The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

The man said in broken English: "I want you to use your mona to treat my son's illness."

Zhao Chuanxin was stunned, and the others were stunned.

No one knows what Ma Na is, but as for treating diseases and saving people, I have never heard that Zhao Chuanxin has medical skills.

Even Zhao Chuanxin himself didn't know.

He scratched his head: "I think you have the wrong person. I am not a doctor."

"No, sir, doctors can't cure our disease, only numbness can."

Zhao Chuanxin was speechless: "What kind of numbness? Superstition!"

Kanaka: "..."

Zhao Chuanxin wanted to leave, but the Kanaka people held his arm.

Zhao Chuanxin's eyes widened and he wanted to get angry.

But I saw the Kanaka man praying: "Sir, you must be a messenger who can communicate with the gods. You have a lot of pain in your body. Please, save my son."

Zhao Chuanxin really didn't know what to do. He shrugged: "Isn't there a doctor on the island?"

The Kanaka man said: "Sir, doctors cannot save the child that the god of death wants to take away. As long as you are willing to help, I am willing to offer a sacrifice."

Zhao Chuanxin's eyes lit up when he heard the word "sacrifice": "How much?"

Li Shutong and others were stunned.

Is it really okay to be so blatantly greedy for money?

He whispered in Chinese: "Do you know medical skills? Don't delay other people's lives. This is not a joke."

"It's okay, let's go check out the situation first. Do you think our big family can travel without spending money? Your chopsticks are so delicate. You really don't know how expensive food, rice, oil and salt are."

Li Shutong: "..."

Ning An and Liu Yuanshan felt embarrassed. Zhao Chuanxin said that they were like moths.

Zhao Chuanxin waved his hand: "Let's go and see the sacrifices... ah no, go and see your children."

"Praise be to you, sir. My name is Kish. I am a son of fire. I have survived the eruption of a volcano without any harm."

Keahi means flame in Hawaiian.

"Okay, Kishi, stop talking nonsense, your name is not important."

Zhao Chuanxin waved his hand: "Lead the way."

The group didn't even eat anything and went to the tribe where Jixi belonged.

The houses of the Kanaka people are quite primitive and rough in style.

With a single-layer wooden structure, there is no foundation or anything like that. The wood is inserted directly into the soil and the problem is dealt with hastily.

There are windows at the front and back, so the cross-ventilation can pass directly through the room and dissipate the heat.

The door is just a curtain.

The roof is made of coconut leaves and reed thatch.

When the people of this tribe saw Ji Xi bringing Zhao Chuanxin and the others, they cast curious and cautious glances.

In these years, their fate can be said to be "my fate cannot be determined by me, nor by heaven, but only by outsiders."

White people occupied it, and it changed hands several times before finally falling into the hands of the United States.

The influx of Asian workers continued.

This resulted in them becoming a minority as indigenous people.

Now the local indigenous people have become the bottom class of society. The traditional chieftaincy system has long been destroyed. Because the island is small and densely populated, they cannot achieve autonomy even if they want to.

Li Shutong and the others saw that these people were wearing scantily clad clothes, with various body shapes and thick necks. At first glance, they were all bad guys.

Even the local women are full of strength with their fleshy bodies.

I couldn't help but become nervous.

Only Zhao Chuanxin followed Jixi carelessly and didn't care.

When Jixi came to his house, he wanted to go in, but suddenly he thought of something. He stopped, bent down, and stretched out his hand to make a "please" gesture.

Zhao Chuanxin nodded and walked in first.

After entering, he smelled a strange smell of burning vegetation.

There was a simple bed made of unknown animal fur and straw mats in the room, and there were several wood carvings and lacquerware.

Lying on the bed was a pale-faced but sweaty child, with a woman sitting next to him and an old Kanaka man standing beside him.

The old man was wearing a colorful bird feather cloak. It was colorful. The black ones were from thrush feathers, the red ones were from honeybirds, and the yellow ones were... in short, it was very eye-catching.

The people behind followed and filled the small room.

Zhao Chuanxin turned around and said, "Look, I didn't expect that they, like me, have nothing to do but live in poverty. Oh, it's really sad. Just don't fool me with feathers or coconut bowls."

Jixi pointed to the old man in feathers and said, "This is the high priest of our tribe."

Then he spoke to the high priest in Hawaiian and reported the situation of Zhao's inheritance.

The high priest looked dissatisfied, yelled at Jixi loudly, and almost walked away.

Jixi, on the other hand, defended anxiously, gesticulating as he spoke, tapping his fingers and stamping his feet, shouting in a nonchalant voice: "Back off, back off..."

Zhao Chuanxin looked at it with a smile.

Apparently, the high priest was also here to treat the child.

This is called colleagues being enemies.

Kishi said: "Among us Kanaka people, the older we are, the stronger the ma'na. The high priest doesn't believe that your ma'na is stronger than his, saying that you can't cure Makani. Makani is the wind. My son, on the day he was born, there was a strong wind outside and all the houses on the island were blown down."

Zhao Chuanxin's body was shaken, he was so awesome, he was like the Son of the Wind.

Then, he put his hands behind his hands, and the old god was there: "On the contrary, in our Dragon Clan, the younger you are, the stronger the numbness. The innate Qi of a newborn baby is the strongest. As you get older, the innate Qi gradually Disappear, especially at the age of your high priest, he is basically useless and dying, and his life will not be long."

Jixi hesitated, he did not dare to say these words to the high priest.

Only Li Shutong here can understand English, and he is quite speechless.

