It was a matter of the old man's safety, Zhang Siping personally went out to explain.

Within a few minutes, a bowl of ginseng soup was already fried and brought in.

Wu Lao personally fed the ginseng soup to the old man.

Although considering that the old man was old and at the weakest moment, he only ordered to cut three slices of ginseng, but after the old man took it, a trace of blush appeared on his face.

Of course, this was only a superficial phenomenon seen by the people present, but what Ling Zikai's consciousness saw was that the life fluctuation line in the old man's body had increased significantly, and he could feel a trace of pure energy slowly flowing in his body.

This energy is naturally the ginseng essence contained in the ginseng soup, which is full of vitality and nourishes the old man's body.

In the past, I often heard people say that even if a person is dying, after taking wild ginseng, he can return to the light and hang the last breath of his life, which seems to be an exaggeration.

Ling Zikai saw that ginseng really had such a miraculous effect, and couldn't help but feel a burst of emotion, no wonder he was called the "King of Herbs".

However, he knew that with the old man's condition at this time, it would be difficult to achieve immediate results just by relying on the medicinal effect of this old ginseng, so he secretly injected a trace of ancestral energy into his body through consciousness.

If it was said that the old ginseng had brought vitality to the old man before, then this ancestral god energy was the essence of life, which immediately woke up the old man in a faint state and made him slowly open his eyes.

Seeing the old man wake up, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Professor Wu took out the silver needle that was pierced on the old man's body and asked in a low voice, "Old Zhang, how are you feeling now?"

Old Man Zhang shook his head slightly, indicating that he was fine.

"Dad, I think you should go to the hospital for a comprehensive examination and recuperate for a while!"

Zhang Siping knew that the most annoying thing in the old man's life was to go to the hospital, but he still stepped forward to persuade him.

Sure enough, as Zhang Siping expected in his heart, when he heard that he was going to the hospital, the old man widened his eyes and said, "I don't have any serious illness, why go to the hospital." ”

Professor Wu next to him was just about to persuade, but the old man had already said: "I know my body best, and it is useless to go to the hospital, so don't suffer from those tosses." Siping, did I ask you to invite the person you invited?"

Zhang Siping hurriedly turned his head and shouted to the cuckoo standing on the edge of the corner: "Cuckoo girl, the old man asked you to come over!"

After Du Juan and Ling Zikai looked at each other for a while, they stepped forward and walked to the old man's side.

"Grandpa Zhang, is there anything you want us to do?" asked Du Juan, bending down.

The old man nodded to the cuckoo, and then looked at Ling Zikai with a hint of curiosity and speculation in his eyes.

Ling Zikai stretched out his hand and held the old man's hand, secretly inputting a trace of ancestral god energy.

When the energy entered the old man's body, he saw a flash of light in his eyes, and his face showed excitement, and then he immediately returned to normal, waved his hand to the people in the room, and motioned for them to go out.

After waiting for only Du Juan and Ling Zikai to be left in the room, the old man suddenly asked Ling Zikai, "Are you the new generation shaman of the Durenke tribe?"

Ling Zikai was taken aback, and couldn't help but ask, "How do you know?"

Seeing that Ling Zikai did not deny his identity, the old man couldn't help but reveal a deep yearning, and after a long time, he said leisurely: "Sixty years ago, I was seriously injured in a battle. Cuckoo's grandfather, Bohai, found me from the pile of dead people, and when he saw that I was dying, he carried me to a mysterious place in the primeval forest of Hung Yen. ”

Seeing that the old man suddenly told about the past, Du Juan and Ling Zikai both felt a little curious, and quietly listened to him continue to tell.

"It's a very secret place, and if you don't have an acquaintance to show you the way, you can't find it at all. Bohai said that he had come once before, under the leadership of his clan seniors, and that one of the most noble shamans among your Durenk tribe lived in it, and that he would be able to heal my wounds if he was willing to do so.

The shaman had a full head of gray hair, but he looked like he was only thirty or forty years old, and he had an aura of mystery on him.

Because I was a Han Chinese, the shaman had no intention of curing me, and only reluctantly agreed to Bohai's bitter pleading, and at the same time asked Bohai to agree to one of his conditions.

At that time, I was in a coma because of my injuries, so I didn't know what conditions Bohai agreed to the other party.

It wasn't until later, when I forced Bohai to join the revolution, that he told me that he had promised the shaman that he would never leave the mountain and that he would have to be the guardian of the Durenk tribe.

In order to save me, Bohai made a vow that he would never leave the mountain for the rest of his life. It's a pity that all his outstanding skills have been buried, if it weren't for me, there would definitely be one more founding general in the military history of the Republic.

I don't know how the shaman cured me. However, during the treatment, I felt a warm current in my body swimming, and the whole person felt like I was bathing in a hot spring, which was very comfortable.

When I woke up, I was amazed to find that not only had the wounds on my body healed, but also that my body was stronger than before, and I had no end of strength. ”

The old man said this, and after glancing at Ling Zikai, he said meaningfully: "Just now, I felt the same warm current swimming in my body as before. So, your identity is self-evident. It is said that the shaman of the Durenque tribe is very mysterious, the dragon can see the head but not the end, except for your people, it is difficult for outsiders to see, I didn't expect that I not only met two generations of shamans in my life, but also saved my life at the most critical time!"

"Do you know where that shaman lived back then, is he still alive?" Ling Zikai asked with some eagerness.

The old man shook his head, looked at the cuckoo, and said, "You should ask the girl this question." Only the clansmen of their Durenque tribe will be able to find their guardians!"

Seeing Ling Zikai's expectant gaze, Du Juan said, "My grandfather said that although each tribe living in the Xing'an Mountains has its own shaman and has some strange abilities, because they have only obtained a certain inheritance of the ancestral god, they are not really shamans.

In this world, there is always only one shaman in the true sense of the word who has all the inheritance of the ancestral gods, and they are all passed down in the same lineage. Only when the previous shaman dies will a new successor appear.

The shamans of the past generations have no fixed residence, and the dragon cannot see the head but the end, and unless he is willing to take the initiative to appear, he cannot be found at all. Moreover, in normal times, he lives as an ordinary person, even if he is standing next to you, you will not find out. Just like Zikai, if you don't identify yourself, who will know that you are a shaman!

Therefore, if the person that Grandpa Zhang saw back then was a real shaman, then he must no longer be in this world, otherwise you would not have become a shaman. ”

Ling Zikai asked with some suspicion, "What if I am also a pseudo-shaman who has only obtained some kind of inheritance?"

The cuckoo was obviously a little unhappy with his suspicions, and after glancing at Ling Zikai with dissatisfaction, he said in a proud tone: "Although it has been a long time since our Durenk tribe had a shaman, as long as it is born, it must be a true shaman with a complete ancestral god inheritance. Because we are a tribe of ancestral gods, we have the blood of ancestral gods in our bodies!"

But I'm not a member of your Durenk tribe, where did I get the ancestral god bloodline?

Ling Zikai muttered in his heart, but he didn't say it, so as not to upset the cuckoo again.

"Actually, it's very easy to find out if you're a real shaman!"

The old man pointed to a wooden box in the room and said to the cuckoo, "Girl, open the box and help me bring a small box inside." ”