Chapter 957 Aolainaleng
Carefully pressing the password, Cai Gen entered Tong Ai's country.
As soon as I entered the door, I was shocked. What are all the things hanging in this room?
The originally narrow and cramped foyer was tied up with many red ropes and extended to other rooms.
Various wooden statues, live chickens, rabbits, and some unknown bird carcasses were hung on the ropes.
If that was all, Cai Gen wouldn't be surprised. What really shocked him was that there were some animal internal organs, all of which were bloody.
His long career as a chef made it easy for him to identify the parts of these internal organs.
The heart, liver, spleen, lungs, kidneys, and large intestine are all there.
Fortunately, there is no large intestine, otherwise the room would not just smell of blood.
These red ropes are not very high from the ground. Cai Gen needs to lower his head to get over the ropes.
To avoid the hanging pieces, you need to be more careful, otherwise you will be in trouble.
"No, Uncle Tong, what are you doing? Making stew?"
After entering the door, Cai Gen was attracted by the red rope. He didn't see Tong Aiguo and didn't know which room he was in.
"Don't make any noise. Donate blood on New Year's Eve. What's the fuss about?
No one has watched the ceremony for many years. This is the authentic Aulanarang.
Today there is smoke coming out of your ancestral grave, just in time, so go have some fun. ”
Seeing the room full of blood, Cai Gen couldn't feel happy.
If you dream of seeing so much blood, maybe Cai Gen will be very happy, it is a sign of getting rich.
But in the real world, when you see these things, if they are not cooked well and do not add seasonings, you really don’t have a good impression.
"Uncle Tong, otherwise, I won't disturb you.
I just came to give you a box of dumplings and wish you a happy new year in advance.
I left the dumplings at the door. I went back first, and the water was still boiling at home. ”
Tong Aiguo jumped out of Xiangtang's hut, and Cai Gen was startled again.
It seems to follow a certain pattern, but it also seems to be a chaotic pace. Anyway, it's a bit like a big horse monkey.
If it's just a bad posture, Cai Gen can understand. He's not a normal person anyway.
The old man was actually wearing a colorful divine robe, with bells hanging on his waist, hands, and feet.
He holds a black leather drum in his left hand and a stone knife that has appeared many times in his right hand.
There was a crashing sound and he jumped to Cai Gen's side.
Seeing Cai Gen's disgusted look and the dumplings in his hands, Tong Aiguo pulled down the fierce mask on his head and covered his face.
"The ceremony has already begun. If you can't open the door, you will lose your luck."
How did you start?
Cai Gen looked unbelieving. You probably started before I came.
Or did you wait until I came and entered the house before you started?
"I opened the door just now."
"Just now, now is now. The door cannot be opened until the ceremony begins."
It's too forced.
Cai Gen had so many words stuck in his heart that he felt very uncomfortable. He always felt that he had been deceived by the old man.
"No, what can I do if I open the door and leave? Just pretend I haven't been here."
Tong Aiguo danced happily and kept passing under the red rope, muttering some mysterious inscriptions in his mouth, and answering Cai Gen intermittently.
"The ceremony has begun. If you leave again, it will be as disrespectful as digging into my ancestral grave. You can try it."
As he spoke, the small stone knife in Tong Aiguo's hand flew out and hit an animal heart next to Cai Gen's head.
As the stone knife entered, a stream of blood spurted out from his heart, almost covering Cai Gen's face.
Sure enough, it's fresh enough, it couldn't be freshly dug.
Cai Gen squatted down helplessly to avoid the splash of blood. He looked quite solemn, so I might as well follow his wishes.
In order to cooperate with him, Cai Gen also turned off his mobile phone.
In order to avoid disturbing the old man when his cell phone rings at a critical moment, he will be in trouble again.
"Uncle Tong, my family is still waiting for me to boil water and cook dumplings to eat."
Tong Aiguo seemed to be unable to stop speaking, and even his answers were hurried.
"Who asked you to come? Aren't you holding dumplings in your hand?
Just eat it. Is it poisonous? ”
Looking at the dumplings in his hand, Cai Gen felt aggrieved.
I gave you dumplings out of kindness, why should they be poisonous?
What a bad old man, I really can’t say anything.
"Uncle Tong, how could it be poisonous?
I gave this to you. What if I eat it? ”
Tong Aiguo suddenly stopped and looked at Cai Gen through the mask, full of distrust.
"You go ahead and eat, I'll watch you eat. You can't eat cooked food during Olam."
I rushed here and arrived here. If I didn't eat the dumplings, I wouldn't be able to prove that the dumplings were not poisonous.
Cai Gen sat helplessly on the ground, hugged a box of dumplings, and started to eat.
Needless to say, although this dumpling does not burn your mouth, the temperature is just right. The lard has not yet solidified, and oil is flowing out of your mouth. It is so delicious.
After eating two in a row, Cai Gen felt something was wrong and quickly asked Tong Aiguo.
"Uncle Tong, do you have any garlic? These meaty dumplings will be wasted without garlic."
Tong Aiguo was disappointed when he saw Cai Gen's heartless look. Why didn't he cherish such a good opportunity?
How can ordinary people who are not insiders participate in such an important sacrificial ceremony? It is a blessing that has been cultivated in eight lifetimes.
It seems that bloodline is really important. Cai Gen’s bloodline is not pure.
Thinking of blood, Tong Aiguo recalled the blood stains he saw on Taiqing ditch that day.
One of them is from the Nimacha family, which is not considered noble. It is said that they have been in exile overseas for many years and can be ignored.
The other side is more important. The bloodline of the Nala clan. Is it possible that the Nala clan still has people walking in the world?
Moreover, he was injured, which triggered the ancestor's blessing, which was very suspicious.
If there really is such a person, he is still of Nala's bloodline, and it is not impossible for him to inherit this wave of great masters from me.
The bloodline marriage between the eight major families has started very early, and they have all been integrated into a mess.
It seems that after a few years, the physical body will have to go to Taiqing ditch and go down inside to see what happened.
"Uncle Tong, there is no garlic. I just want to ask if you can eat it or not.
What do you mean by being motionless? ”
The nonsense sound interrupted Tong Aiguo's thoughts.
Forget it, it’s useless to think too much, it’s just a subtle influence.
Ignoring Cai Gen, Tong Aiguo continued to jump up, and this was when he truly entered the stage of sacrifice at Aolai Naleng.
Cai Gen took a dumpling in his mouth and saw Tong Aiguo jumping up and down again. He was not surprised. He just hoped that the ceremony would be over soon.
Looking at Tong Aiguo, he first went to the Xiangtang and held up a statue. Cai Gen didn't recognize it either. It might be some kind of ancestor god.
It's just that this statue doesn't look like an old object. There are newly carved wooden stubbles on it, and the color is very light, wood color.
Could it be that the sacrifices and carvings were made now? .
Jumping out with the statue in his arms, Tong Aiguo muttered some sacred words and began to touch the blood of various internal organs on the statue. Is this coloring?
Cai Gen didn't know either and didn't dare to ask.
(End of chapter)