Life and death come

Shedhead puppet

When the line is broken

Luo Luolei

——Shi Ami's "Flower Glass"

This poem is carved on the mottled light gray stone wall, and any visitor who comes to Brahma Mingwang Temple will pass by here first and see it.

Someone just glanced at it and walked by, strode by, holding a doll under his armpit, and rushed to take a good spot for the blessing ceremony later.

Some people stayed for a while but didn’t have any insights, but just stood in front of it and asked friends to take a few photos and post them to the social network to show off.

Some people stood in front of the wall like a prayer, silent for a long time, and were stunned for a moment.

That was the man I had seen in the mask shop before, to be precise, the man in a cloak beside him. He just stood aside and kept asking about something in a low voice.

"The meaning of this poem is that life is like a puppet to manipulate the body of the body through the thread of the soul. When the soul leaves the body, the remaining body is just a scattered waste like a puppet with broken threads."

A tour guide nearby was explaining to the tourists who followed him. Those people listened without understanding. Soon someone shouted that they would go to the Brahma Mingwang Temple to visit, instead of analyzing it around a stone wall outside.

"Brahma Mingwang Temple is really a magnificent building."

Li Qinglian's vision did not stay on the stone wall for too long, and soon moved to the building behind the wall. She was shocked and could not imagine any gorgeous words to describe it. She could only smack her lips and sigh, and the same was true for Wu Tong and Olivi next to her.

When they arrived here it was almost dusk, the sunset was thousands of miles away, and the orange light and the deep blue sky contrasted with this world.

The Brahma Mingwang Temple, which is an octagonal layout, is like a heavenly palace standing among the clouds and mists. It is a magnificent that cannot be described in words, because it cannot be taken into consideration at first glance. No matter from which angle you look at it, you can only feel infinite emotion in the end.

"We may have to go in earlier, otherwise there will probably be a lot of people in the square inside later. The ceremony should be about to begin, let's go."

Zhu Jue finally glanced at the man and the cloaked man over there, and unexpectedly found that the cloaked man seemed to be looking at him, because his body was facing this side, but Zhu Jue didn't care much and led a few people to follow the crowd into the Brahma Mingwang Temple.

A considerable number of people gathered in the square in front of the Mingwang Temple in Brahma, and in the center are some performers in costumes who are parading back and forth with some plastic swords, guns, swords and halberds. Occasionally, there are several interlaced collisions, which will attract people around you to applause.

Zhu Jue relied on his strength to squeeze out many people and moved forward a little distance.

"Look, they have dolls in their hands."

Li Qinglian stood behind Zhu Jue and pointed at the dolls in front of her, clamped them under her armpits, or carried them on her shoulders. She mentioned this issue on the way here, but she never said she wanted to buy two dolls to burn.

"They are getting ready."

Zhu Jue's sight was always on two empty roads separated by ribbons on the other side of the square. At this time, someone was driving a tall mechanical horse with colorful satin hanging all over his body, pulling two iron basins with a diameter of nearly ten meters and walking inside.

This is the first time I have seen this scene.

It should be that the iron basin is too big and ordinary horses cannot move, but if it is replaced with trucks or something, it will make people feel inconsistent. After all, it is the solemn blessing ceremony at the moment. If two large trucks really need to drive over, the atmosphere here will probably be disturbed.

So I don’t know who came up with this method to create two machine horses, and they are not ordinary in size. Not counting as horse heads, but even horsebacks have huge mechanical horses of about three meters in height, as a prop to pull the iron basin.

Logically speaking, things in this form should be a bit weird, but the miscellaneous things on this horse completely cover up the original technological elements on it, or use these bright things to divert people's attention.

The sound of the horse's hooves seemed to conform to some pattern. Several people wearing gorgeous robes and painted paint on their faces stood on the horse's back and kept making various moves, holding white strips in their hands, some of which were constantly waving like the soul-summoning stick of the hell's soul-snatching messenger in Chinese legend, and sang some content similar to scriptures that Zhu Jue could not understand at all.

And their performance is also extremely effective in removing people's attention from the machine.

At first, the local residents of Rongxia City stopped talking, and then this silence was quickly passed between everyone as if it was infectious. In just one or two minutes, the originally crowded square was quiet and a little panicking.

