The official road from Shanhaiguan to Daling River is indestructible.

When the Ming army had the advantage, the Jurchens always secretly destroyed the road and delayed the Ming army's attack.

Now Jiannu has the upper hand, and it is the Ming army's turn to passively allow the official road to be abolished. Although this increases the difficulty of reinforcements and transportation, the Jurchens will also encounter some trouble when they rush over.

Nowadays, you can often encounter situations where the original forests occupy the roadbed. The unyielding trees erode the foundation of the road, and finally meet in the two sides and form a group. Fortunately, this sparse forest cannot hinder human progress, and you can almost see through it at a glance. Even the most cautious general will not worry about the ambush here.

Two men in animal skins gathered under a tree, one of them digging a pit on the ground with a dark shovel. The other elderly man took out a handful of broken bones of some unknown animal from the skin on his waist and sprinkled them in the pit in white.

The two of them took off their thick fur hats at the same time, revealing their long hair full of small braids. The braids were so greasy that they seemed to have never washed.

The two knelt on the edge of the pit, muttering in the air, and then ended the small ritual with a pious prayer protrudingly.

The young man swung his shovel again and covered the pile of white bones with soil.

After finishing work, the young man threw away the shovel in his hand, sat on the ground against the tree, and said, "Uncle, do you think this can trap the Han wizard?"

"That's called Taoist." The older man also sat down, "If you don't know the secret of this sect, no one can get out of our mountain mandrill maze array!" He slapped his hat gently, as if to convince himself. He said, "No matter how powerful the Taoist is, it is impossible to fight with our mountain god directly."

"Uncle." said the young man, "Is this formation really that powerful?"

"Of course!" The older man looked like he was majestic and hurt. "My master used this formation to trap more than 100,000 Ming soldiers in Sarhu! That was a battle between our Jurchens! At that time, there were only 60,000 soldiers in Xianshang, including the elderly, weak, women and children! The Ming army sent 400,000 people to attack us!"

The young man was extremely impressed and said, "Uncle, then, will that Taoist priest go crazy after entering the formation?"

The elderly gently pulled his braid and pondered for a moment: "I heard that he is very powerful, otherwise the prince wouldn't come here to ask us to do it. I guess he can withstand it for a while, but it will only last two hours at most. You must be scared inside!"

"What will he see?" the young man approached with interest and asked.

"Everything is possible," said the older man, "Come on whatever he is afraid of, it's absolutely true."

"What's going on?" the young man wondered, "We just buried some chicken bones, where is the cat bone..."

"It's so chaotic!" The elderly man made a move like lightning, hitting the young man's head, "I have to talk about phoenix bones, tiger bones! I don't know anything and I'm still blind..."

The young man was quite aggrieved and was about to argue, but he felt his hands pressed on the ground tremble slightly, and a sound of slapping hooves came from a distance.

"Hide!" The elderly man shook the animal skin on his body. He pulled his nephew into the hidden pit that he had dug earlier, and pulled a piece of yellow cloth with some broken branches on it.

Soon, a fat and horned deer ran from the end of the official road. It was breathing white air in its mouth. The wind was coming from its feet, and even the best war horse might not be able to beat it. The heavy hooves fell on the solid land, and while making a muffled sound, they labeled the earth with marks of "going here".

"Stop!" Qian Yiqun shouted, "Old Lu. Stop."

The scream made the two people in the pit feel their hearts in their throats. No matter how powerful the trap is, if the prey does not step on it, it would be like there is no one.

"Old deer, this forest is not dense, but it is not good to hang your horns. You should go to the furnace first." Qian Yiqun promised, "I promise to let you out after passing through this forest!"

Lao Lu looked at the forest, stomped her hooves, and finally agreed to enter the furnace.

Qian Yiqun took the old deer, rubbed the fox, eagle, and deer relief on the burner, and put the burner into the golden scale basket. He shook the Qingxin Bell in his hand, and with the blessing of the shaking bell, he flew towards the forest.

The spirit ape's body movement is suitable for marching in this environment. The breeze blew up the spacious black Taoist robe, making Qian Yiqun look like a huge bat.

The uncle and nephew who set up the maze stared at Qian Yiqun from the peeping hole, and were very envious of the treasure who could store the mount. They were shamans and wizards in the village, but also hunters in the wild. If there was such a treasure, wouldn’t it be possible to silently surround the prey with a dog?

"Uncle, can that baby be given to me later..." the young man couldn't help but ask.

"Shh!" the elderly scolded, as if they were afraid of disturbing the Taoist priest who was moving forward quickly, but they seemed reluctant to give it to their nephew.

The young man covered his mouth, stared at Qian Yiqun's voice, and said in his heart: What a great skill, it looks so good when flying... It's a pity that no matter how capable you are, you have to fall here!

At this moment, the young man actually felt pity for talent, although he was not aware of who he "pleased".

