"I don't know anything. If you have anything to say, just talk."
The old man took a puff of cigarette, 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 subject, he only knew some basic knowledge of Feng Shui formations, and this was because their tribe's collection of books was complex enough.
"Okay, brother, I will definitely speak up if I need anything."
Grandpa smiled and nodded. This is a favor from the boss. Whether you use him or not is one thing. But he has spoken out, so naturally this favor must be acknowledged.
In the Yue Family's tent, Grandpa and the others were having a good time, 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 mouth. Not big, with very 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 formations invited by the shaman. This great master just walked around the top of Erlong Mountain. He did not make various 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. Also be accurate.
The old man walked around and 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 great elder and the others in the shaman saint's tent.
"How's it going?"
The shaman saint waited for the two parties to greet each other, and after watching the black-robed old man sit firmly, she 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. (It’s just an old pervert who got interested in sex and stared at the shaman saint in a lewd way.)
"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 signaled 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 was 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 party 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. The great elder would definitely come forward at this time. 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, and he was 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 be serious. It's rude, even if the shaman saint beats him out, it is already polite to invite 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 guests.
The two 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 were two old men sitting opposite each other in the tent. They were both dressed in black robes. Without looking at their faces, they could be distinguished by two things. One was that the elder’s hair was gray, which means white, black and gray. The hair color 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, aren't you afraid that my shaman will fall out by doing this?"
The great elder picked up the tureen 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 him with eyes that 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.
"Now is the new dynasty, there are no masters and slaves. We made it clear when we were in Manchuria, the shaman is the shaman, and the demon is still the demon. From that time on, the relationship has been severed."
The great elder glanced at the old man, turned the tureen in his hand on his fingertips, and landed steadily on the tea cup.
"Broken off? Then you still dare to find me?"
The old man narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the elder shaman across from him, 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 Guomubo."
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 feel that we are being targeted now, you are trying to start a new stove, I just don't know if your stove is strong or not ?”
When the old man saw that the great elder was a little angry, he immediately became happy and laughed. The depression of being kicked out just now was wiped away. He continued to criticize the great elder in his words, 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. .