At this time, Zhu Jue saw several gray cotton robes beside him looking up at somewhere. He was curious and looked over their gaze. He saw a stone pillar standing in the center of the square. It seemed to have a statue on the top, but because of the perspective, he couldn't see it clearly. Zhu Jue recalled the scene he saw on the plane when he first came.

Maybe it is a statue of Guan Erye?

The iron basin was erected in the central square, followed by another ritual performance, but this time it started with some religious nature.

Some people kept beating with two pieces of cymbals, some people kept beating with a spell of paper strips tied to the top of the paper, and some people kept holding the bells and shaking them.

During this period, Zhu Jue was staring at the pillar. As time went by, the sunlight that could shine on the bottom of the stone pillar continued to move upwards, and the shadows continued to flow through the entire square from the Brahma Mingwang Temple. Night was about to fall, and the light on the square became darker and darker. The remaining sunset light eventually turned into a somewhat decadent, gloomy golden brown.

When the sunlight did not reach the middle of the pillar, several people were divided into two teams. The people at the front were holding a mechanical stick with fire balls at both ends. The singing of the people behind them became long and sad. They circled around the iron basin and kept singing in their mouths.

Not only them, but soon, the locals in Rong Xiacheng also began to chant. Like the quiet before, they were just singing in a small range and soon spread to the entire square. The content was not dry prayers, but singing words like songs in a slight manner:

Even if there is no moonlight, day and night

The thief cries like the past

Looking back suddenly, the flowers are gone

It seems to be comforting without a trace

The Gods gather in the new world

Tiger cries at night

Flowers bloom and pray to God

Life is empty and sad

The dream has passed

Hate drifting

These people are not humming randomly, but more like they are practicing for a long time. They only show the skills that only locals can do at regular times. The ancient style of singing is paired with a strange and sad style. A foreigner like Zhu Jue just listened to a short passage and became completely addicted to it. Then his whole spirit was a little relaxed and integrated into this decadent sacred atmosphere.

Yes, Zhu Jue privately believed that this atmosphere was decadent and sacred, and what happened next deepened his thoughts.

As the ceremony progressed, the iron basin suddenly became flames.

The dimness that I had been waiting for for a long time was illuminated by the fire, as if the light that was once again ignited in the darkness or symbolizes the rebirth in the end of the world

At this time, everyone began to wear masks very solemnly.

Zhu Jue looked around and saw the hideous ghost faces and strange faces reflected by firelights. Somehow, he felt that it seemed normal for such a scene to appear at this time.

But the so-called normal here is actually a normal that conforms to the surrounding atmosphere. In his opinion, this is still a slightly strange ritual behavior.

Of course, he also put on a mask at this time.

The most important part of the ceremony began at this time. Waves of people came forward and threw dolls into the brazier with their sins and desires, hoping that the fire could completely eliminate them and accumulate blessings for themselves.

Even this kind of prayer itself represents a certain desire

Zhu Jue stood quietly in the crowd, his eyes fell on the dolls in the brazier. The delicate and lifelike dolls were stripped of their gorgeous shells under the burning of flames, revealing the gray-brown body below, and their long hair was burned completely early.

The so-called burning of sins is that they bear it on their behalf.

Zhu Jue always feels something is wrong.

"Why let them burn?"

Someone asked this.

"Because these people are unwilling to atone for their sins, they want these dead objects to atone for their sins in exchange for comfort in their hearts."

The young man looked at the cloaked man beside him, his eyes full of love.

"They are not puppets, so how can they know that those puppets are soulless dead objects. I remember someone among you humans said this: Zi is not a fish, how can you know the joy of fish? Then can I say that Zi is not a puppet, how can you know the puppets without pain or fear?"

"Haha, how can dolls and fish be confused? They don't have life at all and don't have emotions at all. Not every doll is the same as you."

In his eyes, only the "person" in front of him was unique, and the others were dead objects without any anger.

"Is it different? In my eyes, you are the aliens, and I and them are the same. Will you one day throw me into the brazier to redeem your sins?"

"Of course not! Suzi, you are my beloved wife. This is a destined thing. Since you suddenly have a self-awareness, can't you still see my love for you? I will not allow you to leave me, absolutely not. Even if I try my best, I will not let those people take you away from me!"

Speaking of this, there was another bit of determination and sadness in the young man's eyes.

The man under the cloak did not respond to his words, but looked at a special body in the brazier. Compared with the dolls around him, it was obviously more advanced, which was a driveable robot doll.

"Do you hate it?"

Talking to himself softly.
Chapter completed!