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I said so many words, but the other party probably only heard three words "Yang Jinhua" from beginning to end, right? !
But Chen Dachun had just most likely taken out a bunch of organs from the dead man's belly, and he was still thinking about Yang Jinhua. Isn't this hopeless?
My fingers contracted slightly and I pinched the hair in my hand. Chen Dachun made a sound of pain and seemed to finally remember my question:

"I got it from Shucheng Funeral Home and bribed the staff to get it."

I was stunned. This answer was completely different from what I had just imagined. It was really unexpected.

Funeral parlor, ordinary people in the funeral parlor?

That's not some villager from Wutou Village with built-in buffs.
What about utility?

It doesn’t seem right to use the organs of dead ordinary people to make rejuvenation dumplings?
It is true that the five internal organs symbolize the vitality of the human body in ancient methods, but the organs of a dead person have lost their vitality, how can they still achieve the effect of 'rejuvenation'?
Could it be that the other party was lying?
But if you look at Chen Dachun's brain, you can see from his eyes to his head and then to the soles of his feet. From top to bottom, nothing can be hidden.

It really doesn't look like he's lying.

For a moment, I didn't understand the causal relationship between dead organs and 'rejuvenation', so my movements showed a little sluggishness. Chen Dachun's eyes rolled around, not only did he think of something, he repeatedly begged for mercy:
"Miss, I was wrong. I was just angry that you didn't help me pursue my master, so what I said was a bit unpleasant."

"I didn't mean it. I won't dare to do it next time."

"Let me tell you exactly what happened. In fact, the master arranged for me to get some Wuzang meat and wash it."

When I heard the name that was different from what I thought, my pupils suddenly shrank:
"Tell me more, what kind of meat?"

Chen Dachun was interrupted by me and suddenly felt a little confused. However, he was still half-kneeling on the ground, even his hair was under my palm. He did not dare to show the triumphant face of a villain just now, but patiently repeated again:
"Five hidden meats, five hidden meats."

This time, I could clearly hear every word the other person said, and it completely matched the nouns in the book that I remembered.

Dirty, called Tibetan in ancient times.

So a long time ago, the five internal organs and the five zodiacs actually referred to the same thing.

But about a thousand years ago, after a huge catastrophe, they were completely separated.

Not only are the sounds divided into the same pronunciation but different tones, but even the things they originally refer to are
No, in fact it is still the same. It always refers to only one thing, and that is——

The organs of the gods.

Of course, the gods referred to here do not refer to living gods, but to statues of gods.

Many people have never seen the inside of the statue, and only think it is a sculpture or clay sculpture, and then sculpted into a golden body. However, in fact, before the statue is completed, the symbolic Wu Zang meat must be installed inside as a symbolic internal organ.

People believe that adding viscera means "completeness", and adding symbolic viscera to gods and goddesses is to give gods and Buddhas "spiritual consciousness" and "vitality".

This process is commonly known as pretending to be dirty.

And why was I so surprised when I heard Chen Dachun talk about Wu Zangrou?
It's because, when he said "five viscera meat", he was actually holding "five viscera meat"!
The details of this must be mentioned about the incident thousands of years ago——

That "disaster of pretending to be dirty" almost killed most of the capable people and strangers at that time, and it was so difficult to deal with it!
【There were sacrifices in ancient times.

Sacrifice to heaven and earth.

First, burn the fragrant and smoky plants, and let the smoke go straight into the sky, hoping to reach the spirits of heaven and earth.

Sacrifice to the earth is also done by mixing spices with soil and burying it in the ground for the purpose of the earth.

The burnt offering is useless. It is promoted to three animals. The three animals are useless. Heaven and earth do not respond. Then it is promoted to a human animal. The human animal is useless.
Then let the noble ones come.

In "Jin Lao", Duke Zhou hopes to use his own life to withstand the life of the then emperor Wu Wangfa.

The reason used at that time was "I am versatile and can accompany my ancestors; if they are not as good as me, you can just let me go." Therefore, at that time, it was not only slaves who were despised. When the heaven and earth were not in harmony, it was also the "responsibility of the nobles" to serve the ancestors and gods.

If the sacrifices are not enough, flesh and blood will be piled on top of each other in the hope that one day, heaven and earth will agree to do what they want.

Under this starting point, for more than a thousand years, what worked first and what worked first took effect, and almost everyone accepted this method by default.

Therefore, ordinary people will be particularly 'serious' when dealing with issues of faith.

In a place with strong faith, within a certain period of time, almost as long as a statue of a god is completed, an elected person will lose his own organs.

Of course, because it is too 'serious' to keep the many internal organs fresh and in excellent condition, there may be several people.

Because you have to buy human sacrifices, make statues, and build temples, which are beyond the reach of ordinary people, so basically those who build temples are rich and noble people.

The real beginning of the story comes from a poor man.

The poor man is an old man, but he is not considered old. In fact, he is only twenty-six years old.

But in tribal villages where it is common for people to get married and have children at the age of sixteen, he is considered a first-class old man.

Like countless ordinary stories, he had an old father who died of injuries long ago during hunting, an old mother who had been sick all year round, and a crumbling thatched house.

When it hasn't rained yet, he, the only man in the family, needs to climb up to the house with mud, paste the mud on the leaky areas of the thatch, and let it dry and harden, hoping that when it rains the next day, there will be no leakage of water and no leakage. So that my mother, who is suffering from illness at home, can feel more comfortable.

But this was obviously an extravagant hope. Although he took good care of his mother, his mother's illness was definitely not something that could be cured overnight or caused by a little rain.

Rather, they are poor.

There is no good environment, no good witch doctor, and no money to buy various medicinal herbs.

In fact, because he was clearly poor, he couldn't afford to pay back at first glance. He couldn't even borrow Bei (Bei: coins) or grain.

What's even more ironic is that when the young man's father was still alive, their family was a very famous family of philanthropists who would selflessly donate their food to other people who didn't have enough to eat.

But these people disappeared without a trace.

Therefore, for a long period of time, in addition to hunting and helping out every day, the young man earned the food and a little medicine needed to barely sustain himself and his mother.

I can only kneel down in front of the large or small statues of gods believed by the witch doctors, hoping to make my mother feel more comfortable.

The old mother felt heartbroken when she saw him getting haggard and having to maintain the family.

But she was just an ordinary old mother, and she couldn't think of anything useful.

So in order not to drag down her children, she chose the most extreme method——

suicide.

One day, when the young man returned home from hunting, he heard a loud noise in the surrounding river from a distance.

Taking a closer look, it was his old mother who was lifted out of the river. 】

Don't worry, I'm also anxious to read QAQ, but the word count for this chapter has already been reached