It can be seen that the older man who talked to Wujiang is very prestigious here, and the people in the nearby yurts listen to him. He sent two young men to ride horses to the shaman, and then asked the other men to mount their horses and take long whips to restrain the flock that had just been scattered by fear.

After arranging all this in an orderly manner, he took Wujiang to the yurt where he lived and asked Wujiang to wait here for the time being.

After Wu Jiang entered the yurt, he found that there were two other people in it, one was a woman who looked about the same age as this older man, and the other was a child who was only sixteen or seventeen years old, but although it was a child, it was also taller than Wu Jiang, and it was the figure of a standard Mongolian man at first glance. Wu Jiang said in his heart that the two people in the yurt should be the wife and son of this older man.

Wu Jiang knew that he had come this time to prepare for the master's future seclusion, and if it wasn't good, these people might all become the master's neighbors. In order to prevent these people from being malicious towards his master, causing his master to blame himself for his incompetence, he felt that it was quite necessary for him to have a good relationship with these people first.

It would have been rude enough to kick the seven or eight men off their horses outside, and there was no room for further mistakes in the yurt, so the first thing he did after he had taken his seat under the guidance of the older man was to give the woman and the boy a warm smile.

Unexpectedly, the woman saw this strange man with the face of a Central Plains person smiling at her, and reluctantly squeezed out an ugly smile as a return gift, while the young man stared at Wujiang with a curious face, as if it was the first time he had seen the face of a Central Plains person. The woman snorted softly, and the young man showed a simple smile in some embarrassment, and then turned his head away, no longer staring at Wu Jiang.

The older man didn't seem to be very good at communicating, and after he led Wu Jiang to sit down, he didn't know what to say, and sat dryly on the side. And the woman and the boy felt uncomfortable because of the stranger who had suddenly arrived, and did not know what to do to ease it. The whole yurt became extremely quiet, and the atmosphere was quite awkward.

After a long time like this, the older man seemed to suddenly remember something, patted his head, and said to Wu Jiang: "You are from Daming, and you have worked hard all the way. ”

"It's fine. Wu Jiang didn't feel the hard work, and shook his head lightly.

Then the man asked his wife to make some food. Wu Jiang waved his hand again and again after hearing this, it was not that he was not hungry, but that he was not poisoning the food.

Although it is said that in terms of hard power alone, he can fight 20 Mongolian men with brute strength without resting, but who knows if there are any special poisons on this grassland? Wujiang knows that it is not invulnerable to all kinds of poisons, so it is better to be cautious just in case. You know, these people have never let up their vigilance.

The older man saw that Wujiang was resolute, and it was not easy to insist, so he had to let his wife give up. Wu Jiang noticed that although the wife pretended to be inadvertent, Yu Guang had been secretly staring at him, and the older man who was sitting with him was also full of uneasiness, and he had only been working for a long time, and he didn't know how much sweat he had wiped himself.

"I can't beat it, I can't drive it away. I had to be bold enough to introduce me into my own house and stabilize it first. When the 'shaman' in their mouth comes, listen to the 'shaman' and see what to do with me. Wu Jiang thought silently in his heart, and he didn't know what that shaman was.

Wu Jiang was conceited that there should be no master who could beat him outside the border here, so he sat there calmly and waited patiently, while the family of this older man was sitting on pins and needles, and the more time passed, the more anxious the look on their faces became.

Most of the day passed, and in the evening, Wu Jiang felt that the temperature had dropped significantly, and faint starlight could already be seen in the sky of the grassland outside.

It seems that the time for dinner has come, and this man's family has not been able to eat lunch because of accompanying Wu Jiang, and they are already hungry at this time. The boy quietly shouted, "Mother, I'm hungry." The wife quietly gestured to the child, and glanced at Wu Jiang secretly. The boy fell silently on his stomach and sat back honestly.

Wu Jiang saw the small movements of the mother and son, and said with a wry smile in his heart: It can't be because he didn't say that he wanted to eat, so they don't dare to eat, right? If that's the case, it would be too embarrassing.

When he moved his gaze to the older man, he saw that the man was being looked at, and immediately squeezed out an awkward smile at him.

