Under Daqing Mountain, the setting sun hides behind the mountain, and the sky gradually becomes dark.
In a place at the foot of the mountain, an altar was built at some point. Several men in black robes surrounded the altar, and there were more than a dozen guards beside it.
The leading high priest chanted a spell, and a silver vertical line lit up between his eyebrows.
In an instant, there were gusts of dark wind, and air was moving around the altar. After a while, a pattern of ghost faces appeared on the upper reaches of the grass.
The invisible Yin evil energy gathered here from all directions. Several black-robed priests raised their heads at the same time, vertical lines lit up between their eyebrows. The invisible Qi machine rolled in mid-air, condensing the Yin evil energy, and then
Pour into the broken clay pot on the altar.
A woman dressed as a shaman walked towards the altar, but was blocked by the guards. Odegen jealously watched the men in black robes use magic to contain the evil spirit, and he was extremely envious in his heart.
From the time of Genghis Khan to the present, thousands of years have gone through many changes, especially the invasion of the Yellow Sect, which directly led to the fragmentation of the grassland shaman inheritance.
From the root, the word shaman means witch doctor, which is no different from the grass hag in Miao territory. The difference is that one is Xinpanwang and the other is Xintengri.
It is said that the shamans of the grasslands were passed down orally. It is said that when they were most powerful, they could directly compete with the Taoists of the Han people without losing. After many changes, the shamans on the grasslands today are not as good as the shamans of the Manchus, let alone those in these distant places.
Relatives are here.
After a long time, after the last ray of sinister energy was contained in the jar, the leading high priest stopped his spell, and the vertical lines between his eyebrows gradually converged. He turned his head and waved his hand, and the guard let go of Odegan.
"What's the matter?" The high priest spoke in stiff Mongolian and his tone was extremely arrogant.
Odegen suppressed the anger in his heart and said: "The prince is impatient and asked you when are you going to take action?"
Odegen came from Mobei, and now Mobei has been turned upside down. Those herdsmen formed an army with the support of Soviet Russia. If the prince of Mobei, Taiji, ran too slow, he would definitely be shot by those herdsmen.
These hereditary princes, Taiji, have long lost the grace of the descendants of Genghis Khan. They are all just people waiting to die. Xu Shuzheng and two battalions of cavalry were able to suppress them that day, let alone the more powerful Soviet Russian army.
Now that a political power has been established in Mobei, Soviet Russia and Beiyang are still arguing about the legitimacy of the political power. Those princes who lost their pastures and herdsmen were either hanged or ran to Monan.
There were always some unwilling ones among these people, so they thought of uniting with Monan and counterattacking Mobei. Coincidentally, the arrival of the high priest and his entourage made the two parties hit it off.
The magic skills of these distant relatives from the Caspian Sea are strange and powerful. The remaining princes and Tai Ji covet their use of powerful magic skills to resurrect the gods on the grassland, and then counterattack Mobei.
The high priest glanced at him contemptuously and said: "Don't worry. I have traveled to several places, and now I have collected less than half of the Yin evil spirits. These Yin evil spirits are not enough for nourishment. Besides, are you sure that Irleg will be there?"
Seal it in this mountain?"
Odegen said: "It is said that Irleg is in the Daqing Mountain... As for which mountain it is, we have to look carefully."
The high priest glanced at Odgen with great interest: "So? What are you waiting for? Your prince still has hundreds of men, all of them should be dispersed. If you find Irleg the day earlier, you will be able to defeat him the day earlier.
Its resurrection.”
Odegen glanced at him angrily, turned around and left without saying a word.
Watching Odgen's retreating figure, a man in black robe said: "Morgan, that female shaman is always a problem."
The high priest said: "Mansurro, we have too few manpower. Let the woman find it. As long as Irleg is found, the Lord will come to the world. By that time, no matter how big the trouble is, it will become insignificant."
"I hope you're right."
The vertical lines between the high priest's eyebrows suddenly lit up. He was startled for a moment, and then he spread his hands and looked up at the sky. After a moment, the vertical lines between his eyebrows dimmed, and Morgan said: "The Lord has issued a decree. Not only do we have to collect
Yin Sha needs more souls."
The man in black robe from before said: "Going south is the Han Dynasty. It's hard to say anything else, but there are many souls."
Another man in black robe said: "You still have to be careful...those Han people are also very powerful in their magic. All the priests we sent to the grassland to preach died at the hands of a man named Song Weiwei."
"Song Weiwei?" High Priest Morgan snorted coldly: "If I meet him, I must sacrifice his soul to the master!"
The high priest looked up at the sky. In the gradually darkening sky, there seemed to be something silently watching him.
Breaking through the sparse clouds, a silver-gray light slowly descended and poured directly into the body of the high priest. The high priest let out a comfortable groan and sighed: "Praise the Lord, you will walk on the earth as if you were walking on your side."
country!"
The worshipers and guards all around prostrated themselves on the ground and praised in unison: "Praise the Lord!"
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Fei Jingting followed Sa Renqiqige to look for Ebo. He originally thought that Ebo was an old man, but unexpectedly, when they met, he found that he was a young man.
