Hu Xiangu's understanding of dragons coincides with mine. In various folk legends, the Dragon Kings of the Four Seas are not very powerful. They only control the clouds and rain in the world. The soldiers under their command are even nicknamed "shrimp soldiers and crab generals". Even the immature Nezha can pull out the dragon's tendons. But if the dragon is really so weak, how can it be regarded as a national belief?
After listening to her, I asked curiously who she was talking about?
Hu Xiangu said a name that everyone has heard of. His name is "Dayu".
People who like Chinese classical mythology know the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors. Among them, Yu is one of the Five Emperors, the Earth Emperor. Legend has it that he is the son of Gun. Gun was always responsible for the important task of governing the Yellow River during the reign of Emperor Shun. Later, the Yellow River flooded and the people were living in misery. For the sake of the people of the world, he stole the Xirang left by Nuwa when she repaired the sky to control the flood, but in the end he was found out by the Emperor of Heaven and killed him.
But the body of the dragon was a dragon. After his death, he felt that he was wronged and that he had not completed the task of flood control. So he asked people everywhere to resurrect him, but no one dared to disobey the order of the Emperor of Heaven, so they all advised him to train a successor to continue flood control.
So the dragon used his divine power to give birth to a life in his belly. When the child was born, he named his son Yu and gave him to a peasant woman to raise. The dragon turned into a yellow dragon and drilled into the abyss. There was no news from then on.
Legend has it that Yu was able to speak when he was born and grew up overnight. As for the many bizarre legends that happened when Dayu controlled the flood later, there are too many to count. I suddenly thought of a legend related to Longmen, that is, Dayu wanted to gather helpers in the process of controlling the Yellow River, so he set up Longmen somewhere in the Yellow River and issued a decree to all creatures in the river. Anyone who jumped over the Longmen could turn into a dragon and help him control the Yellow River together!
So I guess that no matter the dragons in various folk legends or the four sea dragon kings, most of them are real dragons that become real dragons after the carp jumps over the dragon gate. This can explain why Nezha can subdue dragons and why dragons are regarded as low-level spiritual pets in fairy legends.
In an instant, I seemed to have caught a glimpse of opportunity. The Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors were born before Laozi. That was an era when China was missing. There were too many legends handed down. Whether it was the Dinghai Shenzhen written by Wu Chengen or the four Yellow River Iron Bulls dug out in Yongji City, Shanxi Province in 1998, they all had a thousand connections with Dayu.
Could it be that the Nine Dragon Gates that the ancestor asked me to find were related to Dayu? But there is only one Dragon Gate for the carp to jump over.
After listening to the legends told to me by Hu Xiangu, I felt a little pain in my head, so I hit it hard.
Although Hu Xiangu's tone was cold, it was not difficult to see that she cared about me and said, "What's wrong with you? Are you worried?"
I shook my head and said it was okay, but I was thinking about the legend I had contacted. This was the only information about Longmen that I could access at present. Yuanshi Tianzun once said that if the time was right, I would naturally find Jiulongmen.
I made up my mind. If the real dragon in my grandfather's hand was not my opportunity, then I would go to the Yellow River to try my luck.
I suddenly thought of the rumor that the range of activities of the horse-riding immortals could only be within five kilometers, so I thought that all immortals could not leave the land too far away, so I asked curiously: "Aunt, if you leave here with me, what about your original body?"
"It's my original body now, it's okay." After saying that, she looked outside the door and continued in a flat voice: "Someone should be coming, you should get ready."
"What do you mean?" I was a little confused.
At this time, there was a knock on the door outside, and a noisy voice outside called my name: "Master Zhang, come out quickly, something big has happened!" The voice was particularly anxious, and even had a hint of crying.
I looked at Hu Xiangu in confusion, and she continued: "I have lived in Qinghe Village for decades, and I still have feelings for the people and things here. When fighting yesterday, I saw two zombies brought by the Taoist priest. If I guess correctly, they should be the two people burned by Ma Xiaocui."
I remembered that the Tai Chi gong was splashed with blood last night, and that gong only suppressed souls, but had no effect on zombies.
Hu Xiangu said again: "Go and get rid of those two zombies. They became zombies overnight because the Taoist priest stuck wheat ears in their necks. You can subdue them by pulling out the wheat ears."
I bowed respectfully and then left the cabin by myself. Hu Xiangu has not been a human for many years and her body is a fox, so she has to restrain many of her emotions and emotional instincts, which also makes her always cold, but in fact it does not prevent her from being a warm-hearted good 'person'.
I met the villagers with my demon-killing tools, led by Ma Xiaocui. She told me that the two people ran out from nowhere and bit anyone they saw. They were very strong and injured many people. She also said that they all liked to eat chicken very much. No matter whose family had chickens, they would bite off their necks and drink blood when they caught them, just like the zombies in the movie.
Looking at the crowd in front of me, I was glad that I had broken a corner of the Bagua formation in advance, otherwise ordinary people would go home and get seriously ill at worst.
