Seeing him finally relenting.
Chen Yulou naturally did not hesitate and agreed immediately.
To know.
This kind of opportunity is not easy to get.
Even in Wa Village that day.
He just took advantage of the devil Basigu's divination to secretly take a peek at the big ghost that descended on Lord Long Mo.
After all, as Moba, they are just servants serving the gods, how can they dare to be disrespectful to the gods?
But that was that time.
He became extremely interested in these ‘gods’.
Similar to the Wa people.
Turkic shamans are actually another kind of ghost and god belief.
Nothing more.
The former calls the big ghost directly.
The Turkic tribe is named after the shaman god.
As a primitive religion, the existence of shaman gods has a very long history, which can almost be traced back to the ancient tribal era.
The scope of the existence of believers is also extremely wide.
Throughout the entire Tungusic language family.
Not only the Manchus, Uighurs, and Turks, but also more than ten minority ethnic groups such as Xibe, Hezhe, Oroqen, Daur, and Hasa are all shaman believers.
In their concept, everything has animism.
No matter the sun, moon, stars, mountains, rivers, wind, rain, thunder and lightning, they all have spirituality, and they are gods that transcend human beings and nature.
However, different ethnic groups have different opinions on their identification with the Supreme God.
For example, the Mongolian, Manchu, Daur and other ethnic groups believe that the god Tengger is superior to all gods.
As for Azhiya and the others, they are in the Turkic tribe.
Among the shaman gods, the God of Fire is the most respected.
For them, if it were not given by the God of Fire, they would still be living a life of eating hair and drinking blood. Only when the light of fire breaks through the darkness can they be protected from wild animals and diseases.
so.
Every time the forum is opened.
They will all priest the God of Fire first.
This can also be seen from the tattoos on their bodies.
That is a totem of flame.
You can see it on almost everyone in the village, men, women and children.
In addition, the altar that I passed before was also dominated by the God of Fire, and it fell in the middle of the gods. The most important thing is that, except for the God of Fire, the other gods have no specific appearance.
Just like the eternal sky.
Intangible, shapeless, bodyless and substanceless.
"In that case, come with me."
Seeing this, Azhiya nodded.
I stood up, picked up the colorful clothes and Dharma drums on the side, and greeted a few people.
“Let’s go, Brother Tao, let’s take a look.”
Seeing that he seemed to be preparing to go to the altar outside, Chen Yulou followed immediately.
The walled city is divided into heaven, earth and people. The place they are currently in is the heaven where the shaman god is worshiped. Usually he is the only one who lives here. The rest of the tribe cannot approach easily without permission.
Oona followed quickly.
I didn’t feel anything strange.
There was only Wu Tuo, his brows slightly furrowed. If he was just paying homage, he wouldn't say anything.
But I see the God of Fire clearly.
Even if you are a clan member in the village, you may never see them once in your life.
They are still pagans...
However, since Azhiya agrees, nothing will happen, right?
After pondering for a moment, Wutuo sighed secretly, and finally swallowed the words that came to his lips.
Not long after.
Outside the altar.
Azhiya is ready to finish.
Wearing colorful robes, an evil ghost mask on his head, and holding a Dharma drum tightly in his hand.
“Boom——”
Finally.
As time passes by.
A heavy drum sound suddenly sounded, booming in all directions.
Dong dong dong——
What followed was a burst of more rapid drum sounds, like raindrops.
Seems disorganized.
But if you listen carefully, you will find that every drum sound is just right, either dull or exciting, like a strong wind and rain, or like a mountain ghost roaring.
The dense drumming gradually formed an indescribable rhythm.
Fall in the ear.
Weird, mysterious, and indescribable.
At the same time.
Chen Yulou was keenly aware that with the altar in the center, wisps of fine mist had floated up in the surrounding night.
A Zhiya outside the altar looked increasingly crazier.
The drums beat like rain.
Muttering words.
Oona and Wutuo were kneeling on the ground one after another, their faces full of reverence and enthusiasm.
See this situation.
Chen Yulou and Partridge Whistle couldn't help but look at each other. Both of them saw a trace of solemnity on their faces. At this moment, they could not understand what happened.
And.
How familiar is this scene?
Xiangxi Nuo opera?
Wa Village attracts ghosts!
Almost exactly the same.
The eyes of the two people met invisible in the night. Partridge Whistle nodded, and then took a few steps back calmly.
Looking at where he was standing, he was at an angle with Chen Yulou.
Advance can be used to attack, retreat can be defended.
Both of them are veterans of the martial arts world. Years of experience have taught them that a gentleman does not stand behind a dangerous wall.
In case something changes.
At least you can be prepared.
