Xiao Crescent joined other noble disciples who were selected as gods and witches, and followed the great master of the temple to practice the six arts and six virtues and the secret method of Wuluo. Because of Bai Lu's divine language, no one doubted Xiao Crescent's identity, and everyone believed that he was from a noble family for no reason, even though this guy couldn't even recognize the wrong book.
The temple in a foreign land, in September, Bashan often rains miserably at night. A month has passed, two months have passed, and Bai Lu still hasn't come to see him. He was holding a bamboo slip and sat under the White Deer Statue and studied hard. The work of the gods and witches was heavy. He struggled to memorize it. Wei Zhaozhao, my Lu Zhi surrenders. Respect and look up to him, great blessings are boundless... 'Great God Bailu, it's too difficult...' He wiped away his tears and recited the sacrificial song with difficulty.
The white deer still did not appear, and Xiao Crescent brought the bamboo slips and scriptures every night and sat under the statue to recite it. Later, he brought a bone flute to practice the Yale sacrifice music of Professor Lewu. At first it was hoarse and unpleasant, Qi Yin and Bai Lu covered their ears together, wishing they could bury their heads in the ground. Little by little, Qi Yin gradually heard that the ballad, which was left in the night wind in Bashan and hummed to him through Fu Lan, was formed in Xiao Crescent's flute.
Ten years old, twelve years old, fifteen years old... Eighteen years old, spring, summer, autumn and winter, wind, frost, rain and snow pass by outside the temple, and the little crescent moon grows year by year, he no longer expects the arrival of the white deer, nor does he Cry again when you endorse. The vast scriptures made him gentle, and the honest rituals and music made him demure. He swept across every corner of the temple and touched the cracks of every tile in the temple. He became the Temple Lizheng, and then Da Sikong, who was in charge of the Sifang Water Class. Qi Yin saw this young man playing the flute alone in the temple, looking more and more like the Wu Yuli in his impression.
He still played the flute under the statue day after day, butterflies tumbled out of him, the fine fluorescent light sprinkled on the temple, and the sound of his flute was like snow.
Qi Yin held her arms and asked, "Why don't you go see him?"
Bai Lu raised his neck and sighed, "I realized at that time that maybe Fuxi was right. Mortal spirits have life and death, and their lifespans are much shorter than ours. Fuxi forbids the gods to socialize with the mortal spirits because he is afraid of the gods. , interfering with yin and yang. If all living beings in the world live and die according to my will, sooner or later things will be messed up."
"You really can't stand it?" Qi Yin glared at him.
"..." Bailu raised his chin towards the statue.
Only then did Qi Yin realize that the White Deer at that time was lying on the back of the statue with a hidden figure. In the quiet night, the juvenile deity hid on the statue, and the witch knelt and sat under the statue with his eyes closed.
After the song was over, Wu Yuli pressed the flute and raised his eyes to stare at the burly statue. At that time, his eyes were not blind, he had the most beautiful eyes in the world, and his eyes were soft, like the waves of autumn water.
"God, I'm going to fulfill the oath of the year, will you bless me?"
That spring drought, countless lives were displaced, many tribes migrated from their homes, and many more tribes disappeared in the natural disaster. Wu Yuli began to remonstrate in the court meeting, "God is selfless, only virtue is the auxiliary. Yuli invites, suppresses witches, strict education, and virtuous governance. Virtue is everywhere, and the people are blessed. God should be without anger."
He knows very well that all the gods and witches are from noble backgrounds, and it is impossible for him to speak for slaves. Therefore, he sets a high standard of "virtuous government" and punishes violent gods and witches and tribal leaders in the name of God. 's backward. He gradually reduced the quota for the number of sacrifices due to the sharp decline in the number of people living in the southern border and the deserted fields. At the same time, the "land opening order" was promulgated to encourage slaves to reclaim wasteland. The newly cultivated land no longer belonged to the princes and nobles. In this way, the temple is profitable, and it has received the support of many gods and witches.
However, the tribes have their own countermeasures after all. The private fields belong to the slaves, so they let the slaves bury their heads in the public fields all day, and have no time to cultivate those newly cultivated private fields. The drought did not ease, and the gods and witches whispered that only by increasing the scale of sacrifices could they quell the wrath of the White Deer God. Wu Yuli forgot to eat and sleep, and revised the decree. Qi Yin saw that the lights in his palace were burning day and night, and the shadow of his bent over several cases was reflected on the window lattice, like a fixed-frame painting.
