Yuwen Jianxue saw Qingxia and was thinking about how to say hello to this teammate who had fought alongside him when a group of Turks in strange clothes swarmed up and surrounded the three of them.
The Turkic shaman held a bell in one hand and an incense stick in the other, and said: "Guests riding horses from the south, you carry an ominous aura, and you need to burn your body with fire to remove the evil spirit and evil spirit.
Enter the Khan's Court." (Note 1)
After saying that, he held the incense and pointed towards the pyre, and a bright flame came out from the incense wood and shot into the pyre. In an instant, the red fireworks rose up and jumped up to ten feet. Waves of heat rushed towards the face, roasting the whole body.
It was scorched. What was even stranger was that a ghostly aura spread out from the flames, making people feel extremely uncomfortable.
As soon as the flames started, the Turkic shaman murmured a mantra, pointed at the bonfire and signaled the three horse dancers to cross the fire to dispel the evil spirit. The Turkic people around him in strange clothes took out their bells.
They gathered around the three people and the campfire, humming weird tunes in Turkic language, dancing and jumping in circles.
Further to the periphery, the Turkic people, all with red faces, held up their machetes and shouted in unison in Turkic: "Jump! Jump! Jump!"
The translator hurriedly talked to the dancing horse and said, "You must not dance."
"how."
"This Turkic shamanism does have the custom of raising bonfires to dispel evil spirits when meeting foreign guests, but usually they raise two bonfires with an empty space of ten feet in between, and then ask the guests to pass between the bonfires without having to
There is no danger in crossing the fire... Moreover, the bonfire ahead does not burn so high, oh... it will burn people to death. Wait a moment, Mr. Dancer, I will have a few words with the shaman.
go."
The accompanying translator hurried over, communicated with the Turkic shaman, and repeated what he had just said to Wu Ma, telling the Turks not to bully the three of them and make things difficult for them because they did not know the rules.
The Turkic shaman said: "The guests who came forward are not as evil and demonic as you. It is difficult to get rid of it unless such a fierce fire is clean. If you are greedy for life and afraid of death and are unwilling to jump, then please go back."
, waved his hand towards the south, indicating that the road back to Jinyang was clear and that they would not be in trouble. The translator continued to argue with him, but he refused to listen.
The translator turned back and was about to discuss countermeasures with Wu Ma to see if he could take out Tang Gong's letter as a token and ask the Turks to inform Khan Shibi so that the three of them could be welcomed in.
Yuwen Jianxue sneered at the side and said: "This shaman dares to set up a bonfire here, so he is not afraid of you going to find Shibi. In my opinion, they are blatantly making things difficult, just to give us a blow. No matter what method is used, if we get past this
Once this happens, everything will be easy to deal with from now on. If we can't get through it, the three of us will lose face to the Han people. We will be at a disadvantage before the peace talks have even begun, and we will have to be controlled in every way from now on."
When the translator heard this, he became a little anxious and said, "What should we do? After walking for so many days and suffering so much, we can't go back empty-handed."
For the translator, this Turkic trip is actually a mission that can make a lot of credit without having to fight, and the unwritten rule that the two countries will not stop fighting is the best guarantee for life safety. Of course, he has absolutely no hope
I didn't expect that such trouble would arise. After walking two thousand miles, it must be a very unpleasant feeling to come back empty-handed.
Yuwen Jianxue looked at Wu Ma's calm look and guessed that he must have thought of a way to outwit him, "If you have any good ideas, come up with them quickly...the eyes of these Turkic people are very unfriendly, I'm not big
Comfortable."
To be more precise, Yuwen Jianxue felt uncomfortable being harassed by the unabashed gazes of the Turkic men present. When she was in the Han Dynasty, although the men coveted her appearance, most Han people were born from the ethical culture and would not behave like that.
It is blatant, and the folk customs of the Turks are obviously more bold and unrestrained.
If the Turkic shaman hadn't organized such a huge evil-dispelling battle and the fire was really hot and pulsing, several thick-looking Turkic men would have rushed up to talk to Yuwen Jianxue.
