Shaman is actually a dancing master, and has different names in different places.

However, if you really understand it, you will know that dancing to the gods is actually not a widely rumored feudal superstition.

They have to learn a special dance since childhood, and their clothes are covered with silver rings.

He weighs more than thirty pounds at least, and whenever he jumps, the silver rings all over his body will make a sound.

According to the special dance steps, the sound of the silver rings colliding with each other will be very regular.

It's like a beautiful piece of music.

In ancient times, many people believed that dancing this kind of dance performed by great gods could bring blessings.

In the evolution of the times, they have become a special group of people.

But with the development of the economy, there will always be some people with evil intentions who discover this kind of sideways thing.

They don't understand the inheritance of Tiao Dashen, nor do they know what the shaman is going to do.

He just used his name as a dance master to defraud money.

In fact, to become a great dancer, you need to learn more than fifty kinds of dances.

For example, when Zhang Bei asked for a sword this time, the dance they danced was used in sacrifices.

If you are facing the death of an elderly person in your family, it is a different kind of dance.

In addition to these, a true shaman with inheritance also needs to learn a language.

Similar to hieroglyphics, but the pronunciation is more like Manchu.

Zhang Bei held up the flag, and several mountain runners beside him scattered grains prepared in advance at the foot of the mountain.

The two shamans moved their whole bodies and danced around the shaman knives.

If you get close enough, you can hear their voices, which sound like chanting sutras.

This process lasted for half an hour, and then the two shamans wiped the sweat from their heads and stopped.

Then he took off a silver ring from his clothes and put it on the box.

"The ceremony is done~~~!"

After the voice fell, Zhang Bei waved the flag again and led the team towards the ancestral hall.

With the grain underfoot and the thunder flag in hand, we rushed all the way to the entrance of the ancestral hall.

This ancestral hall was built by the tenth generation leader, and the original one has disappeared in the war.

Different from the family ancestral hall, the people worshiped here are all mountain runners.

As long as there are records of mountain runners in the past generations, they all have spiritual tablets here.

"The mountain runners are unworthy of their descendants. The leader of the twelfth generation welcomes back the Shaman Sword today!"

After the words fell, Zhang Bei led all the mountain runners to kowtow respectfully.

Zhang Bei erected the thunder flag at the gate of the ancestral hall, held the box containing the shaman knife in both hands and placed it in the middle of the ancestral hall.

The Shaman Knife has been a leader's exclusive weapon since records began, used to lead mountain runners to hunt wild beasts in the mountains and forests.

It's just that in modern times, Zhang Bei really doesn't have any use for this thing.

Any animal in the entire mountain that can pose a threat to the Mountain Runner is either his little brother, or someone he brought up since childhood.

From now on, the final belonging of the shaman knife can only be in the ancestral hall. It can be taken out every year during the Ghost Festival to be wiped and worshiped.

When the door of the ancestral hall is closed again, the activity of the priest asking for the sword is finally over.

The two shamans who had been standing behind Zhang Bei sat down on the ground.

"Oh my god, I haven't done such strenuous exercise in several years."

"No, I almost forgot how to dance as a priest."

The most they usually do is to transcend or celebrate on some festival.

It won't be as life-threatening as it is today.

Zhang Bei put away the thunder flag and patted Wang Laoer on the shoulder.

"How was lunch?"

"It's ready."

"Let's eat!"

Zhang Bei shouted at the mountain runners, and everyone who had nothing important to do today rushed into the village.

Wang Laoer was very thoughtful in arranging these matters and directly invited a team from the countryside to handle the wedding banquet.

No one is more skilled than them in preparing large pot dishes for rural banquets.

Looking at the table that had been set, Wang Laoer and a few people sat directly next to Zhang Bei.

"The boss!"

"No!"

"You did, I saw it before!"

After hearing Wang Laoer's words, Zhang Bei sighed silently.

"Inside the cellar, the second jar."

"Okay, I'll get it!"

Wang Laoer heard the specific location and rushed towards Zhang Bei's house.

Shen Feng sat aside and licked the corners of his mouth, looking at Wang Laoer's back with expectant eyes.

What they were talking about was, of course, the medicated wine Zhang Bei made using ancient recipes. It was a great tonic, not to mention that you wouldn’t get drunk after drinking it.

Although you can’t drink too much, who wouldn’t want to drink two glasses of this good stuff if given the chance?

Wang Laoer acted very quickly on this kind of thing, and came back within a few minutes with a big jar in his arms.

Zhang Bei sighed silently, took out a knife and dug out the yellow mud covering it.

Then he pulled the red cloth on the side and opened the entire cover.

A strong aroma of wine suddenly spread in the air.

"Depending on your physique, you can only drink two cups of this stuff at most!"

Wang Laoer carefully filled the cup, looked at the light yellow wine and took a sip.

Then a pair of eyes suddenly lit up.

“Good wine!”

Zhang Bei also poured himself a glass and explained slowly.

"This jar of wine has been aged for three years. It uses thirteen flavors of five-year-old wild Chinese medicine. The wine is twenty-year-old Bai Yujing."

After Wang Laoer heard Zhang Bei's words, he became more careful in holding the cup.

Even not counting the Chinese medicinal materials, this wine has been stored for twenty-three years.

"Bai Yujing?"

Shen Feng scratched his head and had no idea that there was such a wine on the market.

Zhang Bei took a bite of his elbow and said, "It's a wine from the Tang Dynasty. It's said to be a wine that Li Bai accidentally discovered when he was traveling."

Hearing that it was a good product that was not available on the market, Shen Feng stopped talking and quietly tasted the strong aroma of the wine.

Lunch was very lively, with so many mountain runners gathering together to chat.

They are all sharing the nests they have found with each other.

As soon as Zhang Bei finished his glass of wine, his cell phone rang.

I glanced at the caller ID and clicked to answer.

"Jia Xiujie, the descendant of Kinmen, has met Zhang Bituou."

"It's your boy, are you ready to go out?"

"Yes, I plan to go out in the near future. The old man is going to take me to your place first."

Zhang Bei does not belong to the Jiuliu people, but now most of the Jiuliu have a good relationship with him.

That bad old man planned to come to him first, probably because he wanted to borrow his reputation.

It is not that simple for a Jiu Chuanren to get out of the mountain.

In the process of worshiping the mountain, the older generation will test the younger generation.

If the craftsmanship is not up to standard, the entire division behind it will be embarrassed.

And Zhang Bei now has official connections and holds the lifeblood of a medical family in his hands.

Many people in Jiuliu will give him face and take advantage of his reputation. People of the older generation will not go too far during the test.

"Okay, I have time tomorrow, just ask that bad old man to bring you over."
Chapter completed!