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Chapter 136

It was about the safety of the old man, so Zhang Siping went out and explained it himself.

Within a few minutes, a bowl of ginseng soup was cooked and brought in.

Mr. Wu personally fed the ginseng soup to the old man.

Although considering that the old man was old and at the weakest moment, he only ordered to cut three slices of ginseng, but after the old man took it, a blush appeared on his face.

Of course, this is only a superficial phenomenon seen by the people present. What Ling Zikai saw in his consciousness is that the life wave line in the old man's body has obviously strengthened, and he can feel a trace of pure energy slowly flowing in his body. .

This energy is naturally the ginseng essence contained in the ginseng soup, which is full of vitality and nourishes the old man's body.

In the past, I often heard people say that even people who are dying of life, after taking wild ginseng, can return to life and hold their last breath in life. It seems that it is not an exaggeration.

Seeing that ginseng really has such miraculous effects, Ling Zikai couldn't help feeling a burst of emotion, no wonder he was called the "King of Herbs".

However, he knew that with the current situation of the old man, it was difficult to see immediate results just by relying on the medicinal effect of this old mountain ginseng, so he secretly injected a trace of the energy of the ancestor god into his body through his consciousness.

If the old ginseng brought vitality to the old man before, then this ancestral god energy is the essence of life, which immediately awakened the old man who was in a coma, and made him slowly open his eyes.

Seeing the old man wake up, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Professor Wu took out the silver needle stuck on the old man's body, and asked in a low voice, "Mr. Zhang, how do you feel now?"

Mr. Zhang shook his head slightly, indicating that he was fine.

"Dad, I think you should go to the hospital for a comprehensive examination and recuperate for a while!"

Zhang Siping knew that what the old man hated most in his life was going to the hospital, but he still bit the bullet and stepped forward to persuade him.

Sure enough, as Zhang Siping expected, when he heard that he was being asked to go to the hospital, the old man widened his eyes and said, "I don't have any serious illness. Why go to the hospital?"

Professor Wu next to him was about to persuade him, but the old man had already said, "I know my body best. Going to the hospital is not of much use, so don't go through all the troubles. Siping, did you invite the person I asked you to invite? "

Zhang Siping quickly turned his head and shouted to Du Juan who was standing by the corner: "Miss Du Juan, the old man asked you to come here!"

After Du Juan and Ling Zikai looked at each other, they walked up to the old man.

"Grandpa Zhang, is there anything you want us to do?" Du Juan bent down and asked.

The old man nodded to Du Juan, and then looked at Ling Zikai, with a trace of curiosity and speculation in his eyes.

Ling Zikai stretched out his hand to hold the old man's hand, and secretly injected a trace of the energy of the ancestor god.

When the energy entered the old man's body, a bright light suddenly flashed in his eyes, his face showed excitement, and then he immediately returned to normal, waved to everyone in the room, signaling them to go out.

After only Du Juan and Ling Zikai were left in the room, the old man suddenly asked Ling Zikai, "Are you the new generation shaman of the Dulunke tribe?"

Ling Zikai was taken aback, and couldn't help but ask back, "How do you know?"

Seeing that Ling Zikai did not deny his identity, the old man couldn't help showing a deep yearning. After a long time, he said leisurely: "60 years ago, I was seriously injured in a battle. Du Juan's grandfather Bo Hai died from the pile of dead people. After finding me and seeing that I was dying, he carried me to a mysterious place in Xing'an Primeval Forest."

Seeing the old man suddenly talking about the past, Du Juan and Ling Zikai felt a little curious, and listened quietly to his continued narration.

"It's very secretive in that place. If there is no acquaintance to lead the way, outsiders can't find it at all. Bohai said that he once came down once under the leadership of the seniors in the clan, and there lived one of the most distinguished members of your Durenke clan." Lord Shaman possesses omnipotent abilities. If he is willing to make a move, he will definitely be able to heal my injury.

The shaman has white hair all over his head, but he looks like he is only 40 or [-] years old, and he has a mysterious aura about him.

Because I am a Han Chinese, the shaman had no intention of curing my illness. Later, after Bo Hai pleaded hard, he reluctantly agreed, and at the same time asked Bo Hai to agree to one of his conditions.

At that time, I was in a coma because of my serious injuries, so I didn't know what conditions Bo Hai agreed to.

It wasn't until later, when I forced Bo Hai to join the revolution, that he told me that the condition he agreed to the shaman was that he would never leave this mountain and must be a guardian of the Dulenk tribe.

In order to save me, Bo Hai swore an oath that he would never leave Dashan in his whole life.It's a pity that all his outstanding abilities have been buried. If it weren't for me, there would definitely be an all-powerful founding general in the military history of the Republic.

I don't know how the shaman cured my illness.But during the treatment, I felt a warm current swimming in my body, and my whole body seemed to be bathed in a hot spring, which was very comfortable.

When I woke up, I was surprised to find that not only had the wounds on my body healed, but my body was stronger than before, with inexhaustible strength all over my body. "

When the old man said this, he glanced at Ling Zikai and said meaningfully: "Just now, I felt the same kind of warm current swimming in my body again. So, your identity is self-evident. It is said that the shaman of the Durunke tribe is very mysterious. The dragon sees its head but does not see its end. It is difficult for outsiders to see it except your tribe. Unexpectedly, I not only met two generations of shamans in my life, but also At the most critical time, he saved my life!"

"Do you know where that shaman lived back then? Is he still alive?" Ling Zikai asked eagerly.

The old man shook his head, glanced at Du Juan, and said, "You should ask the girl this question. Only the members of the Dulunke tribe can find their guardian!"

Seeing Ling Zikai's expectant eyes, Du Juan said: "My grandfather said that although every tribe living in the Xing'an Mountains has its own shaman with some strange abilities, it is because they only got one of the ancestral gods. It is not a kind of inheritance, so it is not a real shaman.

In this world, there is always only one shaman in the true sense who owns all the inheritance of the ancestor gods, and they are all passed down in the same line.Only when the previous generation of shaman dies, will there be a new successor.

The shamans of the past dynasties lived in no fixed place, and the dragon could not see the end. Unless he was willing to show up on his own initiative, it would be impossible to find him at all.Moreover, in normal times, he lives as an ordinary person, even if he is standing by your side, you will not find out.Just like Zikai you are now, if you don't reveal your identity, who will know that you are a shaman!
So, if the person Grandpa Zhang saw back then was a real shaman, he must not be in this world now, otherwise you wouldn't be a shaman. "

Ling Zikai asked with some doubts: "What if I am a fake shaman who only got a certain kind of inheritance?"

Du Juan was obviously displeased with his doubts. After looking at Ling Zikai with dissatisfaction, he said in a proud tone: "Although it has been a long time since there has been a shaman in our Dulunke tribe, as long as he is born, It must be a real shaman who has a complete inheritance of the ancestor gods. Because we are the tribe of the ancestor gods, the blood of the ancestor gods is circulating in our bodies!"

But I am not a member of your Dulunke tribe, where did the blood of the ancestor god come from?
Ling Zikai murmured in his heart, but he didn't say it, so as not to make Du Juan unhappy again.

"Actually, it's very simple to know if you are a real shaman!"

The old man pointed to a wooden box in the room, and said to Du Juan: "Girl, open that box, and help me get a small box inside."

(End of this chapter)