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Chapter 1613

Chapter 1613

"How the hell do you dare to question my professional ability! Many mysteries in history are finally solved by people's speculation. If you don't speculate! It's been seven or eight hundred years! The devil knows! What exactly happened back then?

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I said with a cold face, "Who are you scolding? Are you eating shit? You are so irritable and unqualified, why can't you speak well?"

"Oh...brother, this is how I talk and behave. I can't change it if I get used to it. Can you please stop being like me?"

"Okay," I waved my hand and said, "Since you are so professional, I also want to ask you about some things. There are many people here, so we should find a place to eat at noon and talk while eating."

"Okay, brother, let's go and take my car. I also want to make you my friend."

We went to the county town to find a small restaurant for a drink, and he and I continued chatting.

There are three hundred and sixty people in the industry, and there are experts in each industry. Chatting with such people can learn a lot of new knowledge that you don't understand at all.

At the very least, I gained a new understanding of ancient shamanistic culture, ancient witchcraft worship, etc.

The names and "gods" I mentioned are all real, including this climbing god! They are mentioned in many ancient Tibetan and Manchu books. Don't think that I created them myself.

The original concept of shamanism was that "all things have animism". Among them, the Daur people, the Oroqen people, and the Ewenki people all believed in and worshiped an ancestral god called "Bainacha".

This name is also called "Baiyin Nacha" in ancient Chinese, which translated into modern language means "rich and powerful dad".

Uncle Ma Liang said to me last night: "I hope father will bless you too." He probably meant that he hoped Bai Nacha would bless us.

This is the best ancestral god among shamans. In addition, there are also "Balqin", a male midwife who never misses a beat. In the past, when women had difficulty giving birth, they would silently recite in their hearts: "Balqin bless you, Balqin."

Qin bless you," so that pregnant women can give birth safely.

There is also the fox god "Sumu Balken" who governs the love between men and women. His original form is a red-haired century-old vixen. According to the shaman culture, it is said that if a single young man goes to the temple to worship Sumu Balken, he will soon find a marriage.

There are also these, Abagarji (bear god), Hayan (soul), Gajirbalken (god of the well), Ayanbalken (animal god).

Dobi Balken (Tree God), Huotong Balken (House God), Wuxi Balken (Toilet God) and so on.

In addition, there are bad gods, evil gods, like the climbing gods of Dangxiang, and other messy gods. This system is very complicated and no one can study it clearly now.

Wu Shixun also saw the willow branch that the little old man was holding in his hand before he died. He told me that it was no ordinary thing, but an "Ongtur" in shamanism. Holding it in your hand can drive away certain bad things.

There are also other magical instruments, such as rosary beads, drum hammers, prayer wheels, sacred fans, cloth flags, bells, leather drums, sacred hats, vajra buttons, etc.

I kept smoking at the dinner table.

He threw a peanut into his mouth, chewed it and said: "Obviously, there was something that restricted the climbing god before, but now that it is unchecked, it has come to take revenge. The old man in the ancestral hall definitely did not die of heart disease, but.

...Based on my secret observations in the village over the past two months, I already know who it is."

"You know? Who is it?"

He pushed up his glasses and said with a solemn expression: "During the two days of the Buddhist Festival in Kangding, there is a folk custom called burning stones. The old woman in the village who is responsible for watching the burning of stones must be a climbing god."

When I heard this, I lost my grip on the cigarette and dropped it to the ground.

I remembered! Really!

The old woman who burned stones, I saw her on the Buddha Festival!

That time, I glanced at the old woman across the fire.

I then suffered a nosebleed and suffered severe altitude sickness, and almost died!


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