Chapter 10: Deeply trapped in the primitive tribe Kukur tribe 2

Kukur Festival

Zhuo Muqiangba sat down on a high ground platform, leisurely fascinated, as if he had already seen the purple unicorn in front of him.

In the village under the high platform, the Kukur people came in and out, busy and were actively preparing for the celebration.

There was an empty dam in the distance, and a group of Kukur children were playing games. They set up several wooden boards in the distance, both large and small, gently inserted into the soil, and then used a small square cloth bag containing soil to hit the wood board, which seemed to determine the status according to the size of the hit board, and had a lot of fun.

Zhuo Muqiangba looked at the group of children enviously. There were men and women in the group, while the Kukur children did not have any clothes. They were playing and playing happily, as if there was no gender distinction at all.

Looking at a group of innocent and lively children, Zhuo Muqiangba couldn't help but think: "In ancient times, wasn't human beings the same?

Wearing clothes is just to keep warm and prevent cuts and scratches. When did humans begin to wear the cloak of civilization and, under religious etiquette, they despise this primitive?

They forgot their animals' nature and called themselves the darling of gods. They were completely different from the rest of the lives created by nature, so they could control those lower creatures and destroy nature that was not conducive to civilization.

How long can a civilization like the Kukur tribe continue to exist in the jungle?

They are either integrated into civilization or eliminated by civilization, and there are only these two paths to go."

He stood up and looked at the quiet jungle. Who knew how many conspiracies and killings were hidden behind this quietness.

Life exists because of occupation, and in Sumeru mustard seeds, it is also always devoured and plundered.

Suddenly, Zhuo Mu Qiangba turned around in shock again and looked at the children who played the games. The games were so familiar to me that I had played them when I was a child.

Yes, I also played such a game when I was a child, but stone slabs replaced wooden boards and stones replaced cloth bags.

How many years have you not played such a game?

Thirty years?

Or thirty-five years?

It's been too long, I can't remember it.

The next day, the Kukur people's biggest annual festival, which they called the festival of Natimk, kicked off with a hustle and bustle.

The Kukur people built a stage with wooden boards on the largest open space in the center of the village.

Early in the morning, men, women, young and old came around the stage. Everyone carefully described their bodies, painted the thickest makeup and the most complex patterns, and the patriarch and the high priest also appeared.

After meeting the patriarch and the high priest, Zhuomangba and others were arranged to take a seat in the VIP seat.

Baba-Tu did not sit next to the patriarch, but came to serve as commentators for Zhuo Muqiangba and the others.

The high priest was an old man, known as Ajinmai. When he started talking, the audience was silent.

A high-pitched voice resounded throughout the empty square. It was not until the high priest finished speaking that Baba-tu whispered to Zhuomu Qiangba and the others that the high priest was praying to the gods for the whole clan.

After the high priest said a long list of pronunciations, the celebration officially began. The Kukur people used wooden drums, animal bones, fruit shells, pottery, etc. to make rhythmic sounds, and used four-hole flute objects to play vigorous music.

Four strong men carried one into the field, and the tribe members respectfully made a way out and bowed down. There were many accompanying people around them whirling their feet and dancing forward, following them until the field.

Zhuo Muqiangba and others saw that the people in the field were wearing wooden masks, with red and blue painted on the masks, highlighting the ferocious color.

Baba-Tu said that the man being carried was Cheran, who would convey the reply of the highest god to his tribe, and the first act was the ritual of the god-giving.

The man named Chiran was high above him, and then many Kukur people wearing various animal head masks entered the venue one after another with drumming music and accepted Chiran's blessing.

Every animal-headed masker has to perform a dance with the woodcut masker around him, which is probably to simulate the behavior of that animal, show the benefits that animal brings to the Kukur people, etc.

Baba-Rabbit introduced that this is Chiran conveying the will of the highest god, and awarding the title of gods to all animals and plants that are helpful to the Kukur people. A total of more than a hundred different gods will appear.

They learned from Baba-Rabbit that the Kukur people are a multi-god nation, and they believe in "all things in the world have gods." For example, the god who appeared first in charge of corn was named Yum Kax, and the other god who was in charge of cocoa beans was called Ekchuya River.

The most mysterious god among them is Innavia. It is said that he is a true god walking in the world. One of the Supreme Gods sent a clone to protect him.

The dance that follows shows that Innavia guided the ancestors of the Kukur people to win the war, build castles, and teaches people about medical care, metallurgy, farming, animal husbandry, writing, etc....

As he looked at it, Zhang Li couldn't help but wonder: "It's strange, why do I feel like a Tibetan dance master the more I look at it?"

Yue Yang said: "What is a great dancer?"

Zhang Li said: "It's also a religious activity, it's a dance with all kinds of masks. The leader took me to see it.

The masks in Tibet are larger and more weird, as if they are telling some stories about subduing demons and demons.

I don’t know if there were similar activities in ancient civilizations!”

Yue Yang said: "Oh, our place is called Tiaoqian, and we also have it. It's really a bit like it, isn't it strange if you say that?"

Zhang Li said: "Young Master Qiangba should know this kind of dance that worships gods, you should be more familiar with it. Youth Master Qiangba, youth Master Qiangba?"

Zhuo Muqiangba was in a daze, and he was stunned from the beginning of the sacrificial dance.

Although the wooden mask is different from the Tibetan opera, isn’t the dance posture and the content of the dance expression the Tibetan Qiangmu?

Although I don’t like to engage in too much religious things, Qiangmu and Tibetan opera were things that Zhuomu Qiangba were more interested in when he was a child.

