The solar system is broken

The writer spent a long time in a daze and confusion.

Waking up and falling asleep again, the only thing that can prove that time is passing is the light at the door.

Sometimes when I wake up, there is golden sunshine.

Sometimes when I wake up, there is orange-red sunshine.

As for sometimes, there is some cool starlight there, mixed with a little firelight.

These lights that are misplaced in time and space are layered on top of the writer's retina, flashing constantly.

The sensory delay allows them to be combined together to form a beautiful painting.

Every time is different, the only thing that remains unchanged is the burning pain in my back and my already weak body.

The writer doubted whether he had eaten at all.

It's just a sticky feeling in my mouth, sometimes light and sometimes heavy, but it never goes away.

It seemed like someone was feeding him all the time, but he didn't know it.

Days like this keep moving forward, in a constant reincarnation.

There is no concept of time.

Until one day, the writer coughed several times and woke up from a coma.

The small door was filled with colorful colors, the warmth of orange reflected on the black hard mud.

The sun in the far corner drew an arc in the writer's eyes and disappeared quickly.

Are you awake?

The writer felt no sleepiness this time, and even when he closed his eyes, he had no desire to sleep.

Silk~

A kind of numbness from the squeezing of the muscles and veins spreads from the whole body.

Wait, it’s the whole body? The writer was stunned.

As we all know, if the cervical spine is broken, it is difficult to receive nerve signals from the lower body.

Just now, he clearly felt the touch in his lower limbs.

He twisted his body and was surprised to find that his spines were connected together.

???

alright?

According to Blue Star's technological level, how could such damage to a biological organism be easily healed if it took less than 180 years to survive?

It's very silver-colored. The slaves also treat illnesses.

Kicking his legs, a tingling feeling came from the soles of his feet.

Cervical nerves are completely fitted~

Standing up, the writer takes two steps.

His posture is stable and his coordination is completely unmatched.

"This..." It's incredible.

It's like a re-creation without any flaws. Of course, it may be that the writer didn't notice it.

Isn't this better than those miracle doctors who rebel against their ancestors at every turn? Their flesh is white and their bones are young and their eyebrows are young.

The medical level is extremely high~

"What sound?"

There was a sound of iron scraping outside the door, and a rough man preached in a low voice.

"Xikou has grown up~ wake up," another man let out two weird laughs.

"Impossible," the angry man objected, "these exhortations have been delayed for so long, at least two months."

The other man smiled and said, "Maybe that pretty boy is a product of ancient civilization?"

"Go and have a look."

The writer was shocked.

When I tried to run, it was already too late.

A warrior with a long sword on his shoulder wandered in from the door of the thatched house.

He was covered with colorful auspicious clouds and came to take the life of the writer...the dog.

Their eyes met, the warrior rubbed his eyes and looked at the writer in disbelief, his pupils dilated.

"this..."

The steamed bun in the warrior's hand (rumored to have been invented during the Three Kingdoms period in Chinese history) fell to the ground with a clatter.

"Look at your potential," the man said angrily, picking up the steamed buns from the ground, blowing on them and stuffing them into the warrior's mouth.

But it couldn't be stopped.

"Bar, look!"

The name in the column is probably related to his previous occupation. In the earliest times, there was no surname.

"Mu, what are you doing?"

"Wori~"

The steamed bun rolled to the ground again, and Mu looked at the writer standing on the haystack, whose hands were unsteady.

Snap!

Mu slapped Lan on the face.

"This is not a dream!"

Then the two looked at each other and said, "Get rich!!!"

After a long time.

A shout came from the small thatched house.

"Why did you hit me?"

"I want to prove this is not a dream!"

"Hit yourself there~" Angry.

The sound of a punch can still be heard clearly even from a distance.

"How dare you hit me!"

"Bang bang bang!"

The thatched house was shaking violently.

A long time, a long time.

Until a voice shouted, "Our fields are going to run away!!"

The thatched house just calmed down.

Night has fallen, and there are two large light spots in the sky, which are already full of small light spots with broken marks.

The thatched house is located next to a small river, and the small water mill turns creakingly.

A small rope-timber bridge is built over a small river.

