World Occult User Guide

"It's not an illusion, Brother Luzi, I'm here."

The clear wind blew past the ears of Lin An, who turned into a little man in a bottle. He heard the moose's murmur and called out louder.

Not counting the secret prying eyes of thunderbirds, the moose was the first local spirit that took the initiative to talk to Lin An, making him feel very intimate.

The moose finally noticed the source of the sound. It saw Lin An standing on Kurupila's shoulder with puzzled eyes.

"Lin An? Why have you become so small?"

"It's a long story. I came here specifically to see you this time..."

Just as Lin An was about to ask something, the loud drumbeat of "ping ping" sounded in the distance, followed by a melodious war song played on the flute, and the roars of men and women mixed together, interrupting the conversation between the two.

"Hahaha!" Kurupila laughed, "Lin An, come to our carnival! I'll get you a suitable mask!"

After that, he threw Lin An to the moose, took long strides and ran towards the place where the smell of barbecue was coming. He didn't know whether he was really picking up the mask or in a hurry to eat barbecue.

The moose raised its head and used its huge head to catch Lin An in the air. The latter grabbed its two horns and sat in the middle, feeling the warmth from the soft fur under his body.

"Lin An, how are you doing?"

"Actually, I can only say that it's not bad. Sometimes I still think about how to deal with some things." Lin An replied, "At least I was happy when I saw you. Well, now I am..."

He was thinking about how to make Brother Lu Zi understand the two concepts of "Alchemy" and "Holmonks" in Xizhou, when the gentle south wind blew past his lips, blowing away the humidity and heat of the rain forest.

"Everything in nature exists in a suitable way. As long as you come, I won't be surprised whether you turn into a hummingbird, a crocodile, a bee or an ant." The moose shook his head, "Besides, you are so happy."

Lin An's pupils trembled slightly, but he did not forget the purpose of his trip. He stroked the moose's horns to show his gratitude, and then spoke.

"Brother Luzi, you once invited me to go to that land made of gold. It's not that I don't want to go, but I don't know their attitude towards me, an outsider without local blood. Will they tolerate me like you do? ?”

The moose thought for a while and did not answer directly. He moved the leaf wine glass filled with sugarcane wine to one side, bent his limbs and sat on the ground, and pointed his head in the direction of the singing.

"Lin An, look over there."

In the center of the low buildings of the tribe, men and women danced vigorously. In the center of the bonfire was a circle of people playing music, some playing drums and some playing flutes.

Lin An knew the Portuguese names of these two instruments, which were angìgua guazú for the big drum and pingullo for the wooden flute.

There was a lot of food placed next to the campfire, but Lin An only recognized mushrooms, bananas and sweet potatoes.

Kurupila was drooling and waiting beside the barbecue master. The skewers of berries, pineapples and meat were tumbling back and forth on the bonfire. The meat juice was overflowing and the aroma was fragrant.

Except for this gluttonous god of the rainforest, the other men and women all wore masks of various animals, holding hands, circling around the bonfire, singing and dancing.

The man is bare-chested and wears a skirt of feathers and skins around his waist, his body embellished with conspicuous paint and feathers, and embellished with scraps of bright fabric cut into fringes.

The women wore traditional tunics sewn with ribbons, and were decorated with yellow taper melon flowers on their heads. The setting sun mixed with the moisture of mist cast rainbow-like bright spots of light on their red skin.

Their dance was festive and relaxed, full of strong emotions, but it left Lin An confused.

Answer my question this way again...

Lin An's mouth twitched.

It is true that he admires the moose's calm and easy-going character, but it is definitely the most primitive of the four local gods and the least contaminated by foreign civilization!

The local gods use illusions to answer human doubts, believing that all understanding lies within themselves, so Brother Lu Zi likes to be a ruthless VCR player.

Every time it involves an answer that cannot be summed up in a few words, it will immediately insert a "video" for Lin An.

Who are those dancing guys?

Are you having a social party with the Guaraní gods?

This riddle is so abstract that I really can’t understand it.

Taking a deep breath, Lin An asked hesitantly: "Brother Luzi, can you give me some guidance..."

"You always long for some kind of literal explanation." The moose said as if waking up from a dream. "If you decide to really set foot on the land of Lower East Continent, most of them will soon become the creatures that walk with you, that is, your companions. .”

"Are they members of the 'El Dorado'... the Lower Dongzhou family?"

"What you see before you is the Carnival, Arete guasu, which translates as 'The Great Moment of Reality', led by the Guaraní tribe."

The south wind blows slowly and lovingly.

"During the Carnival, no matter which tribe you are from, as long as you wear a mask called aa jti, you can participate in this song and dance to offer gifts to the Holy Spirit."

"It means that in addition to your four 'Wakataka' alliance and the Guarani gods, there are also high-rated mystics from other regions involved?" Lin An concluded.

"Through dancing, singing, and constant laughter, the tribe's beliefs are unified. Through the bridge of the spiritual world, the mask, we communicate with the greatest and only remaining Holy Spirit and strengthen our relationship with Him."

Holy Spirit?

