Chapter 502
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In this market, half of the people were guards of the Nanping Mansion. They accompanied Ning Shu for three days in a row. Ning Shu hid behind Xiahou Qing and could walk side by side with him. Occasionally, when she saw something interesting, she would take the initiative to take a look. However, she still held his hand, as if that hand was the source of all her courage.
With him, she would not be afraid of the world.
On the fourth day, the originally quiet town suddenly seemed to come alive. The streets were crowded with people. It seemed that everyone in the town had come out. It seemed that today's play could not go on, and there was no need to continue.
"Eh? This town is not big and there are not many people. Why is the street so lively today? But what festival is it? That's not right. The Dragon Boat Festival has passed, and the Qixi Festival has not arrived yet. Now it's June, the busy time for farmers. They shouldn't be so idle. " She Yan took off his fake beard and asked a person, "Sir, are you holding a celebration today?"
The old man's ears were sharp and his eyes were sharp. He had already heard that a group of nobles had come to the town a few days ago. Seeing the young man's appearance, he could guess who it was. Therefore, he said, "Noble Sir, you may not know, but today is our Baijia Town's unique festival, called the Mysterious Maiden Festival. For the people of our Baijia Town, this is a festival more important than the New Year. How can it not be lively? "
"What's the origin of this Mystery Fairy Festival?"
The old man said, "Honorable guest, please look over there. That mountain is called the Mystery Fairy Peak. Since the day our Baijia Town was recorded, this mountain has been there. It has protected the peace of our Baijia Town for generations. Legend has it that it is the incarnation of the Mystery Fairy of the Ninth Heaven. She was wronged and punished to the human world, and turned into a mountain. Because of the kindness of a god, she will spontaneously protect the people here every day when she wakes up. But every day after she falls asleep, the strong resentment caused by the injustice rages and condenses together, erupting at a fixed time every year. Therefore, every year on this day, the people here, regardless of whether they are men or women, old or young, have to stop their work and gather together to hold a festival. They sincerely kowtow to the Mystery Fairy and offer sacrifices to dispel the terrible resentment, praying for the Fairy's protection. No one dares to be negligent. Otherwise, they will suffer the wrath of Goddess Xuan Nyu! "
"So miraculous? What will happen to those who don't participate? Will they suddenly contract a chronic disease or will their family's wealth be ruined? "
The old man glanced at him and said, "You don't believe me, do you? In the past, many people who passed by our town didn't believe me and were punished in the end. Take last year as an example. Those three fur merchants passed by our Bai Town for a temporary rest. We kindly persuaded them to come out and pay their respects together, but they became suspicious instead. Thus, the first one was strolling on the mountain when he suddenly saw the shadow of a woman in red floating past. He turned around and accidentally stepped on a stone, slipped, and rolled down the mountain to his death. His brain juice was even smashed out.
The second person seemed to be waiting for someone on the Jade Belt Bridge. After waiting for a long time, he was annoyed and wanted to walk by the river. Suddenly, a hand reached out from the water and dragged him into the river to drown him. The corpse was fished out, and there were five deep scratches on its feet.
The third one was even more terrifying. He was sleeping soundly in an inn when a fire suddenly broke out in the middle of the day and burned him to death. In the sky full of fire, many people saw a red shadow floating around and could faintly hear the laughter in their ears. That scene was so terrible.
So, distinguished guests, don't blame me for not reminding you. When in Rome, do as the Romans do. Otherwise, there won't be anyone to collect your corpse. "
The story gave She Yan goosebumps in the summer. He cupped his hands to express his gratitude and hurried back to his Young Master to repeat this strange story.
"Young Master, although Confucius doesn't talk about strange things, it's better to believe in some things than not. Anyway, let's just go with the crowd and pay our respects. Shall we go?"
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