After Xiao Fu anchored the boat across the shore, he first pulled a wooden plank from the stern of the boat and put it on the shore, and then jumped ashore first, tying a hemp rope to the wooden stake on the pier.

The wooden door of the cabin slowly opened under the eyes of everyone, and three figures walked out of the cabin. The first person was the first, wearing a black bearskin smock, a colorful feather crown on his head, a red fanged mask on his face, countless unknown chain beads hanging on his body, a milky white drumstick in his left hand, and a donkey skin thunder drum in his right hand.

Everyone could see at a glance that this outfit was the exclusive sacrificial robe of the Great Shaman of the Three Roads of Youbei.

Behind the Great Shaman is a tall and well-proportioned figure, wearing a red bearskin cover, a staghorn crown, and a mask with green fangs; On his left wrist he wears a bronze rattle, and in his right hand he holds a string of five-colored stone beads, and in the string there is a mysterious gem the size of a pigeon's egg and a dark body.

The last person was a middle-aged man, who was extremely ordinary compared to the two in front of him. He was dressed in a black suit, with a waist knife diagonally across his waist. I don't know if the clothes are a little too small, the man's muscles are high and bulging, and the outline of the lines is visible to the naked eye. You don't have to fight to see that this person must be a skilled martial arts practitioner.

Shen Gui, who breathed a sigh of relief, took everyone to retreat from the altar at this time, hugged their arms one after another, and prepared to look lively.

The two shamans stood at the foot of the altar steps, while the man with the knife behind him took two steps and jumped onto the altar, which was a man tall. Gripping the middle of the scabbard on his right hand, he tilted his head and stared at Bag:

"What are you doing?"

As soon as this anti-guest sentence came out, the other party was stunned.

Bag today can be described as "going down the mine on crutches - one step at a time", except for drinking an extra half bowl of rice soup in the morning, nothing went well. At present, he is just about to open a ceremony to worship his ancestors, and the main lord has appeared, and he is about to stir up the scene......

And his assistant, the great protector He Wendao, has now gone home to scratch the itch; The assistant on the other side is not a fuel-efficient lamp just from the outside. The two armies faced each other, and the vanguard of the other side rushed directly to their own position, how could this battle be fought? It's just that judging from the scene, he has already been defeated.

Now that Ba Ge is a hundred years old, he has been troubled by Shen Gui for so long, and he is already very tired. But at present, there are new changes, so I have to cheer up and say in a tone of voice:

"I am the Great Shaman ...... of the Three Roads of Youbei"

"His name is Bagh, the original Great Elder, and now he wants to usurp the throne!"

With Sun Baizhi's fiery temper, it was impossible for Ba Ge to slowly gain momentum, and as soon as his joking words came out, he immediately smashed the little momentum that Ba Ge had accumulated with all his life. Coupled with the laughter of the surrounding people, the crowded Bag had the heart to die on the altar.

"You go down first and wait. After the Great Shaman has performed the ancestral worship ceremony, he will perform your burlesque. ”

The middle-aged samurai pushed Bag's body with his scabbard, and although he didn't use much force, Bag was already in his last years after all. "Plop" and lay down on the altar.

Now Ba Ge is completely angry!

He was originally a great elder of shamanism, and he was respected by people in the religion for generations. At the moment, he only wants to reorganize the shamanism and remove an incompetent great shaman, and he has no selfish motives. He really couldn't understand that at the beginning of the planning, whether it was Emperor Xuande Yan Hunt, or Prime Minister Li Deng, or even other shamans near Fengjing, they all approved of their plans with both hands. But why is it going this way?

"Yan Fujiu! Could it be that you are too white guards are all wooden stakes? Right now, someone is disturbing the ancestor worship ceremony and beating the shaman, but you are sleeping on the side? How will you explain to Your Majesty when you go back? ”

The more Ba Ge shouted, the more aggrieved he became, he was so old and from a noble background, and now he was humiliated by this, so he could only burn his anger on Yan Fujiu, a guy who couldn't do anything.

