This is part of the green hill at the entrance of the village, which stretches all the way here.

Originally, green mountains always gave people a good feeling. When I first came here, I didn’t pay much attention to the mountains. I just wondered why there were green mountains and green waters in a world of loess. Is it the special hobby of the owner here?

Now, as the boat approaches the green mountain step by step, I feel an inexplicable depression. The closer the distance, the more I feel that there is something hidden under the green surface of the mountain. This green is not so normal, like a freehand brushwork.

Splash-ink landscape paintings must be hard-dyed with a layer of green.

Both the green itself and the mountains are so inconsistent!

I frowned. At this point in the boat trip, all my negative emotions disappeared inexplicably and I began to return to normal. The reason for this was that I felt like I was "reflecting on the past". I don't know why I

I had this thought, but I tried not to think about it and focused all my attention on this strange mountain.

Compared to the strange mountain, the boat we were on seemed so small. When I was thinking about it, this tiny boat seemed to be crashing into the strange mountain with all its strength.

This huge pressure forced me to stop thinking and hold my breath inexplicably. The moment I was about to hit the ship, the ship's hull suddenly made a sharp turn against the steep bottom of the strange mountain, and then continued.

Move forward.

I have to say that the boatman's skills were very good, but after such a rapid turn, all the people sitting on the boat were swaying silently, but it seemed that everyone was used to it. After the boat stabilized, everyone stood up silently.

He sat down again in silence!

The water flow in this section of the river has become slightly turbulent, but compared to other sections of the Yellow River, it is still calm. I don’t know why the boat has to move close to the bottom of the mountain, but after traveling for a while, I understand

understand the rationale.

It turns out that this mountain range does not completely block the water flow, but leaves winding gaps. Due to the blind spot of vision, at a glance, it seems that this mountain range completely blocks the water flow and moves forward close to the mountain. This is entirely because

This section of the river is winding and winding. If you don't move close to the mountain, it will be difficult for even this U-Peng boat to pass this section of the river.

In these winding waterways along the mountains, the water flow becomes more rapid and the water becomes dim. Only at this time can you feel that you are in the Yellow River and feel the momentum of the Yellow River.

I was just surprised that the boatman's skills were really good. In such a harsh water environment, he kept the boat very stable, just like a floating family that really grew up on the banks of the Yellow River. No, it was even better than this.

Excellent, is it cultivated deliberately by Holy Village?

I thought of that strange skull-like face again and felt that all these boatmen should be like this! But why should I care about this?

When the thoughts were confused, the boat suddenly entered the narrowest section of the river. It was so narrow that only two such boats could travel parallel to each other. The current was so fast that it was unimaginable. The boatman, who had always been very calm, became serious, even though he wore a

With his cloak on, I couldn't see his expression clearly, but with my excellent hearing, I could hear his breathing becoming rapid and heavy.

It would be very tiring to control a boat in such a current, right? I thought so, and the boat began to stagger, and then shook violently, which made me unable to think.

Fortunately, the river was not long. When I reached the limit of my endurance and felt like vomiting, the boat suddenly passed through the narrow river. I took a deep breath to calm the dizziness that kept churning in my body, and then I

I heard the roar of water and the noise of people.

Where have I been? At this time, I remembered to observe my surroundings and found that after walking through the narrow river surface, we actually reached a section of open water, with the dim yellow water roaring forward. This is the real Yellow River.

Looking into the distance, I found an unimaginably huge backwater bay in front of me. The rushing river gradually calmed down there.

Next to the backwater bay is a huge half-moon-shaped tidal flat with typical northwest characteristics. Adjacent to the inside of the tidal flat is a large, half-moon-shaped open space made of blue bricks. This should be the holy village.

It's really a big deal, but it's also leisurely!

The noisy voice came from the green brick open space, which was almost turning into a sea of ​​red at the moment. There were densely packed people standing there. The closer they got, the more deafening the sound of joy they could hear.

Behind the open space, there seemed to be something like a staircase with some people sitting on it. I wanted to take a closer look, but I was too far away, so I had to give up temporarily.

The boat was heading towards the tidal flat. At this moment, I realized that the reason why that quiet river existed was because the mountain blocked the fierce current. That's why I thought it was a clear river in the south.

Speaking of which, there are many relatively quiet tributaries on the Yellow River, and it should be considered a very small one. However, because of the obstruction of the strange mountains, the quiet tributary that is equivalent to a 'paradise' in the Yellow River is also well hidden.

No wonder, even the entire village was well hidden.

As if I had solved a small puzzle, I felt a little happy in my heart. At this time, the boatman had already maneuvered the black boat to approach the tidal flat, and then stopped at the edge of the blue brick open space.

"Get off the boat." The village servant who had been waiting here shouted impatiently at us in the boat. Even though he was filled with joy, he could not block his voice which was filled with some kind of violence and full of anger.

Now that I have come to this point, I naturally don't care about the attitude of this dog-legged village official. I obediently got off the boat with the crowd, and then waited for another batch of Wu Peng boats to dock and hundreds of people gathered one after another.

, the village official took us onto the blue brick platform and merged into the red ocean.

There was no freedom to sit down, so everyone could only stand. People seemed to have no complaints, and I also used the cover of the crowd to start observing the so-called high platform.

At this time, I discovered that on the top of the high platform, there was a large Taoist-style altar built. Under the altar, there was a row of neat rooms similar to VIP rooms on a racecourse, and under the stands

Then there are the "village cadres" with high status, and down the layers, there are the village officials.

The grandstand is not big, but it is definitely not small. In short, these high-level figures and core figures belonging to the Holy Village are almost all on this terraced grandstand, but I know that the most mysterious existence should be in those rooms. This makes

I think of the huge mountain venues in the snow-capped mountains. It's the same. The top people are treated like this.

But I still find it funny when I think about it. Are the top figures destined to be invisible to others?

At this time, I inexplicably thought of Xiao Chengqian. After he was taken away by that strange road, there was no news. And our situation was difficult, and there was too much anxiety in my heart. For a while, I didn’t miss him so much.

, In fact, I have always believed that he is safe. Even today, I really want to know where he is, but those people in the stands did not notice Xiao Chengqian's familiar face at all.

This kind of gathering process is relatively long. After all, the holy village is still a certain distance from this magical place. In addition, the river is difficult to navigate and the means of transportation are primitive, so I still have to face a relatively long wait before I can see this amazing scene.

What is the so-called sacrament of being married to God?

While waiting, time passed by bit by bit. I was woken up at 5:30 in the morning. Until now, the snow has stopped, the sky is a bit white and dazzling, and it is already noon before I know it.

It was also during this kind of waiting that some village officials were patrolling back and forth among the crowd tirelessly. I didn't care about them at all, so when a village official walked up to me and said: "Follow me."

, I didn’t react at all.

What I don’t even know is that at this time, with the arrival of the last group of people, the gathering process is coming to an end.
Chapter completed!