No matter how different the process of praying for rain was, one thing was for sure — the people of the Rain tribe were very realistic.
No matter what kind of lies you made up, as long as it worked, they would believe it firmly and carry it out strictly. Otherwise, no matter how much you paid, if you didn't get the result they wanted, they would treat you cruelly.
They could push you as high as they could before, but now they could pull you down and step you into the fire again. Take Yang Sui as an example.
Compared with the Yanjiao tribe, the status of the Rain tribe's shaman was really low. However, different shamans were different. If the Yanjiao tribe also had shamans like the Rain tribe, they would be in the same situation as the Rain tribe.
Shao Xuan thought it depended on the people.
Yang Sui probably thought that he didn't have much time to live, so he didn't hide his words. There were many things he couldn't say to the people in the tribe because it sounded too rebellious. But it was different for the people outside the tribe, because the people outside the tribe didn't recognize the affairs of other tribes. Yang Sui didn't hesitate to say it and vented his resentment.
After a moment of silence, Yang Sui lowered his eyes and swung the oxtail on his hand. He sang in a hoarse voice, "White drizzle, yellow mud road … God in the sky, rain is the clothes … Please …"
This was a song that many people of the Rain tribe could sing.
When did they stop praying for rain? How long had it been?
Hundreds of years? Thousands of years? Or even too far to remember?
"White drizzle, yellow mud road, what kind of scene is it? I really want to see it. "Yang Sui said.
The records left by the ancestors were not complete, but everyone knew the songs passed down from generation to generation. Unfortunately, no one could imagine what kind of scene was described in this song. No one knew, because those who knew were no longer around.
"I heard that when praying for rain is successful, the rain falls down in a line, and all the ground becomes mud. People walk barefoot on the wet mud and enjoy the washing of the rain. "Yang Sui said.
Mud wasn't a derogatory term here. For the people of the Rain tribe, "mud" or "mud" was a scene they looked forward to because in most of their memories, the ground was hard and cracked.
While they were talking, the girl named Mi Xu, whom Shao Xuan had met yesterday, came over with an unconcealed anger on her face. She probably didn't expect to see Shao Xuan here. Surprise flashed across her face, but she didn't pay much attention to him. She turned to look at Yang Sui, who was sitting on the ground.
"Two more quit! Those bastards! "Mi Xu was very agitated.
Yang Sui tightened his grip on the oxtail and said calmly. "If you don't want to do it, then don't do it. Let's see who is willing to fill the vacancy. Those who are willing to fill the vacancy will get double the shell coins."
"What's the point of adding shellfish?" Mi Xu roared, "He Chao took them away with shellfish! If you can give him shell coins, why can't he?! Yesterday, one of them had already left. It was hard to find someone to fill the vacancy, but now, another one had left! Who else could it be?! Who knows if anyone will leave today! "
The "He Chao" mentioned by Mi Xu was the Shaman's competitor with Yang Sui. Yang Sui won that time, but now, the chief Hang Mang supported He Chao and suppressed Yang Sui. Day by day, Yang Sui's supporters were decreasing rapidly. Yesterday, Yang Sui said that the other side had more than half of his supporters. But the next day, half of his supporters were gone.
They probably thought that Yang Sui, the Shaman, couldn't pray for rain, and even the shamans who followed him would suffer.
Before, there were still some people who followed Yang Sui because of the supporters behind him. But now, under the coercion of the He Chao and the chief Hang Mang, a group of supporters stood on the opposite side. Naturally, there were also some shamans who changed their positions.
According to the requirement of praying for rain, all eight shamans were indispensable. But now, they couldn't find a suitable person to fill the vacancy.
If they couldn't fill the vacancy, they couldn't even pray for rain. They failed directly.
This was the rule set by the ancestors, and it couldn't be changed.
Want to change it? Well, if you could pray for rain, the people of the Rain tribe would certainly not object. But if you couldn't pray for rain, you could only follow the rules.
"… And," Mi Xu took two deep breaths to calm herself down, and then said, "The oxtail they prepared for you was also taken back and given to He Chao."
Not only was the person taken away, but even the well-prepared oxtail was also given to the enemy.
Praying for rain?
How could he pray?
If it went on like this, he didn't need to prepare anything. He just needed to prepare to be burned to death.
"What should we do? The ceremony will begin tomorrow! "Mi Xu was so anxious that she walked around the room.
"Are there any oxen in the surrounding mountains? I can go and look for them. "Shao Xuan said.
"No need." Yang Sui waved his hand and raised the dusty oxtail in his hand to Shao Xuan, and said, "This is enough. Which oxtail can't be used as a whip? The ancestors didn't say what kind of oxtail must be. "
"What about the witch?" Shao Xuan asked. "If you need shell coins or something else, I also have some here."
"We don't need shell coins. We also have some." When Mi Xu looked at Shao Xuan, her face softened a lot. Although Shao Xuan was not a member of the Rain tribe, she was grateful that he was willing to help at this time.
But …
"We don't have enough witch."
As soon as Mi Xu's voice fell, a voice came from outside, "Who said it's not enough?!"
Yang Sui, who was sitting on the ground, suddenly jumped up and looked at the door in astonishment.
A pair of calloused hands moved away the shabby wooden door that was blocking the entrance.
Shao Xuan saw two middle-aged women with dark complexions coming in one after another. Behind them, there was an old man with gray hair. Although he was old, he was still healthy and his steps were steady. He didn't show much old age.
"If you don't have enough people, we can do it!" The middle-aged woman who came in first said.
"Mother! Grandmother! "Yang Sui looked at the people who came in and was shocked.
"Mother!" Mi Xu was also shocked and didn't know what to say.
The three people who came in were Yang Sui's mother, grandmother and Mi Xu's mother.
When they saw Shao Xuan, they were slightly surprised. But after Shao Xuan introduced himself, they showed their friendliness and thanked Shao Xuan. They knew that Shao Xuan had helped Yang Sui.
"You … You …" Yang Sui stuttered.
"What about us? Our ancestors never said that the witch must be young. "Yang Sui's mother said.
Their ancestors didn't mention it, but in the Rain tribe, women with long, slender, and curvaceous bodies were considered beautiful. Therefore, when they chose their shamans, they would also choose such young women. Some families would even cultivate them from a young age. So far, there had never been a woman who was older than middle-aged to be a witch. After all, the middle-aged women in the tribe were naturally not as tall as those young people because of hard work.
But now, as more and more people changed sides, they couldn't even find eight witches. So the three elders decided to do this.
If other people became witches, even if Yang Sui failed to pray for rain, they wouldn't be in danger. But Yang Sui's family was different. The new chief's group was against Yang Sui, so they would be more harsh to Yang Sui's family. Maybe they would even be burned to death together.
Looking at the crying people in the house, Shao Xuan left the wooden house.
Several middle-aged men stood outside the house to protect it. They should be Yang Sui's relatives or elders.
No wonder Yang Sui didn't want to leave these people. They were the only ones in the Rain tribe who would sincerely protect him at this time.
Outside the house, it was still muddy and the visibility was low. Shao Xuan planned to walk outside. He wanted to see what he could do to help.
Not far away, a lizard as long as half an arm was crawling. Suddenly, a creature rushed out from the sand.
Shao Xuan looked over and found that it was the same species as the one they had eaten not long ago.
Poor guy, who had just rushed out to look for food, was killed by Shao Xuan before he could eat the meat.
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