The System Let Me Go Fortune Telling

Chapter 668-The Power of the Chief

In the vast area south of the Sahara, the chief is a very awe-inspiring term for ordinary people, especially in such relatively closed villages, where chiefs are the reborn parents of the villagers.

The chief controls the ethnic group, the sacrificial activities of the village, the distribution of resources, and the communication with the outside world, trade, and even trivial family matters of the tribe or villagers. As long as they are undecided, they have to go to the chief for a ruling.

The chief said what should be done, then what should be done, other people must not have any objections, and it is useless to object.

Even if you don’t want to, the people of the tribe will force you to follow the chief’s words.

In particular, the great chiefs of some large ethnic groups or tribes almost existed like earth emperors, and in fact they were also called earth kings.

These people are extremely powerful, wealthy and extravagant. There are many who marry dozens of wives and have more than 100 babies.

The chiefs of Naha and their village, because the area under their jurisdiction is small, there are not many people, and the terrain is relatively remote, so they don’t seem to be very compelling.

But for ordinary villagers like Naha and the others, that is also an existence that dare not offend.

Now Wu Jun casually said that he should be the chief, almost frightening the Naha family.

The chief is not comparable to you, quite capable of being.

Because it’s useless to call yourself a chieftain, this position is hereditary, and you have to accept the supervision of a superior chief.

Even if everyone in the village recommends Naha’s father as the chief, the above will not agree, unless the current chief’s family is dead or willingly give way.

Can Kava let it?

I am afraid that even if he wanted to, his sons would not be willing.

The benefits of being a chief are innumerable, and a fool would put such great power and benefits in the hands of others.

“Let’s leave,” Naha’s father said anxiously. “Tonight we will leave secretly and find a place they will never find to start Life again. I am still young and I still hunt. Many tribes are still willing. Accept ours.”

Then continue to live this life of being exploited?

Wu Jun knew that Naha’s father was scared, and he was not to blame. After all, not everyone could yell out such brazen rhetoric as “The prince and general Xiangning is kind.”

Therefore, Wu Jun didn’t say much about this. When the old monk arrives tomorrow, let’s talk about it depending on the specific situation.

…

The old monk wandered around these days, and the scenes he saw made him feel very complicated.

He feels uncomfortable when he sees these people who are miserable in life, he feels angry when he sees them being oppressed, and he feels sad when he sees these people not thinking about making progress and doing nothing all day long.

He also tried to influence some people with the glory of the Buddha, but these people would not listen to him at all. Even if he releases Mental Energy and recites the scriptures, it can only make them stunned.

After he finished chanting, these people should do whatever they want, and continue to live the same insensitive life as before.

After trying for a few days, he gave up. After all, chanting cannot fill the stomach, and soon no one came to listen to him.

While lamenting in his heart, he suddenly received a call from Wu Jun, so he rushed to the small village of Naha as quickly as possible.

“That’s how it is,” Wu Jun said after a brief introduction of the situation. “You can try to influence these villagers. It is best to make Naha’s father a chief.”

After thinking about it, Wu Jun said, “Of course, it would be best if you can show off a miracle.”

The old monk twitched his mouth, what miracle would he do.

Isn’t this little master trying to play the trick when he was in Thailand again?

Although it looked like a miracle of the Buddha, he knew that it was not, fake!

Isn’t this forcing him to violate the precepts again?

“The miracles are no more,” he said quickly, “I’ll better influence them slowly. As for whether they can succeed, it depends on whether they have a predestined relationship with my Buddha.”

Wu Jun nodded, having to say that the Buddha’s trick of “fate but not fate” is very useful.

If it is done, it is destined; if it is not done, it is not destined. Don’t blame me.

The two were talking, and there was a loud noise outside, and Chief Kava came again with all the villagers.

Wu Jun walked out and took a look, but he was almost blinded by his gleaming gold jewelry.

I saw dozens of gold necklaces with thick fingers hanging around the neck of this cargo, and they were all very long, falling down to their stomachs.

On the two black wrists, the gold bracelets are also circle after circle, and a tall gold hat is on the head, and the clothes on the body are also covered with gold threads, shining in the sun.

He also holds a cane that symbolizes identity and power. The head of the cane is also made of gold, and there are several golden bells on the back, but it does not seem to be of high purity.

But even so, this is the most embarrassing person Wu Jun has ever seen.

If this is thrown to China, it is estimated that it will make headlines within minutes, and it is estimated that it will be robbed meticulously when it is over.

Unlike yesterday, Chief Kava wore such a formal costume. The village names were more respectful to him, and no one dared to talk nonsense.

The Naha’s family was so scared that their calves were weak. They knelt on the ground with a sound, and pressed their heads against the ground, motionless like a few little quails.

Not to mention seeking power to usurp the throne, now they dare not even think about it.

“Selena Miss, you promised to pay us compensation today, don’t you know if it’s there yet?”

“this……”

Selena was speechless, she didn’t have any money for it.

“Tell him that he is on the road,” Wu Jun whispered, “but we have a condition. The money needs to be handed over to Jason Pitt. He is not present. We will not give this money.”

“Why?” Selena asked puzzled.

“Just talk about it.”

Wu Jun asked Jason to come out, of course he had his plan.

Kava thought about it blankly, took out a very fashionable cell phone, and called Jason.

