forest developer

Chapter 6 The Legend of the Durunk Clan

As Du Juan talked, she couldn't help crying: "It's all my fault! I shouldn't be stupid! I forced my godfather to plant these trees that would take decades or even hundreds of years to grow. Dead godfather!"

The atmosphere in the cabin was a bit depressing.

Looking at Du Juan who kept crying, Ling Zikai was a little helpless, not knowing what to say.

Fortunately, after a while, Du Juan's mood slowly returned to calm, and he said, "Do you want to know why I stopped my godfather from planting the fast-growing forest?"

Ling Zikai nodded silently.

Du Juan sighed, looked at Ling Zikai and said, "Because I am from the Dulunke tribe. My ancestor used to be the guardian of this big forest, a shaman!"

"Master Shaman!"

Du Juan looked at the astonished Ling Zikai and asked in puzzlement, "Do you know what a shaman is?"

Ling Zikai nodded and said hesitantly, "Last night, I had a strange dream!"

"What did you dream about? Can you tell me about it? This is very important to me!" Du Juan asked eagerly as if he had anticipated something.

Seeing her solemn expression, Ling Zikai recalled what happened in the dream. Although it was a bit strange, it was not a secret, so he said, "I saw an old man with a white beard in my dream. He said he wanted me to be a shaman! "

"Did you really meet an old man with a white beard, did he really want you to be a shaman?"

Du Juan was a little unsure, and repeated his words, his face full of excitement.

"Is this weird? Is that just a dream?"

"No, you are not dreaming! That is the true spirit of the ancestor god talking to you!"

Du Juan suddenly knelt down towards Ling Zikai and kowtowed three times with both hands on his forehead: "From now on, you will be the shaman of our Dulunke tribe!"

Ling Zikai jumped up in fright, and said incoherently, "You, what do you mean? Get up!"

Seeing that Ling Zikai's face turned pale, Du Juan knew that he had frightened him, so he hurriedly stood up.

"Could it be that you have suffered from some disease before, and now it has an attack?"

Ling Zikai suddenly wondered whether Du Juan had a history of insanity, fearing that something terrible would happen again, so he hurried to the door, trying to escape from the cabin.

Du Juan blocked the door and said: "Don't go, listen to me! Do you think I look like a sick person?"

Ling Zikai saw that her eyes were as clear as a spring, and her expression was normal, so she calmed down slightly and said, "As long as you have something to say, don't do any more frightening actions."

Du Juan remembered what he did just now, and smiled embarrassedly: "Don't worry! Even if there is something abnormal about me, can you, a big man, not be able to deal with me, a weak woman?"

Feeling that his words were a little too ambiguous, Du Juan couldn't help but blushed, and quickly said seriously: "Have you heard of the Dulunke tribe?"

Ling Zikai nodded, knowing that they were a minority ethnic group in the northern region. They lived on hunting. Their population was small and they were almost on the verge of extinction.

"I am a member of the Durenke tribe."

After regaining his composure, Du Juan said slowly: "Our ancestors have lived in the Xing'an Mountains for generations, and we are called 'people in the mountains'. No matter how many years of torture or the baptism of war, we can't let us leave. This thousand-mile mountain is our home, because here, there are great ancestors who care for us all the time, driving away darkness, severe cold, hunger, pain, and sorrow for us; bringing us light, warmth, Wisdom and strength!"

"Whenever the homeland is invaded by demons, the omnipotent ancestor god will send a messenger to rescue his people. This messenger is the guardian of the mountain, the noble shaman! He has the soul bestowed by the ancestor god and is wisdom. and the embodiment of power."

"My ancestor was a shaman. Before he died, he left us a token of the ancestor god. It is said that it was a bone left over from the ancestor god, and the soul of the ancestor god was entrusted in it. My ancestor asked us to represent He is looking for the new owner of the token. The ancestors said that if the new owner appears in front of the token, the token will become abnormal."

"And when that person touches the token, the token will disappear, and the person who touches the token will become a new generation of shaman. Because he is the messenger chosen by the ancestor gods, the ancestor gods will summon him and give him soul, wisdom and strength .And that person will protect us from disaster!"

"That keepsake, as a sacred object of our Durunk tribe, has been handed down until now, but no one has been able to become a new generation of shaman."

"So, what now? Do you want to say that you feel that I have the possibility of becoming a new generation of shaman!"

Ling Zikai felt that the other party was telling a bizarre fairy tale just now, which was very ridiculous, so he said something in a mocking tone.

"That's right, when I saw you, the token appeared abnormal. I tried it several times, and every time I left you, the token did not change, but when I approached you, the token became abnormal. From this, it can be concluded that you are the new owner of the keepsake!
"What are you kidding!"