Chen Yulou, on the other hand, stood behind several people with his hands behind his hands. He seemed calm, but in fact, his consciousness had already been released. Even the smallest changes in the surrounding world could not escape his notice. .
“Buzz——”
Finally.
With the incomprehensible incantations in Azhiya's mouth, he slowly calmed down.
No longer as irritable, messy, and unclear as before.
In the mist that had completely enveloped the surroundings, an inaudible sound suddenly sounded. It sounded... like an old horse sneezing in the forest on a snowy night.
It's like an old man waking up in the middle of the night, sitting on the edge of the bed, rustling his clothes and getting up at night.
The voice is small and pitiful.
Barely visible in the howling cold wind.
For the first time, there was a ripple in the depths of Chen Yulou's deep and calm eyes.
He raised his head.
The movements are gentle and natural.
It seems that I just changed my posture after standing for a long time.
Not even the Partridge Whistle noticed anything was wrong.
But...
In his sight at this moment, a pair of real eyes could penetrate the heavy fog and see the dark shadow.
The black shadow was formless and materialless, appearing out of thin air, as if it came out of the void.
Drifting in the mist for a while.
As if attracted by the sound of the Dharma drum below, its figure flashed. The next moment, the black shadow was infinitely stretched, like a wisp of black smoke, approaching the altar from top to bottom.
Obviously intangible and without quality.
But in Chen Yulou's eyes, at this moment, it looked like a centipede, or a snake, with its head stretched out and its mouth open, trying desperately to swallow the incense on the altar.
That’s right.
It is incense.
When the Turks offer sacrifices to the shaman god, they will also use a kind of red mud and rub it into something like incense, which can burn for several days or even half a month after being lit.
Chen Yulou noticed it when he came to the altar for the first time.
When the mud incense burned, it had an indescribable and strange smell, so he asked specifically about it. He only knew it after Po Li explained it.
The so-called red mud.
It turned out to be made of sacred wood chips mixed with the blood of beasts.
No wonder, he felt a strong death aura from that smell.
It was just a new arrival that day.
It also involves the beliefs of the Turkic people.
It was not easy for him to ask.
While chatting afterwards, I pretended to be surprised and asked casually.
Kunlun's sacred trees contain vitality, and the flesh and blood of beasts are rich in essence. The fusion of the two is clearly the favorite incense of mountain spirits, monsters, and ghosts. "So..."
"They are nothing more than evil spirits."
The so-called God of Fire, the Great Ghost, and Mahakala who struck the Thunder Mountain, what kind of gods are they? They can't even be considered monsters. After all, they don't even have a body, they are just a group of floating ghosts.
The remaining incense on the altar was swallowed up one by one by the black shadow.
It seemed quite content.
Drag his body and dive into the statue of the ‘God of Fire’.
Crash——
In an instant.
Two firelights ignited from his eyes.
Looking through the fog, they look like two floating lamps.
At the same time, a fiery and terrifying aura spread boundlessly, instantly covering all sides of the altar.
Azhiya, who was still beating the Dharma drum, felt the familiar breath and fell to his knees on the ground, his face full of enthusiasm.
The God of Fire...has arrived!
When he was nine years old, he felt the breath of the God of Fire for the first time during the heaven-sacrifice ceremony with his elders, and he was selected as the wizard seed in the clan.
Alongside the previous generation of wizards, they learned spells, invited gods, and various sacrificial procedures.
For most of his life, as a shaman god believer, he is very familiar with this breath.
Fire like fire.
The moment it arrives, it feels like you are in a sea of magma and fire.
So, when he met Chen Yulou for the first time that day, he noticed something was wrong. There was a trace of Vulcan-like aura about the young man.
Although I didn't find out the truth in the end.
But Azhiya believed that that might be the will of the God of Fire.
Otherwise, he would not agree to Chen Yulou's presumptuous move today.
"The God of Fire..."
"It's the God who has come!"
Wutuo and Oona, who had been kneeling on the ground for a long time, were even more excited at this moment. They buried their heads on the ground and did not dare to move for fear of offending the God of Fire.
As for the partridge whistle at the rear.
After successfully building the foundation, a ray of consciousness has been refined in his Niwan Palace.
At this moment, I am using my spiritual consciousness to spy carefully.
However, in his sight, he could only see a vague blur. The terrifying pressure was suffocating, especially those scarlet eyes, which were as red as fire, which was even more disturbing.
"Is this the God of Fire?"
Partridge Whistle has been traveling around the world for many years.
Because he is looking for beads, he fights everywhere and travels through the deep mountains and forests almost all year round.
I have seen many evil things.
But this is the first time for such gods.
As I peered into the dark shadow, I felt something indescribably strange.
But what made him even more incredible was.
From that aura, I could not feel the mighty righteousness of the gods at all. Instead, there was a hint of evil and evil. It seemed that... it was not the god of fire at all, but a wisp of evil energy.
