No matter what, whether Cai Gen has gained courage or is greedy for money, this meal tonight must be given away.
Judging from the sad look on Cai Gen's face, he probably wasn't a coward, but probably jealous of money.
Before setting off to deliver the food in the afternoon, Cai Gen and Duan Xiaohong also had a conversation, which helped Cai Gen to muster the courage to deliver the food.
"Duan Tudou, we have known each other for such a long time, but we haven't had a good conversation yet.
Come, let’s talk.”
This kind and pleasant attitude made Duan Xiaohong's alertness instantly reach its highest level.
"Caibangzi, I haven't offended you recently. If you have any good farts, just let them go."
I have known for a long time that normal communication does not exist, and this guy should be tied to a pickup truck and fight with Naqi.
Cai Gen suppressed the impatience in his heart and remained as gentle as spring. He handed Duan Xiaohong a cigarette and kindly lit it for her.
"Oh, Xiaohong, you"
"Stop it, don't call me Xiaohong, I can't stand it, I have goosebumps all over my body.
If you want to get closer, you can call me Aunt Hong, or Hong Nai, whatever, I like it."
This was just a slap in the face. Cai Gen snatched her cigarette and crushed it into pieces after a few strokes.
"Duan Tudou, you are just someone who is disrespected by bears. It's no big deal. I just want to ask you, are you familiar with shamanism?"
Seeing that Cai Gen was suddenly furious, Duan Xiaohong felt that she was a bit pretentious and answered honestly.
“I seem to know, but I don’t know much.
The outside world always regards us as shamans, and we are misunderstood so much that we are too lazy to explain."
Um?
Is she still a sensible person?
There are many people who don't know what's going on with them, such as my wife Yuanyuan.
She has been a shaman for five years and has always considered herself a shaman. In fact, other shamans do not recognize her at all.
"Then tell me why there is such a misunderstanding?"
Seeing how eager Cai Gen was, Duan Xiaohong started to twist again, stretched out two fingers, and kept gesticulating in front of Cai Gen.
This is something that cannot be steamed or boiled. Cai Gen felt a headache.
He took out a cigarette again, lit it for her, and took a puff before starting to talk seriously.
"In terms of identity, there are essential differences, but in terms of expression, they are similar.
What other shamans worship is their ancestors, their nation, and nature. If their bloodline and ethnicity are different, they cannot become shamans.
This creates a natural barrier to outsiders, and not just anyone who wants to be a shaman can become one.
Who asked you, an outsider, to summon your own ancestors?
You invite people to come, but they won't come and won't give you this face at all.
But being a younger brother to a master does not have these natural obstacles, and there are no rigid requirements for national origin.
As long as there is a fate with the master, anyone can become a horse fairy, and anyone can ask the master to become famous all over the world and use the horse yin and yang.
I said this, can you understand?
I know you are slow to respond. If you don't understand, I can explain it to you in detail."
Oh, although Duan Xiaohong's last two sentences are annoying, the explanation is quite detailed.
It made Cai Gen understand a lot, and indirectly explained the relatively general summary of the Spirit Son Mother clearly.
It probably means that shamans are more demanding and more professional than shamans.
Because the requirements are high, it is more difficult to pass it on, so it is rare.
"Short potatoes, tell me, are the shamans better at recruiting ancestors, or are you better at recruiting masters?"
Duan Xiaohong felt contempt for Cai Gen's statement. What is a move?
"Cai Bangzi, this is winter. If it were summer, this thunder would definitely kill you. You can't stop talking.
That's not called a move, a call, or a call from the heart. Do you understand?
As for who is more powerful, it depends on the person.
If the shaman invites someone with more than a hundred generations of ancestors, he must be very powerful and old.
But if the person you invite is your recently deceased father, it will be in vain because he is not old enough.
The same is true for us acting as heroes."
This is easier to understand, and Cai Gen doesn’t need to understand it much.
"Duan Tudou, have you watched the old man in the video just now?
He said that what he worships is shamanism, and he seems to be some kind of patriarch. Is their system of worshiping gods very different?"
Duan Xiaohong had finished smoking, so she took another one by herself. After lighting it, she remained silent and lowered her head to smoke.
After a long time, he answered Cai Gen.
"I actually don't know. I just asked a master to ask, and what he said was not very detailed.
It’s actually too old, so maybe the system is quite different.
Shamanism was originally called wizards, so they are all descendants of ancestral witches.
In addition to worshiping ancestral witches, they also worship national gods, ancestor gods, and natural gods.
Ethnic gods are worshiped according to the ethnic group. The Manchus, Oroqen, etc. are all different.
The differences between ancestors and gods are even greater. Different ancestors, of course, have different worshippers.
However, the shaman community is a people of fishing and hunting. They are roughly divided into four gods of fishing, hunting, agriculture and forestry, plus the god of war, and yes, the ancestor god.
The first-generation grandpa you mentioned is an ancestral god of the Manchu people.
As for the gods of nature, they are more broad, including eagle gods, bird gods, tiger gods, etc. They are quite complex and have many types.
Anyway, as long as they can do things, they can worship any shaman, and they are all really powerful.
The above are the exact words that the master just said. As for how much you understand, you can understand as much as you like.
I won’t say it a second time, and I won’t explain it to you.”
The other Cai Gen didn't take it seriously, but he understood this ancestor god.
It's really different.
For example, both are called Hunting God. Yours is the third uncle, and mine may be the second uncle, so they are definitely not the same person.
For another example, I think your fourth uncle is a fierce warrior, so he can be worshiped as the God of War.
When you really need to ask God for help, just come and help.
This way of worshiping God is so casual and really close to nature.
As long as you are happy, you can worship anyone. Of course, as long as they let you worship, otherwise it will be in vain.
This is so simple and harmonious, much better than heaven or the west.
It is also much more flexible than the Hu, Huang, Chang Mang and other major families that Chu Maxian and others have fixed.
Although it is very primitive and has the longest vintage, it still has its own advantages, which should not be underestimated.
"So, last question.
Duan Tudou, do you want to see what a real shaman is like? This is a good opportunity to open your eyes.
We are just destined, otherwise I can give you this opportunity? Just line up and go."
Duan Xiaohong immediately sat up straight, looked around, and then looked at the sky outside the window.
"Cai Bangzi, you've been writing for so long, don't you want me to help you deliver food to that dead old man?"
"Shut up, you damn old man, those are our valued customers who share children, and they are all elderly people living alone who need care.
Although you close your eyes and don't speak, you seem to have a little, a little, a little personality, but I will never tolerate you insulting my customers."
Duan Xiaohong simply did not argue with Cai Gen, left a bah, turned around and went home.