"I forbid you to speak like this, that is an insult to the ancestor god!"

Du Juan's face was a little angry: "And, just last night, after I put the token on your chest, the token disappeared!"

"What token? What did you do to me last night?"

Ling Zikai felt a little scared, he must have been poisoned by some kind of poison!

"Don't worry, I just want to test it with tokens to see if you are destined to be with the ancestor god. I didn't expect you to be selected and even summoned by the ancestor god."

"That was a dream I had!"

Ling Zikai argued that he didn't want to entangle with this woman any longer: "Get out of the way, I'm leaving, I'm going back to Jiangnan province!"

"No, you can't go. You are already a generation of shaman. As a guardian, you can't leave this thousand-mile mountain. Otherwise, even if you reach the ends of the earth, I and my clan will find you back!"

Ling Zikai felt a little headache and didn't know what to do
Only then can this woman give up that ridiculous idea.

Seeing her resolute face, if I don't agree, maybe she will chase after me when I return to Jiangnan Province.

How to solve this trouble?Ling Zikai said helplessly:
"Okay, since you keep saying that I am a new generation of shaman and that the ancestor gods have bestowed soul and power, then let me see what kind of power this is! If I can really feel that I have this power , just believe that what you said is true, this is the head office!"

"You come with me!"

Du Juan walked out of the wooden house as he spoke, and walked along a ridge to the top of a mountain.Ling Zikai didn't believe that the other party could find something to prove himself, so he followed.

It took about a mile of mountain road.

Rhododendron brought him to a birch tree.The white birch tree has grown for hundreds of years. It is more than 30 meters high and more than two meters in diameter. It stands proudly in the forest, like the king of trees.

Dujuan went under the tree and bowed three times to the birch king.Seeing Ling Zikai standing behind him with no intention of worshiping, he couldn't help thinking: "No matter what you think in your heart, when you enter the mountain, you must respect the rules of the mountain."

Ling Zikai's hometown, Ouzhou, is close to the sea. When he was a child, he often saw fishermen worshiping the sea god before going out to sea.The so-called do as the Romans do, this birch tree is probably the god in the hearts of the mountain people.

Ling Zikai did not refuse when he heard the words, and bowed to the birch tree three times.

Du Juan walked up to the birch tree and said to Ling Zikai, "Come here and put your hands on this tree trunk!"

Ling Zikai didn't know what she meant by asking him to do this, so he stepped forward and pressed his hands on the tree.

I saw Dujuan clasping his hands together, caressing his forehead, and began to sing in his mouth.The speed was so fast that it was impossible to hear what tune she was singing, it sounded like spells.

Just when Ling Zikai was wondering, a strange thing happened.

The bark of the birch tree seemed to be peeled off continuously by an invisible hand, turned over piece by piece, fell on Ling Zikai's hand, and then turned into powder and disappeared on the ground.

Ling Zikai only felt a cool energy coming from his arms, spreading to every part of his body, and his whole body was soaked in an indescribable sense of comfort.

"How is this going?"

Ling Zikai was stunned by the scene in front of him.

"This is the power that the ancestor god bestowed on you!"

The cuckoo stopped singing, the birch tree no longer dropped its bark, and the magical energy that had been transmitted into Ling Zikai's body also disappeared.

"How do you know this is the power of the ancestor god? Can you feel this energy?"

Du Juan shook his head: "According to the records of our ancestors, some ancient things in the mountains are the incarnations of the ancestor gods, the elves of all things! They contain the soul and power of the ancestor gods!"

"As the guardian of the mountain, every shaman can discover the existence of these elves and has the right to absorb their power!"

"How do you know that this birch tree is an elf?"

"Because in this forest, this birch tree is the oldest. If it weren't for the elves, it would not be able to become the tree king in this forest!"

"Of course, it's not just birch trees. Anything in the mountains may become an elf. You need to find it slowly in the future!"

"Now you should admit that you are a shaman!"

Ling Zikai was speechless.Although what happened just now was unbelievable, but after all, he witnessed and felt it with his own eyes, which made it hard for him to deny it.

"Right now you're not a real shaman, because you can't use these energies yet."

"How can I use it?" Ling Zikai asked curiously.

"Because you haven't got the inheritance from the previous generation of shamans!"

"How can I get it?"

"It's very simple. The inheritance of the previous generation of shamans is with me. As long as you face this mountain and swear that you are willing to be a real shaman and guard this thousand-mile mountain forever, I can pass it on to you now. "

Ling Zikai felt like a little rabbit being tempted by carrots. He clearly knew that there were many uncertain factors ahead, but he still walked through it step by step.

This temptation made him unable to extricate himself!

(End of this chapter)