Chapter 128 Like a junior Marigaga

Ghagon is the name given to the priest by the Dogon people, who is also the head of the clan. In the Dogon settlements, each cottage village has a Ghagon and Toleru is the religious high priest of the entire Bangjara Hill Range, that is, the Wagon people's great hopon.

The religion of the Dogon was Sirius worship, with a small and simple sacrifice every 60 days, a larger sacrifice every 60 months, and a large and solemn sacrifice every 60 years. Every time Sirius appears on the summit of Mount Bangjagara, the Dogon people worship together. For the Dogon this kind of Sirius worship, many modern scientists have never been able to crack it.

In the room where the council was held, Toleru had two stone benches brought and sat down for Shuangyun and Shuangyu, and he was still kneeling on the ground, completely unlike the previous Dahegong. He drank everyone away and quietly communicated with Lin He and the three of them with his mind.

Having a preliminary understanding of the living habits and religious culture of the Dogon people, Lin He looked at the thin and old Toleru still kneeling on the ground, and couldn't help but feel a little unbearable in his heart, and thought: Toleru, you don't have to kneel, you can sit on the ground.

Tollerus shook his head firmly, and thought: God and ancestors are here, and I am not qualified to sit.

This is also reasonable, leaving aside himself, Shuangyun and Shuangyu are the soul bodies of Bestani Cloud and Rain, and they are completely worthy of being their ancestors. Tollur is the great tribute of the Dogon people, with a very high status and deep respect among the clansmen, and at this moment in front of the three of them, he is like a junior.

Lin He no longer insisted, and thought: Toleru, you don't have words, how did the knowledge and history of your ancestors pass down?

Ptoleru thought: Please rest assured that the gods and ancestors do not know how to write, but we Dogon people can preserve the stories of our ancestors by singing songs.

Just relying on the back of poems and singing, it is inevitable that there will not be a word for word, and it has been passed down for thousands of years, so I am afraid that there will be a lot of omissions.

Without waiting for Lin He's mind to ask, Toleru thought again: All of our Hagong will sing poetry, which is a necessary condition for becoming Hegong. During the sacrifice, Hegong would repeatedly chant poems to his people and tell the stories of their ancestors. If a hagong makes a mistake in the chanting, even if it is a mistake or misses a word, he can no longer serve as a hegong. So, for us Dogon people, the story of our ancestors will not be forgotten.

Lin He nodded, it seems that it is not easy to be a competent Hegong. However, such a demanding requirement can indeed ensure that their knowledge and history will not be forgotten. As for whether it was really word for word, Lin He had no intention of pursuing it, after all, this was the Dogon people's own business, and he couldn't and couldn't change the natural development of the Dogon people.

Lin He thought and said: Do you Dogon people use your thoughts to speak and communicate?

"Of course not, there are not many people who can really communicate with their minds. For nearly 3,000 years, we Dogon people have multiplied from 12 ancestors to the present, not counting other places, in Bangjagara alone, we have more than 200,000 Dogon people. Of course, after merging with other races, some of them are not pure. My clansmen here can be said to be pure, and there are more than 10,000 people in total, but except for Hegong, there are no more than ten people who can communicate with their minds.

It seems that the instinct of the Sirius people is very degraded on Earth, but fortunately there are still a small number of people who have this instinct, otherwise they will not be able to communicate smoothly without understanding the language.

Lin He thought: Toleru, I want to listen to your poems before leaving, can you tell me with your thoughts?

Toleru thought: "In the past, some Caucasian people came here, and they also wanted to listen to poetry, but our Ghagon only sang part of it, and the story of our ancestors cannot be told to outsiders in its entirety. The man of God wanted to check that our hymn was correct, and I could do so, but I begged the man and the foreman to stay here for a few more days.

Lin He thought: Why? I don't want to disturb your lives.

In three days' time, my granddaughter, Marigaga, will return, and she will be able to sing songs for God and for the foregone.

Smiling slightly, Lin He thought: Don't you know how to sing, is your granddaughter better than you singing? .

Tollerus shook his head and thought, "I don't have to sing for Marigaga, I think you'd love to see her."

Lin He was a little puzzled, and thought: See her? What's so special about your granddaughter?

"Yes, she is special, because her soul is Mali."

What's the situation? Lin He was taken aback, and hurriedly thought: Marigaga is the soul body of Mali? Are you not mistaken?

"I can guarantee that every time Mali's soul is reincarnated, we know who it is."

There is actually the reincarnation of the soul of Mali here, Lin He was a little impatient, and thought: Tell me, where is she now? Call her, and I will see her at once.

Toleroux thought: she is not here, she is studying in faraway Paris, but she will be back in three days.

This was completely unexpected by Lin He, Toleroux's granddaughter was actually the reincarnation of Mali, Lin He thought: You are talking about Paris, France? How did she end up studying there, and what did she study?

