In addition, there are bad gods, evil gods, like the climbing gods of Dangxiang, and other messy gods. This system is very complicated and no one can study it clearly now.

Wu Shixun also saw the willow branch that the little old man was holding in his hand before he died. He told me that it was no ordinary thing, but an "Ongtur" in shamanism. Holding it in your hand can drive away certain bad things.

There are also other magical instruments, such as rosary beads, drum hammers, prayer wheels, sacred fans, cloth flags, bells, leather drums, sacred hats, vajra buttons, etc.

I kept smoking at the dinner table.

He threw a peanut into his mouth, chewed it and said, "Obviously, there was something that restricted the climbing god before, but now that it is unchecked, it has come to take revenge. The old man in the ancestral hall definitely did not die of heart disease, but according to me

After two months of secret observation in the village, I already know who it is."

"You know? Who is it?"

He pushed up his glasses and said solemnly, "During the two days of Kangding's Buddhist Festival, there is a folk custom called burning stones. The old woman in the village who is responsible for watching over the burning of stones must be a climbing god."

When I heard this, I lost my grip on the cigarette and dropped it to the ground.

I remembered! Really!

The old woman who burned stones, I saw her on the Buddha Festival!

That time, I glanced at the old woman across the fire.
Chapter completed!