"He hasn't closed his eyes for three days." Qi Yin looked at the windowsill.
Bai Lu was next to him and said, "My great witch has always been like this. He doesn't want to die when he works. You see him let the demons and moths destroy the world. I guarantee that he has never slept all night."
One person and one god, one tall and one short, the two guys sighed in unison.
The drought lasted for three years, and three years later, the epidemic raged. Wu Yuli kissed Ba Shan and led the magician to treat the infected people. The disease is blazing, and it is menacing. Often all the families are destroyed, and even the clan is destroyed. Nobles and slaves, even the gods and witches of Bashan, were finally equal in the face of Daxieji. Even offering sacrifices is useless, and even if one wants to offer sacrifices, there is no healthy sacrifice to be found. Wu Yuli found a kind of Gu worm and implanted it in the back of his neck. However, Gu worms are fierce and like to eat flesh and blood, so they need to be domesticated.
"Lord Ah Li, why don't you find slaves to try Gu? They won't live long anyway." Someone advised.
Wu Yuli just shook his head silently. He opened a cave and retreated to refine Gu. For seven days, when he came out again, he was haggard and pale. The sharp-eyed person found that there was a scar on the back of his neck, and everyone understood at once, and he tried Gu with himself.
The witches said with red eyes: "Lord Ali, why are you here?"
The dim firelight illuminated half of Wu Yuli's face, outlining his warm outline. He took out a round lacquer box and opened it, a colorful moth perched between his fingers.
"This is the child Gu, the mother Gu is in my body. I call it Feilian, I hope it will bring the grace of God to save our people." Wu Yuli smiled, "Look, God has not given up on us. "
Bai Lu explained to Qi Yin that the mother and child are connected. Wu Yuli planted the mother gu in his body, and the child gu was distributed to thousands of people and gods and witches who were infected with the plague. From then on, their lives were linked to Wu Yuli, they lived when Wu Yuli was alive, and they died when Wu Yuli died. Such an arrangement is not appropriate, but it is also a helpless move for Dahu at the moment. The god witch has cultivated a large number of Feilian God Gu, and countless living people have survived.
Qi Yin's heart was full of mixed feelings. At this time, Wu Zhu would not have thought of it, and even Wu Yuli could not have imagined that thousands of years later, it was this Fei Lian God Gu that saved the people and slaughtered their descendants.
This epidemic gave Wu Yuli an unprecedented reputation. Wu Heng was old, and he had the idea of taking care of himself. So the epidemic was extinguished, Wu Heng called a group of witches, and passed the witch knife to Wu Yuli's hands. "From now on, under the Great God Bailu, you are the only one. You will pray to the gods and listen to the will of the gods. You will serve the gods and protect the southern border." Wu Heng's voice was thunderous, "You are the great god of the southern border, Wu. Yu Li."
"Yu Li, don't say anything if you die." Wu Yuli bowed to the head of the forehead.
In front of them, above the white deer statue, the invisible god silently looked down at the young great witch.
That year, Wu Yuli was twenty-one years old, from the Central Plains to the Southern Border, from the ancient times when all things were born to the hiding of the great gods, no great gods and witches were younger than him. He can finally serve as the chief priest in the big sacrifice, and finally he can pick up the tortoise shell for divination from the hot ashes with his own hands, and declare the will of the gods to millions of living people.
So, at the end of the year, on the night of the full moon, there is a grand festival in the suburbs of the Bashan Temple. The leaders of the tribes in the southern border gathered in Bashan, the demons and mortals were in attendance, and the road drums rumbled. All mortal spirits bowed down under the high platform, and on the high platform, the blazing bonfire was burning, and the flames soaring to the sky seemed to be able to lick the sky. Wu Yuli was wearing a golden deer face and holding a dark blue tortoise shell. He walked up the steps step by step and put the tortoise shell into the bonfire.
