The shamanism practiced by Old Man Dong, the Zhu Youke practiced by Wu Qiusheng, and Zheng Xiaoxian'er's departure from the horse gate all originated from the witch religion in ancient times.

The owner of the horse communicates, with a special singing tune, to communicate with the animals or evil spirits of nature, in order to achieve the purpose of exorcising evil spirits and inviting immortals into the hall, and even with the help of the power of the immortal family, divination and medical treatment, almost omnipotent.

As long as the immortal family has the ability, the disciple will naturally have the ability, and this is all interrelated.

And Wu Qiusheng's Zhu Youke, the history of its Dharma sect is older than that of the Horse Gate, and it can be regarded as something in the orthodoxy of the witch religion.

When this sect was first born, most of the gentlemen of Zhu Youke walked in the world as "doctors", with the help of charms and the power of herbs, to see people, and even divination to help people seek good fortune and avoid evil

But with the passage of time, Zhu Youke's things have become more and more complicated, so that they have developed into today's "miscellaneous subjects".

Seeing a doctor, pushing life, stargazing, looking at water, Kandi, exorcism of evil spirits, suppressing ghosts, inviting gods, etc

From a certain point of view, under the evolution of history, Zhu Youke is indeed moving closer to the Taoist school, which is recognized by everyone in the industry.

Don't think I'm belittling Zhu Youke, the fusion between the Dharma school and the Dharma school is the inevitable result of history.

Taoism has something about Buddhism and something about witchcraft.

The methods of witchcraft are also mixed with Taoist mantras and some general common sense.

So to speak.

In today's China, no Dharma sect dares to claim to be 100% pure, it's just a matter of more purity and less purity.

The two schools of Zhu You and Shaman belong to the kind of high purity, and they are not ordinarily high.

I don't dare to say anything else, at least the essence of the witch cult has been completely inherited by the two sects.

One is to inherit the "curse" and "medicine" of witchcraft.

The other is to inherit the "nature" and "gods" of witchcraft.

The formation used by Old Man Dong dares to say that it is the mountains and rivers of Wuzi praying for the heavens, and it is also because of this that in the eyes of Old Man Dong himself, it is better to say that he is a witch of the Witch Sect than a descendant of the Shamanic Sect.

"Hiss!!!"

With the sound of evil spirits exploding, the handful of tribute incense in Old Man Dong's hand was also firmly inserted into the stone pile.

"Lao Dong, why haven't I heard of your formation." Hu Tiansheng was not too dirty, he sat cross-legged in the muddy water, looked sideways at Old Man Dong, and asked him, "What is the principle of this formation?" ”

"With the help of the power of the immortal family and my own self, we can communicate with the wind, rain, thunder and lightning, mountains, rivers, lakes and seas." Old Man Dong sighed: "It's a pity that there are only mountains here, otherwise, the effectiveness of this battle would have to be a little greater." ”

"Communicate wind and rain, thunder and lightning?" I was stunned, and said in my heart that this old man wouldn't be bragging to us, right?

If he can communicate the wind, rain, thunder and lightning, then Hai Penglai will let the thunder be chopped to death? Will we still be forced to this by this bullshit mountain and river vein?

It seems that not only am I thinking so, but even Huang Baoshan's broken mouth is also thinking so.

Without waiting for Old Man Dong to explain more, he asked: "Old Dong, why don't you communicate with God before?" ”

"I can't communicate." Old Man Dong scratched his head, he didn't feel angry, and said very simply: "This formation is very risky, that's for sure, and I've never used this formation, who knows if it works, not to mention that if you want to communicate with those things, you have to use some special powers."

"Special powers?" Huang Baoshan frowned, then laughed and pointed at himself: "You mean us?" ”

Old Man Dong snorted and said, "It's not just you. ”

As soon as the words fell, Old Man Dong held the crown with his hand, stood in place and twisted his waist, just like those old men and old ladies warm-up exercises before square dancing, how to look at it is unreliable.

"Not just us?" Huang Baoshan frowned and asked, "Who else?" ”

"And this." Old Man Dong replied, raising his finger and pointing at the stone pile, the meaning of which was self-evident.

"Are you going to use the power of the eyes of mountains and rivers?" Hu Tiansheng was a little surprised.

