At this time, Uncle Ma Liang said: "Yes, this is blue coal essence. It was given to my father by an Ewenki who belonged to the Tunguska tribe. My father later passed it on to me. This stone contains some kind of strange magnetic field.
It can help us Ewenki people start witchcraft."
"Didn't you say that the Crawling God is dead?"
"Look out, don't talk while I'm doing the witchcraft. Next, I'm going to do a bone divination."
After saying that, he stood up and opened the drawer, took out a small leather drum and hung it around his neck. Then he took out a flat wine bottle from his arms, took a big gulp of wine, and spit it into the stove.
The flames instantly shot up to over half a meter high! They almost burned me.
"Bang bang bang!"
"Bang bang bang!"
Uncle Ma Liang looked like he was crazy, beating the leather drum. He walked like a drunkard, taking long steps, and kept dancing around the stove. He screamed like a woman, "Eh... Yeah! Eh...
..ah....."
Douyazai came close to me and laughed softly: "Fengzi, does this look like dancing in a bar?"
Just after Douyazai smiled and said that, he pinched his nose, and he had a nosebleed.
"Don't talk nonsense. Are you looking for death?"
I signaled Dou Sprouts to shut up immediately.
Uncle Ma Liang continued to dance.
Jumping and dancing, accompanied by intensive drumming, he threw a pig's shoulder blade into the fire, and murmured some obscure phrases quickly in his mouth. Then he held his knees with both hands, bent slightly, and kept
Shaking his head, the action looks funny at first glance.
But, as I watched... I felt my eyes were numb and my chest was so tight that I couldn't breathe.
Uncle Ma Liang's eyes were blurry and he was shaking his head desperately. There seemed to be a long-haired black shadow woman behind him.
This dark shadow was also shaking its head desperately! It was almost the same rhythm as Uncle Ma Liang's drum beat, which was extremely terrifying.
"boom!"
Finally, he slapped the leather drum hard and stopped.
Uncle Ma Liang used tongs to take the pork bones out of the stove, then found a complete piece of wind-chilled birch bark, and directly covered the hot pork bones with the birch bark.
The birch bark was hot and smoking.
After a few seconds, the outline of a human face slowly appeared on the bark of the tree.
There are no facial features, and the gender cannot be distinguished, but the hot stamping does look like a human face.
"This...is this a climbing god?" I asked in surprise.
"Yes, look carefully."
He took off the birch bark, scooped a ladle of water from the water tank, and poured it all on the pig bones. A large amount of white steam drifted away, and almost at the same time, vertical lines visible to the naked eye appeared on the bones.
Uncle Ma Liang said with a dark face: "Old Shaman bone divination, horizontal lines represent peace and good luck, vertical lines represent disaster and death. The more cracked horizontal lines, the more people will die. Count these.
How many ways."
I took a look and shook my head: "I can't count them, there are too many."
"After decades of calm, what is supposed to come is still coming. Since you are involved, you have an obligation to help me. Maybe it's not too late now."
"How can I help?" I asked quickly.
He said: "The person who guards the ancestral hall in Shiliu Village is an old man with a birthmark on his face. If you tell him, just say that the shaman's scarecrow is no longer useful and ask him to take good care of the big thangka, at least until the end of this year."
, I can’t deal with it, I’m going to ask my father and ask him to come up with a solution.”
"Ah?" Douyazai said, didn't your father pass away?
"Who said you can't ask questions after you die?"
When Dou Sprout came to his mouth, he choked back.
I quickly said: "Uncle Ma Liang, you don't know yet? The big thang card in Pomegranate Village has been lost a long time ago."
"What!"
"How can it be!"
"When did you lose it?"
Veins popped out on his forehead as he almost shouted these words.
I quickly said: "We had just arrived in Kangding at that time! The thangka was lost! The quilt beads... were stolen by a few thieves!"