Brocade-like grass covers this canyon.

A tall rock city was built in the hinterland of the canyon.

Two warriors, one behind the other, were carrying a wooden pole (which had been dismantled by Ge), on which hung a man whose hands and feet were tied tightly, and a rag was stuffed in his mouth.

The warrior in the front covered his face, and the warrior in the back covered his head.

Both of them muttered aggrievedly and looked a little unhappy.

Where is this?

Xibi (bi: boundary) of Shang Dynasty, Qiu.

Also known as Golden Branch City.

The name Jinzhi is an extraordinary one. In the shamanistic culture of merchants, it is the human name of a god.

The so-called golden branches are not really metal, but mistletoe on oak branches.

At the temple gate of Qiucheng, there is a big oak tree, which is the symbol of the divine king.

It is said that this tree was planted by the founder of the businessman, and it took ten days to grow into a tree with tall pavilions like a canopy.

Qi was overjoyed and said this was a sign from God, and the businessman was a general of ten generations.

Later, Tang conquered the Xia capital, and the current Shang Empire emerged.

Merchants originally attached great importance to obscenity (excessive obscenity). With this story, the power of the priests who manage the oak tree becomes even more extraordinary.

The entire country is in a stage of slavery. Within the kingdom, there are either slaves or slave owners.

The position of priest is not hereditary and is inherited by an ancient custom.

A slave who escaped to the temple gate and successfully broke off the golden branch was qualified to challenge the priest.

If the priest is killed, that person will succeed as the priest.

So there is this rumor:

Under the sacred tree by the lake, there is always a creepy figure wandering alone. No matter it is day or night, people can always see him. It is said that he has a dual identity, a priest and a murderer. He is always Holding the unsheathed bronze dagger in his hand, he kept patrolling back and forth by the big tree, guarding against sudden attacks by the enemy. No matter it was rainy or sunny in the middle of summer or winter, the bronze sword always shone brightly, wandering in and out of the forest. ...

The golden bough, the taboo of witchcraft.

When the original philosopher's ship of thought was moored on the ancient shore, the tether was cut off, and he was allowed to bump on the turbulent sea full of doubt. When his confidence was violently destroyed, he would definitely be sad, confused and excited. Until the thinking ship enters a new system of beliefs and practices, like entering a quiet haven after a stormy voyage.

Why kill the priest?

This is an issue worthy of deep consideration. It is definitely not a simple issue of class transgression. It also involves universal recognition.

In fact, this is a kind of potential plant worship. The purpose of killing the priest is to replace the plant god who is about to decline, so as to achieve the wish of rebirth of the dying body: equivalent to the priest's sacrifice.

The witchcraft activity of breaking golden branches complies with the principle of the law of contact.

(Law of Contact: The law of sympathetic witchcraft. When A and B come into contact and exert force on A, B will change, no matter what. Complementing the law of contact is the law of similarity, which is the so-called same cause must have an effect.)

(Recommended character James Fraser "The Golden Bough")

The ancestral temple of Merchant Qiucheng is not located in the country, but is built on the bank of a small lake, close to the water.

The rammed-earth wall is covered with a few tiles, but the parts are still covered with thatch, but it's still huge.

It is two feet wide and has an earthen platform.

An oak tree was erected in front of the door, very high.

Oak, class Dicotyledons, order Fagus, Fagaceae, genus Quercus.

It is an excellent furniture material, but it is a pity that it cannot be cut down by the gods, otherwise it would have to be made into firewood.

Two warriors carried the knocked unconscious writer across the bridge and upstream along the river.

After walking for about two-quarters of an hour, the two of them arrived in front of the stone temple.

You have to stop at this point. If you move forward, you will be misunderstood by the priests and stabbed to death by the conspirators in a decisive battle.

The two warriors looked from a distance and saw three soldiers armed with swords under the tree, surrounding the oak tree.

"Night Watch~" The Shepherd held his hands in the shape of a trumpet.

The night watchman was also excited and heard the voice immediately.

He drew his sword in his hand, took the torch, and yelled, "Who is this!"

This action was also smooth and smooth. It seemed that many golden branches were broken off and armed guards were directly used.