The young shaman mage with a mobile phone, the short and fat housewife assistant, how to look at it and how unreliable, I can't help but think of the Northeast Dancing God, a big god crying and making trouble, and a helper jumping and singing, I always think it is specifically funny. In any case, the leg of lamb has been delivered, so we should experience the ethnic culture of Mongolia, feel the customs, and try to accept it, maybe it will be fun.

The shaman told us to wait outside the door, and we humbly exited the door.

I asked Uncle Garu, "Is this person you are looking for reliable?" We still have to rely on ourselves to enter the mountains, right? Do gods or anything work? ”

Uncle Galu smiled and said: "Actually, I didn't believe it at first, but then I got seriously ill, which is called cerebral thrombosis in medicine, that is, half of my body does not obey the call." When the shaman saw that my children had no one to take care of me, and that they had to take care of me in turn, he started to do a ritual for me, and within half a year of my illness, I was cured. You see how healthy I am right now. ”

I nodded in understanding, but I thought to myself, I'm afraid you're too old to go to a Russian woman to have fun, right? Even if there really are gods who will bless you?

The fat brother said: "Faith is spiritual, we have experienced so many things, don't you still believe it?" There is a reason to save zài, and the estimate that is not spiritual is disguised, and the spiritual is genuine. ”

Uncle Galu then asked, "Do you have any unusual experiences at your young age?" Tell my uncle about it. ”

I hurriedly glared at the fat brother, cursed him in my heart for talking nonsense, and hurriedly made up a story to Uncle Galu, I said: "Isn't it, we have also experienced it, my fat brother, his parents have a bad brain, mentally retarded, and the fat brother was lost when he was very young, and he didn't find it until last year." It's because the fat brother worshiped the Buddha for a year. ”

Uncle Galu looked at the fat brother thoughtfully, and then said: "Don't think Uncle is talking ugly, that thing seems to be inherited, you usually have to control your mentality, don't think about anything." ”

The fat brother was so angry that his face turned green, and he couldn't defend himself, so he glared at me with his eyes.

Yan Qiu and Jiang Li covered their mouths on the side, laughing and trembling.

The fat brother was not convinced, and after thinking for a long time, he said: "Hey, don't worry, no, my brother and I have been fatherless and motherless since childhood, and our mentality has long been cultivated, and there is nothing that I can't think about." ”

Uncle Galu looked at me and asked in surprise: "I see that your family conditions are good, and you are also an orphan?" ”

The fat brother continued: "Yes, his parents jumped off the building before he could remember, leaving him as a lone seedling to be adopted/raised, which is also miserable." ”

It turns out that he is waiting for me here, when did the fat brother learn to be unforgiving?

Not to be outdone, I pretended to be sad and said to Uncle Galu: "Yes, our two families were good neighbors, my parents jumped with the fat brother when they jumped off the building, the child was soft and boneless, and he didn't fall to death, but in order to continue his life, he took a lot of hormones at that time, otherwise he wouldn't be so fat." ”

Yan Qiu and Jiang Li were beside them, laughing even harder, covering their mouths and not daring to make a sound, tears came out after a while.

Uncle Galu looked at them and said, "These two girls are kind-hearted, and you all say that you are crying." ”

Hearing what Uncle Galu said, Yan Qiu and Jiang Li covered their mouths and nodded vigorously.

The fat brother and I looked at these two gloating guys, and we didn't get angry.

I turned to Uncle Galu and said, "Hey, they are also suffering from cancer, and they are patients in the same hospital. The two of us are doing charity work, just to make them have no regrets, so why don't you have to go to the holy mountain to see? ”

As soon as these words came out, Yan Qiu and Jiang Li immediately stopped laughing, put their hands down, blushed, and glared at me with their eyes, I don't want to mention how happy I am.

After teasing each other for a while, the shaman and her assistant came out of the yurt.

We immediately put away our expressions, stopped talking, and stood aside in a reverent state.

This time the shaman was completely different, covered in strips of colored cloth, and I looked at it, and it was the same color as the multicolored Hada.

She was barefoot, with a string of small silver bells tied to each ankle (huái), and she walked with a rattling sound. He wears a large copper hat on his head, and the top is also tied with five-colored strips of cloth, which looks heavy.

