Look at the two old men again, hurriedly poured the eight copper basins and the charcoal in the middle with gasoline, and then lit them one by one, and then took out a package from the house, and after opening it, it was full of some animal corpses, as soon as the bag was opened, a foul smell wafted out, and the two hurriedly threw these bloody corpses onto the firewood rack in the middle, and the small hooks that were left were just hanging a bloody corpse.

"Okay, you all stand back, let the old fairy and I open the altar. Seeing that all the preparations were complete, the old shaman's voice suddenly became louder, and then the momentum of the whole person instantly rose, Li Wang and the others hurriedly retreated, retreated under the eaves with Xiao Yunluo, and handed over the entire courtyard to the old shaman.

At this time, in the courtyard, the flames of the eight pots of coals and the big bonfire in the middle were already in full swing, and I saw the old shaman slowly walking towards the big bonfire in the middle step by step, and while walking, he whispered something in his mouth, the voice was very low and made it difficult to hear, and every step he took, the bell rang chaotically.

With the pace out, the momentum of the whole person is getting more and more, when walking to the middle of the bonfire, the momentum of the whole body is bulging, coupled with the heat of the bonfire, the whole person's big feather was actually drummed up, and at the same time the pheasant feather on the head is shaking wildly, and the bells up and down the body are ringing, which looks so majestic.

It was only now that the old shaman's voice gradually became louder, and the few people next to him gradually heard the sound coming from his mouth, but maybe it was Oroqen or an ancient mantra, and none of them could understand a word.

The voice in the old shaman's mouth is extremely strange, as the sound gets louder and louder, from time to time there is a humming sound similar to a bagpipe, if Li Yunluo hears it a few years later, he can hear it instantly, this is the sound of "Humai" commonly used by Mongolians on TV.

And now the old shaman used this humming sound from time to time to make syllables, and then a series of syllables were quickly spit out, and as the sound became higher and higher, it was even occasionally mixed with female voices, and the indistinguishable voices of men and women plus the buzzing sound of bagpipes made the whole atmosphere very strange.

Suddenly, the old shaman's voice slammed, and at the same time, his body trembled violently as if he was twitching, and the careful Li Yunluo found that the old shaman at this time was foaming at the mouth, his eyes were rolled up, and he could only see the whites of his eyes in the entire eye socket and could not see the black eyes.

Immediately afterwards, with the old shaman's trembling, a strange sound came out of his mouth again, and this time, not only the sound in his mouth, the old shaman began to slowly beat the Wenwang drum in his left hand, and the whip tip of his right hand shook, and the whip tip and the drum surface were separated, but the drum sound "dong dong" was very loud and harsh, and the thin sound pierced people's hearts.

As the drum sounded, the old shaman trembled and slowly raised one foot, then fell and lifted the other, and slowly began to jump with the drum, the old man in the field at this time, his body twitched, but he still jumped with the drum, and the posture seemed extremely incongruous, and with the jump, the bell on his body shook, and followed by the drum and the humming incantation in his mouth intertwined an extremely strange music.

I saw the old shaman constantly beating and spinning in the courtyard, this strange and uncoordinated movement and music cooperated, and after watching it for a while, it made people feel addicted from the heart, as if it had the function of absorbing consciousness.

"This is the shamanic dance of our ancestors, and it is truly spectacular. Seeing the situation in the arena at this moment, Li Yunluo couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Look at the old shaman again, at this moment while jumping and spinning, while beating the drum and chanting the mantra, the figure slowly moved to the periphery, slowly jumped to one of the copper basins, with the action of the big sleeve waved to the copper basin, a dull sound came out, and then casually threw another piece of spirit stone into the basin, the flame in the copper basin for some reason instantly rose by three points, and then several people felt that a gust of wind blew in the courtyard, so that the backs of the three people couldn't help but feel a burst of coolness.

The old shaman shook it next to one copper basin and then jumped to another, and Li Yunluo, who was observing carefully, found that a small rhinoceros head imprint appeared on the copper basin that the old shaman's big sleeve brushed just now. The huge horns are obvious.

