Tan Muxing knocked the burly man to the ground, causing the entire audience to cheer like waves. Even the aboriginals in the village applauded, stood by and cheered for the winner.

After Tan Muxing knocked his opponent down, he quickly reached out to pull him up. He thought the big man would be unhappy, but the other party held his hand for leverage, climbed up from the ground briskly, and patted himself carelessly.

The next moment, the burly man put his arms around Tan Muxing's shoulders. He smiled and spoke in an incomprehensible language. He patted the man's arm in admiration from time to time. His attitude was even more enthusiastic than before the game.

Tan Muxing was hugged warmly by someone. He was suddenly at a loss and looked panic-stricken, not knowing what was going on for a moment.

A colleague nearby explained: "He praised you for being so great."

Facing the big man's sincere eyes, Tan Muxing hesitated and said softly, "It's just strong, not very powerful, and it's useless..."

"But he said you were a great warrior."

The burly man was still chattering away, and a colleague translated the content and said, "Being strong and protecting people is amazing."

Tan Muxing was stunned.

Chu Qianli had already rushed over excitedly, congratulating Tan Muxing on his first victory, and was circling around him.

Pan Yicheng heard the conversation and laughed, "This is their culture. Winning wrestling is an honor for them. It's similar to the spirit of the Olympic Games."

Tan Muxing said hesitantly, "I'm afraid there will be conflicts if I win."

Chu Qianli: "How come? I think everyone is very happy."

The workstation and the villagers started the wrestling project, which instantly brought them closer. The friction and unhappiness between the two sides were completely dissipated in the fierce competition, and even the old lady watching the game smiled.

After the competition, the indigenous people became familiar with the outsiders and would come over from time to time to look at them, their eyes revealing curiosity and sincerity.

Pan Yicheng commented: "It is indeed a traditional entertainment item, just like an ice-breaking game. Now it is not so tense anymore."

Batu: "It turns out that all we need to establish good relations with the locals is a fight."

The old lady wearing a small hat led people back into the house, took down the bones, and ordered people to light a charcoal fire, officially starting the process of choosing an auspicious day. The scarlet flames devoured the bones until cracks appeared on them, which could be used to determine whether it was auspicious or ominous.

Chu Qianli seemed to be thinking about something. This was a traditional method of divination, just like some people used tortoise shells to tell fortunes, but now they used animal bones. The only difference was the materials.

Pan Yicheng watched the old lady taking the bait and whispered, "You are not the best at this, will you tell me whether it is good or bad?"

Chu Qianli was shocked: "How should I know this?"

Pan Yicheng looked surprised: "Doesn't your master always choose auspicious days?"

"We all do choose auspicious days, but our skills and methods are different. Maybe our standards are different. What we say is auspicious may be unlucky to others. Who knows?"

She was not sure what day the locals chose to worship the altar. Perhaps there were special local standards, so it was difficult to jump to conclusion.

Chu Qianli stared closely at the animal bones whose patterns were gradually revealed in the charcoal fire. Her fingers moved subconsciously and she took out her phone again: "I can't tell whether it is good or bad, but I can know something else."

It takes a certain amount of time to roast the animal bones until cracks appear on them, and no one knows what level is considered good, so one can only wait quietly.

The indigenous people were so quiet and pious that the people at the workstation did not dare to speak loudly and just watched the ceremony quietly.

Chu Qianli drew the picture using her mobile phone drawing software. She showed the strange pattern to Pan Yicheng and said, "It's just like this. I don't know if it's auspicious or ominous in their culture."

Tan Muxing looked at the hastily drawn picture on the screen, which looked like zigzag lines put together, and asked doubtfully, "Is this an abstract painting?"

Pan Yicheng looked at the pattern in bewilderment and asked tentatively, "Is this the same as the tortoise shell divination? The tortoise represents the image and the divination represents the number. Let's see if it's an auspicious number?"

Chu Qianli: "I don't know what Shamanism is about. Professor Pan, aren't you an expert?"

"...There are so many branches of Shamanic culture that I'm not sure which one it is."

The expert advisory group launched a rigorous academic discussion. Although everyone understood the art of divination, just like plum blossoms and purple stars cannot be mixed together, they are not sure what system the local animal bone divination belongs to.

The three of them hid to one side and spoke in a very low voice, so they naturally did not attract the old lady's attention.

The villager next to him turned his head and looked over. He was stunned when he saw the picture on Chu Qianli's phone, and then he suddenly spoke and called the old lady in the front row.

The old lady was startled when she heard this. She was standing in front of the charcoal fire, but now she slowly walked over to the expert advisory group. The old lady was hunchbacked and not tall, but she looked quite imposing with the others following behind her.

Batu asked curiously, "What happened? You were fine just now?"

Everyone had been friendly after the fight, but now the atmosphere suddenly became serious.

Chu Qianli was confused. She was surrounded by people and asked for help: "Wait, is this pattern unlucky? Professor, do you have any idea?"

Pan Yicheng: "No, no, no, I'm not sure whether it's unlucky or whether it's disrespectful for us to discuss it in private..."

The three of them didn't want to disturb the people around them, so they deliberately lowered their voices, but they didn't expect to be called out by the people around them. They were all a little worried, afraid of offending each other.

The old lady saw the pattern on the phone screen clearly and slowly returned to the charcoal fire.