I comforted everyone and said, "Don't worry, these are just two ordinary zombies. Let the villagers go home and hide. In addition, every house should sprinkle glutinous rice in front of the door, and those without glutinous rice should sprinkle grains."
"In my opinion, call the police quickly." Someone said.
Someone next to him immediately retorted, "It's so late. If you call the police, we will all be eaten by zombies when they come."
Facing the gazes of the crowd, Ma Xiaocui deliberately got closer to me and said, "Brother, you have to help me with this."
"Don't worry, Sister Ma." I said.
Then Ma Xiaocui turned around and shouted to the villagers that I agreed to help, and showed off by calling me brother, which was a great honor for herself.
I entered the most prosperous "street" in the village with people coming and going. The little Taoist priest and the short fat man seemed to be crazy. One of them was holding a live chicken, with blood gushing out of his mouth, his pupils were gray, and his face was blue. The people behind me were all scared and screamed.
Those who can control ghosts may not be able to control corpses, which means that zombies are strong. I said to the villagers around me: "Young and strong men stay, who will find a rope to tie them up? The old people, women and children should go home and hide quickly."
The ink behind me was mumbling into a ball, and there was not a single strong young man in the team of more than ten people. But after I urged them several times, a middle-aged man with a beard said: "Master, you are a living god, but we can't. We are mortals. What if we are bitten by zombies again? In the movies, people will become zombies when they are bitten."
"Yes, Master, let me see, let's wait for the police." Someone else said.
The bad roots of people in the face of danger are revealed vividly again, but they don't understand that now these two zombies rely on sucking animal blood to replenish energy. Once they reach the power to suck human blood, it will be difficult to deal with.
Ma Xiaocui came close to me and said, "Brother, why don't you do a magic for the villagers so that they won't be afraid of zombies? Isn't that enough?"
When I was about to say that there was no such magic spell, Ma Xiaocui winked at me and I immediately understood. Needless to say, this woman is really smart, so I took out a brush and drew spells and rang bells for everyone, and finally made everyone believe it.
With this psychological hint, plus Ma Xiaocui's help and shouting, these gentlemen finally picked up their weapons and followed me to catch zombies.
Not to mention, the zombie was very strong. Ten of us went up together and tied the two zombies together with a big rope, but the zombie exerted a lot of force and the ten people were carried around. During the fight, I also saw that each of them had a wheat ear stuck on their necks.
"Hurry up and call for help, bring some glutinous rice." I shouted again.
The brave female comrade started to look for people. In more than ten minutes, almost all the young and old in the village were there. Every household held pots and pans filled with glutinous rice, and surrounded the ten of us who were fighting the zombies.
These two zombies had no special abilities except that they were stronger, so no one was injured under the premise of using long weapons.
I shouted to the crowd like a commander: "Spray glutinous rice! Come on together."
All of a sudden, the village was like a festival. The flying white glutinous rice hit the zombies, making a crisp "pa pa" sound as if they were on fire, and the zombies screamed in pain.
Seeing the zombies weakening little by little, I asked everyone to put up two more ropes. A total of more than 30 people worked together to finally trap the zombies. And I seized the opportunity, ran behind the zombies, and pulled out the two wheat ears fiercely.
Suddenly, the crazy zombie stopped moving, and then fell to the ground like a deflated balloon, and the two of them aged at a very fast speed. In the blink of an eye, the two lying on the ground became old men at least 90 years old.
Although everyone knew that they had seen a ghost, although the two were unconscious in bed, they were still breathing. If we killed them, it would be easy for the police to think it was a murder.
At this time, the old village chief came forward. He had great prestige in Qinghe Village. I heard from Hu Xiangu that this village chief had helped my second grandmother before, and he was an old revolutionary soldier.
The village chief said that everyone should testify to each other that this person died of a strange disease and had nothing to do with anyone. If anyone dared to tell this matter, the village would confiscate the grain land and subsidies, and would also take back the contracted fish ponds and vegetable greenhouses in the village.
Obviously, the village chief was also fooling around. How could he have this power? But this was considered to be holding the life gate of the people. It was quiet at that time. The fat man's surname was Gao. The village chief took the initiative to find the other party's family to negotiate and asked them to take the person back to take care of him. In the end, only the little Taoist priest was left unattended. I knew that even if they were alive, they would only survive for seven days at most, and two days at least. So everyone discussed and buried the little Taoist priest as well.
The matter of Qinghe Village was also over. In my spare time, I told Ma Xiaocui how to solve her husband's health problems. I saw that her eyebrows were erected, her eyes were shining with excitement, and she said that she just had her period, so she would go home and try it!
When she left, I told him that he must pull out all the nails and take out the coffin, otherwise it would be bad for his health.
It was already late at night when we finished dealing with the zombies. We went back to the cabin and took a nap. The next morning, I was woken up by Hu Xiangu, who said coldly, "Let's go. It's time to leave."
I stretched and looked out the window. To my surprise, someone's pig had sneaked here last night while the village was in chaos. What was even more surprising was that the pig was holding a plastic bag containing the soul of a middle-aged Taoist priest.