Chapter 1296
King Zami just looked at me with squinted eyes and said nothing. His tall and sturdy figure gave me a great sense of oppression. I relied on the gun in my hand to be brave and not to show any fear.
"Uncle Fu! Help me translate! Tell him the original words!"
Lao Fu was about to speak when he suddenly heard the flat-headed man riding on a horse and wearing a blue robe saying: "Hey, where did you guys come from? You guys are all white-faced. What am I scratching here for? What a brat! You really don’t want to live anymore, do you?”
Unlike other people who can only moan and scream, this person can speak Mandarin, and it’s standard Mandarin, Northeastern style Mandarin!
I was stunned.
I heard him say while riding on the horse: "If you still want to live, just listen to me and throw away the gun! I will say a few words for you, everyone here will listen to me."
The situation is tense, this old shotgun is our greatest reliance, and I will never throw it away easily.
When I came back to my senses, I gasped and asked the man immediately: "You... you are not a Sherpa? Who are you? Where are you from?"
"Bullshit! I'm not a Sherpa!"
He grabbed the reins with both hands and said loudly: "I am the emperor master that everyone here respects!"
"I am Zhang Biao of Northeast Tieling! Imperial Master Zhang Biao!" (pseudonym)
"What are you looking at! Don't look at me like that. Except for you, no one else here can understand Chinese. I say it for the last time, if you want to survive, do as I say!"
"Head?"
He thought for a moment, frowned and said, "The situation is unfavorable. Even if we shoot and kill a few, the remaining Sherpas will surround us. Throw away the guns and listen to this person."
I gritted my teeth and threw away the shotgun in my hand.
Seeing me throwing the gun, Lao Fu breathed a sigh of relief. He was very afraid of the Sherpa community.
Later I learned that Zhang Biao was indeed from Tieling, half a fellow villager with me. He had committed fraud in the Northeast and fled to Miyao Mountain.
As descendants of the three ancient Qiang people, the Sherpa clan is a close clan of the Tangut Dangxiang people. Like the earliest Xixia Dangxiang people, they respect ghosts, gods and witchcraft very much. In particular, they are particularly obsessed with astrology and celestial phenomena. The Sherpa people regard Activities such as observing astrology rituals and offering sacrifices are collectively referred to as: "Ji Jie."
They call people who understand the art of interpretation and have great wisdom the Imperial Master, just like the eminent monk "Emperor Master Reba" of the Kagyu Sect mentioned in the mysterious Xixia documentary.
Zhang Biao from Tieling is a fraudster with a strong learning ability. He learned the Sherpa language in just one year, and through deception, he successfully became the only imperial master in the Sherpa tribe. He was deeply respected by all the Sherpas, including King Zami, and even allowed his tribe to marry four wives in order to please him.
That night, the total lunar eclipse was calculated in advance by his "star deduction".
According to his instructions, these Sherpas were coming to the Dulong River to worship their ancestors. Unexpectedly, they happened to encounter us camping by the river, so they thought we had disrupted their sacrificial activities.
Zhang Biao later told me that he actually didn’t know how to predict celestial phenomena. The reason why he accurately predicted the total lunar eclipse was because last time he took his mobile phone and ran to the experimental field where there was a signal, which was the signal behind Guo Qingzhong’s cabin. In Thane, I checked the weather forecast on my mobile phone in advance.
Seeing me throwing away the gun, Imperial Master Zhang Biao immediately said a few words to King Jami in Sherpa.
The other party nodded repeatedly, but still said a few words.
Zhang Biao looked a little unhappy as he listened.
Subsequently.
King Zami stepped closer. He stuck a knife on the ground with one hand, turned to look at Brother Yu, and said something.
Lao Fu listened carefully and panted and translated: "He...he said you are a warrior and he wants to have a fair duel with you."
After hearing this, Brother Yu frowned and said, "You want to duel with me? What if I win?"
Lao Fu translated again and quickly recovered.
"He said, if you can persist for five minutes, he will let you be the King of Rice."
"Ha ha!"
Brother Yu smiled and said: "I don't want to be a rice king. Just tell him, don't hold on for five minutes. If I knock him down, just let us go."
"This...I dare not say this. Have you ever heard of the legend about the Zami kings of the past generations? Each of them can duel with brown bears and cheetahs in the mountains with their bare hands." Lao Fu said with a fearful expression.
"Haha, brown bears and leopards don't have human brains."
"There's nothing you dare to say, just tell him my exact words."
"My name is Yu Wenbin, from Northern Shaolin."