"Well, but it's also a last resort." Old Man Dong's expression was very helpless, and he shook his head: "If there are more immortal families here, and the strength of those immortal families is about the same as yours, then I don't need to use this power." ”

"What the hell do you want to do?" Hu Tiansheng seemed to have put the business behind him, and asked the old man Dong with great interest: "What does the vein eye of the Zhenshan River have to do with wind, rain, thunder and lightning?" ”

"With the help of your strength, with the help of the power of the pulse eye, and with the help of the power of those wind, rain, thunder and lightning, so that you can barely delay the time for the pulse eye to erupt."

"I didn't understand much, but I thought it was pretty awesome." I sighed from the bottom of my heart.

"The awesome is yet to come." Old Man Dong laughed and said: "My witch prays for the mountains and rivers of Tianzhen, but it is no worse than your Cleansing Door to lead the heavens and thunder to the earth." ”

When I heard Mr. Dong say this, I was stunned for a moment, and then asked casually: "If you use this, will you lose your life?" ”

Old Man Dong smiled and didn't speak.

"You get busy first, I'll study the terrain." Without further questioning, I took the nine nails for the formation, stood up, and walked around the stones.

Whether Old Man Dong will lose his life is an inevitable thing, and you can understand it after a little thought.

The formation he used was beyond the scope of God's marking, the power he could use was too huge, and the effect he could create was also terrifying, so damn it!!

Now is not the time to think about this, let's get past the current hurdle first.

Just when I was walking around the mountains and rivers, Old Man Dong seemed to have everything ready, raised the divine drum in his hand with his left hand, and held the divine whip of the drum with his right hand, and knocked it three times in a row.

"Boom!! Boom!! Boom!! ”

The drums were crisp, not dull at all, and not as loud as I thought.

When the drum fell, Old Man Dong opened his mouth and sang with a hum.

As soon as I heard the words he sang, I was stunned.

Fuck me.

Old man Dong is worthy of being the Taishan Beidou in our industry, his mouth is really neat enough, listening to him "singing", I suspect that he made up the text of Xi Sui into rap.

He sang for half a minute and beat the drum seven times, and in the process, I only understood two words.

Seriously, if it weren't for the fact that I could hear these two words, I'm afraid I would have been able to think that he was singing in a foreign dialect.

The first word is "Fengbo".

The second word is "god".

"Is Feng Bo the Feng Bo of Feng Bo Rain Master?" I muttered, a little curious.

In Chinese mythology and legend, Feng Bo is the younger brother of Chi You, the leader of the Jiuli tribe, also known as Ji Bo, who is mainly responsible for "holding the eight winds and the climate of the five fortunes." ”

(Note: Kei, pronounced as the first tone of ji, is one of the twenty-eight sutras.) ）

Just as I was recalling the legend of Fengbo, the old man Dong shouted without warning, listening to the voice, it was a bit like the Mongolian Humai.

Then, he changed his "lame" feet to the left and right, leaned over, and danced and jumped.

"Shaman Dance?!" My eyes widened, and I watched Mr. Dong's every move curiously.

It's not that I haven't seen someone dance a shaman dance since I was a child, but can those people dance compared to Old Man Dong?

Only he can be regarded as the Taishan Beidou of contemporary shamanic dance, and he can be regarded as Michael Jackson in the industry.

I was looking at it with excitement, when the wind blew violently, and the spirit flags planted next to the stone pile were blown by the strong wind, and they shook in an instant, and the brass bells under the spirit flags naturally rang.

Listening to this brass bell, I don't know why, I suddenly found that my brain was a little confused, dizzy, a bit like the feeling of being drunk

"Hiss!!!"

There was another extremely piercing explosion of evil spirits, and Old Man Dong suddenly raised the divine drum in his hand, as if he had thrown his five bodies to the ground, slowly knelt down, and bowed three times in a row towards the stone pile.

It's strange to say that when he knelt down, almost all of Old Man Dong's body touched the muddy water, but when he stood up, his clothes were still the same as before he knelt down.

"Xiao Yuan."

"Huh?" I was stunned for a moment, and when I saw that Old Man Dong was looking at me, I asked him, "What's wrong?" ”

Old Man Dong smiled, raised his legs, and stepped on the stone pile with a heavy foot.

"You get out of the way, I'm going to fight."