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Chapter 190 The True God Collapses!

The next day, the morning dew began to form.

The cavalrymen, who hadn't slept all night, all crowded around the royal tent.

They are participating in a grand sacrificial ceremony.

The image of Giyaki, the god of animal husbandry, was placed in the southwest of the royal tent at this time.

A sheepskin bag hangs in front of the statue.

It contained cooked mutton, dairy products, tea, and wine.

When the auspicious time arrives.

The shaman Lingdan Khan, who was presiding over the sacrificial ceremony, then came out.

He was dressed in colorful shamanic robes, wearing a shamanic hat, holding a shamanic drum, and his wide belt was covered with bells.

As they moved, the waist bells swayed and rattled, echoing the drumbeats.

Every shaman is an outstanding artist of song and dance.

She was singing and dancing at the same time, but perhaps because she hasn't had much work lately, her breath control in her singing was a bit unstable.

The cavalrymen, however, understood the gist of today's song:

High on the majestic mountain, old man Jiyaqi, are you still worried about your herd of horses, for you descend upon them every night?

A leather bag for receiving lambs, filled with roasted rice and other provisions, is hung around your neck and placed at the front of the felt cart.
In the various tribes of Mongolia, anyone with a strong sense of shamanic belief and a tradition of respecting ancestors can become a "shaman".

Many tribal leaders also served as "shamans".

Lingdan Khan, a direct descendant of the Golden Family, was the greatest "shaman" among the various tribes of Outer Mongolia.

That's the great master!
The sacrificial ceremony he presided over instantly elevated its prestige.

Just by looking at the cavalrymen's incredibly devout expressions, you can tell how much they revered the great god.

After the song and dance ended, the shaman Lingdan Khan shouted three times towards the statue of Jiyaqi:
"Jiyachi's father!"

"Jiyachi's father!"

"Jiyachi's father!"

Immediately after the shaman Lingdan Khan finished shouting, the old man Jiyaqi possessed him.

"Hey!"

"Hey!"

"Hey!"

It turned out to be the voice of an unfamiliar old man.

Upon seeing the divine presence, the cavalrymen's devout eyes shone with even greater fervor.

The Great Shaman truly lived up to his name.

The true god Jiyaqi possessed him so quickly.

In the eyes of the Mongols, shamans are the mediators between the true gods and humans.

Shamans communicate with the true gods through chanting incantations and various dance movements, allowing the gods to possess them and convey their divine will.

The faster one can move their upper body, the stronger their supernatural abilities become.

The shaman Lingdan Khan, possessed by the old man Jiyaqi, said: "The offerings you have given me are very good. I will now bestow blessings upon you!"

Everyone near the royal tent shouted in unison, "Receive blessings! Receive blessings!"

Old man Jiya seemed quite pleased with the respect and enthusiasm shown to those who received blessings, and asked again, "How are your horses for this expedition?"

One of the cavalrymen bowed and said:
“Oh God, our herd just survived a minor calamity yesterday and is now facing a major one. May the God of Giyaki protect our herd from harm and disease.”

Old man Jiyaqi:

"I now bless your herd of horses; all natural and man-made disasters will pass! From now on, you must take good care of your horses and never let them eat pasture that is wet with dew."

Everyone: "We will obey the divine command!"

Next, the old man Jiyaqi asked about all the livestock he had brought this time.

He asked: Are the sheep alright?
Everyone replied, "It's fine!"
I bless the sheep!
—May you receive blessings!

Then he asked: How's the cow?
—Even cows are fine!

Just as everyone was helping the cattle herd receive blessings, a dozen or so cowherds ran in panic toward the royal tent.

Shouting loudly as he ran:

"Giyachi God, Giyachi God! Our cows are gone! So many cows are gone!"

The solemn sacrificial ceremony was abruptly interrupted by these dozen or so cowherds. The cavalrymen, who were only halfway through receiving their blessing, immediately panicked:

“God Jiyaqi, please continue to bless us! Use your blessings on these cows!”

"Yes, yes, true god Jiyaqi, please help us find all our cows!"

The shaman Lingdan Khan, who was possessed by the old man Jiyaqi, was almost angered by these few 250 cavalrymen and turned his true form back into reality!

Good fortune just fell from the sky.

It's not good to continue bestowing gifts, nor can we take them back halfway.

Apart from the rank-and-file cavalrymen who had unwavering faith in the true god, Giyaki.

The middle and senior-level heads of households (thousands and hundreds) had already gotten up and headed towards the temporary cattle pen.

Warhorses were good partners who accompanied the Mongols in their conquest of the world.

The contributions of grassland cattle are no less than those of horses.

Beef is edible.

Milk is drinkable.

Cowhide can keep you warm.

Cow dung can be used as firewood.

Cattle were also the main force in transporting military supplies.

Its value is far greater than that of a sheep.

Now things are much better!
During the grand ceremony where their high shaman personally presided over the worship of the god Jiyachi, two hundred cows vanished into thin air!
How did so many cows just disappear?

Where did it disappear from?

How could such absurd words come out of a stable boy's mouth!
The cowherds prostrated themselves on the ground, repeatedly kowtowing to those in power.

“I can guarantee with my head that all the cattle were still there a quarter of an hour ago.”

"I am willing to vouch for you; if I utter even half a lie, may I never be human again for three lifetimes!"

If you're not human, you can only live like an animal.

There is no oath more credible than this!
The cowherds hadn't attended the blessing ceremony; they truly didn't know things were going so coincidentally.

In modern terms, those who participated in this blessing ceremony witnessed the collapse of the true God!

The scene was quiet, and many people were desperately holding their chins up with their hands.
Just as the Mongols were keeping the true god Jiyaqi a closely guarded secret and nearly turned their camp upside down in search of cattle.

Gan Minglan, inside the space, looked at the two hundred yellow cattle burying their heads and munching on dog rice grass under the sacred tree, and smiled broadly.

This cow was stolen by her own skill.

While happy, there was also some regret:

"The Shenmu Space is still too small. If the space could give me a pasture, I could steal all the cattle and sheep that the Mongols brought this time!"

Warhorses were not something she could even dream of; even if she could acquire one, it would only exist as a trophy.

Cows and sheep are different.

She aspires to be a large rancher.

While raising wild horses, the ranch naturally needs to reserve space for cattle and sheep.

In agrarian civilizations, cattle were extremely precious as a means of production.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have poisoned thousands of Mongolian warhorses one minute and then set her sights on these cattle the next.

Unfortunately, Shenmu Space turned a blind eye to her regrets.

"Swish"

The rain of silkworm excrement struck, though late, it arrived nonetheless.

"what!"

The woman's high-pitched scream startled the grassland cattle that had just eaten the herb, causing them to stop chewing.

What happened to that two-legged creature?
Is it because they think the cows are eating too much?

Gan Minglan, standing under the sacred tree, paid no attention to the cattle's curiosity and frantically shook off the silkworm excrement from her body.

Today's silkworm excrement is black with a hint of green, and the grains are much larger than usual.

I looked up and took a closer look.

The seven-colored silkworms on the sacred tree have grown to the thickness of a thumb, and their skin is beginning to show signs of shimmering.

Ah, before we knew it, it's almost time for them to spin their cocoons again.
(End of this chapter)