webnovelfull Chapter 445: The Messenger of Changshengtian
Chapter 445: The Messenger of Changshengtian
As soon as these words came out, Hu Yan's eyelashes trembled.
He looked carefully at the shaman's face, trying to find some flaws.
Is this person really so amazing?
You can tell the truth without even taking the patient's pulse?
Although they couldn't communicate in the same language, the shaman's smile was so peaceful and kind that Hu Yan gradually calmed down and stopped thinking about other things.
The old hand was placed on the man's head, and the shaman slowly closed his eyes.
At this moment, the Star Picking Courtyard was so quiet that even the sound of breathing could be heard clearly.
Jiang An didn't know how long it had been. The moment she saw the shaman put his hand down, she asked anxiously, "How is it? Can it be cured?"
Hu Yan opened his eyes, but didn't feel any changes in himself.
The shaman muttered something again, and his eyes that saw through everything in the world fell on the little girl, as if he was looking at some rare treasure.
The slave placed his right hand close to his heart and bowed, translating, "God of Heaven, this young man has found you and can be saved."
"The shaman said that although this young man may not die of old age, with your help, he can still linger in the world for another ten years."
"I?"
Jiang An pointed at himself and asked, "Can I save Hu Yan?"
She doesn't understand.
Not only did she not understand, but everyone present did not understand.
The little girl is a human being, not some medicinal herb that can be used as medicine, and she doesn't have any medical skills. How can she save people?
The shaman nodded, muttered something quickly and softly, and gradually approached Jiang An.
Jiang An didn't understand, and there was nothing to be afraid of in her own territory, so she didn't move.
Her old father, who was standing guard beside her, silently put his hands behind his back, clenched his palms to gather internal strength, waiting for this person to have any bad intentions so he could kill him with one blow.
But what they imagined did not happen...
The shaman simply bowed to the little girl politely.
Jiang An was even more confused and wanted to help the person up.
"You have come from afar to treat the people in our Zhenguo Palace. We should thank you. You..."
There were a few bang sounds, and it turned out that the slaves knelt down.
They fell to their knees, and the force sounded painful.
The veins on Jiang An's forehead popped, "What are you doing again?!"
She had had enough shocks in one day!
A slave explained: "In the customs of Mobei and Cangmo, shamans can not only cure diseases and save lives, they are also messengers of Changshengtian and convey the will of heaven!"
Therefore, their status on the grassland is extremely high, and sometimes even surpasses the orders of the king!
"Shamans don't need to salute the king on the grassland..."
The only one they want to worship is Eternal Heaven!
This is also the reason why they knelt so happily.
"The shaman saluted you, which means you must have been sent by the Eternal Heaven!"
"what?"
The little girl was a little confused after hearing all this.
So what they mean is that Jiang An was sent by God? ?
Why don’t they say that she is God’s biological daughter? It’s really... getting more and more outrageous!
"Whether I was sent by the Eternal Heaven or not, I don't know."
"But I am sure..."
Jiang An said speechlessly: "I am a southern businessman."
The slave was silent for a moment, and actually felt that what the county lord of Nanshang said made some sense.
So he asked the shaman in the tribal language why Changshengtian sent messengers to Nanshang?
"Eternal Heaven is the Eternal Heaven, not just the Eternal Heaven of Mobei..."
Where the little girl is born and where she grows up is all arranged by Changshengtian.
The shaman stretched out his hand tremblingly, palm facing upward, bowed his head and murmured, "You pity the world, and you die without any regrets. A dead tree makes hundreds of flowers bloom. Your merits in this life surpass those of heaven..."
"If you want to save this young master, you have to do it."
What does it mean that one withered tree gives rise to hundreds of flowers blooming?
What does "this life" mean?
What this means is that... the little girl did something in her previous life that even God couldn't do, so she is blessed in this life?
Hu Yan and Jiang Jichen looked at each other at the same time, and suddenly remembered the Lantern Festival parade when Jiang An was three years old, and the words and the Bodhi tree that the national teacher stopped him in the street.
This shaman has never even left the grassland, and the national teacher has never left Nanshang, so it is impossible for the two to know each other.
But they have the same story...
Apart from the fact that they were in sync with each other, the only possibility was that they were telling the truth.
While the two were frantically calculating, the little girl had already placed her hand on the shaman's palm without hesitation.
She just asked: "Can I really save him?"
The shaman nodded.
Jiang An's eyes gleamed, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He said, "If I save him once, he can live ten more years..."
"What if it happens a second time... a third time..."
Now it was the Shaman's turn to be confused.
He quickly shook his head, his accessories jingling in shock.
The slave translated: "You can only save him this way once..."
"The second time, he will live another ten years, and you will lose ten years. The third time... both you and him will be taken away by Changshengtian."
The shaman turned around to look at Hu Yan and said, "Eternal Heaven has compassion on the world, but it is also fair."
Life span cannot be changed, but this young man is a person with great fortune...
Changshengtian always turns a blind eye to the children he loves.
It turns out that God is a doting child.
Before Jiang An could finish muttering in her heart, she was suddenly startled by a loud thunder.
The little girl looked up, "It's winter!"
Are you suitable for thunder?
I just muttered to myself.
Miser, drink cold water, huh!
"What about the first time?"
Hu Yan asked, frowning.
Shaman: "She will only sleep for a few days."
Before Jiang Jichen, the old father, could say anything, Hu Yan was the first to say he disagreed.
Jiang Jichen had no choice but to swallow back the words he had prepared.
The prayers and blessings used by shamans to save people are not just any medicinal ingredients!
If it really works, no one knows what will happen in the process, just in case... just in case...
"Do not worry!"
Jiang An grinned, "The people Haibieji found must be reliable."
As long as Haibieji didn't suddenly change his mind, she should know whether to choose to be a vassal of Cangmo or to be one of the new four major countries.
Finally the topic comes back to this matter...
"I really want to know what you said to King Mobei?"
Hu Yan's face was full of curiosity, but he no longer resisted using shamanism to prolong his life.
The little girl could be considered half his apprentice, and she grew up under the influence of the prince.
Jiang An is someone like him who would not be deceived without realizing it.
It is very simple for a shaman to save people and there is no need to make excessive preparations, so the day was set for the afternoon.
The palace was under martial law within just an hour, and three layers of personal guards were stationed inside and outside the Zhaixing Courtyard, with everyone waiting in the corridor.
Xie Yunshan, who was listening to music outside, was also grabbed by the neck and pulled back by Jiang Jiu who was sent by the prince.