As he spoke, the cuckoo couldn't help but cry in a low voice: "It's all my fault! I shouldn't be stupid! Forcing my godfather to plant these trees that take decades, even hundreds of years, to become mature." I killed my godfather!"

The atmosphere in the wooden house was somewhat oppressive.

Looking at the cuckoo who kept crying, Ling Zikai was a little helpless, not knowing what to say.

Fortunately, after a while, the cuckoo's mood slowly regained its calm, and said, "Do you want to know why I stopped my godfather from planting the Instant Forest in the first place?"

Ling Zikai nodded silently.

Cuckoo sighed, looked at Ling Zikai and said, "Because I am from the Durenke clan." My ancestors were the guardians of this great forest, a shaman!"

"Shaman!"

The cuckoo looked at the surprised Ling Zikai and asked puzzledly, "Do you know what a shaman is?"

Ling Zikai nodded and said hesitantly, "Last night, I had a strange dream!"

"What did you dream about, can you tell me? It's important to me!" asked the cuckoo, as if anticipating something.

Ling Zikai saw that her expression was a little solemn, and remembered what happened in the dream, although it was a little strange, but it was not a secret, so he said: "I saw an old man with a white beard in a dream. He said what he wanted me to do as a shaman!"

"Did you really see an old man with a white beard, and he really wanted you to be a shaman?"

The cuckoo was a little uncertain and repeated his words, his face full of excitement.

"Is that weird? It's just a dream?"

"No, you're not dreaming! it's the true spirit of the ancestral god talking to you!"

The cuckoo suddenly knelt down at Ling Zikai, and reverently touched his forehead with both hands and knocked three times: "From now on, you will be the shaman of our Durenke clan!"

Ling Zikai jumped up in fright, and said incoherently: "You, what do you mean by this? Hurry up!"

Seeing that Ling Zikai's face turned a little pale, Du Juan knew that he was scaring others, so he hurriedly stood up.

"Shouldn't you have had some illness before, and now you're having a seizure?"

Ling Zikai suddenly had some doubts about whether Du Juan had any history of mental disorders, and was afraid that something terrible would happen again, so he hurriedly walked out of the door, wanting to escape from the wooden house.

The cuckoo stopped the door and said, "Don't go, listen to what I say, do you think I am a sick man?"

Ling Zikai saw that her eyes were as clear as a clear spring, and her demeanor was not unusual, so he calmed down slightly, and said, "As long as you have something to say, don't do anything to scare people." ”

The cuckoo remembered what he had just done, and smiled embarrassedly: "Don't worry, even if I have any abnormalities, can't you be a big man and deal with me as a weak woman?"

Feeling that his words were a little too ambiguous, the cuckoo's face couldn't help but blush, and he quickly said, "Have you heard of the Durenk clan?"

Ling Zikai nodded, knowing that it was an ethnic minority in the northern region, living on hunting, with a small population and almost on the verge of extinction.

"I am a Durenque. ”

After regaining his calm, Du Juan said slowly: "Our ancestors have lived in the Xing'an Mountains for generations, and we are known as 'people in the mountains'. No matter how many years of torture we have passed, the baptism of war cannot let us leave. These thousands of miles of mountains are our homeland, because here, there are great ancestral gods who take care of us all the time, drive away darkness, cold, hunger, pain, and sorrow, and bring us light, warmth, wisdom, and strength!"

"Whenever the homeland is invaded by demons, the all-powerful ancestral god sends messengers to save his people. This messenger is the guardian of the mountain, the Venerable Shaman, who has a soul bestowed by the ancestral gods, and is the embodiment of wisdom and strength. ”

"My ancestor was a shaman. Before he died, he left us a token of the ancestral god, which is said to be a bone left over from the ancestral god, which contains the soul of the ancestral god. My ancestor asked us to find a new owner of the token on his behalf. The ancestor said that if the new owner appears in front of the token, the token will be abnormal. ”

And when that person touches the token, the token disappears, and the person who touches the token becomes a new generation of shamans. Because he is the chosen messenger of the ancestral gods, the ancestral gods will summon him and give him soul, wisdom and strength. And that man will guard us over the calamity!"

"That token has been passed down to the present day as a sacred relic among our Durenk clan, but no one has ever been able to become a new generation of shamans. ”

"So, now? Do you mean to say that I have the potential to become a new generation of shamans!"

Ling Zikai felt that the other party was telling a bizarre mythological story just now, which was very ridiculous, so he said it in a mocking tone.

"That's right, when I saw you, there was something unusual about the token. I've tried several times, and each time after leaving you, the token doesn't move, and when I get close to you, the token is abnormal. From this, it can be concluded that you are the new owner of the token!

