Quick travel god stick demeanor

Xie Ange struck the divine drum, and the sound of the drum was like thunder, each sound getting heavier than the last.

Suddenly, a black mist surged, engulfing the entire courtyard, and the sound of soldiers handing over weapons and soldiers fighting came from the black mist. It seemed that in that instant, the courtyard became a battlefield.

In the darkness, only the room where Fujin gave birth had a little candlelight.

Women and handmaidens screamed and ran for cover.

Doro drew out the long knife he carried with him, stood guard at the door of the delivery room, and looked around vigilantly.There was a shrill cry of pain from behind, piercing screams like demons, the trembling window lattices exploded, sawdust splashed, and dust from the roof and walls fell.

The teapot on the table shook and shook, fell to the ground with a bang, and broke into pieces, leaving the water in the pot.

Fujin suddenly calmed down, as if she realized that she was the only one who could protect herself now. Although her face was exhausted, she ordered the midwife and maids to calm down, light the candles, and stop screaming and running around.

Fujin has a lot of prestige, and her order gave everyone in the delivery room something to do and confidence in their hearts.

After some time, the sudden black mist disappeared. Xie Ange put away the slightly larger drum, and said to Doro: "The evil spirit that harmed people has been expelled, and your wife can give birth well. I'll take my leave first."

Under such circumstances, no one cared about why Xie Ange didn't dance to the gods, so as to save his tongue.

Duo Luo hurriedly sent Xie Ange to the door, and the servant who fed the horse brought the horse. Xie Ange stepped on the horse gracefully, held the rein, and flicked it lightly, and the horse started to run spiritually.

Acton followed on horseback.

After two streets, Xie Ange saw a group of shamans on horseback approaching, reined in and stopped.

Their clothes were similar to Xie Ange's, except that they wore mysterious masks and covered their faces with the colorful spikes on the hats.

At this time, the sun was about to go down, and the light had softened a lot. It shone on the backs of these shamans, making them mysterious and weird.

Generally speaking, shamans do not fight alone, and the shamans of the same tribe have some friendship with the same tribe, even if they are not particularly close, but because of the sense of belonging of the small group, the relationship exceeds that of ordinary tribesmen.

Xie Ange greeted them and asked where they were from.

There is nothing to hide about this matter, Xie Ange is their comrade, and Dahasu, the leader, said honestly: "I just sacrificed for Baylor and the banner soldiers, praying to the gods and ancestors to bless them with victory in the expedition, and finally carried out I got the bones."

Bone divination is a kind of divination, which uses boiled roe deer, deer, and pig shoulder blades for divination.

"How was the result? Did the battle go well?" Xie Ange asked naturally.

Dahasu smiled, and his eyes under the mask were shining, "Of course the result is good. The Baturu will definitely win again and bring a wider land, more cattle, sheep and slaves to Jurchen!"

After a pause, as if looking for a topic, another shaman asked Xie Ange, "What about you? Where did you just come back from?"

"Come from Duo Luo's house two streets away." Xie Ange pointed in the direction of Duo Luo's house, and explained, "Today, his Fujin was haunted by evil spirits and had a difficult delivery."

Hearing the words, the shaman turned his head to look at Dahasu, a little puzzled, "Why are you an evil spirit again? There have been too many evil spirits doing things lately, right?"

Dahasu said: "Who knows? Anyway, with us, these evil spirits can't do much."

"indeed."

At this time, a younger shaman behind Dahasu asked Xie Ange directly, "Alinbao, I heard that you haven't done the magic dance very much recently, how did you drive away the evil spirits?"

Xie Ange's expression remained unchanged, with a smile on the corner of his mouth. He blinked at the words, looked at the young shaman who asked the question, and said lightly, "There are many patients who get sick not because of evil spirits. There is no need to spend mana to dance gods. I just use some herbs Treat them."

The young shaman let out a long "Oh" and said with admiration, "You are so smart. This way you can save mana and expel real evil spirits. Great! If only we could do the same."

Dahasu reprimanded him, "You have to do your best in sacrifice and divination, and you can't be lazy." After a pause, he explained to Xie Ange embarrassingly, "I'm not saying you are bad, but our shaman is like this , you understand, right?"

Xie Ange smiled, "I don't need to say more, I know it. I can only be lazy when there are no evil spirits and ghosts, otherwise I still have to dance to the gods."

"you're right."

Shaman is divided into family shaman and wild shaman.As a servant of the gods, the family shaman is mainly responsible for the sacrificial activities in the clan.The wild shaman (also known as the great god) is a god-grasped shaman, that is, a shaman possessed by a god.The god-grabbing shaman is mainly responsible for treating diseases, warding off disasters, praying for blessings, divination, and prediction for the tribe.

There is no distinction between the two, the latter is closer to the clansmen on weekdays, and is more popular with the clansmen.The former looks taller.

Whether it is a home shaman or a wild shaman, they are equally respected.

Dahasu and his party are home shamans, and the original owner is wild shamans.

The two sides chatted on the road for a while, exchanged information (gossip), and saw that the sky was getting dark, so they said goodbye and left, and went home.

After returning home, Xie Ange asked Acton to prepare dinner, went back to the room by himself, lit the oil lamp, and the whole room was warmed by a bean lamp.

He found small scissors and cut off the burnt wick. With a "poof", the flame jumped higher and the room became brighter.

