Chapter 206: The Moon Over the River

Cheng Ye was unwilling to fail to get anything out of Jiang Wu. Ever since he found out that Jiang Wu might know the heavenly offering incantation from the Great Zhou period, he wanted to know more about Jiang Wu's identity and what he was looking for in Mozi Mountain. However, he was still a little embarrassed to lower his status and ask for advice from a young man who looked like he could be his son.

At this time, Wei Changxian came over and saw that they were all staring at the Mozi Mountain in the distance, so he said, "The mountain has always been like this. It's amazing, isn't it? I was also surprised when I first came here, but later I got used to it."

After saying this, he remembered that Yang Chen and others had gone to the mountain to record a program and got into trouble, so he added, "But we never go to that mountain. It's too dangerous, and no one dares to go there. The locals say that the mountain is a cursed sacred mountain, and anyone who enters it will be punished."

Bi Yan immediately asked, "If it is cursed, why is it still called a sacred mountain?"

Wei Changxian replied, "It is said that many years ago, there were immortals living on this mountain."

Everyone smiled and said nothing. After all, many famous mountains and rivers have such legends, such as places where dragons and tigers live, and places where immortals hide away. They had visited several of them before and there were also such legends.

However, Cheng Ye noticed something wrong and asked, "Has there ever been a god on this mountain?"

Wei Changxian smiled awkwardly, "It's just a local legend."

Cheng Ye glanced at Jiang Wu and asked Wei Changxian in a suggestive manner, "This mountain and this village are both named after Mozi. Do these two words have any special meaning in the local language?"

"Only the older generation of local people can speak the Mozi language now, but they are illiterate. They say that the two words "Mozi" represent a place that cannot be offended, otherwise the gods will punish you, so that mountain is also regarded as a sacred mountain."

“…”

Yang Chen and others all looked at Jiang Wu. Wei Changxian, who had lived here for ten years, only knew the general meaning of the word Mozi, but Jiang Wu clearly said that Mozi meant a place where the living should not be disturbed. This was obviously unreasonable.

Ji Ruoxuan couldn't hold back his words and immediately asked, "Does this mean a place where the living should not be disturbed?"

Wei Changxian shook his head. "I don't know either. The old people only said that we can't go into that mountain, otherwise we will wake up the gods in the mountain and punish us. Six years ago, a child went in without knowing better. Then there was a crazy thunderstorm in the mountain, which broke many trees and split a road. When the villagers went to look for him, they saw the child lying at the end of the road, surrounded by trees burned by lightning. It was very dangerous."

"Then there was a drought that summer. All the crops dried up. Finally, we found the village god and performed a ritual, and the drought ended."

Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment. What was said before was still considered a legend, but the things about offering sacrifices to the gods and performing rituals later on sounded like superstitious activities in remote areas. However, they also knew that there were some things that they could not help but believe, especially after seeing the magical methods that Jiang Wuluo had displayed.

Seeing that they suddenly fell silent, Wei Changyan thought they didn't believe him, so he continued, "This village is located on the mountain, with mountains on both sides. It is easy to be washed away by mountain torrents and mudslides, but nothing has happened in all these years. With Mozi Mountain as the boundary, no matter how bad the weather outside is, it has nothing to do with this place."

“Although the weather in Mount Kinabalu is unpredictable, this is the only time I have seen such a disaster, and you are the only ones who suffered.”

There is no doubt about this. The entire program crew knows how unusual Mozi Mountain is. This is why they chose this place in the first place. Who knew it would be so dangerous. Some were injured, some were disabled. Su Mu's leg was broken, and Professor Cheng was almost buried in a mudslide. Even a tough guy like Yang Chen didn't dare to mention going into the mountain again.

Cheng Ye stared at Jiang Wu for a moment, then asked, "Who is the God-Sacrificing Granny?"

"She is the oldest woman in the village. She is responsible for presiding over the village's sacrifices, praying to the gods for good weather, good harvests, and so on."

"When is it usually held? Can outsiders watch?"

"It is held every spring and autumn, one for planting, the other for harvesting. Now it is almost late spring, and it will be held in mid-May. However, outsiders are not allowed to enter and watch before then, and the god-sacrificing mother-in-law is also very unhappy, so you'd better not go."

Yang Chen still didn't give up and asked if he could be flexible. Wei Changyan frowned and said, "I really can't do anything about this. If I tell them, the villagers will scold me. And don't even think about going to the God Sacrifice Granny. She doesn't usually see outsiders."