Toleroux smiled and thought: Half a year ago, several French people came here to conduct archaeological research, one of them was Professor Nasser, he said that Marigaga was a natural model, and it happened that he had a friend who was a professor at the Paris Model Institute, so he asked Marigaga to go to Paris to study modeling.

Lin He thought: How old is Marigaga? Aren't you worried about letting an outsider take it to France?

"Yes, Professor Nasser is a good man, I can see that. Besides, Marigaga is over thirteen years old this year, and in our case, a woman is an adult when she is fourteen, and she can be independent.

No way? Could it be that Africans are so precocious that a thirteen-year-old girl is independent? Lin He thought: Toleru, Marigaga is the soul body of Mali, if something happens to her, you will be held responsible, and I will not let you go. No, you tell me her exact address, and I'll go to her now.

Tollerus thought: Rest assured of the God-man, Marigaga is very safe and happy. I know that the man of God has the power to rush to Paris, France, at once, but Marigaga should have asked the man of God and her ancestors to wait here on the way back.

Shuangyun Shuangyu has been receiving the communication between the two on the side, and at this moment he couldn't help but think together: Since Marigaga has a special identity, then she is not your granddaughter, and of course she is not an ordinary person, as a great tribute, it is too hasty for you to let her go to Paris alone.

Ever since I knew that Marigaga was the reincarnation of Mari's soul, I had been thinking about a problem, that is, how to help Mali's soul find the two gods and ancestors. The purpose of letting Marigaga be a model is to think that if she can become famous, she will have more opportunities to meet the two.

I didn't expect to let Marigaga be a model, and there was such an intention, so it seems that Toleru's actions are excusable. Now that Marigaga is on her way, just wait.

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At Bamakosenu International Airport, an Air France Airbus A300 passenger plane slowly lands.

Pulling her suitcase, wearing a French fashion dress and sunglasses, Marigaga walked out of the terminal, she was slender and tall, and she looked like a model. They were joined by two Caucasian men, who walked and conversed in French, through the fence in front of the terminal and into the street.

A white Renault car slowly drove to a halt, and the three of them got into the car one after another, and the car drove through the narrow block and towards the northwest of the city. A silver-gray Toyota pickup truck slowly slid behind, allowing several black women with cargo on their heads to follow the Renault towards Kurumba Mountain.

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Mali was once a French colony, and the capital Bamako is full of French influences. Located in the northwest of the city, Kurumba Hill is a hilly area with a dense forest of tropical trees and a variety of small, intricate buildings with strong colors.

Halfway up the mountain, the Renault car stopped in front of a building, a French-style white villa, and a white Toyota pickup truck next to the open space in front of the door.

The two French men got out of the car first, one opened the door for Marigaga, and the other went to open the back trunk to pick up the luggage, and said alertly: "Mr. Albert, is this Toyota yours?" ”

Albert looked at the Toyota pickup, shook his head and said, "No, I don't know whose it is?" ”

Suddenly, a fierce gunshot rang out, and the white man who was picking up his luggage did not have time to draw his gun, and fell in a pool of blood with several bullets, and the driver in the car was also shot and lying on the steering wheel, and Albert immediately blocked Marigaga behind him.

Two black men armed with AK-47 assault rifles jumped out of the oncoming Toyota pickup truck, and two black men with weapons also came out of the villa, surrounding Marigaga and Albert together. One of them pointed a pistol at Albert and ordered him to get out of the way.

Albert raised his hands and said angrily, "Who are you?" Why kill? ”

The black leader opened his bloody mouth, showing two rows of white teeth, and laughed: "We are the Beauvoie freedom fighters, you are Albert, right?" Don't be nervous, I won't kill you, and I won't hurt Marigaga. ”

Albert said: "It turned out to be the Free Army of Beauvois, what do you want to do, kidnapping?" ”

Marigaga stepped forward and said without fear: "Mr. Albert is French, aren't you afraid of the government army coming?" ”

The black leader didn't care: "Government troops? Those people are nothing more than traitors' lackeys, okay, get in the car. We'll have time to chat, but not now, understand? ”

Forced by the barrel of the gun, Marigaga and Albert climbed into two pickup trucks, and the cars quickly left the villa under the command of the leader of the Free Army.

A few seconds later, Lin He's figure suddenly appeared, he looked at the vehicle in the distance, smiled wryly and shook his head. Apparently he was too slow to intercept the kidnappers.

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On the red earth of iron oxide, two Toyota pickup trucks are speeding forward, with a high mountain terrain in front of them.

In the back of a silver-gray Toyota pickup truck, a long dress decorated with blue-gray blocks of colorful blocks, Marigaga sits on her knees. Through her sunglasses, she found that the kidnapper on the side was looking at her, and she immediately hugged her slender legs.

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The story is pure fiction, please do not sit in the opposite seat

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