Immortality: Start Cultivating Immortality From Pingshan Mountain

Chapter 250 The Shaman of the Ten Arrow Tribe

Thousands of years of white snow connects the sky, and thousands of hectares of mist and shallow sea are the same.

 Enter Guz Prefecture at the southern foot of Yuhai.

 The group of people finally understood the meaning of this sentence.

 It’s only less than three or five miles away, it’s like a completely different world.

 The sky full of yellow sand disappeared and was replaced by endless swamps and wetlands.

 It is completely different from the desolation of the desert.

 Although it is the depth of winter, it is still full of vitality.

The willow trees of Xihe River should tower into the clouds, the mangroves stretch endlessly, and occasionally you can hear the crisp calls of water birds.

 Compared to Fuxian Lake, Yuhai is more shocking to people.

It’s hard to imagine how it was formed in the vast desert and how the lake was preserved?

Walking through the swamps and dense forests, the sound of rushing water is endless. If you hadn't seen it along the way, you would have thought you were in Xiangyin.

 Not long.

 A small city appeared in everyone's sight.

Sitting on the mountain and looking at the lake, it is somewhat similar to the Kunmo City they passed that day.

A cluster of low earthen houses, lined up in rows, are located among the mountain ridges. Looking from a distance, there are almost a hundred households.

 As a nomadic people, the Turks mainly focus on animal husbandry and live by water.

The so-called Qionglu felt tent is the residence of the Turks.

 Imitated from the canopy, made of cow and sheep leather.

However, the Po Li people were obviously used to living for a long time, so they built houses, and over thousands of years, a village gradually formed.

　Looking from a distance at this moment.

There are high stone walls surrounding the stockade, and there are people patrolling back and forth with long bows on their backs.

 This scene reminded Chen Yulou of the scene when he passed through Beizhai that day.

In order to prevent the Dongzhai barbarians in Laoxiong Ridge from being robbed by bandits, every household sent out strong men to patrol day and night.

"came back."

 “Polibo really brought people back.”

 “Hurry, open the door.”

 The moment the team appeared outside the city.

He was noticed by the guards on the tower.

 At the beginning, everyone was still visibly nervous, and the atmosphere was extremely solemn.

After all, a team of hundreds of people suddenly appeared, and there were also unfamiliar faces in the water. In addition, the most courageous hunting team was out hunting, how could we not be uneasy?

but.

 When they saw Poli carrying the prey on his back, more and more people came out from the team.

 The dignity disappeared instantly.

 There were only bursts of cheers.

Several people quickly went downstairs, pulled off the door bolt, and strode outside the hunting party.

  Take the prey from them.

 Looking at the smiles on their faces, you can tell how excited they are.

There are more than ten sand wolves, and their skins alone can be sold for a large sum of money. The wolf bones can be used as medicine, and the wolf teeth are also good things, and there are people who collect them.

 As for the remaining wolf meat.

 Almost enough to store grain for half the winter.

　　Looking at the joyful appearance of the tribesmen, the stern-looking Po Li also showed a touch of relief on his face.

 Young men who go out hunting for the first time.

 Everyone held their heads high and their chests high.

 Trying to appear calm and reliable.

 But the raised corners of his mouth couldn't be suppressed at all.

 “Brother Chen, please follow me into the village.”

Watching the group of people entering the city first, Po Li turned back, crossed his hands on his chest, and said seriously.

"please!"

 Chen Yulou's heart moved.

 This is the highest etiquette for Turks to welcome guests.

 Only friends recognized by them will be treated in this way.

  Along the way, he had already gradually learned some of the habits of the Turkic people from casual chats.

Although the Poles call themselves Uighurs.

 But in fact, this lineage living in seclusion by the lake is Orthodox Turkic.

One of the Ten Arrow Tribes back then.

Just after experiencing countless wars, the Turks split from the east and west to the Ten Arrows tribe, and then traveled far away and entered the countries of Central Asia. Today, they are the only Turks left in the Western Regions.

 In the Yuan Dynasty, in order to conceal their identity, they called themselves Uighurs.

As a result, today, this tribe has almost completely lost its history and completely considers itself the Uighur tribe.

 Wait for a group of people to pass through the gate and enter the city.

The whole tribe has been alarmed.

　　They all came out of their houses and stood on the roadside, cheering to greet their warriors.

Although they no longer live on the move, they still retain the customs of the nomadic era.

Those who can join the hunting team are all agile people.

He is skilled in bow and horse, can hunt wolves in the mountains, and catch dragons in the lake.