At this point, no one wanted to embarrass him anymore. Suddenly, Jiang Wu, who was silent at the side, asked, "When you said that before, did it mean that there were outsiders who wanted to watch the Spring Festival?"

Wei Changxian was surprised by his sharpness and unique focus, and nodded, "Yes, there was an outsider who came here before. It seemed that he was the head of a large group. He wanted to develop a tourism project here. He was also from Linhai."

"It's the Fanjin Group, right? I've seen this news before." Ji Ruoxuan looked at Wei Changxian, "Is the person in charge surnamed Qin?"

Wei Changxian shook his head, "No."

After a pause, Ji Ruoxuan also fell into confusion. Just as Wei Changxian was thinking hard, Jiang Wu suddenly asked, "Is that person's legs and feet convenient?"

"right!"

Wei Changxian seemed to be suddenly awakened by these words and shouted, "I remember now! The man was young, but his legs were inconvenient and he was quite handsome. What a pity."

Jiang Wuxin had a clue in mind and asked again, "Do you know a girl named Jiang Mi?"

Wei Changxian was stunned, "Do you know Jiang Mi?"

Jiang Wu looked at him without saying anything. Wei Changxian was a little scared by those calm eyes and immediately replied, "Let's get to know her. She is the granddaughter of the Godly Grandma. The little girl you just saw is her sister Jiang Yue."

[My name is Jiang Mi, Jiang Mi of the river and moon]

The river is like the moon. The river is like the moon.

Jiang Wu's eyes narrowed slightly, and he thought of what the girl said to him before she died. He suddenly realized that the girl might have already anticipated his own ending and deliberately hinted at Jiang Yue's existence.

"Do you know that girl Jiang Mi?" Wei Changxian smiled sincerely. "That girl went away to work last September. Is she okay now?"

His eyes were full of smiles, showing his expectation and care for the younger generation that he had watched grow up. Jiang Wu met that look, not knowing what to say for a moment, and only said, "I want to see the gods and offer sacrifices to my grandmother."

Wei Changxian thought that Jiang Mi wanted him to take something to the Goddess and agreed immediately.

Everyone was shocked. They originally thought that they would not be able to see the goddess-sacrificing grandmother, but they did not expect that Jiang Wu's words would bring about a sudden change in the situation. Moreover, from what he meant, they might even have a chance to participate in the spring festival of Mozi Village.

Ji Ruoxuan smiled and gave Jiang Wu a thumbs up. Everyone in the program crew was also happy, except Jiang Wu, who remained calm and asked Wei Changhan to take him to the grandmother's house to offer sacrifices.

Wei Changhan naturally agreed and soon brought them to a two-story building at the back of the village. This house was considered the most luxurious in the entire village. It was a two-story building with a yard inside and outside. There were two rows of flowers and plants planted in the yard, including wild grasses and rare species, but they all grew very well and could be auctioned at a sky-high price if put outside.

Cheng Ye even noticed that the tree by the window in the yard was actually a golden nanmu tree, as thick as a small bowl. He was so surprised that he took a breath. The others were also dumbfounded after hearing this. They did not expect that such a remote mountain village would have so many rare things. The things in this yard alone were worth over 100 million.

Wei Changxian didn't know what they were talking about. He walked forward respectfully and was about to knock on the door, but the moment he raised his hand, the door opened automatically, as if blown by the wind, but the grass and trees in the yard did not move, and there was clearly not a single breeze.

A sense of fear inexplicably rose in everyone's heart, and they all stayed where they were without moving.

The slowly opening door revealed an old figure, who was leaning on a rattan chair, with silver hair tied up behind his head. He was wearing a pure white coat and black silk pants. He didn't move when he heard the footsteps behind him, but said in a low, old voice, "There are a lot of people."

"Mrs. Jiang." Wei Changxian's tone softened unconsciously, "This gentleman is a friend of Jiang Mi, and he wants to see you."

"Friend?" The old man asked without turning around, with his back to them, "What did she ask you to say?"

Everyone looked at Jiang Wu, but Jiang Wu said nothing. After a while, when even Wei Changxian couldn't laugh anymore, Yang Chen quickly smiled and said, "She told you to take care of yourself in your hometown and come back to see you when she has time."

Wei Changxian smiled again, "Jiang Mi has been a sensible child since he was young."

The old man in the house just leaned quietly on the rattan chair, his figure was stretched out and reflected in the corridor, thin and gaunt, and after a long time he spoke in a low, slow and old voice -

"How can someone who has long been dead ask you to deliver a message?"