"It's very likely." The man in T-shirt nodded, then turned around and said to the bearded sheriff who had been guarding outside the door: "Let's go and take a look at Huba Village."

Soon, two police cars drove away from the alley and walked along the mountain road.

The sheriff introduced to us: "Huba Village is an indigenous village in Hong Kong. It is extremely remote. The villagers rarely interact with the outside world. It is said that it has a history of thousands of years. Until now, some extremely ancient traditional customs are still preserved, such as archery and sacrifice to the water gods."

"Thousands of years?" I was quite surprised when I heard this.

Chinese civilization has a long history, with a total of 5,000 years. However, it has always been centered on the Central Plains. Even coastal cities have rarely been popular for a long time, and Hong Kong is even worse. How could there be a village that has existed for thousands of years?

The sheriff heard the surprise in my tone and smiled: "It is said that the village has existed since the Qin Dynasty. Later, experts went to inspect it. There were indeed some relics of the Great Qin Empire."

When he said this, I became even more suspicious. Could it be that the water monsters in the river really have anything to do with this ancient village?

After walking along the mountain road for more than an hour, the police car stopped under a small hill.

The mountain is not high, but it is very steep. Yihong Mountain Spring winds and turns around the hill for most of the time before running into the distance.

"This is the source of the river that happened!" the sheriff introduced as he flipped through the map in his hand.

We got out of the car and walked slowly along the rugged mountain road. After walking for a long time, we turned over a lush farmland, and a small village suddenly appeared in front of us.

This place is surrounded by mountains and is abruptly tall, like an extremely large bowl, and the village is located at the bottom of the bowl.

The village is not big, with only 20 or 30 households at most, and the houses are also very dilapidated. Most of them are made of local materials and made of stones. At first glance, it is no different from the small stone village built by the Buyi tribe. No one would have thought that such a simple village was located in Hong Kong, the most prosperous part of Asia.

Dangdangdangdangdangdang!

We had just walked halfway along the path when a very crisp bell rang out suddenly.

"What's going on? Could it be that this village is extremely xenophobic and wants to ring the bell to warn when someone enters?" I was very surprised, but after all, there were still several police officers accompanying him, so I was not very afraid.

Ding! Ding!

The bell continued to ring, and the sound went away, hitting the surrounding mountains, and echoes kept coming.

We walked along the mountain road and stepped onto a high ground in front of the village. We immediately saw the whole picture of the village and also saw a very strange scene!

There is a high platform in the center of the village. There are a hundred people kneeling under the stage. Everyone is very pious and motionless, with their heads down deeply. On the stage is an old lady with wrinkles, wearing a robe embroidered with strange patterns, a very strange pointed hat on her head, holding a black crutch, singing something loudly.

Her tone was very strange, as if a medieval witch was singing a spell.

clang!

Another crisp bell sound, she put down her crutch and stretched out her hand forward.

A woman kneeling in the last row quickly got up, hugged the baby screaming, and walked up to the platform step by step.

The old lady was facing her arms, as if she was begging for something?

Then he took out something from his pocket and put it on the baby's neck very seriously.

"This thing should be the amulet that Grandma Hu said, right?" I thought to myself.

The man in the T-shirt looked at me and said, "What kind of ritual do you think this looks like?"

"Rite?" When he mentioned the word "Rite", a word immediately popped up in my mind.

"Give the crown!" I blurted out.

"Not bad." The man in the T-shirt nodded.

Speaking of ancient rituals, in addition to the emperor's ascension to the throne and proclaiming ancestors, the generals' titles and crowns were the most solemn.

This ceremony is essential whenever a general returns in triumphantly. The old lady's movements and clothes just now seemed strange, but when she recalled it, it was indeed very similar to the ancient crown award.

It's strange that after the baby put on the pendant, he stopped crying and giggled.

This was the first time several police officers have seen such a scene, and their faces are very strange.

The man in the T-shirt and I looked at each other, and each of them felt a little more solemn.

This kind of ceremony has long been lost in mainland China, but it has been continued to this day in remote villages in Hong Kong from generation to generation. Moreover, the seemingly simple and mysterious decoration contains a mysterious power, which not only can stop the children's crying, but even the water monsters in the river are afraid of it.

From this point of view, we are really in the right place in Huba Village!

Seeing that the ceremony had ended, the villagers below the stage dispersed, and our group approached the past.

The bearded sheriff led the policeman who spoke local dialect to get the lead. I don’t know what he said to the witch who presided over the ceremony just now. The witch looked at us, hesitated for a moment, and then nodded.

Then, the police officer who knew the local dialect translated: "Master Chuyi, this grandma is the sages of the village. They were praying for the newborn just now. If you have anything to know, please ask!"

The man in the T-shirt walked forward two steps: "Grandma, I just saw that your ceremony was very ancient, it seemed to be a coronation ceremony in ancient times. I wonder if there is any history in it?"

When the witch heard this, she looked at us again, and then she slowly said something.

The police officer quickly translated: "You have good eyesight, and this is indeed commemorating the moment when our ancestors were conferred."

"Our ancestors were the kings of the Great Qin Empire and were ordered to take charge of this land and water. Although the ancestors have left, the heroes are still there. As long as they wear this amulet of the ancestral stone, they can bless the clan members without disasters and illness and long life."

"It's another pendant!" When I heard this, I couldn't help but take two steps forward: "Grandma, is this pendant also left by your ancestors?"

"At that time, Qin Shihuang ordered his ancestors to lead three thousand naval troops to guard the seashore and gave the three words "King of the South China Sea" by hand. The ancestors engraved this word on the big stone on the mountain. But later the Qin Dynasty fell and the rocks exploded at the same time. Then the ancestors asked us to use the rocks to make a pendant and hang them on their chests to ensure health. This custom has been passed down from generation to generation." The witch replied.

"Qin Shihuang? King of South China Sea?" I was shocked suddenly.

"Grandma, can you take us to see the big rock on the hill?" asked the T-shirt man.

The witch refused very decisively: "We have hidden the ancestral stone. People outside the village cannot see it, but you can visit the ancestral temple."

"Okay." The man in the T-shirt said in a deep voice: "Then thank you grandma."
Chapter completed!