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In the quiet of the night, Zhang Jin lay on the simple bed, feeling a surge of emotions. The distant journey with the high priest left her feeling isolated and helpless, unable to immediately find answers.
The next morning, when the first rays of sunlight pierced through the window and sprinkled onto Zhang Jin's face, she put on the clothing of the barbarian tribe. This not only showed respect for the barbarian tribe but also made it convenient to move around the tribe without being mistaken for an outsider.
Yun Yan arrived as planned, her face still adorned with a gentle smile, but Zhang Jin could sense the tension beneath her smile. "Zhang Jin, are you ready to go over there?"
"Mm." Zhang Jin nodded, her eyes firm, showing her determination.
The two of them walked out of the cabin together, setting foot on the path leading to the elder's residence. The path wound through dense woods, with sunlight filtering through the leaves to create dappled shadows.
Along the way, Yun Yan introduced the history and customs of the tribe to Zhang Jin, seemingly trying to ease Zhang Jin's nervousness.
Finally, they arrived at a secluded house, which was the residence of the elder of the barbarian tribe. The house was decorated with various totems, indicating that it was a sacred and inviolable place.
Yun Yan stopped before entering, turned to Zhang Jin, and said, "Once we're inside, follow my steps, don't speak unless the elder asks you."
Zhang Jin nodded and followed Yun Yan into the cave.
The air inside the cave is filled with the damp earthy scent, and torches hanging on the walls flicker, illuminating the path ahead.
The wooden walls on both sides are carved with the history of the tribe, and each painting tells a tale of ancient legend.
They arrived at a spacious room with concentric wooden seats, and in the central position sat several elders with white hair. Their eyes revealed profound wisdom, as if they could see into one's soul.
The elders' eyes fell on Zhang Jin, and one of them spoke, " Yun Yan, you have brought this young woman. Does she have any special qualities?"
Yun Yan bowed slightly and replied, "Elders, she is Zhang Jin, a foreigner who unexpectedly arrived in our tribe. She saw some unusual scenes in the high priest's residence, and I thought perhaps you could provide her with some guidance."
The elders exchanged a glance with each other, and then one of them said to Zhang Jin, "Child, tell us, what did you see in the crystal ball?"
Zhang Jin took a deep breath and described in detail the images she saw in the crystal ball. The elders listened with impassive expressions, but Zhang Jin could feel the emotions stirring within them.
After the description, the elders fell silent for a moment. Finally, the elder who had spoken before said:
"Zhang Jin, the vision you saw may be a kind of omen, or it may just be an illusion. But regardless, your destiny is closely linked to our tribe. You need to learn to listen to the voice of nature, perhaps the answer is hidden in the whispers of the wind."
Zhang Jin After listening, it seemed that the fog in her heart had a slight sign of dispersing. She bowed to the elders to express her gratitude.
After Yun Yan and Zhang Jin left the wooden house, the elders began a private conversation.
Elder Han Yi raised a question: "Does the incident of the woman and child trespassing into the high priest's residence need to be reported to the high priest?"
Elder Han Shuo shook his head in denial, saying, "No need. The High Priest had already anticipated that someone might break in, so he set up an illusion to be on the safe side. They usually don't linger for too long and are scared off by the illusion."
He stroked his beard lightly, pondering, "But the High Priest is clearly not here, yet that girl was able to activate the prophecy within the crystal ball. This is no small matter... The High Priest must be informed."
Elder Han Yi furrowed his brows in thought and then asked, "Who do you think the girl saw as her groom in the crystal ball?"
Elder Han Shuo replied, "It should be the God of the Underworld, right? After all, the sacrifice ceremony is coming up soon."
Elder Han Yi shook his head and rebutted, "No, you and I both know that the God of the Underworld never personally appears to meet the bride. Our tradition is to send the bride onto a boat, letting it drift away down the river, and when the empty boat returns, the bride has long disappeared."
Elder Han Shuo's brow slightly furrowed, his gaze appearing deep and distant in the flickering light of the torches.
"Yes, this time, things seem to be somewhat different. The appearance of that girl may also be some kind of omen from the God of the Underworld," he said softly, as if he had already guessed something in his heart.
Elder Han Yi nodded, his voice carrying a subtle and imperceptible concern. "If it is as you say, then we must be even more cautious. After all, the will of the God of the Underworld is a matter of life and death for our tribe."
The two senior elders exchanged a glance, each seeing the gravity in the other's eyes.
Elder Han Shuo stood up and walked towards the depths of the wooden house. His voice faded as he walked away, "I will personally go to the riverbank to contemplate and seek guidance from the God of the Underworld. There must be no room for error in this matter."
Elder Han Yi stayed in place, his gaze falling on the ancient murals on the wooden wall, his heart filled with complex emotions.
These murals witnessed the rise and fall of the tribe, as well as the countless sacrifices of young brides.
" Yun Yan, what is the whisper of the wind?" Zhang Jin asked.
Yun Yan Slowly replied, "The whispers of the wind represent our tribe's reverence and understanding of nature. It is not just a sound, but also a resonance, a way to communicate with all things."
Her eyes seemed to see through the confusion in Zhang Jin's heart, and she continued to explain:
"In our faith, the wind is the messenger of the sounds of nature, conveying messages from distant places, perhaps auspicious, perhaps warning. If one can learn to listen to the language of the wind, they can gain deeper insights into the world, and even foresee the future."
"Perhaps the elders want you to learn our language and culture," Yun Yan added softly, "after all, our language is different from the Mandarin."
Listening to the words of a Yun Yan, Zhang Jin's heart gradually brightened. She began to understand that it was not just as simple as learning a new language, but rather a profound integration of culture and spirit.
"Even though we sometimes interact with the Han people for trade, many people in our tribe can speak Mandarin."
"However, there are many words in our language that cannot be found in the Mandarin, they represent our unique understanding and respect for nature," continued Yun Yan. "When you begin to understand the meaning behind these words, you will be closer to the whispers of the wind."
So, Zhang Jin began her learning journey. She not only had to learn the language of the barbarian tribe, but also understand its culture and beliefs.
She found that these people have a kind of almost reverent feeling towards nature, and their life rhythm is closely related to the changing of the seasons, and the wind, rain, and thunder.
Under the guidance of Yun Yan, Zhang Jin learned how to listen to the sound of the wind, how to read the weather changes from the swaying of the leaves, and even how to find direction from the arrangement of the stars.
These knowledge are completely new and magical to her. During the learning process, they gradually unravel the confusion in her mind.
As she became more familiar with the culture of the barbarian tribe, Zhang Jin began to attempt to connect what she had learned with the images in the crystal ball.
She gazes at the night sky, trying to find the vague figure of the man among the stars; she listens to the whispers of the wind during the day, hoping to hear the fate of the future.
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