Chapter 0118 – Positioning of the Stars and Branches (1 / 2)

At this time, not far from the crowd of yurts suddenly stirred up, a lot of singing and drinking Mongolians have stopped hula surrounded the past, would have been tugging at Wang Xuanzhen and Tang Wenyi they were also attracted to the eyes. From a yurt in the middle of the tribe, there is an old man who can not even see the age of the hobbling was helped out, he wore typical Mongolian clothing but the only difference is that his hands on a cane made of animal bones hanging a string of whitish bone on his neck.

chain, the creases in his face had almost all but piled up.

The old man walked out of the yurt and was surrounded by the rest of the tribe, the people around him bowed their heads respectfully and then slowly surrounded him chanting an obscure tune, which didn’t sound like a song but a little bit similar to the rap in modern music. “That’s the shaman’s blessing, the tribesmen gathered around the old man and prayed for him, in simple terms, they hoped that the old man would live a long life and have good health” Tang Wen Yi looked up at the old man and said: “He is the most respected shaman priest in the area, and he has a very good reputation in the dozens of neighboring tribes.

Prestige, worshipped as a god by these nomads”

Wang Xuanzhen also continued: “Shamanism priests are good at divination, prayer, can for the dead to transcend the soul, so in the Mongolian tribes priests are very respected, sometimes they are sick basically will not choose to go to the doctor but will let the priests to pray and pray for blessings,” the old man was chanting crowd surrounded by a suddenly raised his hands of the bone stick and then tilted his head to look at the sky hoarse voice mouth spit out a series of incantation-like language, then he prostrated himself on the ground and kissed the grassland under his feet, and those around him also hurried to kneel down and worship the ground. The old man was surrounded by the chanting crowd and then suddenly raised the bone stick in his hands and looked up at the sky and hoarsely spat out a series of incantation-like language, and then he prostrated himself on the ground and kissed the grassland under his feet, while those Mongolians around him also hurriedly knelt down on the ground, and their

Face and eyes look a little frightened and helpless, the mouth of that obscure tone more and more dense and faster, and finally actually quite a bit of the meaning of the sound of the sky. Kneeling on the ground of the old man straightened up with a bone stick pointing to the side of the two Mongolian Khan seems to command a few words of what, those two people suddenly stood up and walked to the yurt outside the sheep pen to take off a sheep, and then quite nimbly to the slaughter, and a few people are from the yurt out of the

Incense burners and tributes were placed on the ground, and a few moments later ten or so Mongols wrapped around waist drums beat the drums while dancing in circles around the sheep and tributes.

“They seem to be praying for something?” Professor Zhao asked in dismay.

Tang Wen Yi nodded and said, “It is praying for the forgiveness of the gods —— That priest said that soon there will be people on the grasslands who will be punished and then die, and he prayed that the gods would not bring the chastisement down on these nomads”

Cao Qingdao said happily, “It’s strange if people don’t die, the steppe is full of Mongolians who die if they don’t die.”

Xiao Quanyou gave a dry cough and said, “Aren’t there still us”

“Damn, have you ever opened your mouth? Don’t talk nonsense,” Cao Qingdao said angrily.

Xiang Yu leaned toward Wang Xuanzhen with a cigarette in his mouth and pulled his shoulder and whispered, “What’s the best way to get rid of the archaeological team’s gang?”

“Huh?” Wang Xuanzhen glanced at Tang Wenyi, who was still gazing at the shaman priest, and said, “Xiang Yu, what’s up? Got some eyebrows on the whole thing?”

Xiang Yu hmmmed but didn’t elaborate, only telling Wang Xuanzhen to find a way not to let Professor Zhao’s group follow them. The Mongolian nomad’s cool song has been resounding in the prairie sky, the dark night sky a few eagles and vultures circling for a long time and refused to leave, vaguely yurt far away also suddenly resounded a few howls of wolves, this time the prairie suddenly blew a cool wind, blowing the fire in the fire suddenly had a

With a rack that seemed to be going out.