Qian Yiqun felt two gazes hit him, but thought that it might be hunters in the mountains, or some small animals at all, so he didn't need to stop and delay the journey. He kicked his feet hard on the tree, and the person had already popped out again.

"Uncle..." The young man gently pulled the elder beside him, "It seems he wasn't in the maze..."

The older shaman stared at Qian Yiqun and finally watched Qian Yiqun come out of the forest, summoned the big horned deer again, and left in the dust.

The two crawled out of the hidden pit and looked at each other.

"Uncle, isn't our formation set up?" The young man looked at his uncle in confusion.

"Impossible..." The shaman grabbed his braid and said in pain, "The mountain god has clearly responded to me!"

"Uncle, is that his ability?" The young man looked at the gradually falling dust and said with a longing face.

"Well..." The middle-aged shaman responded reluctantly.

"Then can we be Taoist priests?" The young man looked at his uncle with hope.

The answer is...

"Bow you to death, a bastard who forgot your roots!"

...

Qian Yiqun was attacked by the fox and ate the mountain soul, which could break all the "confusion".

The primitive mandrill array only borrows the evil spirit accumulated by animal bones. It creates certain illusions, which belong to the virtual array. The more people there are, the greater the power of this illusion.

Qian Yiqun had only one person at this time, and after practicing the Jinhua World Art, he had abundant yang energy and had a mountain soul to destroy the confusion. Not to mention that these two half-baked shamans designed to harm him, even the old shaman who had cheated 100,000 Ming troops came over, he could only watch Qian Yiqun leave.

Well, it may also be that the maze set up by the old shaman is very powerful. Qian Yiqun will eventually be dug three feet from the hidden pit and will be taken out of the hidden pit with great pain and will be thrown into the wild. It will become a supper for scavengers.

...

"Uncle, is there anyone in front of him stopping him?"

After a storm, both uncle and nephew were exhausted and panting, leaning back against the big tree to rest.

"Yes," the middle-aged shaman calmed down his breath, "were several wizards from Khalkha who said they had been favored by the Heaven of Eternal Life."

"What are their abilities?" the young man said curiously.

"God knows." The middle-aged shaman said disapprovingly.

A wolf howl faintly came from the distance.

"Uncle, it seems like a wolf is coming..." The boy stood up against the tree.

It seemed that in order to express dissatisfaction, another storm blew in the forest.

The tiger roars were wrapped in the fishing storm.

The middle-aged shaman looked at the hidden pit he dug. He looked at his current location again...

"It's our maze..." The middle-aged shaman swallowed and shouted suddenly, "Go up the tree!"

...

Qian Yi ran around for a long time and heard a shout from behind him.

The voice was not a Chinese that I could understand. I guess it was a Jurchen hunter who crossed the border or an enemy army to explore the horse. Thinking about it, I still have to rush my way, so the kind-hearted person will naturally not spend his precious time on this matter.

As the sun sets westward, Qian Yiqun's figure gradually lengthened by the sunset. The fatigue of running around for a day surged out of his body, forcing him to slow down and prepare to take the old deer to Cuiluan Mountain to rest overnight. Moreover, the fox and the mountain eagle were also locked up for a day. It was time to let them breathe.

Although they have no concept of time in the furnace, it has only been a moment.

Just as Qian Yiqun was preparing to spend the night, a row of monsters suddenly appeared in front of him.

These monsters have deer antlers, wolves's skin, and four pairs of golden copper plates on their chests... Qian Yiqunyun's heart for turtling trees. After careful look, he found that people were wearing animal skins and deer antler hats. These people also held bone staff made of horse legs in their hands and gently lit the beats on the ground.

Qian Yiqun turned over the deer and stopped in the distance, summoning Zhongxingyue in the Baimei Map.

Zhongxingyue lived in the Huns for forty years and can be said to be the well-deserved Grassland Pass.

"They are shamans," Zhongxingyue, "also called 'Bo' in the Huns."

Bo's status is very noble because they represent the sound of immortality on the ground. From the Hun tribe to the Mongolian Empire, Bo's religion was the state religion on the grassland. Genghis Khan was also a devout Bo's disciple, and this khan name was also dedicated to him by Bo Jing, who was named Kuokuochu.

It can be said that Genghis Khan's ability to unify Mongolia is closely related to his support from Bo. By the same token, after Genghis Khan's death, the Mongolian Empire fell into the undercurrent of division because many Mongolian tribes were loyal to Bo and the belief in immortality and were unwilling to obey Genghis Khan's descendants.

Until the Lama Church advanced eastward, the Bo Church was driven out of the Mongolian nobles and became a folk wizard.

In the era of Altan Khan, the "Vetera Code" was even issued, declaring that Bo was illegal and that it would be killed and eliminated.

Nowadays, the only place where you can find Bet is the northeast of Mongolia.

It seems that these people need to find a strong backing to prove the value of their existence and allow the Dharma lineage to continue.

Qian Yiqun looked at the ten people standing in the row and felt that they were more like martyrs.
Chapter completed!