After dinner, Xie Ange found locust wood and white paper to make a simple hexagonal palace lantern. It didn't have any patterns or carvings, so it wasn't pretty. It could only be said to be a bit rustic. A little spirit.

After it was finished, Xie Ange turned the palace lantern and looked at it, thinking that he might not have much talent in handwork.

Xie Ange found the pen, ink, paper and inkstone again. Apparently the original owner didn't have paint in his house, and he didn't mind. He just used ink to draw a few chubby children on the palace lantern, with round heads and round brains, fat hands and feet, just like dolls in New Year paintings.

In the end, Xie Ange solemnly lit the hexagonal palace lantern with the teacup as the base, the talisman paper as the core, the spiritual power as the oil, and the darkness as the air.

Pfft, the faint blue flame was exposed through the lamp body, it was blue, and it was as ghostly as a will-o'-the-wisp in the dark night.

Xie Ange tapped the divine drum with his fingers, "Come out."

At first, the drum didn't move, but Xie Ange didn't move his eyes, and injected some sword energy into it, which made the drum shake for a while, and finally a few gray baby spirits were willing to come out.

These baby spirits are very white, but they are not the healthy and bloody white of the human body, but they are white with layers of flour. Vicious and ferocious.

Some baby spirits may be because they were too small when they died, and now they are not even humanoid. Some have only four fingers, and some can't even open their eyes. The drum floated out.

They are too young to be taught, they don't know good and evil, they don't know good and bad, they can only do things according to their instincts. Once they do evil, they are stained with blood and karma, and they cannot be reincarnated.

Fortunately, when Xie Ange arrived today, these infant spirits hadn't had time to kill yet.

Even better, they are still bullying.

Xie Ange pointed to the hexagonal palace lantern and patiently said to the infant spirits, "This is your shelter. You should practice hard and reincarnate in the future."

The infant spirits couldn't understand the words, so Xie Ange used his spiritual sense to communicate with them.

When they finally understood what Xie Ange meant, they cautiously flew to the side of the palace lantern. While getting closer to the palace lantern, they paid attention to Xie Ange's movements. It seemed that as soon as he moved, the baby spirits would retreat immediately.

Xie Ange waited patiently. Seeing that Xie Ange had no intention of attacking, the infant spirits passed through the lamp body one by one and entered the palace lantern.

The flames inside were flickering happily, and it could be seen that the infant spirits were quite happy.

After a while, the palace lantern flew up and flew up and down around Xie Ange who was packing up his things.

After a long time, I found that Xie Ange neither stopped nor reprimanded, the infant spirits became bolder, they pushed forward, and the hexagonal palace lantern touched Xie Ange's face.

Feeling a little itchy on the face, Xie Ange smiled softly.

The palace lanterns got closer, wishing they could squeeze into his arms.

***

The next morning, Doro came again, bringing the latest news about his family.

First of all, after Xie Ange left yesterday, within an hour, Doro's Fujin successfully gave birth to a son.

Secondly, Fujin was completely hurt, and aged more than ten years overnight.

When talking about this, Doro's face was a little unnatural. He loved Fujin's virtuousness and generosity, and also loved her attractive color. Although she is old and decrepit now, she has given birth to so many sons for him. Doro still treats her Satisfied, but couldn't accept that his beautiful wife turned into a yellow-faced woman for a while.

Duo Luo thought, the big deal is that I will respect Fujin more in the future. Fujin is so virtuous, never jealous, has the eldest son and youngest son by his side, and has a stable position, so he doesn't have to care about the master's favor.He will go to the Fujin's room more often in the future.

Thinking of this, Doro secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

Seeing Doro's distraction, Xie Ange took the initiative to end the topic.

Doro hurriedly offered a gift of thanks and left in a hurry.

When he got a son, he naturally had to notify his relatives and friends to congratulate him, and he had to go back and discuss with Fujin who to invite and how to hold the banquet.

Originally, Jurchen shamans were usually the same as ordinary people in the clan, but in recent years, with Nu Erhaci's conquest, Jianzhou Jurchen continued to expand, the territory became larger, and the population increased.

However, new shamans have to go through selection, training, and master professional knowledge and skills before they can take up their posts. Therefore, the number of shamans has not been greatly increased.

As time goes by, today's shamans are getting more and more busy. They usually don't do production or go to the battlefield, and only concentrate on professional issues.

Their services are not paid, and they do not exceed the authority of others. They serve a wide range of objects. As long as they are Jurchens, from princes and nobles to ordinary people, they are all within the service scope of shamans.

There are two sources of living funds for the shamans. One is the dead wages paid by the Jurchen regime in Jianzhou, and the other is extra cash—gifts given by the tribe.

Over the years, with the improvement of the living conditions of the Jurchens, the treatment of the shamans has also increased, and the gifts they have received have also increased and become better and better.

It's just that no matter how good or bad the gift is, the shamans will not refuse it.

Like the original owner, I received a beautiful stone picked up by a little girl from the Hun River, and it is still in the box, well preserved.

The author has something to say:

Looking at other big Weibo today, I found a very interesting phenomenon - the authors who have saved manuscripts have the confidence to be heavenly, and the authors who have not saved manuscripts should keep a low profile. The comments in it are very interesting 23333

But then I realized... I'm the latter

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