A long neighing sound of horses sounded from outside the Khan's court, Shibi Khan walked out of the palace quickly, Li Mi followed out slowly, and Du Bi took the lead, hundreds of tribal leaders followed behind, out of the palace, everyone only felt that the eyes were suddenly bright, the sun was shining, and outside the palace door, a pile of stones was piled up, on which a golden wolf's head flag was inserted, symbolizing the supreme glory of the Turkic Khan.

A tall horse with a snow-white body and no miscellaneous hair was led at the door, dozens of shamans wearing clothes made of feathers glued and with oil paint on their faces, dancing around the stone pile, and the head of a man with white hair, the oil paint on his face could not cover the knife marks and wrinkles on his face, it looked like the great shaman of the whole Turkic, with his back bent, holding a cowhide drum in his hand, leading the white horse, trembling in front of Shibi Khan, and said: "Great Khan, please get on the horse!" ”

Shibi Khan nodded solemnly, jumped on the horse, and the group of wizards began to dance wildly around the stone pile, dancing with their hands and feet, and muttering words in their mouths, and some of them took out their knives while jumping, and cut wounds on their faces and bodies, and soon, the entire stone pile was surrounded by a drop of blood.

Shibi Khan sat on the horse, closed his eyes slightly, as if entering a psychic state of communicating with the souls of his ancestors, and without saying a word, Li Mi had asked Pei Shiju, who was familiar with Turkic customs, to teach this ritual after the newly elected Khan of the Turks from Pei Shiju, who was familiar with Turkic customs, and was not strange at this time, gently twisting his goatee, watching the actions of the shamans of Shibi Khan.

After about half an hour of this, the great shaman suddenly let out a strange scream. The twenty or so shamans who were jumping non-stop all retreated at once. All the Turkic tribal leaders and guards knelt down. The five bodies fell to the ground, and their expressions became unusually respectful and solemn.

Shibi Khan gently clamped the white horse between his legs, and the horse, as if spiritual, followed the movements of his master, and slowly walked up and down, slowly circling around the stone pile, and the great shaman had words in his mouth. And in those dim eyes, there was a sparkle at this moment, as if this old and thin body was suddenly infused with a soul from another world, guiding Shibi Khan's horse, circling around the stone pile, as if seeking the blessing and blessing of the ancestors.

Shibi Khan's white horse turned three times to the left and three times to the right around the stone pile, and waited until he passed in front of the great shaman for the sixth time. The wizard suddenly foamed at the mouth as if he were convulsed. Trembling all over, he shouted in Turkic with a loud voice in his mouth: "In the name of the wolf god, Ashina Duji, you must now dismount and accept the will of the wolf god." ”

Shibi Khan jumped off the white horse at once, knelt down against the golden wolf flag, and then Li Mi noticed that the more than twenty shamans who had just retreated, each of them had an extra piece of silk in their hands.

Everyone stepped forward and wrapped silk around Shibi Khan's neck, and the more they wound it, the more they wound it, and soon, more than two dozen pieces of silk were tightly stuck on Shibi Khan's neck.

Gradually, Shibi Khan's entire face was also covered, which made him unable to breathe, and he couldn't breathe, and Li Mi could even see that the corners of his mouth began to foam.

Shibi Khan's entire head and neck were covered with more than twenty strands of silk, and he was helped up by several shamans, and his body was already shaky, barely able to walk.

Shibi Khan's hands instinctively tried to untie the silk that was strangled around his neck and covered his face, but he was pressed by the shamans and wizards, and he couldn't move at all, so he helped him onto the horse.

The great shaman continued to chant the prayer loudly, and the white horse, carrying the crumbling Shibi Khan, began to walk slowly around the stone circle again.

The Turks, who were prostrating themselves on the ground, began to get up and bow again, singing hymns praising the wolf god and blessing the khan in their mouths.

Li Mi frowned, as long as he looked at the Shibi Khan who couldn't even breathe, he felt a chill in his neck for a while, and said secretly: This Turkic Great Khan is really hard, and he has to go through such torture before ascending to the throne, if Yang Guang is replaced, I am afraid that he will be suffocated to death by now, that is, the Turkic people who drink wine and eat meat every day, and their bodies are very good, can withstand such a toss.

After the horse turned around three more times, he passed in front of the great shaman again, and his slightly closed eyes suddenly opened, and there was a burst of divine light in his eyes, and he roared loudly: "Messenger of the wolf god, stop! ”

The white horse, as if psychic, stopped at once, and the Shibi Khan, who was on the horse, suddenly fell from the horse weakly, and dozens of shamans swarmed up and began to untie the silk from his neck on his face, and some of them took a golden basin and sprinkled water on his face.

Li Mi could vaguely see that Shibi Khan's face had turned pale, his eyes were blank, his eyes were protruding, and his tongue had begun to spit out, like those hanged ghosts. If he delays the work of half a pillar of incense, I am afraid that he will really have to see his wolf god.

The Turks believe in ghosts and gods, and this Khan enthronement ceremony is also a kind of communication with the ancestors and the soul of the wolf god, only when this kind of soul is about to go out of the body, it will be considered that the wolf god is possessed, and the gods are blessed, so even if they are suffocated to death in this ceremony, they can only blame themselves for their bad luck and are not worthy of sitting on the position of the Great Khan.

The great shaman walked up to Shibi Khan, looked at Shibi Khan, who had only half a life left, and suddenly shouted: "Almighty wolf god, you can make this person the Great Turkic Khan for a few years!" ”

As if the Khan had lost two of his three souls, he had no reaction at all, and the great shaman sorcerer crouched down and shouted in his ear: "Almighty wolf god, you can make this person the Great Khan of the Turks for a few years!" ”

Shibi Khan's eyes suddenly lit up, as if there was a mysterious and unknowable power supporting his flesh, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and his voice was very small, but in this quiet occasion, everyone could hear it clearly: "Ten years!" ”

The great shaman fell to his knees, raised his hands high to the sky, and shouted at the golden wolf banner: "Thank you, O almighty wolf god, for your revelation, Shibi Khan is destined to stay on the throne for ten years. ”

"O Turkic people, in the past ten years, Shibi Khan has been our supreme master of the steppe, and anyone who violates his orders will definitely be punished by the wolf god!" (To be continued......)