Wu Ma calmly walked to the huge bonfire. Because the temperature was too high, there was no one around Wu Ma. The firelight illuminated his face until it turned red. Yuwen Jianxue suspected that he had died just by the waves of sweeping fire.
The heat wave that came was enough to burn his entire body into a ball of liquid.
Everyone was curious about how the dancing horse would solve the trouble at hand. But the dancing horse jumped up high and jumped over the fire without much hesitation. The moment he jumped over, it was magical and huge.
The bonfire was extinguished instantly.
Amidst the exclamations of the Turks, Yuwen Jianxue approached him and asked, "Awesome, how did you do it." Wu Ma said, "Find a way to isolate the oxygen."
"oxygen?"
"Just imagine, I put a huge pot lid on top of this bonfire."
The Turkic people who were still shouting "TiaoTiaoTiao" quieted down, but they still gathered around and refused to disperse. A Turkic man wearing colorful strips asked the shaman: "The bonfire is extinguished, but the evil spirit and evil spirit are still there."
It has not been eliminated, and the Khan's request has not been fulfilled. Should we... regenerate it?"
The incense in the shaman's hand has been extinguished, and the look on his face has become very serious, "This is a first-class figure among the Han people. No wonder the association and the special service can't restrain him - let him go, even ten more balls of fire will be useless."
"...I have a premonition that this person will stir up the clouds over the grassland, and the tranquility before the storm will end." "Ah... the Immortal God will bless us."
After extinguishing the bonfire, Qingxia could see no one in the crowd again. She was startled just now, as if she just wanted to see how the bonfire was extinguished.
The trio of horse dancers mounted their horses again. Under the awe-filled and uneasy gazes of the Turkic people, they followed the Turkic cavalry who had led the way before and headed towards the tent surrounded by earthen walls.
Entering the earthen wall, you can see only conical white tents everywhere, which are endless and spectacular. From time to time, Turks in strange clothes come out of the tents and look at the three dancing horses curiously.
After walking for a while, I saw a tent that was several times larger than an ordinary tent standing in the middle of an open space like a low mountain. It was heavily guarded all around, and it should be where Khan Shibi held meetings.
The Turkic cavalry led the three men and dismounted from a distance. When they got close, they called the guards at the door to inform them. After a long time, they returned and invited the three men to enter the tent.
Before entering the camp, he smelled a faint smell of mutton coming out of the tent, and Yuwen Jianxue frowned subconsciously.
Walking further inside, I saw that the interior of the tent was huge, with a corridor paved with blankets in the middle. Two rows of Turkic generals stood on both sides of the corridor. When they saw the three people with dancing horses entering the tent, they all looked over.
The translator was so murderous that he trembled with fright and hurriedly shrank behind the dancing horse.
At the end of the carpet corridor, a tall wolf-headed chair was erected, with a tall man sitting on it, wearing a white felt hat, a round collar and an armored robe, with eyebrows like a sword and eyes like an eagle, looking sharply at the three of them.
I looked over. No need to guess, this person was Shibi Khan.
When the Turkic soldiers led the three horse dancers to stand in the middle of the corridor, Shibi suddenly snorted coldly, and it seemed as if a muffled thunder exploded in the ears of the three of them, and a violent internal force erupted from Shibi's body, like a storm.
Usually it sweeps towards three people and only needs to drag them out of the tent.
Yuwen Jianxue has only seen this level of internal strength in Li Yuan. There is no doubt that Shi Ji is a master of martial arts, a top master.
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Note 1: The fourth volume of Zhang Xingxang's "Collection of Chinese and Western Transportation Historical Materials" records the rituals of Turkic shamanism: Cai Marcus, the Eastern Roman envoy, was on an envoy to the Western Turks. When he arrived at Sogdia in Central Asia, Turks "came
The words can drive away devils and prevent unforeseen omens. They surrounded Cai Marcus and his followers, took their luggage and placed them among the people, rang bells and drums on them, and there were people holding incense, and the fire was blazing, and they walked around.
He looked crazy, pointing to the sky and drawing the earth, almost like a demon being expelled by him. After reading the curse, he asked Marcus Cai to pass between the two fires, and he and others also walked between the two fires one after another. If this is the case, then