At this moment, seeing them returning home with full loads, they immediately received countless cheers and attention.

The children looked longingly, clenching their fists, their faces flushed with excitement, while the young girls threw colorful ornaments at the men they liked.

 Among them, Po Li received the most ornaments. However, he seemed to have been accustomed to this situation for a long time, and his expression was calm without much change.

 A few young people do not have such great determination.

 The corners of his mouth almost reached behind his ears.

 After receiving the jewelry, put it away carefully.

 “I will take you to see the patriarch and the wizard first.”

The small movements of several people were hidden from Poli's eyes. With just a wave of his hand, several young people immediately became excited, picked up their jewelry and walked towards the woman they liked.

 Turkic tribes do not have as many rules as the Han people.

The stage of marriage can only be reached after the parents have made an appointment with the matchmaker, and the three letters and six etiquettes have been made.

 They just want to like each other.

You can have your wedding tonight.

Po Li also came from a young generation. They are all young and energetic young men. He knows what is in his heart better than anyone else.

 Let a group of people go.

 He whispered to Chen Yulou and others.

 Wizard?

 Shared these two words in Po Li's words keenly.

Chen Yulou’s eyes couldn’t help but flash.

Turkic people have extremely complex religious beliefs, including Buddhism, Zoroastrianism, Shamanism, Nestorianism, Zoroastrianism, Manichaeism, and Tianfangism, which are closely related to their year-round migration and home all over the world.

 Now he speaks of patriarchs and wizards.

 Obviously, their belief should be shamanism.

 This actually verifies the origin of their Turkic orthodoxy from the side.

 It is recorded in the Northern History that the Turks respected ghosts and gods, believed in witchcraft, died in heavy military service, and suffered from disgraceful diseases.

“Okay, let’s follow Brother Po Li’s arrangements.”

 Thoughts flashed through my mind.

Chen Yulou nodded and agreed.

 Then he turned around and looked at Huamaguai behind him, "Kaizi, you stay with Honggu and Junior Sister Hualing, and take the brothers to settle down first."

 “Yes, from the shopkeeper.”

Although Huamaguai also wants to see something.

But since it was the shopkeeper’s order, he naturally wouldn’t say anything more.

Following Po Li, a group of people strolled through the city. The entire city didn't look special from the outside, but after walking through it, Chen Yulou discovered that the city planning was very interesting.

 There are three levels in total.

Structured.

 This is actually the embodiment of the concept of the three realms of shamanism.

 The heavenly realm, the human realm and the underworld.

The outermost underworld is regarded as the residence of the dead. No wonder he noticed when he entered the city earlier that the mud houses seemed to be randomly located, but in fact there was a clear boundary between them and the city wall.

The further you go deeper into the city, the fewer people you can see.

Even if there are, they are usually dressed extravagantly, and they look like nobles.

As for the deepest heaven, an altar with a strange style was built, surrounded by strange-looking stone statues.

 Chen Yulou understood immediately.

Those are the gods worshiped by shamanism.

He only brought five people with him on this trip, but even Yang Fang, who has the most out-of-the-box personality, put his mind back when he saw this situation, fearing that he would say the wrong thing and violate other people's taboos.

"this way please."

Po Li bowed to the altar with a pious expression.

After that, he led a few people around and finally stopped outside two mud houses on the left and right.

 At this moment.

 Almost the moment they appeared.

The closed door on the right was suddenly pushed open from the inside.

 An old man wearing colorful robes, with leather drums and copper bells hanging around his waist, walked out of the house.

Po Li originally wanted to step forward, but when he saw this situation, he stopped in his tracks and suppressed the surprise and astonishment in his heart.

 Looking at the old man respectfully.

Hold your hands together and bow deeply.

“Po Li has met the wizard…”

 However, the old man didn't even look at him. A pair of eyes went straight past him and fell on several people.

  Chen Yulou to be precise.

His eyes are deep and clear in black and white, but if you look closely, you will find that there are far more black than white, which makes people look inexplicably oozing.

"fire…"

 He stared straight at me.

Chen Yulou looked calm, neither evading nor retreating, he just looked over calmly.

 He noticed an extremely familiar aura from the old man.

 Longmoye, Sigudana!

That’s right, it’s the Moba who communicates with ghosts and gods in Maluzhai.

At this moment, the old man outside the door clearly has a faint aura of ghosts and gods.

 But he has not yet spoken.

 A hoarse voice had already come.

“Fire, you have the aura of the God of Fire, little guy...where did you come from?”

 (End of this chapter)