The full moon hangs in the middle of the sky, and the bonfire illuminates Wu Yuli's magnificent golden face. He slowly bowed his knees, bowed to the moon, and said loudly: "Yu Li prays to ask my god, the world is full of people, the world is wild, the gods, witches and nobles, slaves live in the people, what is the difference? Sacrifices and sacrifices, gods can drink? Flesh and blood. Tudi, God can be sad? Yuli wants to equalize the people of the world, divide the land of the world, God can allow it!"
All the monsters and mortals below were shocked, even Qi Yin was extremely surprised. It turned out that Wu Yuli worked hard to climb to the position of the great witch, just to wait for today. He wants to borrow the tortoise and change the old way. But this is tantamount to fighting against thousands of people with one person. He is making a big bet, the bet is his splendid future, but also his life.
Wu Heng slapped the ground with his stick and said angrily, "Wu Yuli, do you know what you are doing? There are many people born in the world, and they have their own order. How can you have the guts to guess God's will?"
"Lord Ah Li is crazy!" The gods and witches whispered, "Are you stunned?"
"Yu Li doesn't dare to guess God's will." Wu Yuli knelt in front of the bonfire, motionless, "Foster father, the first lecture on the first day of the divine and witch homework, Bu Ji asked the evil, the horizontal lines said good luck, the vertical lines said evil, Is it Yefi?"
"It's natural!" Wu Heng said, "This is the simplest truth, even the little slaves know it."
"Then," Wu Yuli smiled faintly, "let's see what the gods mean. If the gods say no, refute, or no, then Yuli immediately removes his golden face, asks himself to be a rebel, and banishes Tianmuye. ."
"You..." Wu Heng was stunned, "You are crazy! You are crazy!"
No one understood his insistence, because no one had ever been buried alive in the burial pit, no one lost his mother-in-law overnight, and no one had seen Bailu Jiang Yang. There is only Wu Yuli, only this man with eyes like autumn water and a heart like hard iron. With his back straight, he knelt in front of the bonfire, kneeling in the moonlight, waiting for the tortoise shell to crack and the will of the gods to come.
With a click, there was a bang in the bonfire. All the whispers below stopped, and in the eyes of everyone, Wu Yuli took out the tortoise shell. A whole piece of tortoise shell, with only one thin crack, stretched across the center incomparably dazzlingly. For hundreds of years, there has never been such a simple crack in a tortoise shell.
The cracks in the tortoise shell in the past have always been crowded with branches and branches, which requires the explanation and research of the gods and witches. In fact, there are faint doubts that this is the natural burst of the tortoise shell. God has never come to his will, but no one dares to say it.
But today, there is no need for the contemplation and explanation of the witch, the will of God is simple and clear.
God said: allow.
Wu Yuli stroked the tortoise shell, and the cracks scratched against his fingertips. This was the closest he had been to God after leaving Crescent Moon Valley for so many years.
He raised his splendid eyes and announced, "God said: Yes!"
There was silence below, and no one spoke. Until finally, a witch stood up from his seat, took off his mask, and said: "Lord Ali, I originally... didn't want to treat you like this." After all, the plague was prevalent, and it was you who saved my life when I was dying. But now that you have done your best, I can't hide it any longer. "
Qi Yin recognized that this was the god witch who persuaded Wu Yuli to use slaves to test the poison. Wu Yuli was surprised and asked, "Wu Yang, if you have something to say, you might as well say it directly."
"Lord Ali, you are actually the child of a slave, right!" The witch called Wu Yang said loudly.
All the gods and witches were stunned.
Wu Yang said: "It wasn't long before I entered the temple, and I only took up the post of Lizheng the year before last. I sorted out the books and read the list of gods and witches, who were who, what demons, where they came from, and three generations of parents. Only A Li has records. My lord, the origin is unknown. I asked the old witch and the seniors, and found that they were not clear about the origin of Lord A Li, but strangely believed that Lord A Li was from a distinguished family."
Wu Heng covered his head, bloodshot in his eyes. Qi Yin's heart was unconsciously anxious, these people were obviously already vaguely aware of the divine language.
"I was suspicious, but I didn't think much about it." Wu Yang continued, "until the first outbreak of the plague, I went down the mountain with Lord Ali, and encountered a demon slave of the dog tribe. He told me that Lord Ali was a It is his childhood playmate, nicknamed Crescent Moon, who should have been buried in the tomb of the leader of Crescent Moon Valley, but came back to life. Today, I have brought that dog demon, Master Ali, do you want to confront him?"