If Lin An remembered correctly, the former president of the foundation, Jericho, said, "The Holy Spirit in Upper East Continent is dead long ago!", but he did not mention the "Holy Spirit" in Lower East Continent.

Judging from the implication of Jericho, the Holy Spirit refers to a statue-level local god. It seems that only having such a mysterious person as a leader is qualified to participate in the war between top forces.

What kind of existence would the statue level be?

In order to further confirm, Lin An asked: "Brother Lu Zi, is that Holy Spirit a statue?"

"I've finished what I need to say." Moose said noncommittally, "Lin An, you might as well join in, you will get a clearer personal understanding than words. After all, you are the one who chooses to walk with us, and I don't want to use words to influence your heart. .”

"oh……"

Taking a look at the dancing men and women, Lin An tried to find three familiar figures, but all of them were wearing animal masks. As the drum beat accelerated, their dance steps became more and more dazzling, like a group of colorful parrots.

"The tent-keeper, the little fang, and the eagle's wing are all there, and they will help you," said the moose in an encouraging tone. "Now you will get no answers from me; I will tell you everything I can. ”

"By the way, Brother Luzi, won't you come with me?"

Lin An sat on top of the moose, its horns surrounding him like a forest, feeling safe.

"I have seen the cycle of the seasons more than fifty times, and I no longer have the energy to continue jumping around with the young people and using my enthusiasm and energy to offer gifts to the Holy Spirit."

More than fifty years...

It turns out it’s not Brother Luzi, but Grandpa Lu!

Lin An was so surprised that he couldn't help asking.

"What about the others? All I know is that Little Canine is about the same age as me and she is 20 years old this year."

“The eagle is 27 years old when it spreads its wings, and it is 38 years old when it keeps its tent.”

What unexpected information.

Brother Bird is the real Brother Bird, and Sister Shuzi is actually Aunt Shuzi.

Facing the moose that was older than his parents, Lin An was too embarrassed to call the somewhat frivolous "brother", so he simply imitated its posture and lay down without saying a word, staring at the dance in the distance, waiting for Kurupila 's return.

The fur and claws of wild boars, tigers, lions, deer, pythons, egrets or black herons, monkeys and birds were peeled off to make smelly masks. Unlike the more amiable native four gods, the following The civilization of Dongzhou seems to be accompanied by lingering bloodshed.

However, in this kind of killing and sacrifice, there is also respect for the dead and nature. The two merge into one, reaching a wonderful balance.

Just like the circle dance they were dancing at this moment, Portuguese, Spanish, Guaraní local language, and various tribal languages ​​​​that Lin An could not understand were mixed together. The songs were hoarse and majestic, reaching the top of the rain forest clouds.

"arakae!"

"arakae!"

"arakae!"

"The word has three meanings, namely 'past', 'awakening' and 'future'."

The smell of dried sheep dung and dead branches came. Lin An turned his head, and a woman on crutches appeared with Kurupila.

The boy donned a baboon mask and held a small bowl full of food and a miniature poison dart frog mask.

"Yours is very small, but mine is very big." Kurupila handed the two items to Lin An. His unintentional words sounded awkward, "You can live on nuts and berries in the wild, and you can change to a bigger one." Those people will definitely starve to death."

"thank you."

Lin An knew that he was referring to the food intake, so he took the food. The stone bowl was filled with steaming stewed meat. The fishy smell of unprocessed meat and the bitter taste of burning filled the air. It was too rotten to mention. interest.

Originally, the little man in the bottle couldn't eat. Lin An put on the mask of a poison dart frog and was about to jump off the moose's head when the accompanying woman spoke, her voice as drowsy as a spell.

"I can trace your past deaths and your future deaths."

Jatala, the god of naps and abductors, one of the seven Guarani monsters. Lin An guessed at her mysterious prototype, but unfortunately there was no system assistance and no data could be obtained.

"Prophet"... no, it should be the God of Truth.

Lin An has been wandering around Ditli City for so long and has never seen the God of Truth, which shows how rare this medium is.

It seems that the Golden Kingdom is really full of talents.

The next moment, the moose stood up, and the purifying wind blew away, dispersing the subtle twist at the end of Jatala's crutch, making Lin An's thoughts become extremely light.

"Death awaits us all."

Its attitude was undoubtedly one of absolute support, and Jatala left angrily.

She originally wanted to test Lin An. After all, the aura emitted by the little man in the bottle was very unfamiliar. It didn't belong to the local mythology of Upper and Lower East Continent.

After driving away the malicious Jatala, the moose gently touched Lin An's back with the tip of its nose and pushed him forward.

"You go in. Don't be afraid, I'm always here."

"Grandpa Deer..." Lin An hugged its soft mouth, "If you think about it carefully, we are the best partners. Even if it is to form a team with you, I am willing to join the Golden Kingdom."

"Lin An, you have a brain in your head, your feet are in your shoes, and you can go in the direction of your choice. Because you already know what you know, and you will decide where you should go..."

The moose watched Lin An go away. The latter had just taken a few steps when Kurupila impatiently raised the little man in the bottle and rushed towards the center of the carnival like a gust of wind. (End of chapter)