Although there is no grand music from Qiangmu now, only drum beats and sounds of shaking the shells, the dance movements that the Kukur people danced, the animal-headed masks they carried were very similar to the Qiangmu they saw when they were young.

In that moment, this primitive and mysterious dance seemed to bring Zhuo Muqiangba back to Tibet, the Tibet that belonged only to nature and had not yet been conquered by civilization when he was young!

After Zhang Li's repeated inquiries, Zhuo Muqiangba came to his senses and murmured: "What?

Dance of God?

Perhaps, this is the body language that ancient humans first learned to simulate nature. Therefore, the dances passed down from ancient times have amazing similarities no matter what race or region it is.

This is how I understand, what do you think?"

Zhang Li said: "Well... it makes sense. I agree with your analysis."

Yue Yang expressed a different opinion and said, "This statement seems a bit forced.

I heard that Tibet was once a multi-god nation, and this Kukur tribe also has many gods. Their dance god is so similar to the one in Tibet. From this point of view, they really have any connection with Tibet, right?"

Zhang Li sneered: "You can really think about where we are now, in South America, 20,000 kilometers away from mainland China.

The Kukur people are native peoples and are in this geographical location. They have almost no contact with the outside world. You said they have a relationship with Tibet, so what evidence do you have?"

Yue Yang spread his hands and said, "By intuition."

"cut."

Zhang Li waved his hand and expressed his disdain.

But Yueyang then added: "Since we were preparing to leave this time, the instructor said that strange thing, and then we were inexplicably hunted by guerrillas and drug dealers, and then we saw something in this primitive tribe that seemed to be related to Tibet, which made me unable to understand.

Behind something seemingly unrelated, there seems to be some connection. My intuition tells me that this time, we are not just traveling through the jungle, there must be something we don’t know.”

Zhuo Muqiangba was shocked. Yue Yang's intuition was not simply based on his feelings to draw conclusions. He came up with such intuition under his meticulous logical thinking.

After hearing what Yue Yang said, he also became suspicious. So, did this place really have to do with Tibet when I saw the games that the children played yesterday?

Baba-Rabbit stared at the two whispering people curiously, and Basan reminded: "Look honestly and talk less, this is a very important festival for others."

Next was a migration journey. A Kukur, dressed as an old man, carried a huge package that was extremely heavy, began to walk around the stage next to the stage. All the Kukur people stood up and followed behind him. Zhuomangba and others also joined in. Baba-Tu explained that this means that the ancestors made a difficult journey to find a place to settle down. All the Kukur people will not forget that today's life was exchanged for countless ancestors with their blood and youth.

After surrounding the field, the whole race's migration ended.

The third part is the War Chapter. Two groups of Kukur people were wearing masks painted with different colors, indicating that the two tribes, at the beginning, foreigners with black masks had the upper hand, and Kukur people with red masks retreated step by step. At this moment, a Kukur people with a mask of symbolizing priests stood up. He solemnly took out a bark that symbolized the sage and read it loudly. Amid the reading, a Kukur girl was carried up.

The Kukur girl was naked, with black heraldry on her face, and was placed flat on the wooden table symbolizing the altar, looking very happy and glorious.

The Kukur people in the red mask used a knife to compare and draw back and forth directly above the girl's body, and then placed many red fruits, nuts and grains between the girl's chest, abdomen, hands and feet. After a while, they took off the fruit grains and shared them with the rest of the Kukur people in the red mask.

Yue Yang said in surprise: "The Kukur people can do this, it seems that the Japanese human body is full."

This time Zhang Li asked: "What's the best?

The human body is full?

What is it?"

Yueyang sucked and said, "This, this..., Oh, it's almost the same as what you see now."

Baba-Tu explained that the black pattern painted on her face symbolized that she was the sacrifice of the chosen god, which was a very glorious thing.

It is said that in the past, the girl really wanted to sacrifice her blood and life for the gods. I don’t know when this ceremony had gradually evolved into what she is now.

The man with red masked men who had eaten food started fighting with the man with black masks. This time, the Kukur people with red masks were like gods' help, and their power increased greatly. They soon beat the foreigners with black masks to the point of falling, throwing their helmets and losing their armor and fleeing.

Yueyang suddenly felt a little shock after watching this performance.

The simple and clumsy primitive dance performance, the rhythmic music, the simplified war, the Kukur warriors ate the red fruit placed on the girl's body, which seemed to be metaphorizing something.

He was not sure, but he always felt that the implicit metaphor made him feel cold on his back.

Also shocked was Basan, who was clenching his fists secretly. The dance form did not bring him much shock. What made him feel uneasy and nervous was the sound of drum beats, and the tight rhythm of the battle brought him an inexplicable sense of fear.

He knew that perhaps he had heard such a sound in the depths of his memory, but he was unwilling and unable to recall when and where he was.

Next, the Kukuer national celebration began. Everyone joined in and began to sing and dance, men, women, young and old, and carnival together. Yueyang and Zhang Li rushed into the stage impatiently and got along with the Kukuer people.

Zhuomangba stood aside and could also feel the enthusiasm and joy of the Kukur people.

In the distance, several Kukur hunters were driving an animal like a sheep hanging with red silk. It seemed that it was an alpaca.

First, one of them held a wooden cup, dipped the branches and sprinkled water to open the way, muttering words in his mouth, and another shirtless man holding an iron tool seemed to be waiting to be ready to tear it open.

Zhuo Muqiangba asked Baba-Tu, "What are you doing?"
To be continued...