Without any hesitation, the emperor agreed to the sacrifice.
When the prince of Ru country went to dissuade him, the emperor became furious and sentenced him to thirty strokes of the cane in the court.
At that time, no one in the court, whether civil or military, spoke for the prince.
It's all because the trend of cultivating immortals and seeking the truth in your country is too strong.
There are two thousand academies in the country, but forty thousand temples.
The child, who didn't even know his surname, could recite the art of Taoism. Even Jie Fangcheng himself learned the magic arts in the academy before he went to war.
Everyone knows that there are indeed gods in this world.
But this was the first time anyone still alive had actually seen a deity.
Ninety-nine boys were gathered together very quickly. Not only did the emperor devote himself to worshipping this supreme god, but even the parents of the children who were offered as sacrifices felt proud. Some even fought for the sacrificial spots.
That's a god! It's a great honor to be a sacrifice to a god!
By the time Jie Fangcheng came out of prison, everything was already a foregone conclusion.
His lieutenant could not understand why their highness would object to the sacrifice.
"Not to mention that the parents of these ninety-nine children all volunteered. Isn't it a good thing to exchange ninety-nine young children for ten years of good weather and peace on the border?"
In times of famine, aren't there far more deaths than ninety-nine children
Now, the gods have made a promise that as long as there are these ninety-nine children, ten years of peace can be guaranteed. What a good deal!
Their Crown Prince asked, "But aren't those ninety-nine children citizens of your country?"
When he said this, Xie Fangcheng could see confusion and alienation on the faces of the people around him.
No one understood why he said that.
Obviously, any normal person would think that the price paid for the sacrifice of ninety-nine young children was far too small.
The golden statues of the gods were soon placed in temples across the country. The temples were filled with incense and worshippers. For a time, the prices of candles and incense increased dozens of times. Some people in the countryside even killed their own children in order to offer sacrifice to the gods after hearing that the gods needed boys to be sacrificed.
The prince submitted a petition to the emperor, asking him to restrict the practice of living sacrifices among the people, but the emperor did not agree.
Everyone was immersed in the beautiful dream of the gods coming to the world.
The gods brought good weather, unheard-of magic, and great victories at the border... Most importantly, they brought hope for immortality.
The life span of mortals is like the white dew in early autumn and like the ice in sharp spring.
But the gods make love with them with a flip of their hands, and a hundred years is just a blink of an eye.
In the first year after the deity came to the world, the whole country of Ru was immersed in happiness. Even the common people in the countryside would save money for food and donate incense money to the temple enshrining the golden statue of the deity.
Pray for a good harvest next year, pray for the recovery of a young son from a serious illness, pray for sudden wealth overnight...
certainly-
Also pray for longevity.
Pray for the path to immortality and success.
The gods would only occasionally glance at the mortals who were praying devoutly from their high position, and then continue to live freely in the fairy palace built for them by the whole country.
Ninety-nine kids were just the beginning.
In the second year after the gods came to the world, this supreme god was born on a whim. On the way, he met a handsome boy who took him back, saying that he was in need of a boy to make elixirs and cook fire.
His mother was unwilling but did not dare to take her young son back, and died in depression.
His father subsequently died of illness.
My grandmother cried bitterly and wanted to file a complaint with the government, but she was tied up by the villagers and was not allowed to desecrate the gods.
So the old man died soon after. Before he died, he clutched the boy's clothes, and several people were unable to pry his hands open.
In the twelfth month of the same year, the God wanted to build an ice city for tourists to enjoy. In order to make them have fun, the government forced them to work.
At that time, hundreds of people froze to death.
In the third year of the gods' coming to the world, the God wanted nine handsome men to serve in the palace.
The prince requested to enter the fairy palace voluntarily.
The memory picture seemed to tremble slightly.
Jie Fangcheng is packing his luggage to enter the Immortal Palace.
The other young men who were chosen to serve were preparing sachets and folding fans, while His Royal Highness the Crown Prince hid his hidden arrows and tied a dagger to his leg.
When the moon was above the willows, he picked up the deerskin in the candlelight and gently wiped the sword in his hand.
Deputy General Zhuang Mingqi knelt down below and urged anxiously: "Your Highness, this is killing a god!"
The prince asked, "Is this my first time killing a god?"
The immortal who first descended upon the Kingdom of Gan and who first sent a letter of surrender to the Kingdom of Ru in a humiliating manner also died under his sword.
"Why do this? Compared to the benefits of being a god..."
"Benefits? What benefits?"
Zhuang Mingqi opened his mouth and suddenly came to his senses.
The gods did bring good weather... but because the gods loved to have fun, palaces were built all over the country to suit the gods' wishes.
At first, criminals were used for conscription. Later, when there were not enough criminals, they had to conscript civilians.
But the people have to farm, and the gods only care about the wind and rain, not whether mortals can fill their stomachs.
In some parts of the city, the fields were overgrown with weeds, with only ten-year-old children left to work in the fields.
