Chapter 74: The Way of Bone Divination and the Chicken (Part 2)
Gongliang lay at the window and looked outside. There was still light snow falling in the sky, but the wind was not as strong as yesterday.
It had been raining for several days, and the ground in the tribe was covered with a layer of white snow, and the originally green world outside turned completely white in a short period of time.
The weather is getting colder and colder, and even if there is an animal skin curtain to block it, it can't resist the waves of coldness coming from outside.
Fortunately, the firewood was burning in the kitchen stove, which spread the heat to every corner of the stone house, making the house warm.
Seeing the scene outside, Gongliang was too lazy to go out, so he was studying the art of bone divination in the room.
After yesterday's experience, he was not in a hurry to look at the cracked rune bones. Instead, he first picked up the animal skin roll wrapped with rune bones and looked at it. After reading it, he realized that bone divination is not without price. Bones
Divination is actually a method of divination and the ability to communicate with the gods of heaven and earth.
Since you want to communicate with the gods of heaven and earth, you need to mediate sacrifices.
After all, if you are not a caring person, you can work hard and give without any regrets, and you still need to eat.
The animal bones are both the medium and the sacrifice.
In the past, the desert people liked to use powerful animal bones for divination, such as rune bones, because the rune bones contain huge energy. When doing divination, they can not only communicate the will of the gods of heaven and earth, but also use it for sacrifices, which can be said to kill two birds with one stone. This is
The origin of the art of bone divination.
In fact, in addition to bone divination, there are also divination methods such as tortoise divination, jade divination, and grass divination, and the utensils used are all rare.
The patterns on the rune bones that Gongliang watched yesterday were burned and cracked. They were made by sacrifices and divination. They contained a trace of the will of heaven and earth, imprinting everything that was divination.
When he looked at the crack, he was communicating with this strand of will, which required a lot of energy to maintain, so it caused a large loss of body energy. Fortunately, there was still energy left in his body, otherwise this strand of will would drain away his true energy in the next moment.
Essence, blood, and even lifespan are used to maintain the immortality of the will.
In this world, there is no love without reason, everything has to pay a price.
It's just light or heavy.
Gongliang slowly looked at the animal skin roll, studied it carefully, and his mind sank into it, forgetting everything outside.
For several days, he did not go out, concentrating on reading the animal skin scrolls and studying the cracks on the rune bones. The consumption was extremely shocking. In just a few days, he almost ate all the food in the house.
Looking up from the roll of animal hides again and looking at the snow outside, Gongliang couldn't help but sigh, it's time to go hunting.
Yuan Gungun, who was lying in the soft fur nest, seemed to feel something. He walked to the golden-winged roc eagle egg, looked at it, and suddenly roared.
Gongliang heard the sound and walked over. When he saw its appearance, he immediately patted it angrily, "Why are you barking for nothing?"
"Ouch, ouch, ouch," Yuan Gungun pointed at the golden-winged roc carving egg and shouted: There is something inside.
When Gongliang sensed it through telepathy, he looked at the golden-winged roc eagle egg and found a crack in the eggshell. Hey, is the egg about to hatch? He was immediately interested, so he knelt down to take a look. It was just weird.
, even after a while, the cracks didn’t get bigger.
Could it be that this seam was damaged by Yuan Guan?
For a moment, Gong Liang looked at Yuan Guanguan's face and his expression turned bad.
"Snack, sip, sip"
At this moment, the sound of birds pecking at something came from the egg. Gongliang looked carefully and saw that something had pecked a small hole under the golden-winged Dapeng egg from the inside.
There were more and more small holes, forming a small door. Then, the eggshell door fell forward, and a bird that looked like a chicken came out of it.
"Chirp, chirp, chirp"
It really looks like a chicken, and it's only as big as a palm.
Both Yuan Gungun and Gong Liang opened their eyes in disbelief. This was a big bird egg as tall as half a man. How come a chicken as big as a palm came out?
