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Today is the most important day of the year in shamanism, and it is also the festival of all the Nanban tribes, the Jianmu Festival.

On this day, the Nanban tribes celebrate with food and spirits, and shamans also hold bonfires in front of the temple after dusk.

The shamanic temple has always been the tallest and majestic building in the Nanban, the whole appearance was cylindrical, the top cover is like an umbrella cover, and the cylindrical outer wall is made of one meter square, with mountain stone polished stone piles. The canopy is made up of a pile of stones at a specific angle. The whole building, without the use of any binder.

It can be seen that the building technology of the Nanban tribe is actually in a relatively cutting-edge position.

In front of the temple gate, there are two large columns. It is an exaggeration to say that these two cylinders are just two logs with the thickness of eight people. From top to bottom, the logs are carved into the heads of five animals, arranged one by one from top to bottom. They are toads, eagles, gray wolves, tigers and bison. This is the totem pole of the Southern Barbarian shamanism, which is the symbolic symbol of the shamanic temple.

In front of the totem pole, there are dozens of steps made of stone, and below the steps, there is a large square that can accommodate thousands of people.

And this large square is the site of the shamanic campfire ceremony.

Now, the square is already crowded, and a bonfire is also lit in the center of the square. The bonfire burned high, and the tips of the flames rose into the sky, worthy of the dome of the temple.

The scene was very noisy, and the gathered crowd was talking to each other, and I don't know what they were talking about to make the interest so high.

After a few moments, the temple's two golden doors suddenly and slowly opened, and there was a slow, low, heavy sound of loose clockwork and the sound of metal grinding against each other.

At this time, the crowd in the field suddenly became high-pitched. They had been sitting down, but they all stood up at this moment. They shouted and howled in front of the temple door. Everyone screamed so hard that it seemed like their lungs were going to shoot out of their mouths.

Then someone came out of the temple door. The man's face is covered, so he can only be seen wearing a voodoo mask tiara. He wore a robe sewn from linen and held a golden, one-foot-long full moon scimitar.

After looking around, the man suddenly raised the full moon scimitar above his head, and then shouted loudly, "Jianmu Immortal!"

One person's voice, ten thousand people respond. Everyone present followed him and shouted out the words 'Jianmu Immortal'.

Seeing this, the man nodded in satisfaction, and then withdrew the full moon scimitar into the scabbard at his waist.

"Dongyang was able to preside over the Jianmu Festival this time, thanks to my Nanban people regardless of their previous suspicions. ”

It turned out that the person wearing the voodoo mask crown turned out to be An Dongyang.

Then, An Dongyang saluted in the direction of the square, and then said, "Dongyang is here to thank all the clansmen. After a pause, An Dongyang continued, "Sacrifice!"

As soon as the words fell, the Nanban tribes in the field couldn't help but raise their voices again.

At this time, a large number of people dressed in the same way as An Dongyang suddenly poured out of the temple. The two of them flicked together, and at the same time stopped the third person who was tied up by the flowers, and then each twisted the person out of the temple gate.

After An Dongyang turned his head and glanced at it, he leaned over and took out a piece of white paper full of words.

He cleared his throat, and then read in a straight voice, "The clan of Zhibian, for the disaster of the Nanban, do not respect the temple, do not listen to advice, God bless the Nanban, have their own justice, today's sacrifice, will enable the remnants of the border as a sacrifice, and sacrifice the building wood of the tree of the ancestors!" After a pause, An Dongyang shouted loudly, "Please ask Mai Shaman Dahezhe to preside over the sacrifice!"

It turned out that those who were escorted out turned out to be members of the tribe on the border, and those who wore sackcloth were the sackcloth shamans in shamanism. And Mai Shaman Dahezhe is the person with the highest status and prestige in shamanism.

When An Dongyang finished reading, there was no Mai shaman who continued to appear. There were about two dozen of them, standing in a row at the front of the temple door.

At this moment, Qian Lang, Du Yesha, and Sacro were actually already lurking under the square. The three of them kept staring at An Dongyang on the steps of the temple, waiting for the opportunity.

Although Qian Lang knew that the monks in the Southern Barbarians were only cultivating in the foundation building period, he still felt that he would not be able to make a move until he could determine Du Meilon's location.

When the Mai shaman had sent all the people of the Zhibian clan out, Du Yesha finally couldn't help but say to Qian Lang, "Master Qian, my father! That's my father! He is on top!" After speaking, Du Yesha pointed to an old man with gray hair, a disheveled head, and a naked body on the steps of the temple.

Qian Lang glanced in the direction that Du Yesha was pointing, and immediately recognized Du Meilon. There were very few old people standing on the steps, so Qian Lang recognized them at a glance.

"Get out of here now, and I'll go up again when you're far away. ”

Thackro and Duyesha looked at each other, then nodded.

"Excuse me, please give way. The two immediately pulled the people around them away, and then said apologetically.

Duyesha and Sacro, like Qian Lang, were standing in the middle of the crowd, so they left as fast as turtles.

At this time, another person came out of the door of the temple, this person was also wearing a linen robe and a voodoo mask tiara, but the decoration on his crown was much more than that of An Dongyang. He carried a necklace made of animal teeth, and a pendant made of various animal bones hung from the crown of his head.

As soon as this person appeared, the scene immediately fell silent, and almost everyone looked at the person who had just appeared without squinting with solemn faces.

In this way, Duyesa and Thackro's desire to leave is particularly abrupt. Because almost all people are stationary.

"What are you doing? Da Hezhe is out!" one of the people in the room kindly reminded Duyesha and Thackero.

As soon as they heard that Da Hezhe came out, they immediately stopped, and then looked at Qian Lang.

Qian Lang couldn't help frowning and waved his hand to the two, signaling them to leave quickly.

The two shook their heads helplessly, and then pointed to Da Hezhe on the steps of the temple.

In this regard, Qian Lang couldn't help but feel a little uneasy, because if he went up to save people, it would be safer for Du Yesha and Sakero to stay away.

However, there was no time for him to think about it now. Because someone had already let out a terrible scream.

"Ahh

Qian Lang turned his head to look, and then found that there was already a person on the steps who had been pressed to the ground by the Mai shaman. And the skin of his calf has been cut off by the Mai shaman, and it is pulled on his leg. Then, another Mai shaman took the squeaky skin in his hand and pulled it upwards with all his might. It hurt on the spot, and the heart-rending madness of the Frontier Clansman screamed.

The scene was so bloody that Qian Lang couldn't bear to look at it directly.

No, I can't wait, these people have already started! Qian Lang thought in his heart.