The live sacrifices in the countryside are simply out of control, or no one is controlling them at all.
The current emperor is obsessed with trying to please the gods, and even uses living sacrifices in the countryside as evidence that "your people sincerely serve the gods", and presents them to the gods with great joy.
Later on, parents were no longer satisfied with killing their own children as living sacrifices. In some villages, led by the village head, all the young children in the village were killed.
Countless children died on the altar, but no one dared to ask, no one dared to intervene.
There are so many of these that it is too numerous to mention.
It is clearly an auspicious sign of the gods coming to the world, but until now, the people in your country are starving, the temples are full of incense, and the bodies of those who starved to death in the fields are left uncollected.
The court only cares about the gods and does not care about the common people.
The prince repeatedly submitted petitions, but was repeatedly demoted, often with new injuries before the old ones were healed.
The current emperor has few children, otherwise he would have deposed the crown prince long ago to appease the emperor.
In the capital, evil is rampant and everyone is in danger.
Those who had children either wanted their children to serve in the immortal palace, while others were worried about being separated from their children, so there was not a single student in the academy.
Good weather
What use is good weather and good harvests for the current Ru State
"But... no matter whether it succeeds or not, Your Highness..."
If it succeeds, how will the prince survive the crime of genocide
If it fails, it will offend the gods and there will be no place for burial.
Under a dim pearlescent light, the prince sheathed his sword with a calm expression.
"The Kingdom of Gan has surrendered. It doesn't matter whether I am there or not." Two clusters of candlelight flickered in his dark pupils. "But I am the prince. How can I hand over the people of your country to the hands of gods?"
Especially a deity like that.
What he brought was not good weather and prosperity, but a final outcome that would lead Ru's country into the abyss.
Since His Majesty is absolutely unwilling to offend the gods, there is only one last resort.
Just killing gods.
Since he could kill him the first time, he could definitely kill him the second time.
The palace gate opened, and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince entered with a sword in hand.
He was not reckless and would not attack directly when he knew that the immortal had immense magical powers.
This young prince, a general who had once been stationed at the frontier, was like a hunting eagle, quietly waiting for his opportunity.
The fairy palace is very quiet. The gods spend most of their time meditating and practicing, and don't like the noise of mortals.
Once a boy accidentally dropped and broke a jade cup, so the god crushed the boy alive and put him into the alchemy furnace to make pills.
From then on, the fairy palace was as silent as a cemetery.
Obviously, most of the servants were young children, the oldest was no more than ten years old, and the youngest was not even as tall as the desk, but there was only fear and terror on those young faces, without the innocent brightness of children at all.
The immortal is practicing in seclusion, and there are some simple methods of practice scattered around the palace - this supreme god is not wary of these tiny mortals.
Even if he knew, a god had already fallen in Kara Country.
But he was just a small, low-ranking fairy with little magical power.
Besides, he is a "good god".
After all, compared to those gods who kill people at every turn, all he wants is some sacrifices and some enjoyment.
He was also willing to provide some help to these insignificant mortals.
Even the emperors of the world bowed to him so devoutly, so naturally no one dared to offend him.
Those simple cultivation methods were the rewards he gave to his immortal servants so that these mortals could serve him more loyally.
What he didn't expect was that among this group of people who entered the Immortal Palace, there was one who was really an expert in cultivating immortals. He could learn the cultivation methods that mortals could not understand just by looking at them.
Even though they were only some rudimentary techniques for cultivating immortals, Jie Fangcheng had been stationed at the border for many years and had accumulated merits and virtues.
In this fairy palace, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince grew up at an extremely fast speed.
Finally, the God ended his retreat and came out to take a look at his nine new beauties.
As expected, each of them has handsome features, like the bright moon and pine mountains.
Among them, the best one is a young man with a very noble appearance.
The god, who looked like an immortal, was pleased with the offerings from the emperor, so he held a banquet in the immortal palace.
The nine new beauties were by his side, coaxing him to drink a lot of wine.
The God's banquet lasted for three days. When he was drunk and wanted to rest, the Crown Prince, who had been sitting silently in the distance, took the initiative to extend his hand and serve him to go back to rest.
Faced with such a handsome and noble prince, the drunk emperor was very proud and allowed him to stay by his side.
When they entered the bedroom, when the God wanted to hold his hand to make love, he saw a faint smile on the beautiful and enchanting face of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.
The God looked at him fascinatedly—
Then, there was a flash of silver light.
“Ahhhh!!”
The so-called gods just covered their eyes and screamed when they were shot in the eyes by the hidden arrows.
Of course, he would stop screaming soon.
Jie Fangcheng used the magic he learned in this fairy palace for the first time and chopped off his head cleanly and neatly.
He held the god's head in both hands, adjusted the angle, and looked down at the god's eyes, which were open to death.
The scarlet blood of the gods flowed at their feet, no different from that of mortals.
(End of this chapter)