Prophets are more popular in the West. If you convert to the East, you are fortune tellers, but there are still big differences between the two.

Fortune tellers only count the present, seek doubts and answer doubts, etc., but what the prophets say often extends far away, and it is very likely to spend thousands of years on a single pole. For example, the more famous Mayan prophecy was written by the Mayan prophets at that time. Moreover, this prophecy is quite irrelevant and awesome. They predict that the Sun Age and the end of the world are coming. This is not very common in the Eastern world. It seems that only the Tuibei picture compiled by Li Chunfeng and Yuan Tiangang of the Tang Dynasty can be compared.

However, the prophet and fortune teller cannot say who is better than the other. They both belong to the same system. They can be said to have their own advantages. If you ask Wang Jingzhe to predict, he can do it, but at most he can count a person's affairs in the next few months, a year and a half, at most, it will not exceed three or five years. No matter how many more he has, it will be difficult for him to break it out, because he does not have the ability and cannot bear this cause and effect.

Wang Jingzhe is still very interested in the prophet, as a person in the same industry. It mainly comes from him that he wants to try it out. If the other party can predict anything from him, like the highly respected living Buddha master in the Jokhang Temple in Tibet last time, he accurately pointed out his questions, but the other party did not answer any questions and answer questions.

Burigude seemed very excited, and he was just restless, feeling a little helpless, as if he had not grown up. It was obvious that for people of his age and experience, this reaction would undoubtedly be like Zhu Bajie entering Miss Gao's boudoir. This was a moment of heartbeat.

"You, have you seen it..." Suddenly, Xiaocao stretched out his hand and pulled Wang Jingzhe's arm hard, and he was trembling a little when he spoke.

"What?" Wang Jingzhe looked along her hand and found a row of shelves outside the window of the wooden house. There were many flowers and plants placed on it, just like the potted flowers raised by ordinary people. Under the row of flowers and plants, several green grasses stood proudly, about four or five centimeters long, and each plant had only three green leaves with small rhizomes.

Wang Jingzhe seemed to be hit by a blow. He stood up from the chair in disbelief, walked over with his feet, then lowered his head and stared at the grass, feeling his throat interfering instantly.

Danqingya, he and Mao Xiaocao spent nearly two months on this trip to the grassland, especially when they entered the hinterland of the grassland and entered the inexplicable shaman origin. Although it was not considered dangerous, it was not easy to come. Unexpectedly, he saw the last little grass, the last little grass, and it really grew here.

Burigude was also confused. He turned his head and looked for a long time, and asked in surprise: "Is this found?"

He felt it was a bit incredible. This could not be considered a search at all. It was just delivered to the door. How could a word describe the mood at this moment?

Wang Jingzhe rubbed his face and had the idea of ​​reaching out to pick it up, but at this time a figure came quietly from the door. The old woman came back, and her eyes fell on the window according to his eyes.

Burigude quickly saluted and asked respectfully. The old lady said "yes" and then quietly looked at Wang Jingzhe.

Although this old man is old, you should think that she is dizzy and is wrong. On the contrary, there seems to be a gleam in the eyes of the other party, which makes Wang Jingzhe's heart tremble. For example, the awesome people he has seen over the years, Xiang Que, Wang Xianzhi and Wang Kunlun are counted. His grandfather Wang Fengrao and the one in the Tibetan temple are the same. There are not many left, and this old lady should be able to be listed.

It was not because Burigude pointed out that she was a great prophet of the shaman, but that Wang Jingzhe felt a vicissitudes and quaint atmosphere from her.

She is definitely not the kind of martial arts master who knows the skills of swords, guns, swords and halberds, but her mouth should be shocking.

"Guests from afar, I represent the gods of nature, welcome you..."

A fiery red bonfire was lit in the open space outside the wooden house, and a large cluster of wood was burning. The unclothed Tungus people held hands and danced enthusiastically around the bonfire, singing tones that they could not understand at all.

Wang Jingzhe, Burigude and Xiaocao sat near the fire, with a lot of food and wine placed in front of him.

The shaman's prophets were on a chair not too far from them.

"It's quite hospitable," Wang Jingzhe nodded.

Burigude said: "This is the most solemn ceremony for shamans to receive guests. Shamans worship fire and worship fire. The higher the fire, the stronger the fire, the more important it is, it means that we are valued. This kind of etiquette is rare, unless it is used during sacrifices."

Wang Jingzhe turned his head and asked, "Then do you think we are worthy of her welcome? It's just because, maybe it was the first time we entered here many years ago, or because of something else? I think if they want outsiders to come in, they should be fine at any time, such as removing the miasma."

Burigude was silent for a moment, shook his head, but he was puzzled.

"I won't mention this for the time being. Do you think if I told her that if I wanted that flower bud, would she refuse? Since it is so hospitable, I don't think my request is a difficult task. Maybe there is no problem?"

"I will tell her after tonight," Burigud nodded.

"Well, thank you." Wang Jingzhe twisted his head, drifted not far away through the firelight, and landed on the prophet.

He really wanted to see the old man's face. It was really as Burigude said. Is there a soul in her body that has been floating for many years? That would be incredible.

It seemed as if someone was looking at her. The old lady turned her head gently and looked at Wang Jingzhe. After the two of them had contacted each other, they had not separated for a long time.

Wang Jingzhe did not see the other party clearly, not because he could not see it, but because he could not see it clearly.

It seemed as if I saw a cloud and a fog.
Chapter completed!