There was a crackling sound at the scene, and the animal bone in the flame was finally completed. Cracks appeared under the high temperature, and it was exactly the same as the one drawn by Chu Qianli!

The old lady exclaimed at the sight, and she bowed devoutly towards the charcoal fire, then struck the drum beside her, took out a robe woven with countless colorful stripes, and presented it to Chu Qianli in a friendly manner.

Chu Qianli looked at the familiar outer robe of Hua Feng. She guessed what the other party meant and whispered, "This is..."

Colleague: "She said she recognized your identity as a shaman. You really are a person who knows everything. She thought we were lying just now, so she was very unhappy and thought we were bad."

Batu said awkwardly: "...So you thought we were lying when you let us in?"

The old lady looked grim. She looked at Chu Qianli, mumbling something, then looked at the other people at the workstation.

"She said you can enter the altar at will, but the rest of you have to follow the rules. You have to bathe, change clothes, and choose a date every time you go there." The colleague added, "According to their rules, this kind of pattern cannot go to the altar today. But if you insist, you can go, but she can't accompany you."

Chu Qianli didn't expect the old lady to be so easy to talk to. She was flattered and said, "No, no, no, let's wait for her to accompany us another day. What if I get lost in the middle of the road by myself..."

"Grandma, you probably think that people who know everything won't get lost, right?" Chu Qianli always felt that the locals had an inexplicable respect for the shamans. However, her ability to occupy grasshoppers didn't mean she was capable of surviving. She obviously couldn't run around in these desolate mountains.

Pan Yicheng certainly couldn't let Chu Qianli go to the altar alone, so the two sides agreed to ask for help tomorrow. If the time was right, the old lady would take the group there.

Chu Qianli and the others took a bus in the morning and hurried to the village in the afternoon. It was a very fulfilling day. Now it was already evening, and it was not appropriate to stay any longer, so they simply waved goodbye to the villagers.

The people from the workstation were stopped at the gate when they came, but were escorted out of the village when they left. The old lady even followed them to the gate, insisting on watching Chu Qianli leave, which made her feel embarrassed.

Chu Qianli put away her shamanic robe, bowed politely again and again, and said with embarrassment, "Grandma, please go back."

She is often disrespectful to people she knows well, but cannot handle being treated politely by strangers.

Chu Qianli bowed, and the old lady also bowed. The two began to bow to each other, but they really couldn't communicate in the same language.

Pan Yicheng comforted them: "It's okay, let's go first. They have their own principles. You can't persuade them simply. Otherwise, how can you say that you have a devout faith?"

"Shamanism has always had a reverence for heaven, earth and nature. They will always restrain themselves and not act arbitrarily or recklessly," Pan Yicheng said. "We sometimes think it's too exaggerated, but this is the philosophy they firmly believe in."

Chu Qianli had no choice but to leave with the people from the workstation. She looked back from afar and felt that the old lady was still guarding the entrance of the village and did not return to the village immediately, like an ancient and weathered rock.

Batu: "Today went more smoothly than I expected. They were much easier to communicate with than in the previous times. Last time, we almost got into a fight during the construction of the workstation."

"That's because our classmates still have some skills." Pan Yicheng sighed, "Didn't they hear that we were liars? It's easy to get beaten for making fun of other people's beliefs."

This is like pointing at a person and calling him a living Buddha, which will definitely anger Buddhists.

Batu smiled dryly and said, "I'm not lying. I did hear that some people think she is a shaman."

Tan Muxing asked curiously, "Did they almost fight before? But I think they are reasonable."

Pan Yicheng: "This is the two sides of the matter. They emphasize being kind to others, but they also firmly believe that all things have spirits and cannot harm things in the world at will, including mountains, rivers, plants and trees. Isn't it normal for this to conflict with the construction workers?"

Chu Qianli suddenly realized and concluded: "So we are actually negotiating with local environmentalists."

"If we analyze it from today's perspective, their culture does have a simple environmental awareness and environmental protection spirit."

Inside the workstation, Zhou Qu didn't expect the expert advisory team to be so smooth. He thought they were just checking out the area today, but who would have thought they had made an appointment with the aboriginals to go to the altar. He was surprised and said, "Is the efficiency so high?"

"Batu, didn't you say that they were unwilling to take anyone to the altar?"

Batu's eyes trembled. He was reluctant to mention the matter of the shaman, and said vaguely: "It's just using a little bit of interpersonal relationship."

Zhou Qu was suspicious.

Pan Yicheng kindly advised: "Old Zhou, don't worry, we will firmly grasp the initiative in religious work!"

Chu Qianli echoed: "We not only hold friendly sports competitions with the villagers, but also have in-depth exchanges of advanced technology and knowledge with the grandmothers in the village."

Pan Yicheng nodded: "That's right, I've never been idle, building a deep mass base."

Zhou Qu was surprised: "You guys are pretty amazing? It's only been half a day and you have such a full schedule?"

Tan Muxing was unable to speak at this time. He thought that friendly sports events were entertainment wrestling, and advanced technology and knowledge were just means for outsiders to take advantage of the situation. It sounded like there was something wrong with it, but there was really nothing wrong with it.

He always felt that his colleagues were well versed in the essence of writing work reports and were always able to sublimate and refine the trivialities of daily affairs to an indescribable level.