human suffering

Chapter 1968 Nine Moves
Xia Zhi's anger?
Nine arguments?

Cai Gen lost his mind at once.

"Er Zhen Baylor, what is this Jiubian?

Could it be that after eating, you can pull out nine shapes of poop? "

vomit!
Erzhen Baylor was almost vomited by Cai Gen.

Glancing at Cai Gen resentfully, he said angrily.

"Cai Gen, why are you so dismissive?
You can talk about everything, but your brain?

When I was in the battle of Gan, I really asked the elder grandpa.

After all, he is considered the oldest, and has spent the longest time with God of Suffering.

According to him, he has never eaten this dish.

However, in the recipe of Kushen, it is a unit of spiciness.

The first debate is slightly spicy, the second debate is medium spicy, sophistry is spicy, and so on.

Jiubian should be the spiciest dish.

After eating, not only can you feel the hotness of summer, but you can also get rid of dirt and dirt all over your body.

Dayu was not born with a good physique, and the God of Suffering gave him a lot of tonics during his growth, so a large amount of indigestible dirt accumulated in his body.

It's a three-point drug, you know, right?
Later, Dayu was able to reach that height, relying on eating Jiubian to detoxify.

According to my understanding, it's not just detoxification, it's like washing the essence and cutting the marrow, reborn, but the process must be quite painful, and only a person like Dayu can carry it.

No, Cai Gen, don't you have the recipe for the god of suffering?
What have you woken up to?
The god of bitterness walks in the rivers and lakes, and the capital to settle down is his recipe.

You don't have a recipe, what are you doing? "

What I said was good at the beginning, but the more I said it, the worse it became.

Cai Gen is full of lawsuits.

The recipe of the God of Suffering, the diary of the God of Suffering.

I have been in the name of awakening the God of Suffering for so long, and I haven't seen a single hair.

Not only did he not see any hair, but he was also bald.

The more he thought about Cai Gen, the more depressed he became, and suddenly he had a flash of inspiration.

"Erzhen Baylor, you said that the first grandfather has been with the God of Suffering for the longest time?
So, does he know the recipe for the bitter god?

Is the first grandfather the apprentice of the God of Suffering?
No, isn't the first grandpa a wooden man?
Could it be that the god of suffering took him to test dishes and accidentally fell under the curse? "

Erzhen Baylor burst out laughing.

"Cai Gen, your imagination is good, keep it up.

The first grandpa did have a longer time with the God of Suffering than we did.

However, he is not an apprentice of the God of Suffering, nor has he been cursed.

But
This, I don't know whether to say it or not.

Don't tell the first grandpa, I told you. "

Ok?
Is it so secretive?
Cai Gen nodded vigorously, and his chest slapped.

"Don't worry, I'm quite strict with my mouth, and I never touch my wife's tongue."

Erzhen Baylor put on various expressions of disbelief, and felt that it was not safe to say it from his own mouth, so he began to guide Cai Gen.

"Cai Gen, let me ask you, what do you need to cook?"

"Ingredients?"

"You cook with your hands?"

"Kitchenware?"

"Your family only eats cold dishes?"

"Stove?"

"It's getting closer, what kind of stove does Kushen need to cook?"

"stove?"

"wrong."

"firewood?"

"No, it's kind of close."

"A furnace hook?"

"No, almost."

Cai Gen suddenly fell silent.

Restored, Mr. Pei's survival in the wilderness, and the primitive life of living alone in the wilderness.

How to light a fire and cook without modern supplies?
Combined with the appearance of the first generation grandfather, and the lessons learned from Mao Mao, Cai Gen felt that his eyes brightened.

"No, the fire stick?"

Erzhen Baylor didn't nod or shake his head.

"That's what you said, I didn't say."

I was dizzy, it turned out to be a fire stick.

Cai Gen didn't know what to think.

"No, Ezenbaelor.

I just do not understand.

