Northeast Daxian Class

When the golden light slowly dissipated, Huang Shiba took the handkerchief Wang Chengren handed over and wiped away his tears.Said with a strong nasal voice: "Everyone come with me."

He followed a dozen or so weasels in a vertical row, circled the grass, and came to a grass where the golden light was still shining. Huang Shiba knelt down on his knees and kowtowed seven times.

A neat gap slowly opened in the grass, and the gap gradually widened until it became a one-meter-square entrance, and a white marble stone step appeared in front of everyone.

A dozen or so weasels happily ran down the steps to the ground, looking at the gods above with their green round eyes in the dark.

Huang Shiba led the way, and everyone walked down the white marble steps and entered the shaman's tomb.

"Hu Yu, were those mechanism designs just your ingenuity?" Xuanwu asked.

Hu Yu said with a smile: "The design is all designed by me, and the ingenuity is proposed by the great shaman himself.

She said that sooner or later, human beings will be able to decipher those dead mechanisms, and some witchcraft and Gu techniques of the ethnic minorities in the Central Plains and the south will cause people to lose their lives.

Simply use a living creature, so that only the living creature can know the mechanism, and this living creature cannot be a human being, and cannot speak, so even if humans find her tomb, they will not be able to open it.

She liked weasels before she was alive, but she raised sticky bean buns, namely Huang Shiba and Xiaodongzao.Xiao Dongzao failed to cultivate and died, leaving only Huang Shiba. The great shaman couldn't bear to raise him anymore, and he was sad if he died again.

From the time I designed the formation to open the tomb, the big shaman handed it over to the third child. The third child was stalking the weasel in the woods when he saw it, and he caught it and learned it. In the end, he taught more than 50 of them. Weasel's "8" formation to open the tomb.

These more than 50 were passed down from generation to generation. I don’t know how many generations. Except for the stupid, stupid, and dead, this formation is also engraved into the genes of the Xing’an Mountain weasel.

Huang Shiba pointed to the fattest weasel and said, "Master Xuanwu, look at the fattest and oldest one, it is also practicing Dharma. It's just that the talent is limited, and I am not as good at teaching as grandma shaman.

It has also been cultivated for a hundred years, but it has not been able to achieve anything. It can't change form or speak human words, but it is hardworking. If it doesn't fall once, it worships the moon in this forest, and usually teaches the little treasures in the forest this "" 8" character array.

Great God Xuanwu, do you think it is capable of enlightenment? "

The fat weasel seemed to know that he was talking about it, and hurriedly ran from the front to Huang Shiba's feet, hooked Huang Shiba's trouser legs with its hind paws, raised its front paws, and thanked the Xuanwu God next to it, then shook its head vigorously .

Xuan Wu smiled and said, "You don't want to be enlightened."

The fat weasel nodded, and then ran back to the front of the line.

Hu Yu praised: "Brother Wu, what do you think, our big and small immortals in the Northeast are so sincere. Don't take shortcuts, just practice on your own, and don't be lazy at all.

If you want me to say this is very good, the practice is solid, and I can endure loneliness, not impetuous or utilitarian.

At the beginning, my uncle said to help me operate and cultivate Nine-Tails as soon as possible, but I didn't do it. I have to work hard on everything. "

Huang Shiba said: "Brother, you are still right, I was the one who was abrupt just now.

The Great God of Xuanwu, you can give him a name, I will call him Dabao, and he doesn’t even have a name, if you give him a name with deep knowledge, he will be counted as number one in Xing’anling from now on.”

Hearing Huang Shiba's words, the old weasel ran back from the front again to Xuanwu's feet and made a sudden stop. He sat firmly in front of Xuanwu, with his two front paws stretched out, the round black bean staring with a dignified posture. Look at Xuanwu.

Hu Yu looked at the old weasel, poked the weasel's round face with his hand, and said, "Look at you, you are fat. Didn't you eat all the pheasants in this forest? A weasel is almost fat like a raccoon dog, how old is it?" Eat less when you get older, or you'll be a little fat if you change your form, and I have to send you to a weight loss training camp."

Huang Weasel dodged Hu Yu's hand in embarrassment, looked at his chubby belly, and let out creepy laughter and screams.

Huang Shiba hurriedly stopped and said, "Okay, don't yell, there are geese here, I'm afraid of your strange movement, hurry up and ask Xuanwu God to give you a good name."

Xuanwu looked at the weasel in front of him and said: "This weasel is old and round, with smooth and shiny fur. Let's call it Huangshu. Shu is the ancient name for soybeans in the Central Plains. He is yellow and fat like a bean.

He is old and old, and he is not young in this forest, and calling "Uncle" is also a lot of fun. "

Hu Yu smiled and put his arms around Xuanwu's shoulder, patted and said: "Brother Wu, you know how to pronounce homophones now. Your name is really cultured. We should have known each other earlier. You can give me a name too, and I will give you a name." I won't be named!"

Xuanwu looked at Hu Yu's hand on his shoulder, his face was a bit obscure in this dark tomb.

Liu Chengshuang pretended to cough twice and said, "Brother, pay attention to the influence and respect the leader."

Wang Chengren also said: "Old Hu, the Xuanwu Great God is your superior, you think he is like us, you can do whatever you want."

It's okay not to mention this, but when Hu Yuyi hugged him even tighter, he responded domineeringly: "I'm comparable to kissing you with Brother Wu now!

Let's just make do with each other.I think I will continue to be friends for the sake of knowing you for so many years.