Just.
This idea just came up.
He was forced to suppress it.
You can even hear a loud thumping sound coming from under your chest.
The gods cannot see or hear.
If he is found out, he will cause a big disaster and he will not be able to bear it alone.
After all, Senior Azhiya had specifically said before chanting the incantation to attract the gods, and perhaps no one in this world understands this kind of pain better than the Zagrama clan.
God's curse cannot be broken for thousands of years.
Just when he was absent-minded, a mysterious gaze suddenly looked over. Partridge Whistle was shocked and subconsciously avoided his eyes. There seemed to be countless voices murmuring in unison in his ears.
That’s it!
My snooping was discovered.
Partridge Whistle swallowed secretly, his downcast face full of uneasiness.
If it was just him, he wouldn't care.
But if his rash actions bring great disaster to Chen Yulou and the entire Turkic tribe, the consequences will be disastrous.
Invisible pressure fell like a landslide.
Fortunately, the suffocating sense of oppression did not last long and quickly dissipated.
The eerie gaze was withdrawn.
Feeling this scene, Partridge Whistle's tense mind relaxed a little.
At least it didn’t cause any trouble.
He raised his eyes slightly, and in his peripheral vision, the two lamp-like fires disappeared in an instant, and the fog that originally shrouded the surroundings dissipated as quickly as the ebbing tide.
The three Azhiyas were kneeling on the ground.
He kept saying something.
According to Partridge Whistle's guess, it should be nothing more than a gift to the God of Fire.
But in this situation, he couldn't speak. He could only suppress his curiosity and follow the mist with his eyes until it disappeared into the night.
“Huh——”
Until the weird breath completely disappeared.
After no longer noticing the slightest bit.
Azhiya, who was kneeling on the ground like a stone statue, finally made some movement, and his figure was enough to be hugged. He slowly straightened up, and then stood up with support on the ground.
"Get up."
"The God of Fire has returned to heaven."
Azhiya did not rest, but walked outside the altar and took it out from under the stone platform Two clay incense sticks, which were all red and as long as arms, were lit with flint and inserted into the incense burner with a respectful expression.
Hear the words.
Wutuo and Oona then stood up one after another.
But even so, there was nothing casual about the two of them, and they were even more enthusiastic than before.
Witness the arrival of the God of Fire.
What a blessing this is. For hundreds of years, there are probably no people in the tribe who have had such luck.
Especially Wutuo, who was worried about whether he would offend the God of Fire.
Everything is fine now.
His hanging heart finally fell back into his stomach.
"Brother Chen, how are you?"
Wait until the incense is placed and worshipped.
Azhiya then turned back to look at Chen Yulou.
The latter seemed to be still in a daze, but he suddenly came to his senses after hearing these words. Facing those adoring and blazing eyes, he just nodded.
"Thank you, senior, for making Chen's wish come true."
"You're welcome. Thank you for taking care of Oona along the way."
Azhiya waved his hand. .
After the relationship with his daughter has melted, he is no longer as stubborn, withdrawn and extreme as before, and his tone is much gentler.
After saying that, he looked at Oona next to him with a doting look on his face.
"Oona, the bonfire banquet is not over yet, please take two brothers over."
"Our Turkic tribe has no reason to neglect guests."
Hearing this , Wutuo also smiled and said, "Yes, Oona, entertain the guests for us two old men."
"Yes, patriarch, Atta."
Of course Oona would not refuse.
And she knew that since Atta asked her to see off the guests, she must have something to discuss with the clan leader.
"Shopkeeper Chen and Leader Yang, please come this way."
Going closer to the two of them.
Oona's eyes were as bright as water and she said calmly and generously.
Even when facing Chen Yulou, he was no longer as shy as he was in the ancient city.
On the way back, she had already figured out that even if she really persisted, she would just be following her parents' old path again.
As a wizard, she is destined not to be able to marry as a wife and raise her husband and children like ordinary people in this life.
“Okay.”
Feel the calmness in her eyes.
Chen Yulou knew that she had let go, and he couldn't help but sigh secretly in his heart.
Isn't that the case with him.
Given his identity, family background, and appearance, to put it bluntly, as long as he agrees, having a group of wives and concubines is not a strange thing.
But he aims at immortality.
I really don’t care about the love between my children for the time being.
Follow Oona.
A group of three people walked outside the village.
In the dark night ahead, fires shot into the sky, and cheers and cheers could be heard endlessly.
"Brother Chen?"
Partridge Whistle was a little stunned and asked in a low voice.
Chen Yulou heard the deep meaning in his words.
But he just shook his head and smiled.
"Don't worry, we'll talk about it later." (End of chapter)