Aren't the Mongols Tibetan Buddhists? What a great lama or something!

Ding Yi has been in this era for a long time, and it is not that he didn't understand the mistake of how much rice to buy for one or two pieces of silver. The Mongols believe in Lamaism, which is not only a symbolic symbol such as the Golden Wheel in martial arts novels, but also Ding Yi in the history books remembers that the most powerful Tongtian shaman was killed by Genghis Khan, and then in the period of Kublai Khan, the great lama Ba Si Pa became the emperor.

Even Ding Yi vaguely remembered that it was said that this Pasipa was still one of the previous lives of the Dalai Lama.

How do you come out with a shaman?

In fact, there was a period in between, that is, after Meng Yuan was expelled from the Central Plains, Buddhism began to weaken, and shamans recovered. Male shamans are called Bo, while female shamans are called Wu Dugan. In fact, even when Tibetan Buddhism was strong, the upper class promoted Buddhism by administrative order, but there were not a few lower-class herdsmen who still believed in shamanism.

For example, it is not uncommon to pass by the shaman's mourning hall on the top of the mountain - yes, it is the Ao Bao of "Ao Bao Rendezvous" - to kowtow. Even the lama nobleman Zuihou had to change his mind and put Tibetan scripture flags on the original shaman's Ao Bao, cancel the blood sacrifice, and use vegetarian offerings instead. Gaddas himself said the name Wudugan, which means the female shaman. But people who are not dedicated to studying history, generally speaking, do not know that this joint is normal.

It is not surprising that Ding Yi was unaware of the resurgence of shamanism in this period.

And when facing this female shaman, Ding Yi also controlled his emotions: "Do you want to see me? ”

"Nope! I don't want to see you! Wu Dugan, who looked to be about thirty years old, suddenly screamed, and then she danced wildly, what seemed to be something like a war dance, she pointed at Ding Yi, muttering something very remote that he didn't understand, or she was just babbling like a sick person.

Ding Yi smiled. He didn't panic, in the time of maintaining stability, he had seen too many hypothetical patients, and there were also people who claimed to be gods and descended from earth, and they were about to do it with the witch in front of him, and they also had to fight, I am afraid that believers may not be less than this witch. Ding Yi waved his hand at Gadasi and motioned for him to go out: "I'll talk to Wu Dugan." Gaddas didn't expect that Wu Dugan would take the initiative to clash with Ding, and he suppressed the excitement in his heart. Bow your head and get out of the yurt.

Gaddas is not worried that Ding Yi will not be good for Wudu, and the shamans of the past generations have been extremely powerful existences. The Secret History of the Mongols records that the shaman of Tongtian came out naked in the cold weather, and sat in the middle of the glacier. Water vapor floated above his head.

And in the yurt, Wu Dugan was yelling sharply: "I have nothing to talk to you about!" I don't care about you! You weishenme don't go to hell! You shouldn't exist in this world! She danced like that. It shook like a sheep. Ding Yi shrugged his shoulders, took out a handful of tea leaves from his backpack, tore a corner of paper from the eight-strand model paper, rolled it up, lit it with a fire sickle, and enjoyed Wu Dugan's performance.

In fact, he is not as calm as he seems on the outside. From coming to the Ming Dynasty to the present, he felt panic for the first time.

Because this Wu Dugan said, "You don't go to hell!" You shouldn't exist in this world! This is infinitely closer to the truth of his seizure. It was because of the panic that he rolled up a cigarette roll of tea to calm himself down. He didn't know that the weishenme other party would say that. Dan Ding Yi didn't intend to understand what the other party weishenme said.

Maybe she's just talking nonsense;

Maybe she really has the ability to see through the truth.

But none of Ding Yiyi cares.

What is it to fool her? Or kill her?

That's what Ding Yi has to think about.

A third of the cigarette rolled from the tea leaves burned, and Ding Yi finally spoke: "You don't remember me?" ”

This nonsensical question made Wu Du stunned for a moment, interrupting her passionate spell and aggressive dance.

"I remember you." Ding Yi smoked a tea cigarette, looked at the female shaman in front of him, and said slowly, "You don't remember?" You came before me, and on the night you were born, there was a falling star that crossed the grassland, and I came to see you when I came down from heaven. ”

Didn't the shaman consider himself a messenger from heaven? Ding Yi gave her a whole one that we came from heaven together.

This is called pure nonsense, if this female shaman is born during the day, then there is always night, "the night of birth" makes sense; If it is born at night, it is not to mention it. As for whether there will be a shooting star across the grassland? Who remembers...... This is completely nonsense that is not afraid of being exposed.

She was stunned, no one had ever spoken to her like that.