Yan Fujiu, who had been pretending to be asleep, yawned when he heard Bage's words and said:

"Ha~ Didn't you tell Your Majesty a thousand times that the imperial court should not interfere in your shamanic affairs? These people are wearing sacrificial robes, and I can't do anything about it. ”

"What about them!" The angry Bagge stretched out his hand and pointed at Shen Gui and his party: "They are all white dings, disturbing the ancestor worship ceremony first, and being rude to the shaman last, their crimes should be punished!" ”

Yan Fujiu immediately laughed when he heard this, changed his laziness just now, stood up and pointed at those people and said to Bage:

"You want to be a great shaman, are you crazy? You're seconded to Taibaiwei! Tai Baiwei turned out to be Shen Gui's private soldiers, and you want me to command them to kill the old master? I can't do such stupid things, if you are not convinced, go and beg them yourself. ”

The Tai Bai Wei who were present also looked at the shaman who was in chaos as if they were fools.

After being sneered at by Yan Fujiu, Bage's face turned red, his mouth wide open, and he kept emitting meaningless scales. The more anxious he was, the more speechless he became. At this moment, a breeze blew, and the old gray-haired Bagh was stunned, and he lay straight down on the altar.

It was Sun Baizhi in Langzhong, who reflexively took three steps and made two steps, and jumped directly onto the altar. He looked at Bag's wide eyes and the corners of his mouth twitching, first reached out and took out a square handkerchief and folded it into a roll, then carefully wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth, and then put the handkerchief roll between Bag's teeth. After a while, he came back and said:

"The fire is attacking the heart, and the wind is cold, it seems that the wind evil has entered the body. But at his current age, I'm afraid it's not optimistic. ”

When the man with the sword saw him come to his rescue, he said:

"Take him away first, it's a big deal to worship the ancestors."

Sun Baizhi frowned when she heard this:

"Human life matters. At the moment, he is a wind evil in his body, so he can only lift it, not hold it. ”

The man frowned, and said strangely:

"Didn't you just go-for-tat?"

"Before that, I was Sun Baizhi who was against Bagh; Now, there's just one doctor. ”

Hearing this, the saber man nodded:

"Okay, I'll give you some more time."

Sun Baizhi hurriedly ran down the altar and whispered a few words to Shen Gui, and Shen Gui also nodded again and again. Then the crowd ran to the crowd of onlookers, bought or borrowed, and took back the coat and garment. And they were under this altar, and they were clothed into cloth and covered with a covering, and they covered the body of Baq. After preparing to stop, everyone carefully carried the wind evil into the body, and walked towards Fengjing City under the leadership of Sun Baizhi.

Shen Gui looked at the people in the distance, and his heartache swelled up in the mixed tastes, and finally turned into a long sigh.

At this time, on the altar, the two shamans had already begun the ancestor worship ceremony. The ritual process was the same as in previous years, and there was nothing special about it. After the sacrifice was over, the onlookers also received some sacrifices, and then scattered with each other's ears. The so-called offering to the gods and paying tribute to the people to eat, this sacrifice to each family, represents the blessing of the shaman's prayer. This is also a tradition that has been passed down from generation to generation.

At present, outside the south gate outside Fengjing City, the calm of the past has been restored. The hexagonal altar is gilded with a layer of golden light under the light of a setting sun, soft and warm.

Shen Gui ran forward in a few steps and hugged the big shaman:

"Old lady, why are you here so late! …… You...... Who are you? ”

Shen Guiyi hugged him, and he felt different. This person dressed as a great shaman is plumper than Lin Siwei in his memory, and his body is also half a head taller, and the most important thing is that the taste is wrong! In his memory, Lin Siwei's body is perennially filled with a strong smell of medicine; But on the person in front of him, in addition to the fishy smell on Xiao Fu's fishing boat, there was also a faint unique fragrance that Shen Gui was familiar with. Moreover, the source of this fragrance is very special - it is called perfume.

"Hehe, when I was a child, I looked like a bird that had just broken out of its shell. Now in the blink of an eye, he has grown into a handsome teenager. ”

When Shen Gui heard this familiar voice, he couldn't help but be shocked and said:

"Qi Lingyan!"