"I don't know anything. If you have anything to say, just talk."
The old man took a puff of cigarette and looked up at the head of the Lu family and then at Xu Dashi. He was helpless. Although he understood, he couldn't help. Even if my grandfather told him, he couldn't help.
On the book, he only knew some basic knowledge of Feng Shui formations, but their tribe's collection of books was quite complex.
"Okay, brother, I will definitely speak up if I need anything."
Grandpa smiled and nodded. This was a favor from the boss. Whether you use him or not is one thing. But he has spoken out, so the favor must be acknowledged.
In the Yue family's tent, Grandpa and the others were enjoying themselves happily, creating a harmonious scene.
In the shaman camp, in the shaman saint's tent, the shaman saint and three elders are entertaining guests. An old man with white hair and black robe is the distinguished guest they want to receive.
This old man has white hair, a black robe on his body, a slender face, raised sword eyebrows, eyebrows mixed with black and white, slender eyes, typical willow eyes, raised corners, a slender and tall nose, and a wide mouth.
Not big, with thin lips, two deep nasolabial folds, and a fair, beardless face. There is one word written on this face: I am a villain who is not easy to mess with.
This old man who is not easy to mess with at first glance is the great master of Feng Shui formation invited by the shaman. This great master just walked around the top of Erlong Mountain. He did not do all kinds of measurements and observations like Grandpa and the others.
Yes, I just glanced at the situation on the top of the mountain. This is considered to be the observation. This is the benefit of the Grand Master being in harmony with heaven and earth. As long as he is within the range of his spiritual consciousness, he will know the detailed situation. This is better than any measurement.
Even more accurate.
The old man walked around and then asked the shaman elder to take him back to the shaman camp.
The shaman saint also got the news in advance and notified the second elder and third elder of the shamanism early. The three of them were waiting for the elder and the elders in the shaman saint's tent.
"How's it going?"
After the shaman saint waited for the two parties to greet each other, she watched the black-robed old man sit firmly and asked.
"Haha, it's the same everywhere. There's no way the Yue family can win."
The old man smiled and stared at the shaman saint with narrowed eyes. There was appreciation, admiration, and a hint of lust in his eyes. He looked like a man who saw the girl he loved. (He is an old man.)
Seeing this, Sepi becomes interested and stares at the shaman saint with leering eyes.)
"That's good, Great Elder, entertain the Grand Master well."
The shaman saint nodded, turned to the great elder and said, asking the great elder to entertain the old man well, and indicated that the great elder could take him away. To be honest, it is somewhat rude for the shaman saint to do this.
Please come and help me. It's really rude for you to chase people away before my ass is even hot.
However, the shaman saint is not blind. She saw the old man's eyes clearly and she no longer had any favorable impression of the old man. This impression was instantly negative. She was still willing to deal with him, so she immediately kicked him out.
, this shamanistic status allows her to do this, and she is even more confident to do so, even if the other person is a great master of Feng Shui formations.
"Sir, please."
The great elder also saw all this, and naturally knew that the shaman saint was unhappy. At this time, the great elder would definitely come forward. The great elder stood up, walked to the old man in a few steps, and politely asked the old man to get up and leave the holy place.
Women's tent.
"hehe."
The old man smiled coquettishly. He was also a little embarrassed. After all, he had lost his temper just now, and the person opposite him was a saint from a religious sect. This was not a simple matter of losing his temper. This was rude. To put it more seriously,
It's rude, even if the shaman saint beats him out, it is already polite to ask him out in disguise.
The old man stood up and followed the elder out of the tent, never looking at the shaman saint again.
The great elder and the old man in black robes were walking in the shaman camp, side by side, towards a remote tent, which was an empty tent for receiving guests.
The two of them entered the tent and sat face to face at a square table. Then a shaman disciple came forward to greet them, served tea to them, and brought four plates of snacks.
"Go down."
The great elder looked at the shaman disciples standing on one side after they had finished their work, and waved to them, asking them to go down first.
There are two old men sitting opposite each other in the tent. They are both dressed in black robes. Without looking at their faces, they can be distinguished by two things. One is that the elder's hair is gray, which means white, black and gray. The color of his hair
It's more complicated. The second point is that there is an identity mark on the black robe of the great elder, which is a red fox pattern.
"Sir, by doing this, aren't you afraid that my shamanism will fall out?"
The great elder picked up the cover of the tea cup and gently moved it on the tea cup. Waves of tea mist rose. The great elder looked at the old man opposite with his eyes, his eyes were scrutinizing, with a hint of persecution.
"Haha, you can't. Although it's not the same as before, we are still us, and the master is still the master."
The old man was not affected by the great elder. He looked at the great elder with a flash of light in his eyes. He spoke in a relaxed tone and sat on the stool with a calm demeanor, his hands hanging relaxedly on his knees.
"We are in the new dynasty now, and there are no masters or slaves. We made it clear when we were in Manchuria that a shaman is a shaman, and a demon is still a demon. From that time on, the relationship was severed."
The elder glanced at the old man, turned the tureen in his hand on his fingertips, and landed steadily on the tea cup.
"It's broken? Then you still dare to find me?"
The old man narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at the elder shaman opposite, and was already questioning him in his words.
"I'm looking for you because you are a great master of Feng Shui formations, not because you are Aisin Gioro's third elder brother, and not because you are Prince Gomubo."
The great elder's voice was suppressed in his throat. I don't know if he was afraid that people outside would hear him. His voice was suppressed, and there was a hint of anger on the great elder's face.
"Hahahaha, I know, she dared to kick me out, I know, you don't like us anymore, you think we are being targeted now, you want to start a new stove, I just don't know if your stove is strong or not
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When the old man saw that the great elder was a little angry, he immediately became happy and burst out laughing. The depression of being kicked out just now was wiped away. He continued to criticize the great elder as he spoke, which was also a test of shamanism.
"It doesn't matter to you whether it's prosperous or not. My shamanism has been inherited for more than two thousand years. I haven't experienced any storms. This little wind can't capsize the boat."
The great elder looked at the laughing old man, his eyelids lowered, his face returned to expressionless, and his tone returned to calmness, with a hint of arrogance, because the current situation of shamanism is much better than that of these people opposite.