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After the statue comes into contact with blood, it will flash red for a while, and then turn black and red as if stained with the traces of time.
Looking at the wood carving now, it seems like it has been passed down for hundreds or thousands of years.
There are freshly carved shapes everywhere, as if the wood was born like this, completely natural, as if it has become a living thing, very spiritual.
Is this showing off?
Does Tong Aiguo have other businesses?
Cai Gen started to have random thoughts.
A new object, after he talked about it and stained it with blood, turned into an antique?
If the first one was a coincidence, then the next seventy to eighty ninety new wood carvings that Tong Aiguo brought out confirmed Cai Gen's guess.
Until Tong Aiguo finished aging more than 20 wood carvings, he seemed tired enough, so he sat down next to Cai Gen, lifted up his mask, and stretched out two fingers.
Cai Gen didn't think there was anything unexpected, so he naturally took out a cigarette and lit it for Tong Aiguo.
"Uncle Tong, are you done? Are you paying on a piece-rate basis, or are you selling it as a set?"
Tong Aiguo took a puff of cigarette and frowned.
I don’t understand what Cai Gen is talking about, or what bizarre plot he is imagining here.
"One national god, six ancestor gods, twenty-six nature gods, these are all done.
Now we’re down to the last one, I’ll smoke a cigarette and take a break, I won’t be able to accept it anymore.”
As expected, it was a complete set. Cai Gen felt that the knife skills and the distressing techniques would definitely not be cheap.
But I haven’t seen it in the news. Where can I buy this thing?
"Uncle Tong, is this craft known to anyone? Can you teach me?"
Um?
Cai Gen's request made Tong Aiguo's eyes light up. It makes sense for the light rain to moisten things silently. It's so right that things will work out slowly.
Did Cai Gen become interested after watching it for a while?
"Why do you suddenly want to learn?
If you join Shamanism, I will teach you all these things, including teaching and understanding."
Sure enough, there is still a threshold. To learn skills, you have to join shamanism. Cai Gen was vague.
"Then tell me first, how much does this set cost and what are the sales channels?
How is the profit? What are the main customer groups?”
"You still want to sell your ancestors?"
"If you don't sell it, why are you going to all this trouble?"
Tong Aiguo really wanted to stab Cai Gen with a small stone knife, but he finally held back.
"These are statues of gods. We dare not sell them. They must be worshiped every day."
This made Cai Gen confused.
"Uncle Tong, if you don't want me to make a fortune with you, I understand. It's your business secret.
Who worships the gods and carves new ones instead of old ones? Are you bullying me for not studying enough?"
It turns out that this is what happened. Tong Aiguo understood Cai Gen's train of thought and was a little bit dumbfounded.
He got up and went to Daoxiang Hall, took out a dark statue and put it in Cai Gen's hand.
"This is the statue from last year. Now the wood is ordinary and cannot withstand the heroic spirits of our ancestors.
I have worshiped you for a year, this virtue, how can I not replace it with a new one?"
Cai Gen looked at the statue in his hand. It was already full of cracks and riddled with holes. It was about to fall apart.
"So that's it. Then Uncle Tong, your shamanism is very expensive for the statues. Can't you make some copper?"
"Metal has poor breathability, which makes our ancestors feel aggrieved."
Wow, this is unfamiliar territory. Cai Gen has seen so many bronze statues since he was a child, and he doesn’t know how many gods he has wronged.
"How troublesome it would be to replace it with a new one every year. Will it always be like this?"
Tong Aiguo's temper got worse again, and he stretched out two fingers again.
Cai Gen was again raped and lit cigarettes for others.
"It hasn't always been like this. In the past, many statues of gods made of fairy wood were passed down, and they are old objects that have been passed down for hundreds of thousands of years.
What about voluntary donations?
His consciousness is quite high, Cai Gen really didn’t notice it.
After Tong Aiguo's explanation, Cai Gen also understood what Aolai Naleng meant, which was to replace the statues of ancestors on New Year's Eve.
Also, if you don't change your clothes today, how will you receive the incense tomorrow? This is a matter of eating, and it is indeed very important.
I looked at my phone. It was New Year's Eve soon. I didn't know how long the ceremony would take. The Xiaoling Tmall outside the door was probably frozen solid, right?
"Uncle Tong, how long do I have to stay here? Is it almost done?"
Tong Aiguo put on his mask again and jumped into the incense hall.
"The last ancestral shaman is almost here."
What Tong Aiguo brought out this time was not a statue, but a small box.
It's antique and classy, and it looks like it contains valuable items.
A small transparent disc is inserted into the golden velvet in the box.
Cai Gen looked at it for a long time but didn't recognize it. Could it be the scales of some animal?
Dragon scales? Snake scales? It can’t be a pangolin, right?
It turns out that not all ancestors need to change their jobs, there are also original ones.
Judging from Tong Aiguo's respectful attitude, this should be the final ancestral witch.
The transparent scales suddenly exploded with a squeaking sound after being stained with blood, which surprised Cai Gen.
Did something unexpected happen?
"Uncle Tong, what's going on? What happened?"
Tong Aiguo was also stunned. He didn't know, so he couldn't answer Cai Gen.
Did something really happen to Taiqinggou?
Taking out the broken disc from the small box, Tong Aiguo looked at it carefully for a long time, then suddenly put it into his mouth, chewed it twice, and then swallowed it.
I'm going to go, are you so cold and careless?
Dare he eat the scales of the ancestral witch?
Cai Gen was stunned by Tong Aiguo's behavior, which was too outrageous.
Unconsciously, he covered his mouth with his hand and looked at Tong Aiguo with horrified eyes. I really didn't know what he would do next.
After Tong Aiguo swallowed the disc, he thought for a while, sighed deeply, and went to another room.
When I came back, I had the same disc in my hand.
Is there any backup?
This ancestral witch actually has backup copies of his scales?
Cai Gen really couldn't understand it more and more. Shamanism was beyond common sense.
Tong Aiguo respectfully put the intact small disc into the small box and stained it with blood again.
Similarly, as soon as the disc was touched with blood, it exploded immediately, exactly like what happened just now.
This time, Tong Aiguo did not eat the pieces, nor did he hesitate, and walked away again.
Sure enough, I came back with the same disc.
The second time, I reinstalled it respectfully and carefully removed the blood.
As expected, it also exploded, which immediately confused Tong Aiguo.
Why is this happening? I have never encountered this before.
Cai Gen didn't dare to ask, he could only watch helplessly, and he couldn't do much to help.
This time Tong Aiguo went away for a long time, and when he came back he had a bulging transparent bag in his hand.
I put the packaging bag on the ground and took out a round piece from inside.
Cai Gen nodded silently. Shamanism has a solid foundation. The scales on the ancestral shaman's body are all packed in plastic bags.
How much do you have to keep as a reserve? It’s so natural.