Spring and Autumn I Am King

ps: I took the bus for eight hours, and I didn’t arrive home until 10:30. In theory, it still belongs to the category of “night”. Has the July festival been saved? In addition, I would like to thank the book friends for finding a home for the soul and becoming the helmsman of this book. I wish the book friends a happy Spring Festival

The Shangqiu Hao Society stands beside the mulberry forest and by the Sui River, so it is also known as the "Second Sui Society". ▲∴, x. This is the most important temple in Song Dynasty, and it is also a sacred place in the hearts of Yin and Shang survivors.

Their birth, old age, sickness and death, good harvests and disasters are all inseparable from this temple.

Not only the ancestors of the Yin, Shang and Song dynasties, but also all kinds of strange gods are worshipped here. Xuanwang, Houtu, Landlord, Sifu, Jumang with human head and bird body, and Suishuihebo are all worshiped here. The red roof and red walls carry all the divinity of Song Dynasty.

However, from the first time Nanzi came here when he was young, the most conspicuous thing was the tall stone pillar covered with red and black mottled. , is also the blood dripping from countless sacrifices.

What shocked Xiao Nanzi at that time was that, compared to the usual offerings in other shrines and temples, such as Tai Jiao and Shao Jiao, the highest-standard offering in the history of the Hao Society was a prince.

One hundred and fifty years ago, Duke Xiang of Song, who was known as benevolent and righteous, committed a cruel thing: he was trying to gain hegemony, so he imitated the story of the Xia Houqi killing Fangfeng's clan, and punished the late Shu Zi and ordered Zhu Wengong to catch him. He also killed Yunzi to offer sacrifices to please the ghosts and gods of Dongyi.

The unfortunate King of the State of Su was treated as an animal and killed under the stone pillar of the Haoshe...

But now that he is here again, Nanzi turns a blind eye to the stone pillars that he used to fear. She thought silently in her heart: "I can make it to this day, and I have sacrificed a lot of sacrifices. The first emperor of the Song Dynasty, my father Song Gongluan, the four sons of the Song country, my four uncles, and one of the six ministers. Sima Xiangyu..."

Today is the day when Nanzi officially became a witch. To outsiders, the spire of Haoshe is so high that it looks like it has been smeared with blood, while the inside of the door is as dark as night, full of mystery. And the great witch, the master inside, is both admirable and fearful. Especially after being possessed by ghosts and spirits in the court hall on the spot, he killed Xiang Yu, scolded the Xiang family, and drove them out of Shangqiu.

Nanzi is not afraid of the witch herself, she and Zhao Wuxi have the handle of the witch in their hands, and they are confident that she will be obedient. But she really didn't want to go in, because once she went in, she would stay with loneliness and dedicate her life to ghosts and gods.

At least. On the face of it, she has to.

Those gods of nothingness who can't see or touch, how can there be the warmth and comfort of Zhao's gentleman's palm? We slept together that night. After the first taste, Nanzi was already a little addicted.

But she had to go in. This is the path that Zhao Wuxi chose for her, and she also knew that from the time she pushed her father off the high platform, she was guilty. His feet were full of sticky blood, and he couldn't look back.

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The Great Witch lives in the deepest part of the overlapping corridors. The only light in the house came from a copper brazier shaped like the head of a vicious beast, which radiated dark fire. It seemed that the stone wall was colder, deadlier and more rotten.

The concubines who escorted Nanzi into the room tremblingly retreated and closed the door. There is only her left here, and with her mentor, she will guide her to officially board the path of the witch.

The great witch was a middle-aged woman, nearly fifty years old, but her body was as strong as a black panther. Nanzi once joked to Zhao Wuxi that this was probably because she danced on the mound all the year round to please the ghosts and spirits, just like a samurai who used Wanwu to exercise physical strength and flexibility.

Nanzi has long believed that this is a boring woman, who has been silent and gloomy except for the daring thing she did in her early years. Sure enough, the opening was a long and boring conversation.

"Nanzi, do you know the meaning of cents?"

Nanzi glanced at Da Wu lightly and said, "Hao is the name of the ancient capital of Yin and Shang. No matter how we move, the new capital will be called Hao, so that we will not forget our homeland."

"No, more than that."

The big witch's voice was hoarse, but his words were clear: "Mao, this word, to the Shang people, is not only the name of their ancient capital, but fundamentally, it is the name of the sacred land where the Shang people originated..."

Her eyes seemed to see the nine red holy mountains thousands of miles away.

"At the beginning of the ancient times, there was a goddess who picked red and blue flowers in the north of Yandi and condensed them into fat, but accidentally spilled them on the northern part of the land, dyeing the mountain red. So it was called Hongshan, the ancestor of merchants. From there, the first witches were also born in the caves of the mountain peaks, where they established settlements, erected temples, and transported beautiful jade from the far west to cut them into Cong, Ring, Jue, and Jade Pig Dragon to worship the goddess. "

"So Hongshan is not only the homeland of the clan, but in the eyes of our sorcerers, it is also the center of the universe, the central axis of heaven and earth, where the sky and the earth are connected to each other, and the world of Kyushu also began to form there. So that is the sorcerer's The place where you will always worship at the time of sacrifice, the tomb of Haosha is also built with the red mountain as a model..."