The old shaman continued to dance, and every time he went to a copper basin, he would use his big sleeve to pull the copper basin, and then the flames in the basin would rise by three points, and at the same time, the eight copper basins were printed with the heads of rhinos, tigers, leopards, eagles, apes, elephants, snakes, and bears, each of which was so lifelike, and the whole process had lasted for several hours.

At this time, the old shaman slowly jumped to the huge bonfire in the middle, and gradually stopped jumping, his body also stopped trembling, and the voice in his mouth gradually became quieter. The whole person bowed his head and lowered his hands, and stood quietly in front of the campfire.

At this time, the silence in the courtyard was terrifying, and after three or two minutes, the three of them saw that the old shaman did not move, and thought to themselves, "Is it over?" but did not dare to make any sound, if the other party did not finish, if they were disturbed casually at this time, who knew what would happen.

Just when the three of them looked at each other and looked at the old shaman at a loss, suddenly the old shaman suddenly raised his head, his mouth opened wide, and an extremely sad cry came out of his mouth.

"Whew!!"

With the sound of the old fairy's howl, from the huge bonfire in front of him, the screams of several animals suddenly came out, and then the large pile of bonfires in the courtyard suddenly soared, and the flames went straight to the sky, and the height of four or five meters must be four or five meters, and in this flame, there was a faint trace of blue flames like liquefied gas furnaces.

At the same time, although there were a few piles of flames in the courtyard, the whole courtyard was not hot, but extremely cold, just at the moment when the old shaman howled and the bonfire in the middle soared, this cold breath instantly reached its peak, so that several people under the eaves couldn't help but shiver, and a sense of fear and powerlessness was generated from the heart.

"Medium!" Seeing this scene, Li Yunluo's heart suddenly shook, and in an instant, he thought of the problem that he had been thinking about but couldn't solve, that is, how ordinary mortals could communicate with the energy of heaven and earth.

Li Yunluo has been thinking hard about a question, with the help of Ye Lingyan, his divine consciousness is separated from his body and feels the natural energy between heaven and earth, in which Ye Lingyan has always acted as an antenna, and without Ye Lingyan's antenna, he has never been able to rely on his own ability to detach his divine sense.

Some time ago, Li Yunluo was seriously ill, and when his body was weak, he could once again detach his senses, and then he heard his grandfather tell me that the strength above the middle ninja can use natural energy with its own ability, so naturally there is a question, Ye Lingyan's senior brother said that the mortal body is not compatible with the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, so how do these middle ninjas use natural energy?

Li Yunluo had imagined that this ninja might have some strange props or tattoos on his body, similar to runes to use as an antenna receiver, but he never got a definite answer, until today, seeing the whole process of the old shaman's shaman dancing to invite the gods, the long-standing knot in his heart was suddenly untied.

From the initial dress, to the movements, postures, ritual instruments, syllables in the mouth, beating rhythms and sounds, as well as the orientation of these props and the gathering beads, etc., this series of means are integrated to form a medium for shamanism to communicate with heaven and earth and nature in the mortal body.

This series of processes, a little more is not enough, a little less is not enough, every detail has its unique role, the whole set of processes is a medium, a big "antenna".

Although he had never seen other mediums, Li Yunluo felt that compared to the props inserted on his body and the runes engraved on his body, this set of "antennas" for shamans to invite gods was indeed too cumbersome.

It is indeed very difficult for mortals to obtain the ability to communicate with nature, and shamanism in ancient times was able to figure out such a complex method after countless experiments.

If ordinary people want to communicate naturally have to go through such a complex process, it can explain why the history is so long, but there are very few strange people and strange things in the rivers and lakes.

But if it's just that shamanism communicates in such a complicated way, and other sects may find a simpler way to do it over the course of history, it can explain the decline of shamanism, and that's really self-contained.

But no matter what, the current self can't even reach this level, but experiencing a real ordinary person's natural method of communication does make Li Yunluo feel a sense of sudden enlightenment.

"Oh, I haven't moved for some years since such a big altar old fairy, and it's really hard work, but this god has already locked my old fairy, just waiting for that little devil to come and give them an eye. Although the old shaman was still panting violently at this time, his tone was obviously full of confidence.