He was not using any methods at this time, and his dress looked no different from ordinary herdsmen. Far away, Sarenqiqige waved to him, then looked at Ebo and waved in response, and then walked slowly from the foot of the mountain, with a basket full of food on his back.
of various herbs.
"Ebo, there is a friend looking for you."
"Friend?" Ebo looked at Fei Jingting, his eyes were clear, and he looked more like a monk from the Yellow Sect.
"Oh, friends in Guan Nei, what do you want from me?"
"Ebo, is there someone connecting with shamans on the grassland to seek some big things?"
Ebo paused for a moment, then nodded. He stretched out his hand to make a gesture of invitation, and moved Fei Jingting and Sa Renqiqige to the tent where they lived in isolation. They went into the inner room and lit a small stove with cow dung. After sitting down,
Then he said: "This is what happened, and this is not the first time they have come."
"How do you say this?"
Ebo recalled: "I heard from Master that these people appeared on the grassland for the first time more than 20 years ago. They preached shamanic teachings and said that the Immortal Heaven is dead and is now ruled by Erlik Khan."
"Erlik Khan?"
Steppe myths, tracing back to their origins, mostly originate from Turkic myths. In the Turkic mythology system, all things have animism, the world is divided into three realms, people have three souls, and the Immortal Heaven created everything.
The underworld is controlled by Erlik Khan. Erlik Khan has nine sons and nine daughters, namely Kalash Khan, the god of darkness, Martir Khan, the god of courage, Shiga Khan, the god of chaos, Komul Khan, the god of evil, and Komul Khan, the god of disaster.
The daughters of the god Bedish Khan, the god of failure Abash Khan, the god of iron and mining Tamir Khan, the god of informants Uchar Khan and the god of discord Kori Khan are only known as Karakozla.
A huge world tree runs through the three realms. Shamans rely on the world tree to allow their souls to travel through the three realms and negotiate with the gods to decide a person's life or death.
Human beings in the underworld lack one soul and only have two souls. If they committed extremely evil crimes during their lifetime, they will be torn to pieces by Erlik Khan.
Ebo received the inheritance from the old Ebo and knew the grassland myths very well. However, because the grassland myths are passed down orally, there are many contradictions. In some myths, Erlikhan is the eldest son of Changshengtian.
In other myths, Erlik Khan became the first human being created by Ugen, the eldest son of the Immortal God.
After briefly introducing the myths on the grassland, Ebo turned to introduce this group of distant relatives.
"These shamans claim to be from the distant Golden Horde. They received instructions from Erlik Khan and gave them power. My master said that these people's spells are very powerful and they have some powerful soul power."
"What happened next?" Sa Renqiqige asked curiously.
"Later, these people met the Sword Immortal and were killed by the Sword Immortal."
Fei Jingting pondered for a moment, then a name blurted out: "Song Weiwei?"
Ebo nodded: "Exactly. In the past twenty years, I don't know if those shamans from far away have been cursed, and they will always encounter Mr. Song when they do evil. I know that those who died at the hands of Mr. Song
There are no less than ten shamans here."
Fei Jingting thought thoughtfully, no wonder Mr. Song has been galloping on the grassland. At first Fei Jingting only thought that Song had found a magical paradise on the grassland, but now it seems that Mr. Song was so heroic and courageous that he knew that these guys were
It was a disaster, so I kept chasing these guys on the grassland.
Ebo changed the topic and said: "The shaman who came this time looked very unusual. He had met me once before and tried to persuade me to join the group. I felt it was inappropriate, so I didn't agree."
"inappropriate?"
Ebo nodded: "They are too arrogant and are trying to resurrect the evil god Komul Khan."
Komul Khan was the son of Erlik Khan. According to legend, he was responsible for the disaster. Eventually, the first steppe shaman Morgankara cast a spell and suppressed him under the mountain.
Fei Jingting thought, this is probably what Hu Qigu mentioned about the big event, right?
At this moment, Fei Jingting was vaguely aware of it and looked up at the sky in the northeast. There was obviously nothing there, but he felt as if a hole had been opened in the sky. The next moment, a silver ray of light broke through the clouds and went straight.
fall.
The silver light only lasted for a moment, and then disappeared without a trace. In such a short period of time, it was enough for Fei Jingting to sense something.
"Heaven?"
"Heaven!" Fu Yunzhao's voice came from behind her. She looked at the closed clouds and seemed to be reminiscing.
Almost at the same time, Wei Jiang, who was practicing on the top of Jiu Mountain, suddenly opened his eyes, jumped out of the cave, and stood on the top of the mountain looking at the northwest sky.
Then he murmured: "Heaven..."
Mobei.
Wei Shentong was still walking, but the corpse covered with a bamboo hat suddenly stopped beside him. His whole body was shaking, and the bells on his head were ringing non-stop. He looked up at the constant roaring in the south.
Wei Shentong was slightly surprised, then he counted his fingers and said with a frown: "It's a sign of great danger, who did this?"
Gubeikou.
A pair of skinny hands picked up the black flag, stood up uneasily and looked at the northern sky, but it was Mr. Fang who had met Fei Jingting at the Tianshi Mansion.
He looked up and saw the silver glow disappearing, and said in surprise: "The Heavenly Gate...is open?"