You said that you are the God of Fishing, so it is understandable to look like an ancestor.

After all, people in the past lived by hunting, and fishing was very important.

So, how did a fire stick become an ancestor god?
Is it because of being overwhelmed by the god of suffering?
Do chickens and dogs ascend to heaven?
The used steel wool ball became a spirit, and the used fire stick became a god?
Is it a bit too much?

It's not scientific. "

Erzhen Baylor was a little upset when he heard that Cai Gen looked down on the elder grandfather so much.

"Cai Gen, you know what a fart.

The fire stick was an absolutely indispensable and important tool for people in the past.

At that time, the preservation of fire mainly relied on fire sticks.

You can't drill wood to make fire every day, can you?
Therefore, an easy-to-use fire stick can provide people with cooked food, disperse wild animals, carry fire, and travel at home. It is a must-have product.

According to legend, the salary in the torch was originally the fire stick represented by the first generation grandpa.

Therefore, the first grandpa can be ranked first among the ancestral gods of our shamanism, with a lofty status, much more important than my fishing god and hunting god.

Hey, you may not be able to understand it now, but you can't be disrespectful to the elder grandfather, otherwise"

Erzhen Baylor didn't say what happened next, but Cai Gen felt the warning.

It is not to warn Cai Gen that he will be threatened, but to warn Cai Gen that he will miss a lot.

Combining with Mao Mao's affairs, Cai Gen thinks about the elder grandpa again, and thinks that the fire stick must be stronger than the steel wool ball, right?
A simple comparison puts away contempt.

"Oh, I was joking just now, and I know it well.

Of course I respect the elder grandfather, they are all old acquaintances.

It's just that he was a bit inarticulate and didn't speak.

I almost took the incense root from Tong Ai's family back then, but when I went around for a while, I got together with the fire stick again, no, the first generation grandpa got together, it was a reincarnation of fate.

but"

Xia Qi's singing paused, and he spoke suddenly.

"The third volume of Tiange, nine strokes.

Autumn's sorrow. "

The third scroll flew up, and the golden characters, like the first two scrolls, flew into Xia Qi's mouth, and when they came out again, they turned into yellow rhythms.

The whole cave seems to be coated with a layer of gold powder, just like being in a golden wheat field, full of harvest atmosphere.

Cai Gen was taken aback.

Why mourn when it is harvest time?

Shouldn't autumn be more joyful?
Planting in spring and harvest in autumn, where is the sadness?
It's not good to bother Erzhen Baylor all the time, asking non-stop, so he can only take a step forward, slightly stained with a golden rhythm.

It was that trace of rhythm that struck Cai Gen's mind as if struck by lightning. With a bang, the scene in front of him completely changed.

A tall altar rose from the ground, surrounded by harvested grain.

Countless people bowed around the altar, crying loudly.

Thank God for the good weather.

Thank the earth for the crops that grow.

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 sorrow.

This sadness is entirely due to gratitude, and I regard every plant, every tree, every flower and every leaf as the same life as myself, there is no high or low, only life is precious.

For the continuation of people, these lives have made selfless sacrifices.

So, people have reason to be sad.

Cai Gen was also integrated into this atmosphere, and he didn't feel anything wrong or incomprehensible.

It's as if life is equal, there is no high or low.

To gain is to be grateful, to lose is to be sad, it is only natural and justified.

Perhaps, it should be so.

In Cai Gen's heart, there is no longer any exaggerated and hypocritical reason for the words "sad spring and sad autumn". It is entirely out of gratitude for possession and sorrow of loss.

Moreover, Cai Gen was immersed in this atmosphere, unable to extricate himself, and the deep sense of self-blame and guilt continued to grow.

It made Cai Gen feel that he did not deserve to live.

There is no positive meaning in living by yourself.

Living alone is worthless.

To live by oneself is a mistake, a sinner, a dung-making machine
(End of this chapter)