"No need," Wu Yuli said calmly, "You're right, I was born in Crescent Moon Valley. My resurrection from the dead is entirely due to the rescue of the Great God Bailu. The adoption of my foster father was also caused by the whispering of the Great God. Yes, the god whispered, and no one obeyed. It was the Great White Deer who spoke in your ear and opened the door of the temple to me. I know, it must be hard for you to believe it. But..." He held up the tortoise shell, the horizontal stripes In everyone's eyes, "Look, isn't this the will of God? In thousands of years, has there ever been such a crack in the tortoise shell?"
"Yes... yes..." Wu Heng murmured, "I remember, I remember! Back then, a voice spoke in my ear and asked me to go to Crescent Moon Valley to pick up a child, so that I must take care of his safety. Grow up healthily." Wu Heng burst into tears, "This is God speaking to me, it is God!"
There were whispers in the seat, and gradually some people believed and nodded again and again.
"No, you are wrong!" Wu Yang shouted, "This is clearly his sorcery! For hundreds of years, who has seen the Great God Bailu with his own eyes? He is a mere son of a slave, how can he be saved by the Great God? God? How could he ignore us and favor a shaggy slave instead?" Wu Yang pointed at Wu Yuli and said word by word, "He's lying! He used his sorcery to express his divine will and want to become an ancestor. Law, usurp power and blaspheme!"
All the witches and leaders suddenly realized, and stood up and scolded: "Wu Yuli, you are so bold!"
Wu Yuli was still standing on the stage, and said unhurriedly: "If you don't believe in my divination, Wu Yang, why don't you do the divination yourself? If God really answers, wouldn't he have a will on your tortoise divination? ?"
His words were very reasonable, and Wu Yang actually choked. Wu Yuli nodded to him, politely. He has always been like this, no matter what kind of crisis or hardship he encounters, he is always slow and slow. His words were clearly peaceful and gentle, but with unusual pressure.
Wu Yang swallowed, but didn't have time to answer. A wolf clan leader stood up and scolded: "What else is there to say, listen to what a slave has to say! Pretending to be a witch, infiltrating the temple, and expressing his spirit, these piles of things are not enough to cure his sins? Pulled him down, dragged him out, stripped him. He was a slave, so he went to the mud pit and gave Lao Tzu an honest cat!"
All the tribal leaders shouted loudly, and immediately some warriors approached the high platform with their swords. In the dark night, the demon was grinding his sharp fangs and staring at him on the high platform. The mortals were also indifferent, watching indifferently. The witches who followed Wu Yuli in the past all showed hesitant eyes and stepped back.
"Our gods and witches respect and listen to the will of the gods. The gods pity all the people, and you are gods and witches. Why don't you listen to the will of the gods? Words to the bone.
"Who are the people with you? We are the children of God, and you are the livestock of God. God has mercy on all people, but not on livestock!" The wolf's head shook the platform.
Wu Yuli opened his eyes wide, dumbfounded on the spot. He suddenly realized that he was doomed from the start. It has never been the gods who ruled the mortal world, but these nobles holding soldiers in their hands. They don't care about the content of the tortoise at all, let alone obey the ethereal gods. They have no mercy, let alone mercy. They have to step on the shoulders of slaves in order to show their nobility.
He felt lonely and exhausted like never before, and his heart fell endlessly. He was too naive, and he lost completely in this game of betting his future and his life.
"Ugh… "
Just then, he heard a sigh.
His eyes narrowed, he raised his head, and saw the shocked eyes of all the monsters and mortals. They stared at him blankly... No, behind him. Wu Yuli slowly turned around, and in front of him was a winding ladder made of moonlight, and a tall and bright deer walked slowly from it. It hasn't changed at all, just like in the past, with its flowered antlers, its slender body, and its body covered with moonlight.
A splendid deity suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.
Absolutely quiet, no one dared to speak. Except for Wu Yuli, all the mortal spirits bowed their heads.
"Yu Li's words are my words. Yuli's orders are my orders." The god said, "I call the people of the world, and I call the division of the world. I call you and other blasphemous and rebellious ministers, and they should all be exiled! "