How to deal with the evil spirits from all directions?
Cai Gen felt so tired.
What kind of players are these?
Where is the organizer of a serious business?
He is simply a hero who kills his enemies with his sword even if they disagree with each other.
He quickly took a step forward and blocked He Naizi's way.
"He Naizi, what are you going to do? Pay attention to the next situation and don't do anything wrong."
After a night of turmoil, He Naizi's understanding of Cai Gen has been infinitely improved, and he stopped in order to give Cai Gen face.
"Boss Cai, they have gone too far."
Is this too much?
Cai Gen felt that He Naizi had received few beatings from society.
There are things that are more extreme than this. If you can't bear it, don't live anymore.
It seems that she didn't receive enough lessons last night. Doesn't she have a long memory?
By the way, isn't she the one who was taken over by the deposed shaman?
"He Naizi, aren't your big tiger and that prodigal wolf gone?"
How could He Naizi not remember?
The ancestral inscriptions were gone, the leather drum was broken, and all the shamanic spells I had were useless.
"Boss Cai, thank you for your concern.
I have hundreds of degrees of black belt, and I can handle a few of their brats with just one finger."
Proudly speaking about the foundation of self-confidence, He Naizi felt that it was not good to pretend in front of Cai Gen, so he quickly added.
"One finger is not enough, I have ten."
There are hundreds of levels of black belt, what is the concept?
The earth explodes and the sky stars?
Susanoo?
Cai Gen did not give up and wanted to continue persuading.
But I can already feel Yuanyuan's unkind eyes, like a gleam on my back.
"By the way, let me introduce it to you.
This is my wife, Yuanyuan.
She is Mr. Long’s wife, He Naizi.”
Such a sudden formal introduction really interrupted He Naizi's train of thought.
He made a very formal ninety-degree bow to Yuanyuan.
"Hello, sister-in-law Yuanyuan, I am Mr. Long's wife.
Nimacha Henai, the Dana of the Nimacha family.”
Yuanyuan didn't know who Mr. Long was, but judging from the meaning, it should be the organizer with the dog-skin hat.
"Hello, my name is Yuanyuan. Calm down. I won't do anything wrong. Business is important."
He Naizi was obviously startled when he was brought up to business.
"Yeah, the fans haven't been handed out yet."
Looking at the young men unwillingly, He Naizi felt that the task given by Master Long was more important.
"Hey, forget it, I'm going to hand out fans."
Cai Gen felt relieved when he saw He Naizi walking into the crowd.
Not bad, after experiencing the collapse of the wall and the collapse of the mountain, He Naizi has indeed changed a lot.
Is this considered Mr. Long’s contribution?
It's true that one thing brings down another thing.
Seeing He Naizi gone, Mr. Long felt relieved.
If these ancestors acted recklessly, they might not accomplish anything.
I readjusted my emotions and read it loudly to my phone.
"Eternal Life, the spirit of the ancestors, ah!
Protect all living beings, seek prosperity, and seek prosperity.
Taiqinggou, the divine mirror of Heavenly Father.
Taiqinggou, the eyes of Mother Earth.
All living things continue to reproduce.
They all gathered in the arms of Tianyuan in Taiqinggou.
They are all held in the hands of Taiqinggou Dibao.
Please give me the gift of ninety-nine gifts and the sincerity of all the people.
There are layers of ice flowers on the lake, and spirits from all directions flash.
Here’s to nine, ah no, twelve sticks of sandalwood.
Put in nine green pine branches, offer nine hadas, and place nine kinds of offerings;
Ah! Thousands of miles of ice-covered Wangji Lake, thousands of acres of lake surface competing with each other."
I finished speaking in one breath, except for the incense, which was a bit stuck, the rest of the sacrificial words were completed in one go.
After Long Shao finished reading, he was infected.
This is a hymn to nature.
Every word is so sincere and really fits the current situation.
A young lama saw that Master Long had finished his work and handed him a bowl of wine.
He handed it to Mr. Long's hand and spoke in a low voice without letting go.
"My boss, please add two hundred, and we will give you a scripture that increases blessings and longevity.
I wish you all the best and everything goes well today."
Young Master Long looked at the lama in front of him, he had never seen him before.
He left all these external relations matters to Long Er.
Is this a last minute extra charge or a special service?
"If I add one thousand to you, can it be guaranteed for one year?"
The lama really thought about it carefully before he made a counteroffer.
"You can give me two thousand more. During the Winter Hunting Festival, we will come every day and chant sutras constantly.
Appease the grievances of Big Fish and ensure that everything goes well for you."
Does Big Fish still have any resentment?
Mr. Long felt that he had been deceived by the lama in front of him.
"You should stop inking. If you don't drink anymore, the audience will be impatient.
I'll tell you the number, and I'll nod my head.
One thousand and fifteen, keep chanting until the fifteenth, and I will provide food and shelter."
After weighing it with a complicated expression, the young lama finally made a decision.
"Okay, I see my boss is a cheerful person, and I don't know how to write.
In the past ten days, if the Living Buddha did not recall us, we would have been here.
When we eat, we don't have to eat meat or vegetables. We don't have to prepare vegetarian dishes separately. We can just follow you and eat meat and fish.
By the way, before I became a monk, I lived in the village behind, not far from here. Before I became a monk, my name was Qian Shuguang.
If my boss has any work in the future, please contact me directly and I will give you a discount."
Lost all your money?
Although this name is a bachelor, is it unlucky?
Mr. Long nodded and grabbed the wine bowl.
Although it looked like this lama was chanting sutras and praying for himself, the look in Master Tong Aijia's eyes was no longer right.
We all have different beliefs, so we can all just pretend and join in the fun.
But accepting blessings from lamas seriously is not the way to go.
Holding the wine bowl, Mr. Long walked to the ice cave, knelt down on one leg, and raised his phone again.
“The big winter fishing nets in Taiqinggou have woken up, and we have begun to sacrifice to the lake!
A sacrifice to the eternal heaven!
Sacrifice once again to the earth that gives us life!
Three sacrifices to Taiqinggou where we were raised!”
After the finale, Mr. Long did not drink, but poured the wine into the ice cave.
The lamas were not idle either. They carried the offering table and poured all the tributes on it into the ice cave.
This complicated ceremony of offering sacrifices to the lake is finally over.
Cai Gen’s mouth is full of delicious food.
That big pig's head will definitely not be able to get down if it doesn't have hundreds of people.
It's all down like this, what a waste of money.
Is the sense of ritual so important?
Or rather, this link is indispensable.
Taiqinggou accepted the tribute, and then received the gift of big fish?
However, those fish were brought by Mr. Long, not from the local area.
Alas, there is no way to delve into it, and it cannot withstand consideration.
When Long Er saw that the sacrifice to the lake was finished, he quickly handed Master Long a handful of laozi.
Young Master Long inserted it through the hole in the ice, stirred it up vigorously, and lifted it up with a roar.
"Open the lake head fish, here it comes!"
Then, I don’t know whether the head fish is too big or the dragon’s body structure is too bad, but it didn’t pull.
Long Er quickly went up to help, and with the combined efforts of the two of them, they pulled the first fish out of the water.
The eldest cousin and the second cousin also came up to help and put the head fish directly on the prepared scale.
"Sixty-six pounds, sixty-six pounds, so lucky."
Mr. Long cursed in his heart. He had promised not to do too much, but it turned out to be a mistake.