When Wu Jiang took his eyes off him again, and when he returned to the ground not far in front of him, he clearly felt that this man breathed a long sigh of relief, as if he had just walked through the ghost gate.

"Am I that terrible?" Wu Jiang reflected very seriously, feeling that he had nothing more than kicking those people off the horse first, and he did not show a trace of hostility from beginning to end.

These people are really weird. Wu Jiang shook his head secretly.

Suddenly, Wu Jiang looked up and stared at the entrance of the yurt. Immediately after, I heard the sound of someone walking on the grass outside the yurt. When the owner of the footsteps came to the yurt, he shouted, "Which shaman from Daming is looking for me?"

"I'm not a shaman. Wu Jiang replied by staring at the figure cast at the entrance through the yurt. Judging from the footsteps just now, this person has a strange spell.

"And who are you?" The entrance to the yurt was lifted, and in came a tall, thin, dark-skinned man who looked to be about fifty years old. The man had a few colorful chicken feathers tied around his head, a dense cloth belt like a colored rope around his waist, which hung down to the ground, and a very flat leather drum in his hand. It looks like a jumping god.

"I'm—well, cultivator. "Because the search for a place of seclusion is a secret mission, Wujiang conceals his true identity.

"Cultivators, I've heard that there are a lot of cultivators in your Ming Dynasty. Said the man who danced the great god.

"Are you what they call a shaman?" Wu Jiang asked.

"I am a shaman. He obviously didn't want to dwell on this issue, and continued to ask: "I heard that you are looking for me, and you want to know where there is a feng shui treasure land on this grassland?"

"Yes. Wu Jiang nodded.

The man who admitted that he was a shaman stared at Wu Jiang's eyes, and after three breaths, he moved away and glanced at the elderly man's family: "The treasure land of feng shui can't be known to too many people. Timur, your family will go out first, and I will tell this cultivator from the Ming Dynasty alone. ”

"Yes, Shaman. "Timur's family treated the shaman with great respect and honestly walked out of the yurt.

After Wu Jiang watched Timur's family leave, he looked at the shaman: "Can you say it now?"

"Yes. The shaman nodded, and the chicken feathers on his head trembled twice: "I'll do divination for you and find a treasure of feng shui." ”

"Divination?" Wu Jiang wondered.

"Yes. Give me a little time, it'll be fine soon. When the shaman had said this, he trembled as if possessed by a great god, reciting incantations he did not understand in a slurred manner, and while beating the flat leather drum, he shook his head and walked in circles in the yurt.

Wujiang has never seen this kind of divination, and it feels very novel. He sat there and watched the shaman dance god with some amusement.

Soon, though, his face became solemn. Gradually, he felt that the breath in the whole yurt had become strange.

It was then that he realized that the shaman's strange behavior, including beating drums, trembling his body, spinning back and forth, and chanting incantations, was not for the sake of beauty or a sense of ritual, but actually changed the atmosphere of the entire yurt.

Every time the shaman fell, there was a strange force that penetrated into his body from the ground through the soles of his feet, and when he trembled, he shook off the force that had penetrated into his body, and at the same time, he struck the drum with the palm of his hand, and at the same time, the drum surface vibrated and made a sound, and at the same time, it also spread out a circle of ripple-like invisible power with the sound waves, and the incantation in his mouth seemed to affect the power that permeated the yurt, causing them to squeeze towards Wujiang.

Because the power that spread out at the beginning was very weak and extremely difficult to perceive, Wu Jiang didn't notice it at first. As the shaman beats the drum more and more violently, the more power it emits becomes. After half an hour, the sound of the drums was already loud and deafening, and the sound of the shaman chanting the mantra became more rapid.

Wu Jiang finally sensed a strong sense of crisis, he suddenly raised his hand and stopped: "Stop!"

The shaman seemed to have no idea what he was saying, still reveling in his own world, shaking his head, beating drums, dancing gods, and chanting incantations.

Wu Jiang wanted to stand up and went over to interrupt him, but was horrified to find that he couldn't stand up.

His head was silent