Looking at the people who surrounded him, Yu Tianlai subconsciously clenched the "wisdom sword" in his hand.

Zhang Junbao looked at him a little nervously, watching the footsteps of these people, he could already be sure that these were ordinary people who didn't know martial arts.

It's just that after knowing each other for many years, he already has some understanding of his senior brother's temperament. Don't look at the senior brother, although he is always smiling and amiable, he has always been decisive and never soft when facing the enemy. If these people attacked them, Senior Brother would never hesitate or have the slightest mercy because the other party didn't know martial arts. When he first taught himself and Tianbao martial arts, his senior brother said more than once that there is always only one kind of best enemy, and that is the dead enemy.

But the development of the matter was greatly unexpected by the two of them, those people rushed to the front, but completely ignored Yu Tianlai and Zhang Junbao, but pounced on those dead shamans like hungry wolves, and used all kinds of rudimentary weapons in their hands to slash and stab these dead corpses wildly, and even simply pounced on the corpses, and the minions were bitten like beasts.

Among these people were men and women, young and old, and each of them had incomparable anger and resentment on their faces, hideously twisted and terrifying.

The children of the tribe turned pale with fright when they saw that their loved ones, who loved them in their daily lives, turned into terrible beasts at this moment, and many of them were already crying.

"Senior brother, why are they like this?" Zhang Junbao's face was also a little pale, especially when he saw a simple and honest middle-aged woman biting the arm of a dead corpse, swinging her head vigorously and tearing off a piece of flesh, her throat shook and she almost wanted to gause.

Yu Tianlai shook his head and said nothing, first put the "wisdom sword" back into the tin staff, suddenly raised the staff with one hand and the other in front of his chest, and chanted a Buddha number in his mouth: "Nan Wu Amitabha!"

The sound of the Buddha's horn exploded on the flat ground like a thunderbolt, like a thunderbolt roaring in the ears, shaking those men and women who fell into madness at the same time subconsciously holding their heads with their hands, swaying under their feet as if they were drunk, and falling to the ground one by one, unable to get up for a long time.

"Senior brother, what are you ......" Zhang Junbao couldn't help but be puzzled when he saw that Yu Tian suddenly used the "lion's roar" magic skill in the seventy-two Shaolin stunts to shock these people.

Yu Tianlai said lightly: "I don't know how much anger these people have accumulated in their hearts, and it has only been vented at once. Just let them vent so wildly, I'm afraid that many people will really go crazy in the end. In addition to hurting people with sound waves, the kung fu of 'lion's roar' has the effect of cleansing people's hearts like morning bells and dusk drums. After my yelling, they should be able to calm down. ”

As he was talking, Zhang Junbao saw that the people who fell to the ground had already gotten up one after another, and the furious attitude on his face was gone, and it was replaced by a complex look of mixed joy and sorrow.

At this time, an old man with gray hair walked out of the crowd, he walked up to Yu Tianlai and Zhang Junbao with a look of fear, and said in half-baked Chinese: "All the clansmen of the Daldorhut tribe, thank you for the virtue of the two mages for rebirth!"

After saying that, he prostrated on the ground and gave a great gift.

As the old man bowed, the others knelt behind the old man and bowed to Yu Tianlai and Zhang Junbao.

Yu Tianlai and Zhang Junbao looked at each other, but they couldn't figure out what was in it. When Jueyuan first came, he only learned that something in the shaman temple was the key to finding Temujin's tomb, but he didn't find anything special about the tribe where the temple was located, and it was only used to hide people's eyes. Nowadays, it seems that this is not so simple.

Seeing that these people were only grateful to them and had no malice, they also comforted them with kind words, and repeatedly asked everyone not to be polite.

But those people were extremely stubborn, and insisted on bowing with their highest etiquette before they stood up one after another under the leadership of the old man.

The old man should be the leader of this tribe, after he regained his composure, he also showed a bit of wit and composure, while instructing the clansmen to bury the remains that had been torn into pieces, cleaning up all traces of the scene, while courteously inviting Yu Tianlai and Zhang Junbao to talk to the tribe.

Yu Tianlai didn't refuse, he just wanted the old man to make a request.

Listening to Yu Tianlai's request, the old man had a strange look on his face, but he still arranged for someone to do what he said.

The two followed the old man to a tent, and after someone served wine and food, the old man didn't need to ask questions, and took the initiative to talk about the tragic experience of their clan.

According to the old man, although their small Daldohut tribe has been in decline for a long time, its origin is really extraordinary, and its history is the longest of all the tribes in the steppe, and it can even be traced back to the era when only myths have been circulated, and their most revered ancestor is a legendary god.

However, the identity of the descendants of the gods brought this tribe not glory, but deep calamity.

Decades ago, a mysterious army suddenly surrounded the entire Daldorhut tribe, escorting all the tribes, young and old, to a group of shamans.

The shamans told them that the tribe of Daldogot was blessed by the gods and would henceforth receive the land under their feet as their land, and that they would not have to pay any taxes. All they had to do was to sacrifice ten pairs of pure boys and girls as a sacrifice to the gods on a specific date each year.

Although the days of the Daldohut tribe were difficult and hard, they were unwilling to trade the lives of their already scarce tribesmen, let alone the lives of young men and women who represented the future of a tribe.

Refusal was of course ineffective, protest was replaced by suppression, and when the shamans showed great strength and showed their will to destroy the tribe if they did not comply, the Daldorhut tribe had no choice but to accept it.

For decades to come, every year, ten pairs of young men and women were taken away by the priests and never returned. Every family in the entire tribe has experienced the great pain of losing their children on more than one occasion.

After listening to this experience, Yu Tianlai and Zhang Junbao secretly exchanged glances, and they both understood that the so-called gods who wanted to sacrifice the young men and women of the Daldohut tribe must be Temujin. This Genghis Khan was so generous that he enjoyed boundless blessings during his lifetime, and after his death, he actually let people raise a tribe with the blood of the legendary gods, and harvested the lives of twenty young men and women every year as his own sacrifice.

While he was talking, a man from outside came in and reported that all the things that Engong wanted had been brought.

Yu Tianlai and Zhang Junbao hurriedly went out to look, but saw more than a dozen camels of all sizes parked outside the tent, white as snow.

The old man asked, "These white camels are also sacrifices to the gods, but they are much more precious than the lives of my people, and only two camels, one large and one small, are sacrificed every year." ”

Yu Tianlai shook his head and said: "This camel is not a sacrifice, but a guide messenger used to guide the place where the gods sleep!"