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459. Saman sacrificial ceremony

"I am also a Manchu, but I went to school in the town, and our place is not closed and has everything, so the culture is similar to that of your Han people." Gao Nier replied.

"Oh? Is the surname Gao also a Manchu? Gao Jia's name?" After saying that, I felt a little embarrassed myself, giving others the surname of Li Dai blind.

"Haha, our Gao family is the descendant of the Guo Bulao family. Your Chinese translation is different, it is also called Guo Luoluo or Guo Boluo."

Guo Bulao? No wonder this girl looks so familiar. As soon as she said she was a descendant of Guo Bulo, I immediately remembered that this girl was with the stolen ancient treasure that we accidentally discovered while bathing in the hot springs of Songhua Stream.

The beautiful jade carvings in front of the tomb bear some resemblance, especially the facial features and figure, which are basically carved from the same mold.

I turned around and looked at Mihui and Lanzi, and they obviously noticed it too. They nodded in surprise.

"Wushuang? What? Is there something wrong?" She looked at us with strange expressions and was a little embarrassed, thinking that we were talking about her last name.

"No, no, no, haha... It's good, it's good. You look very similar to one of my former friends. What a coincidence. Dabao, how about you two continue to have a romantic relationship? Let's hang out again."

I carried them both one by one to other places to watch the fun.

"Brother, why are there so many descendants of the Guobulu family nearby?" Meihui asked.

I said this couldn't be a coincidence. Look, Dabao is considered to be a prominent family member in the village, and his father is the leader of Ezhen. If you look at that girl again, you can see that she has received higher education from outside. Dabao only has one

Family, but family is nothing in this era. He is stupid and stupid, and only has a handful of strength. How can this girl like him? I think it was probably Guo Guo who was a few hundred years ago.

The Bro family and the Tong Jia family have had a marriage contract for generations. Look at the beauty in the ancient tomb, she is also the Guo Bro family, and she married into a well-established family, which confirms my guess.

At this time, everyone stopped the commotion and bustling, and the crowd gradually rushed to the bonfire in the center, gathered around and stood in solemnity. Old Secretary Tong Jiefang read a lot of Manchu according to the script, nothing more than welcoming friends from all walks of life to watch the ceremony

The polite words. Then came the final part of the ceremony. Several of the oldest elders in the village were dressed in ancient animal skins and masks. They were holding animal skin drums, wooden staffs, or

Ring the bell. That fascinating shamanic dance is about to take place.

Because I had suffered losses before, I couldn't help but feel nervous. I quickly shook my nose and took a sniff, but I couldn't find the fragrant scent of datura grass. I was relieved. The shaman dances in the village were just for show.

, for us, there is nothing special about it. A group of strange old men were whining and crying, and the things in Wu Xuan’s hands were tinkling. Compared with the mandala that Mouse and I had in the Crow Temple,

The hallucination that appeared in Kusame's eyes was that the shamanic dance she saw that time was not of the same level.

In fact, these shaman dances have lost most of their original meanings and are just a form. After hundreds of years, not many of them can be truly passed down. They seem to be similar to those who engage in feudal superstition to dance to the gods. But I believe that in the world
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