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At this time, there was a sudden commotion in the yurt not far from everyone, and many Mongolians who were singing and drinking stopped and hula and surrounded them all at once, and Wang Xuanzhen and Tang Wenyi, who were originally pulling skins, were also attracted to their eyes.

From a yurt in the middle of the tribe, an old man who could not even be seen was hobbled out, dressed in typical Mongolian costume, but the only difference was that he had a cane made of animal bones in his hand, a white bone chain hanging from his neck, and the wrinkles on his face were almost piled together.

The old man walked out of the yurt and was surrounded by the rest of the tribe, who bowed their heads respectfully, and then slowly sang an obscure tune around him, which sounded less like a song and more like rap in modern music.

"That's the shaman's prayer language, the people in the tribe surround the old man and pray for him, simply put, I hope that the old man will live a long life and be in good health" Tang Wenyi looked up at the old man and said: "He is the most respected shaman in the local area, and he is very prestigious in dozens of surrounding tribes, and is worshiped as a god by these nomads."

Wang Xuanzhen also continued: "Shamanic shamans are good at divination, prayer, and can transcend the soul of the dead, so in the Mongolian tribe, shamans are very respected, sometimes they are sick and basically do not choose to go to the doctor, but will let the shaman pray for blessings"

The old man was surrounded by the chanting crowd, and then suddenly raised the bone stick in his hand, and then looked up at the sky, hoarse, and spit out a series of words similar to incantations in his mouth, and then he prostrate on the ground and kissed the grassland under his feet, and the Mongols around him also quickly knelt on the ground, their faces and eyes looked a little frightened and helpless, and the obscure tone in his mouth became denser and faster and faster, and finally it was quite a bit earth-shattering. The latest and fastest updates

The old man who knelt on the ground straightened up and pointed at the two Mongolian khans beside him with a bone stick, as if to say something, the two suddenly stood up and walked to the sheepfold outside the yurt to take out a sheep, and then slaughtered it quite quickly, and a few people took out the incense burner and tribute from the yurt and put it on the ground, and after a while, a dozen or so Mongolians wrapped around the waist drum jumped up in a circle around the sheep and tribute while beating the drum.

"What do they seem to be praying for?" Professor Zhao asked in amazement.

Tang Wenyi nodded and said, "I'm praying for the forgiveness of the gods······ The shaman said that soon there would be people in the steppe who would be punished and die, and he prayed that the gods would not punish these nomads."

Cao Qingdao said happily: "It's strange if you don't die, the grasslands are all Mongolians, who will die if they don't die?"

Xiao Quanyou coughed dryly and said, "Isn't there still us?"

"My grass, have you ever opened your mouth? Don't be foolish," Cao Qingdao said indignantly.

Xiang Que leaned over to Wang Xuanzhen with a cigarette in his mouth, pulled his shoulders and whispered, "Is there any way to get rid of the archaeological team?" ”

"Huh?" Wang Xuanzhen glanced at Tang Wenyi, who was still looking at the shaman, and said, "Xiang Qian, what's wrong?" Got a little eyebrow? ”

Xiang Que hummed but didn't say anything in detail, just told Wang Xuanzhen to find a way not to let Professor Zhao's group follow them.

The desolate song of the Mongolian nomads has been resounding over the grassland, several goshawk vultures hovering in the dark night sky for a long time and refusing to leave, and a few wolf howls suddenly sounded in the distance of the yurt, at this time a cool breeze suddenly blew on the grassland, and the flames in the blowing fire suddenly seemed to be extinguished.

Not long after, the shaman stopped worshipping and got up and returned to the yurt, and the Mongolian nomads began to pack up their things and prepare to go back to rest, Professor Zhao and the archaeological team were arranged in two yurts, and Xiang Que and Wang Xuanzhen lived together.

At twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, it was the brightest moment in the sky, Xiang Que pulled Wang Xuanzhen out of the yurt quietly, and tiptoed to a place where no one was.

As Tang Wenyi said before, when the parchment recorded the basis for the shaman to choose a secret hiding point for the emperor of the Yuan Dynasty, he noticed that the twenty-eight stars in the sky were extremely clear at the moment he looked up at the sky, and vaguely felt that what the parchment recorded was true.

The 28 Nakshatras are also known as the Four Elephants, the Four Beasts, the Four Dimensions, and the Four Directions, and each group has seven Nakshatras, with a total of 28 stars.

The twenty-eight Nakshatras start from the corner and are arranged from west to east, in the same direction as the sun and the moon.

Among them, the 28 stars and four images in the main east are the seven oriental houses, the seven oriental houses are like the dragon flying in the night sky at the beginning of spring and summer, so it is called the Dongguan Canglong, which is composed of the seven stars of Jiaosu, Kangsu, Disu, Fangsu, Xinsu, Tail and Keisu.

Kublai Khan's tomb is determined to be the east of the steppe, which is where the head of the Seven Oriental Dragons is located, and the head of the dragon head is the Pleiades, like the horns of the dragon.

"We can ride horses, we'll get over with two horses, and we'll be back before dawn."

"Grass, if we are caught by the, we will become horse thieves, this crime is almost the same as burglary in Mongolia, and we will not be thrown into prison, but our legs will definitely be broken"

After Wang Xuanzhen muttered a few words, he took out two horses from the horse pen and handed them to Xiang Que, and the two jumped on their horses and hurried towards the east in the night.

After more than an hour, the two horses came to a place not far from the area where they had been driving before, a dry ditch, which had been dry for many years, and the ground was full of weathered river sand, with only a few wild grasses hanging down, and the rest of the ground was bare.

"We haven't been here before, this place really doesn't look like a feng shui treasure" Wang Xuanzhen turned his head blankly and looked around, the vicinity of this dry river ditch was too desolate.

Wang Xuanzhen took out a pair of maps and said: "I made this map from the military region, and it is not at all a grade compared with the civilian map, and I also got a record of the geological changes of the grassland in the last few hundred years from the archives of the military region."

"You see, there was a river here more than a thousand years ago, although the river is not very big, but it also runs through the entire grassland, I don't know why the river suddenly dried up one day, and there is no desertification here, the river water will not dry up casually, I guess it may have penetrated into the ground, what year did Kublai Khan die? The time for the river to disappear seems to be about the same as the time for him to die," Xiang Que grabbed a handful of dry sand, rubbed it with his hand, and asked, "Is there a shovel to dig deeper, let's see?"

"There must be, the necessary tools for Captain Jin," Wang Xuanzhen untied his bag from his horse, took out a Luoyang shovel, and began to dig in the middle of the dry river ditch.

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It wasn't until he dug half a meter deep that he shoveled out the mud and sniffed it in front of his nose: "It's wet, there's water down there."

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