Many people in later generations believe that since ancient times, the Han people have felt that they are descendants of the dragon.

This is pure nonsense.

In the feudal dynasty, if ordinary people said that they were descendants of dragons, they would be screwed.

The theory of the descendants of the dragon only emerged in the 1980s.

The Jade Pig Dragon from the Hongshan Culture.

As for what exactly that is? It needs to be verified. Anyway, it will definitely not meet the expectations of the general public. It is likely to be a product that makes people laugh.

Zhao Chuanxin would not mention this kind of thing, because it would lower his qualifications. Li Shutong would not say that he could not cause trouble for Zhao Chuanxin, although his obsessive-compulsive disorder wanted him to emphasize one or two things for Zhao Chuanxin.

Jixi begged the high priest for a few words, but the high priest snorted coldly and stepped aside.

Zhao Chuanxin stepped forward and saw a wound on the little boy's leg. It was long, ulcerated, and even had maggots on it...

There was a knife and a coconut bowl next to the bed. There were maggots dug out of the coconut bowl.

The little boy was trembling all over and sweating profusely.

Although Zhao Chuanxin is not a doctor, he can still figure out what is going on.

He pointed at the wound and asked, "How did you do this?"

Kirsch said: "A few days ago, Makani went to the beach to dig scallops and was scratched by the rocks."

Sometimes there are broken oyster shells left on the rocks, which are as sharp as knives.

Zhao Chuanxin rolled his eyes: "I'm going to give him a method now... ah no, I'm going to give him anesthesia now."

He took out a bottle of alcohol and poured it into his palm.

He took out the match and asked Li Shutong to light it.

Green and yellow flames shot out from his palm.

Zhao Chuanxin shouted loudly: "Kid, you have to pay attention!"

After saying that, he began to recite: "The four great things are cheerful, and the heaven and earth are normal. The mysterious water bathes the dirty and ward off the bad luck. The two emperors guard the door, the seven spirits make their homes, the clouds and the waters are refining, all the qi are mixed and healthy, and the internal and external are chaste, and the body is protected. Huang Shang.

The heaven and earth are infinite, and the universe is borrowed from the law! "

If the flames in his palms hadn't started to burn, Zhao Chuanxin would have had to pretend for a while longer.

He put his hands together and rubbed them vigorously, not only extinguishing the flames, but also rubbing the alcohol evenly.

After that, he quickly applied alcohol on the child's forehead, face, and body.

The high priest's eyes widened.

I think this mantra is much more refreshing than his drowsy whispering recitation.

Although I couldn't understand it, it was catchy and ups and downs, especially the loud shout at the end, which refreshed people's spirits.

Nonsense, can you not cheer me up?

No matter who yells in the "nine shallow and one deep" way, he will definitely shock others.

Under Kixi's self-hypnosis, he suddenly felt so awesome.

Zhao Chuanxin wiped the little boy with alcohol, and the fever went down very quickly.

The little boy stopped sweating immediately, his body obviously felt much better, and his face no longer looked so painful.

The woman asked the child a few questions, and the child answered weakly.

The woman raised her head in surprise and said to Kirsi and the high priest, "Makani is really well."

In fact, the distance is really good, it's still far away, but they can't see that far.

The child was injured, and the wound became infected, causing a fever.

Zhao Chuanxin simply helped him reduce his fever.

Miao Cuihua's eyes flashed, and Zhao Chuanxin was indeed omnipotent.

Li Shutong was stunned and didn't understand the reason.

Ning An and Liu Yuanshan looked full of admiration.

The high priest asked a few questions very quickly, and Jixi translated: "Sir, the high priest asked you, what kind of divine power have you summoned?"

Zhao Chuanxin stood up and stood with his hands behind his back: "Why do you need to borrow the help of others? I am enough!"

"Then the incantation you recite is not to communicate with the gods?"

"No, I'm just using a special way to communicate the spiritual energy between heaven and earth. Oh, it's what you call Ma Na."

The high priest scratched his heart and asked quickly: "How do you communicate with the numbness in the air?"

Zhao Chuanxin looked at a wooden shelf in the distance, with several shawls printed with Hawaiian honey chrysanthemum patterns hanging on it.

This should be something that belongs to the heroine.

The distance was about four meters. Zhao Chuanxin rolled his eyes, stretched out his fingers, and stamped his feet: "Back off, back off!"

boom……

The wooden shelf was blown out by a gust of wind and hit the wall.

This distance was barely effective, but it did not shatter the wooden frame.

The high priest's mouth dropped open.

"Friends from far away, I sincerely invite you to join us in our summer Raqqa festival," he said.

After hearing Ji Xi's translation, Zhao Chuanxin was stunned.

"Isn't it a sacrifice? Don't try to fool me with any festival celebrations."

Jixi: "..."

Li Shutong covered his face: Others either couldn't say embarrassing things, or he felt guilty and bowed his head after saying it.

Only Zhao Chuanxin can not only embarrass you, but also look straight into your eyes without changing his expression to see how you react.

Jixi hurriedly rummaged through the box and held up a green gem the size of a child's fist.

When everyone saw it, their eyes lit up.

This emerald is crystal clear, a transparent green color, very beautiful.

Zhao Chuanxin blurted out: "Peridot?"

Jixi nodded wildly: "Yes, peridot, a big peridot. The volcano goddess Pele always takes something away, but she always sends these gems. It's just that such a big gem, even if we are in Kanaka It is also rare in the clan. This is the testimony of my Son of Fire. In that volcanic eruption, I was unscathed and got this gem."

Zhao Chuanxin couldn't laugh or cry.