"What are you kidding!"

"I don't allow you to talk like this, that's an insult to the ancestral god!"

The cuckoo's face was a little angry: "Moreover, just last night, after I put the token on your chest, the token disappeared!"

"What tokens, what did you do to me last night?"

Ling Zikai felt a little scared, he shouldn't have been poisoned by something like that!

"Don't worry, I just want to test it with a token to see if you have a relationship with the ancestral god, but I didn't expect you to really be chosen, and you were summoned by the ancestral god. ”

"It was a dream I had!"

Ling Zikai defended that he didn't want to entangle with this woman anymore: "You get out of the way, I'm leaving, I'm going back to Jiangnan Province!"

"No, you can't go, you're already a shaman, and as a guardian, you can't leave this thousand miles of mountains. Otherwise, even if you reach the ends of the earth, I, and my people, will get you back!"

Ling Zikai felt a little headache and didn't know what to do

to make this woman give up that ridiculous idea.

Looking at her resolute face, if she didn't agree, maybe she would chase after her when she returned to Jiangnan Province.

How should this trouble be solved? Ling Zikai said helplessly:

"Okay, since you keep saying that I am a new generation of shamans, and the ancestral gods have given me souls and powers, then let me see what kind of power this is!

"You come with me!"

As he spoke, the cuckoo walked out of the hut and down a ridge to the top of a hill. Ling Zikai didn't believe that the other party could find something to prove himself, so he followed.

I walked more than a mile of mountain road.

The cuckoo took him to a birch tree. The birch tree did not know that it had grown for hundreds of years, and it was more than 30 meters high and more than 2 meters in diameter, standing proudly in the forest, like the king of trees.

The cuckoo went under the tree and bowed three times to the king of the birch trees. Seeing Ling Zikai standing behind him, he didn't mean to worship, and couldn't help but be a little confused: "No matter what you think in your heart, when you walk into the mountain, you must respect the rules of the mountain." ”

Ling Zikai's hometown of Ouzhou is close to the sea, and when he was a child, he often saw fishermen worshipping the sea god before going out to sea. The so-called following the local customs, this birch tree is probably also the god in the hearts of the mountain people.

Ling Zikai did not refuse when he heard this, and bowed to the birch tree three times.

The cuckoo walked up to the birch tree and said to Ling Zikai, "Come here, press your hands on this trunk!"

Ling Zikai didn't know what she meant by letting her do this, so he stepped forward and pressed his hands on the tree.

I saw the cuckoo put his hands together, caressed his forehead, and began to sing in his mouth. It was so fast that I couldn't make out what she was singing, it sounded like a spell.

Just when Ling Zikai was wondering, a bizarre thing happened.

I saw that the bark of the birch tree seemed to be constantly peeled off by an invisible hand, turned over piece by piece, and fell on Ling Zikai's hand, and then turned into powder and disappeared to the ground.

Ling Zikai only felt a cool energy coming from his arm, spreading everywhere in his body, and the whole person was soaked in an indescribable sense of comfort.

"What's going on?"

Ling Zikai was stunned by the scene in front of him.

"This is the power that the ancestral gods have given you!"

The cuckoo stopped singing, the birch tree stopped shedding its bark, and the magical energy that had been transmitted into Ling Zikai's body was gone.

"How do you know this is the power of the ancestral god? Can you feel this energy?"

The cuckoo shook his head: "According to the records of the ancestors, there are some ancient things in the mountains that are the incarnation of the ancestral gods, the spirits of all things!

"As the guardian of the mountain, every shaman is able to discover the existence of these spirits and has the power to absorb their power!"

"How do you know that this birch tree is an elf?"

"Because in this forest, this birch tree is the oldest, and if it weren't for the elves, it wouldn't be the king of trees in this forest!"

"Of course, it's not just the birch tree, anything in the mountains can become an elf, and you need to take your time to find it later!"

"Now you should admit that you are a shaman!"

Ling Zikai was a little speechless. Although what just happened was incredible, after all, it was what he witnessed and felt with his own eyes, which made it difficult for him to deny.

"You can't be a real shaman yet, because you can't use these energies yet. ”

"How can I use it?" Ling Zikai asked curiously.

"Because you haven't gotten the legacy of the previous shaman!"

"How can I get it?"

"It's very simple, the inheritance of this shaman of the previous generation is here, as long as you swear in the face of this mountain, you promise to be a real shaman, and guard this thousand miles of mountain forever, I can pass it on to you now. ”

Ling Zikai felt like a little rabbit tempted by a carrot, knowing that there were many uncertain factors ahead, but he still walked over step by step.

This temptation was hard for him to extricate himself from!