“He will be there in an hour.”

“Then wait for an hour,” Wu Jun said with a smile, “Anyway, I am free now, why don’t I ask you to listen to the monk chanting?”

Kava frowned. What the hell is the monk chanting?

And in their place, without the consent of the chief, any religious belief is not allowed.

Ordinary people and villagers can only believe in tribal totems and their chiefs.

Regardless of this, Wu Jun gave the old monk a chair and asked him to sit down and start chanting.

I haven’t seen it for a while, the old monk’s Mental Energy is even more vigorous, and the peaceful and tranquil breath and Mental Energy appear to the surroundings like a clear spring.

Hearing the sound of his chanting, Kava and the villagers’ expressions froze, feeling that their hearts are being purified, and the messy things in their minds are slowly being cleared out.

Selena looked surprised. She is not an uncivilized aboriginal. She naturally knows how incredible this magical power is.

Is this monk who looks thin and thin, really some kind of monk?

Zhao Guangwu on one side was stunned.

He had always said that he should be Master Jinglin’s apprentice, but he was still a little resistant in his heart. He felt that Master Jinglin was not as capable as Wu Jun.

But as the whispering sound of chanting reached his mind, he suddenly felt that Master Jinglin was also an amazing person.

Maybe Wu Jun asked him to follow Master Jinglin not just because he was perfunctory and his bodyguard, but because he could really learn extraordinary skills by following Master Jinglin.

Thinking of this, Zhao Guangwu hurriedly held his breath, sat cross-legged, emptied the distracting thoughts in his heart, and his mind moved with the sound of the old monk’s chanting.

The old monk opened his eyes slightly and glanced at him, which was also a little surprised.

This young man who seems to be reckless and reckless has actually entered samādhi so quickly, and has entered a state of emptiness in his heart. Is it really related to my Buddha?

Wu Jun didn’t know the thoughts of these people. He was carefully observing the villagers who listened to the scriptures and the slightly impatient chief Kava.

Kava is worthy of being a chief. He has received a certain level of education and has seen the big world outside, so he is much stronger than ordinary villagers in terms of mental energy.

Under his conscious “resistance”, the old monk’s chanting seemed to have little effect on him.

It seems that the old monk’s chanting ability needs to be strengthened.

Kava looked at the Owns and the villagers and closed his eyes, as if he heard the sound of nature, showing a look of enjoyment, as if burning a fire in his heart.

The maintenance of the chief’s privileges depends on what it is, not by force, but by the tradition passed down from ancient times. It is the faith of the villagers in him. To put it bluntly, it is a spiritual thing. He knows this very well.

Some monk suddenly appeared now, seeming to shake his stable position.

But it is not easy to disperse the villagers at this time. He has to rely on these people to maintain deterrence and get the money.

So he had an idea and thought of a wonderful way.

Sacrificial dance!

Every time when offering sacrifices, the villagers will dance a traditional dance around the fire, which is not only a respect for the totem, but also a spiritual lock on the tribe.

Through sacrificial offerings, everyone is more in awe of the gods on the totem, and the chief’s rule is more stable.

Because the chief is a manager selected by the gods, even some disobedient young people in the tribe are unusually obedient when they participate in the sacrifice.

If everyone danced together during the sacrifice dance at this time, it would definitely be able to unite everyone’s hearts.

As long as he overwhelms the monk in aura, his rule over the villagers will be smoother in the future.

Just do it when he thinks of it, Kava gently shook the scepter in his hand, and the golden bell on it suddenly made a crisp sound, which shocked everyone and looked at him.

“%￥#@……”

Kava spread his hands, looked up at the sky, let out a long shout, and then began to twist his body and dance unknown dance steps.

Wu Jun and Selena were dumbfounded on the spot, what does this guy want to do?

Has the brain suddenly convulsed?

But soon they found something wrong. With Kava’s dance, hundreds of villagers recovered from the quiet state just now, and then started to dance behind Kava.

Not only are they dancing, they are also neatly following a certain rhythm, making the sound of “Hey Ha Huo Huo——”, so that the old monk’s chanting is instantly drowned out.

This made Wu Jun a little speechless. This is indeed the nature of the African black buddies. The fire was not lit up, and all of them could dance so happily.

But let alone, this kind of sacrificial dance that gathers hundreds of people can actually bring everyone’s Mental Energy together to form a temporary whole, which can hide and fight against the old monk’s Mental Energy.

There are only a few hundred people. If thousands or even more people can be gathered together, will Mental Energy become stronger?

It’s interesting, I will find a chance to try it in the future.

But right now he still cares more about the old monk and Zhao Guangwu.

The old monk is a Taoist monk. He has been meditating for decades. He has practiced to enter concentration as soon as he sits down. As always, he will never be disturbed by foreign objects. Now even if he puts a peeled kiwi fruit on his nose Seeing from the side, he may not be moved.

So he was not affected by outside sounds, and he still recited the scriptures in a low voice.

But Zhao Guangwu couldn’t do it anymore. After all, it was the first time that his concentration was not enough, and his head was bruised by the noise from the outside world.

It can be seen that he really wants to return to that state of concentration, but the voices of these black buddies are really too loud, with rhythm after wave.

He will not be quarreled with Qi Deviation, will he?