Brother Wu and I are quack iron now, isn’t it, Brother Wu? "

Before Xuanwu could answer, a group of weasels screamed wildly. Huang Shiba pointed to a brightly painted pine coffin in the open space of the stone hall and said, "Here we are, this is my grandma's coffin. Get out of the way, everyone." , I will open the coffin and pick it up for my grandma."

Little Jiaolong asked Wang Chengren in a low voice, puzzled: "Isn't it impossible to open the coffin easily? Will it disturb the rest of the ancestors?"

Wang Chengren: "Shamanism does not pay attention to this. We have few outsiders and fewer ancestors. If there is something to do, we can find the ancestors who died at home and ask them. This is not disrespectful."

I saw Huang Shiba took out a sheepskin bag from his pocket, with a pair of silver buckles on the seal, and a majestic big rooster was embroidered on the small sheepskin bag, which was Huang Shiba's treasure. bag.Huang Shiba reached in and took out a Wenwang drum.

This drumhead is made of black goatskin, and there is nothing recognizable painted on it, just simple circular lines and vertical straight lines.The drum brace is an extinct mammoth bone, which is made by soaking and bending with special herbs.The jade bracelets, big coins, bells and double-row copper springs tied around the drum are all gifts from the royal family; the red ropes, yellow tassels and multicolored knots were all woven and decorated by the grandma, the number one shaman in the Qing Dynasty.

The most unique thing is the back of the Wenwang drum, which depicts this weasel without black eyes.This weasel is based on Huang Shiba, which is exactly the same as Huang Shiba's body, and every yellow, white, and black hair is accurately reproduced.I saw this weasel rolled his eyes, half-smile, his front paws were raised high, his body was slightly tilted, and his back paws were outward, which looked very strange.

Huang Shiba gently shook the King Wen drum in his hand, only to hear the jingling of the bell.Then he held the drum in his left hand and lightly tapped the drum surface with a drumstick in his right hand. After two simple hits, he began to read the libretto.

This libretto is completely different from the incomprehensible nonsense babbled by the dancing master in the usual movie.Even if you don't understand the language, you can feel that it is a language that has completed the affectionate and progressive language, just like listening to the recitation of a poem in a foreign language.

As the chanting became full of emotion, Huang Shiba beat the drums faster and faster, slowly turning his body around and dancing with simple steps as the drums sounded.

After jumping a few steps, the coffin moved, and then the lid of the coffin popped up with a "snap".

Huang Shiba stopped and gently pushed the coffin lid, kowtowed seven times on his knees, walked around the coffin, and then wiped the four corners of the coffin with his sleeve. Afterwards, it shines luxuriously.Immediately afterwards, he stretched his hands into the coffin and looked at what seemed to be sorted out.

He quietly looked at the big shaman lying in the coffin, and no one spoke.

After a while, Huang Shiba sighed deeply, then waved to the people around him and said, "You guys haven't seen it before, I love to see how beautiful my grandma is!"

Xiao Jiaolong, Jin Yanxi, Hei Xiongjing and Hong Du came over and looked at the woman lying in the coffin.

The woman was only in her 20s, dressed in a typical Manchu shaman costume, wearing a female shaman hat with a "hat belt" with bear skin and silver bells on it, animal skins on her shoulders, and a god skirt.

There are snakes, turtles, frogs, birds, spiders, foxes and other animal totems cut from animal skins on the skirt, and seven metal bronze mirrors, nine pure gold bells, red coral beads, lapis lazuli pendants and embroidered Nine pouches for different animal cubs.

The animal skin belt is tied around the waist, and there are still complicated decorations and pendants on it. Fish skin gloves are worn on the hands, and the turtle pattern is sewn on the two gloves.Two golden objects were held in each hand.

Underfoot were frogskin boots with toads stitched on them, and solid gold bells on the toes.

The woman's face was as if a living person had fallen asleep, without any signs of rot and dryness, her skin was fair and tender, her lips were rosy and full, her hair was black and thick, and she was tied into a bun on both sides of the hat.The hair is adorned with mother-of-pearl, pearls, coral and emeralds, making it extremely luxurious.

Xiong Mimi looked at the woman in the coffin and said, "This is not the grandma of the shaman, but the empress of the shaman, she must be a fairy descended from the sky."

Huang Shiba said proudly: "Have you ever seen such a beautiful woman? My shaman grandma has infinite merits and is not old or aging. She was almost a hundred years old when she passed away, and she still looks like a little girl.

Her personality is also the same as that of a little girl, just like little Jinoni, but she is strong, loves to play and is also shy. After playing with us for a day, she is too shy to talk to a man.When he saw Brother Hu, he blushed and dared not speak. "

Hu Yu agreed: "That's right, don't say that you dare not speak when you see my third brother and don't dare to look directly at him. I couldn't fix it the first time I came back. I wondered why you didn't talk when you came to me?

Later, I said it was because I was too handsome.I said, what are you embarrassed to do, I just want to talk about it casually, and then I will work together and get familiar with it slowly.

Big honey, is this grandma shaman our respectful name? Don't the Oroqen people also call your big black bears "grandpa" and "grandma"?

Besides, this shaman is eternally youthful, and she is not really young. "

Little Jiaolong looked at the female shaman carefully and asked, "This one doesn't have horse ears either, isn't it a strange person with horse ears?"

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The author has something to say:

Xuanwu: Hu Yu hugged me!You've seen it all! You've seen it all!

Huang Shiba: My shaman grandma is the most beautiful

Shaman: You are so noisy

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