"Great witch." Nanzi listened patiently at first, but slowly he became a little irritable. It was too long. If it goes on like this, can the ceremony be ended before dark? She also has to deal with the affairs in the palace and discuss the future of Song with Zhao Wuxi!

So she interrupted Da Wu, she wanted to get to the point quickly.

The witch fell silent. She was a little dissatisfied with Nanzi's attitude, but she didn't dare to vent to her, not only because she was a male daughter, but also because...

"Gong-daughter, even though I am under your control, I have to come forward and cooperate, take the risk of killing Xiang Da Sima in the palace, and even agree to let you become your successor. But becoming a great witch of the Song Kingdom is a sacred and serious matter, can you be more serious about your daughter-in-law? Otherwise, the ghosts and gods will really be angry!"

There was a sneering smile on the corner of Nanzi's mouth: "The great witch can't stand loneliness. He married a man in a mulberry forest, and when he gave birth to a son, did you ever consider the wrath of ghosts and gods?"

Da Wu's face flushed red. The incident was originally very secret, but Nanzi's hands and eyes were open to the sky, and he knew about it for some reason. He even found her illegitimate son from the people as a hostage, forcing her to cooperate. She suddenly began to appreciate Nanzi again, saying that she had the potential to be psychic, praising her filial piety, and gritting her teeth in the courtroom, in the name of ghosts and gods, helped Nanzi kill a man who was with her and Zhao Wuxi. The stubborn gentleman, all this is not for no reason.

Although, she did feel that Nanzi had extraordinary charm and was a good candidate to be a witch.

Naihe Nanzi actually disdains the talk of ghosts and gods. She does not believe that there is a so-called judgment of ghosts and gods in the world. Otherwise, why did her mother die tragically back then? How could the Fourth Young Master, whose ability and virtue are very poor, occupy the court for a long time? She committed the act of killing her father, why was she not punished?

Or, if she insists on not believing in ghosts and gods, she doesn't have to be tortured by her father's ghost...

So Nanzi's attitude is clear: "Indeed, I have never seen real miracles since I was a child, only hypocritical performances." She just wanted to end this long ceremony quickly, return to the sun, and return to her life. Grasp the controlled palace and temple, and return to Zhao Wuxi's embrace.

"It's going to be very soon, daughter-in-law, it will be over soon." The great witch suddenly smiled mysteriously. Although she was controlled by others because of her confused past many years ago, there are still bottom lines that cannot be crossed.

She lit the brazier and sprinkled a red powder on the charcoal. In an instant, the smoke that came out had a spicy aroma and filled the house, which made Nanzi frown.

"What is this for?"

Da Wu continued to add all kinds of strange spices, thatch, cinnamon, zhilan, zhilan, cardamom, red pepper, green pepper, and even precious exotic spices.

"Hearing is false, seeing is believing, don't you want to be quicker? This is part of the ritual. My mentor is the great witch of the previous generation, and she is here to teach me how to please the ghosts and gods. Roots and spices make smoke and poultice, and use these things to see ghosts and spirits that you think are ethereal."

Suddenly there was a cut in her hand, Nanzi didn't see where the cut came from, in her sleeve? This knife looks quite old, cast in red copper, in the shape of a leaf, and the blade is engraved with ancient spells.

…

"Come, come, let me taste your blood next, which is also part of the ceremony."

Looking at the copper cutter, Nanzi couldn't help shivering.

Any girl would turn pale in the face of this kind of thing, but Nanzi was unmoved. Why should the proud Qingqiu Jiuwei be afraid of a witch who pretends to be a ghost? Especially the illegitimate child she cherished was controlled by herself, and she didn't dare to make trouble at all. She could have refused, she could have run away, she could have never looked back, but what she did was take the witch's dagger and slash her index finger with this twisted bronze vessel.

Zhao Wuxi told her that she didn't want to be a plaything for the princes and doctors, and wanted to really gain some power, this is the only way for her to go.

Under the gloomy firelight, the color of the blood also turned dark red. Seeing the blood, Da Wu's mouth trembled. "Come on," she whispered, "stretch it out." Nanzi stretched out his hand silently, frowning and letting the old witch **** the blood. The other party's gums were as soft as a newborn baby, making her fingertips itch.

Please, let this ceremony be over soon...

But the big witch's mouth also had a strange cold air, UU was reading www.uukanshu.com and sucking harder and harder, she became alert and tried desperately to withdraw her fingers: "What are you doing?"

The big witch did not let go.

Nanzi's strength gradually weakened. She felt that something was seeping into her blood. With the smell of spices in her nose, she became more and more drowsy.

The great witch seemed to have had enough of her blood, and finally let go of Nanzi's fingers, and then said in ambiguous words: "If you want to become a great witch, you must first understand what a witch is."

She began to mutter in a language that Nanzi had never heard before, and the chanting became louder and louder, drowning the whole world, and the surrounding stone walls and firelight began to blur, turning into a terrifying form! Under the gloomy firelight are terrifying dancers!

The world was spinning around, and Nanzi finally fainted. (To be continued.)

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