The assistant moved a small square wooden table, the one I saw in the yurt, the small square table on the kang. There are also many supplies on the square table, just like when the Taoist priest is doing it, there are some offerings on the table.

It seems that this leg of lamb is not earned in vain, and this pomp and circumstance looks quite exquisite. Just walking on the grass with bare feet is already hard enough, if you haven't practiced, it is estimated that your feet will have to be tied into honeycombs. Wearing that big hat again, no matter how you look at it, it weighs twenty pounds, if it weren't for a professional, it is estimated that the top would not be able to hold up.

When the assistant had set the offering table, the shaman walked up to the table, threw himself on his knees, and began to babble in a language we did not understand.

Then she picked up a white flat drum on the table, I don't know what kind of animal skin it was made of, took a drum stick made of an animal's leg bones, and beat a rap-like rhythm on the drum, and her mouth still had words in her mouth, and it sounded quite pleasant.

It reminded me of the mage I had seen in the village, the mage who presided over the Yin marriage, but the drum was slightly different, the drum was a tambourine with small metal cymbals around it, and this drum was a round flat drum with several strips of colored cloth hanging on the sides and three points at the top.

After five or six minutes of singing, the shaman placed the drum in front of him, covering his entire face, while his mouth was still behind the drum.

In general, it is a little different from the dancing god, the dancing god is the helper beating the drum and singing next to him, the god only needs to sit there, wait for the fairy to come up, and then communicate with people tremblingly, like a media of yin and yang communication. This is completely sung and performed by the shaman himself, and it is definitely a body lì live.

What I didn't expect was that this was just the beginning.

When the shaman took the drum off his face, her assistant knelt behind her and covered most of the shaman's face with a dark cloth, exposing only the nostrils and mouth under the nose to breathe.

A terrifying face was drawn on the cloth, attached to the mage's face, coupled with her equipment, the atmosphere was immediately different, and suddenly the sister-in-law with a kind face became a mysterious and terrifying person, and the importance of makeup was vividly reflected.

When the helper tied up the face covering, the shaman stood up and began to dance. With a drum and drumstick in her hand, she would bow her head and turn in circles, look up to the sky and howl, cry and make trouble, and roll on the ground for a while. The strips of colored cloth on her body swirled with her dance, and we were dazzled to watch.

I was in this state of tossing for about half an hour, but I must have been sweating profusely, and we were tired from standing on the sidelines and watching, and we didn't dare to disturb respectfully.

The shaman was probably tired from tossing and turning, and then sat cross-legged on the ground, beckoning in the direction of Uncle Garu, and motioning for him to come over. You must know that after being blindfolded and so selfless and crazy for half an hour, you can still find the position where people are standing, it is definitely real kung fu, and you can't do it without admiration.

Uncle Garu trotted in front of her, then slowly lowered himself and sat down across from her.

The shaman put down the instrument in his hand and took a small fan-shaped animal bone from the offering table behind him, which looked like the shoulder blades of some kind of animal, but unlike the old society, which was the shoulder blade of a cow, which was very small, the shoulder blade of an animal the size of a cat.

The bone was carved with delicate patterns, and the fan-shaped top was decorated with colorful fluff, like colored rabbit fur.

The shaman grabbed Uncle Garu's right hand as if he were looking at palmistry, first rubbed the small bone on Uncle Garu's hand, then put the bone on his face and did the same thing repeatedly.

It should be studying Uncle Garu's soul and helping him predict the future. It is similar to the palmistry function, except that the eyes are blindfolded, and the palm prints are definitely not visible only in the movements.

It lasted for about three or four minutes, and the shaman spoke, and we must not understand a word because of the language barrier, but we still have the ability to distinguish timbre, and the woman's voice is completely different from before.

After more than half an hour of tossing, her voice actually turned into a man's voice, and it was a very old man's voice.

The four of us were immediately shocked.

Everyone has the ability to imitate timbre, and trained voice actors may change their timbre more, but those who are familiar with it can immediately distinguish it when they hear it, after all, they still can't cover up the original timbre. But this shaman was completely different, her voice we had heard a few minutes ago, was now completely different, the voice of a strange old man.

While the other three looked at each other because of this change, I decided to use my heavenly eyes to distinguish the real from the fake.