"Um, really Baylor, what kind of dish is this Jiu Bian?
Could it be that after eating, you can poop in nine shapes?"
vomit!
Well, Baylor almost vomited because of Cai Gen.
He glanced at Cai Gen resentfully and said angrily.
"Cai Gen, why are you so silent?
You can say anything but use your brain?
Back when we were fighting in Ganzhi, I actually asked the elders.
After all, he is the oldest and has been with the God of Pain the longest.
According to him, he has never eaten this dish.
However, in Kushen’s recipe, it is the spiciness unit.
The first argument is mildly spicy, the second argument is medium spicy, sophistry is spicy, and so on.
Jiubian is probably the spiciest dish.
After eating, not only can you feel the heat of summer, but your whole body can also be cleansed and decontaminated.
Dayu's congenital constitution was not very good. The god of suffering gave him a lot of tonics when he was growing up, so a lot of dirt that could not be digested accumulated in his body.
It’s medicine that’s three parts poison, you know, right?
Later, when Dayu was able to reach that height, he relied on eating Jiubian to detoxify.
According to my understanding, it is more than just detoxification. It is comparable to cleansing the essence and cutting out the marrow, and reborn. However, the process must be quite painful, and only a person like Dayu can endure it.
No, Cai Gen, don’t you have the recipe for the God of Bitterness?
So what have you woken up to?
The God of Bitterness travels around the world, and the foundation for his livelihood is his diet.
Without a recipe, what the hell are you doing?"
What he said was nice at first, but the more he said it, the more he said it.
Cai Gen looks like a litigant.
The Recipe of the God of Ku, The Diary of the God of Ku.
I have been known as the Awakening God of Pain for so long, but I haven't even seen a single hair.
Not only was there no hair at all, he was also bald.
The more I thought about Cai Gen, the more depressed I became, and suddenly an idea struck me.
"Eh, Zhen Baylor, you said that the first generation has been following the God of Pain for the longest time?
So, does he know the recipe of the God of Bitterness?
Is the First Master the disciple of the God of Bitterness?
That’s not right, isn’t the first generation just a wooden person?
Could it be that he was accidentally cursed because the God of Bitterness tried some food on him?"
Well, Belle burst into laughter.
"Cai Gen, you have a good imagination, keep it up.
The elder grandfather has indeed been with the God of Pain longer than we have.
However, he is not the disciple of the God of Bitterness, nor is he cursed.
Rather
I don't know whether to talk about this or not.
You must not tell the senior master, I told you."
Um?
So secretive?
Cai Gen nodded vigorously, and his chest slapped loudly.
"Don't worry, I'm quite strict with my words and I never gossip about my wife."
Er Zhenbeile put on various expressions of disbelief, feeling that it was not safe to say it from his own mouth, so he started to guide Cai Gen.
"Cai Gen, let me ask you, what do you need for cooking?"
"Ingredients?"
"Does your family cook with their hands?"
"Kitchenware?"
"Does your family only eat cold dishes?"
"Stove?"
"It's relatively close. What kind of stove does Kushen need for cooking?"
"stove?"
"wrong."
"firewood?"
"No, it's a bit close."
"Stove hook?"
"No, it's almost done."
Cai Gen suddenly fell silent.
Restored, Mr. Bei's wilderness survival, and the primitive life of living alone in the wilderness.
Strip away modern supplies, how to make a fire for cooking?
Combined with the appearance of the first generation grandpa and Maomao's lessons learned from the past, Cai Gen felt his eyes light up.
"It's not about burning fire sticks, right?"
Well, Baylor didn't nod or shake his head.
"You said this, I didn't."
I was dizzy, it turned out to be a fire stick.
Cai Gen didn’t even know what to think.
"No, it's really Baylor.
I just do not understand.
You said you are the God of Fishing, so it is understandable that you are an ancestor.
After all, people in the past made a living by hunting, and fishing was very important.
So, how did a fire stick become an ancestor god?
Is it just because he was haunted by the God of Pain?
Do chickens and dogs ascend to heaven?
A used steel wire ball became a spirit, a used fire stick became a god?
Is it a bit too much?
It’s unscientific.”
Erzhenbeile was a little unhappy when she heard that Cai Gen looked down on the elder master so much.
"Cai Gen, you know nothing.
Fire sticks were an important and absolutely indispensable tool for people in the past.
At that time, preserving fire mainly relied on burning fire sticks.
You can't just drill wood and make fire every day, right?
Therefore, a useful fire stick can provide people with cooked food, drive away wild beasts, carry fire, and is a must-have for home and travel.
According to legend, the firewood in the legend is originally the fire stick represented by the first generation.
Therefore, the first generation of the great master can be ranked first among the ancestor gods of our shamanism. He has a high status and is much more important than our fishing god, hunting god, etc.
Hey, you may not understand it now, but you can't be disrespectful to the elder, otherwise"
Zhenbeile didn't say the next words, but Cai Gen sensed the warning.
It's not a warning that Cai Gen will be threatened, but a warning that Cai Gen will miss a lot of things.
Cai Gen combined with Maomao's incident and thought about the elder master, he felt that the strength of the fire stick must be stronger than the steel wire ball, right?
After a simple comparison, I put away my contempt.
"Oh, I was joking just now, I knew it well.
Of course I respect the elders, we are all old acquaintances.
It's just that he was a bit taciturn and never spoke.
I almost picked up the incense root from Tong Ai's family, but then I went round and round, and got together with the fire stick, no, the first generation master. It was really a reincarnation of fate.
but"
Xia Qi stopped singing and suddenly spoke.
"The third volume of Tiange, nine moves.
The Sorrow of Autumn.”
The third scroll flew up, and the golden characters, like the first two scrolls, flew into Xia Qi's mouth. When they came out again, they turned into yellow rhythms.
The entire cave seems to be coated with a layer of gold powder, like being in a golden wheat field, with a harvest atmosphere everywhere.
Cai Gen was stunned.
Why do we still feel sad when the harvest season comes?
Shouldn’t autumn be more joyful?
Planting in spring and harvesting in autumn, where is the sadness?
It was not good to keep bothering Zhen Baile with endless questions, so he could only take a step forward, slightly tainted with a hint of golden rhythm.
It was that rhythm that made Cai Gen's mind feel like it was struck by lightning. With a bang, the scene in front of him completely changed.
A tall altar rose from the ground, surrounded by piles of harvested grain.
Countless people knelt down and worshiped around the altar, crying loudly.
Thank God for the good weather.
Thank the earth for the growth of crops.
Thank you for the sacrifice of food.
Thank heaven and earth for supporting me.
There is no joy of harvest on people's faces, only deep sadness.
This sadness is entirely due to gratitude, equating every plant, tree, flower and leaf with the same life as myself. There is no high or low, only life is valuable.
For the continuation of people, these lives have made selfless contributions.
Therefore, people have reasons to be sad.
Cai Gen was also integrated into this atmosphere and did not feel anything inappropriate or difficult to understand.
It's as if life is inherently equal and there is no hierarchy.
You should be grateful when you get something, and be sad when you lose it. It is natural and right.
Perhaps, this is how it should be.
The four words "sadness for spring and sadness for autumn", in Cai Gen's heart, no longer have any exaggerated and pretentious reasons. They are entirely out of gratitude for possession and sadness of loss.
Moreover, Cai Gen was immersed in this atmosphere and could not extricate himself. His deep self-blame and guilt continued to grow.
It made Cai Gen feel that he didn't deserve to live.
There is no positive meaning in living by yourself.
Your life is worthless.
Living by yourself is a mistake, a sinner, a shit-making machine