"This tribe will be called 'Duyin' or 'Ding' in the future." Ding Yi threw down the cigarette butt, stood up and said to her, "I just came to this tribe, I didn't see you. I thought I was misremembering and going to look for it again, well, it's good now, we're together again. Then he nodded at the female shaman and walked out of the yurt, because he was about to vomit, not only because he was disgusted by himself, but also because the female shaman's yurt had all kinds of strange and disgusting smells.

“zhanzhu。” The voice of the female shaman sounded behind him.

She came out, a head shorter than Ding Yi, about five feet three inches, without the antlered hat or the bronze bird's staff. In the sun, Ding Yi saw the appearance of this Wu Dugan for the first time, her right cheek was tattooed with all kinds of tattoos, probably because of those tattoos, she looked extremely hideous; And without any tattoos, you can't talk about being beautiful, but the face lines and eyebrows are very soft, and you can feel very close without openings.

It looks like the embodiment of two very different personalities.

"Do you think you can fool me? The dead who walk among the living. She used the tattooed half of her face to face Ding Yi, even in the sun, it was hairy. She said as she shook off the robe on her body, a dark axe was held in her hand, her thick hand was held on the handle of the axe, Ding Yi couldn't help but look at it with a tightened eye, she circled the handle of the axe with her index finger and thumb, and the other three fingers were all virtual grips, so that she had extremely control over the flexibility and strength of the axe; And the axe is not too big to make the attack sluggish, nor too small to make the attack power insufficient, she should be a blade specially selected according to her physical condition, this is definitely a master, a master with an axe.

Ding Yi heard the sound of footsteps again, and he looked out of the corner of his eye, but saw at least seven or eight strong men whom he had not seen in the tribe before, and they appeared around this yurt with long knives, they were naked or wearing a clothing similar to a vest, their muscles were coiled, and the lower plate was steady, faintly blocking Ding Yi's route to leave.

Killing, Ding Yi didn't find it difficult;

If he wants to kill these seven or eight people, he doesn't think it's a problem.

But he was not sure that he would kill these seven or eight people head-on.

These people are not simple, their body is not good-looking, their shoulders are broad and inward, and their waist is definitely not the inverted triangle of bodybuilding hundreds of years later, but extremely thick muscles, and their feet do not seem to be on the ground, but they stand very firmly, it can be seen that they are strong but not clumsy, and their mastery and transformation of the center of gravity have reached a very clever point.

It's one against two, and Ding Yi has no chance of winning, let alone one against eight.

Suddenly, Ding Yi also figured out one thing, a person of Badama's status would stay in this small tribe and give the horse bandits a chance to attack. Because of the existence of this shaman and these masters in this tribe, Badama felt that he could protect his own safety, so he stopped. Something happened, the shaman left temporarily with these masters, and the horse bandits seized the opportunity.

No tribe can rely on nothing, and in the grassland, which is basically the law of the jungle, it has grown to the scale of two or three thousand people.

Ding Yi immediately gave up the idea of moving his hand to the hilt of the knife, shook his head and smiled, simply sat down on the ground outside the yurt, patted the grass beside him, and said to the female shaman: "It seems that you have forgotten everything, you sit down, I will tell you." He beckoned to the masters, "Come here, there are some things you should know." ”

The female shaman looked at Ding Yi coldly, but heard Ding Yi say flatly: "When you were above, you were not called Wu Dugan, but Valkyria, wearing shining armor, flying in the sky on a horse, collecting the heroic spirits of fallen warriors for the heavens, preparing to fight against demons in the twilight of the gods...... Norse mythology, which was tampered with beyond recognition by Ding Yi, began to poison the female shaman and her followers.

In the middle of the day, those followers were still on alert, still blocking any direction that Ding Yi could escape, but some people couldn't help but ask Ding Yi: "What about us?" When we die, will we also enter Valhalla? ”

"I don't know, you didn't come down from above, only the most heroic warriors who died in battle can enter Valhalla."

"Don't believe him!" The female shaman finally spoke, and what surprised Ding Yi was that she actually used the official dialect of the Ming Dynasty, "Do you think that we are all barbarians and easy to deceive?" I admit that your story is better than I have ever heard, and all the words are so brilliant that I want to believe them. It was even more shocking than the black axe she pulled out of her coat, and in fact the shaman was definitely not a tribal dancer, nor was he just a hypothetist or a psychiatrist, or a psychiatrist, or a herbalist.

The shaman claims to be the intermediary between heaven and man, the messenger of heaven, reporting to the heavens the actions and prayers of the heavens, and conveying the will of the heavens to the heavens. They have to guide the direction of the tribe's development, they have to respond to emergencies, and they are no better than fortune tellers, who can say things like "the father dies before the mother". Once the shaman makes a mistake, the tribe will often suffer a lot of losses, and after a few times, there is no chance to make a mistake - the tribe is destroyed, the leader and the shaman are almost immune, the herdsman has become a slave of the conqueror's tribe, how can there be a chance for him to make a mistake again? (To be continued......)