"Chirp, chirp, chirp"
Usually animals will regard the first creature they see as their mother. As soon as the chick came out and saw Gongliang, it immediately screamed "chirp, chirp, chirp" and ran over. Gongliang held it in the palm of his hand and moved it from top to bottom.
I checked it carefully from left to right, front to back, but I couldn't connect the chick in front of me with the Golden-winged Dapeng Eagle.
How could such a big egg hatch into something so tiny?
Could it be that the Golden-winged Dapeng Eagle messed around outside and gave birth to hybrids with other things, which is what we usually call hybrids? Otherwise, this strange phenomenon cannot be explained.
Gongliang looked at the chicken, and the chicken looked at him with its dark eyes. Suddenly it pecked it, and he didn't know what the mouth was made of. It pecked a small hole in Gongliang's hand, and blood flowed out.
Gongliang threw his hand away in pain, and the chicken fluttered its soft wings and fell to the ground, looking at him innocently.
Gong Liang hurriedly went to get some powder to stop the bleeding. When he turned around, he saw the chicken chasing Yuan Gungun all over the house. He was so angry! Such a big panda was afraid of a chicken as big as a palm, so he immediately stopped Yuan Gungun.
, gave him a severe lesson.
Yuan Guanguan yelled at him dissatisfied.
When the chicken saw him, he stopped chasing Yuan Gungun and ran towards him instead. For some reason, the male conscience suddenly felt connected to the chicken, as if he knew what it meant.
It seemed to have a kind of admiration for him.
what happened?
The chicken ran to his feet and chirped, as if to say it was hungry.
He actually knows what this little thing is thinking? Why is it so strange? It's like it has been carved with psychic flame patterns. It's very weird.
The chicken started chirping again, it was endless and annoying.
Gongliang was annoyed by its barking, so he stopped thinking about those strange things and went to the kitchen to get some animal meat, chop it into fine pieces, mix it with some bone soup, put it in a stone bowl, and put it on the ground for him to eat.
Maybe the little thing was really hungry, so he buried himself in eating. While eating, he was chirping.
At this time, the telepathy didn't work anymore and it was all blurry.
Animals are fair-minded and don't know how to speak, so I can't understand them.
"Ouch ouch ouch"
"I don't like this little bird." Yuan Gungun came over and plucked Gong Liang's trousers with his paws and shouted.
Gongliang didn't bother to pay attention to it. It was really embarrassing for him to have such a big piece of meat being chased around by chickens. Besides, it would be good to have a chicken at home. At least it would be more lively, as long as he didn't poop or pee everywhere. He just had this idea
At the same time, the chick made a "pop" sound and pulled out a black and white piece of chicken shit from behind its butt.
I don't like this little bird. Yuan Guangun roared loudly.
So what if he doesn't like it, he can't kill it, it's so small and has no meat to eat.
Although I don’t know why he has telepathy with this chick, but since he does, he should be able to communicate.
So, he picked up the chick and came to the corner, pointed to the pile of sand where he had placed it, and said, "You have to poop here in the future, you know?"
"Chirp, chirp"
The chicken didn't seem to understand and looked at him with wide eyes.
Gongliang pointed to the piece of shit she had pooped, and then pointed to the sand in the corner. I don’t know if the chicken understood it, but it was just chirping there.
But Yuan Gungun was not satisfied. He ran over and yelled: "I don't want it to pull daddy there, bird poop smells so bad."
"You're not sleeping there. You don't care whether it smells or not. Besides, your shit won't stink anymore?" Gongliang said to Yuan Gungun in an annoyed tone.
Seeing that Gongliang didn't help it, but instead supported the little bird. Yuangun got angry, so he went back to his nest and lay down on his back, ignoring him. Gongliang didn't care about his little temper, and used the shell of the golden-winged roc-carved egg on the warm stove.
After making a small nest for the chickens, I continued to look at the animal skin rolls.
He still couldn't figure it out, how could such a big golden-winged Dapeng egg give birth to a bird as big as a chicken? He might as well call it a chicken from now on, as the name and form complement each other!