"Born from the Fire Tribe?" Wu Dongfang looked sideways at Ming Xi.
"Yes, there are only a small amount of purple-leafed soft-shell turtles growing on a cliff near the seaside of the Fire Tribe." Ming Xi said.
"Is this poison only used by Fire Tribe wizards?" Wu Dongfang asked. It doesn't matter where it is produced, but who uses it.
"That's not true. Anyone can use it as long as they understand its toxicity." Ming Xi said.
"How long can the Heavenly Master last from being poisoned to dying from the poison?" Wu Dongfang asked again.
Ming Xi didn't understand why Wu Dongfang asked this question, so he turned to look at Ming Gu, who said, "With our cultivation, it won't last more than an hour."
"The corpse was found in a cave within the territory of the Tu tribe, only four hundred miles away from the capital of the Tu tribe." Wu Dongfang said, he must tell everyone this detail, otherwise they will suspect that the poison was poisoned by the Fire tribe.
All the wizards nodded.
Wu Dongfang waved to everyone, "Thank you for your hard work, everyone, go back to sleep and come back in time."
Everyone responded loudly, bowed, bowed, and left.
Wu Dongfang watched everyone leave, then turned to look at the wizards who were doing the autopsy, "Aside from the poison, what else did you find?"
When there are more than two people, there will be a leader and a follower. After hearing this, several wizards turned to look at the leading wizard, who lowered his voice and said, "The poison enters through the mouth."
Wu Dongfang didn't feel anything abnormal, but Ming Zhen and others were surprised, which showed that this kind of poison should not enter from the mouth.
"I don't know much about this poison. Please explain in detail. Don't make me ask questions again and again." Wu Dongfang was exhausted and in a bad mood.
The wizard was very frightened and said hurriedly, "The purple-leafed soft-shell turtle is highly poisonous. It can light a fire in its mouth and cannot be neutralized. However, it has a fragrant smell. Most of the people who are poisoned will inhale it through their nostrils."
Wu Dongfang nodded. The wizard said that the fire at the entrance should be spicy, but there were no chili peppers in the Xia Dynasty. They didn't know the feeling of spicy. To be precise, spicy is a kind of pain, not a taste.
The wizard was obviously halfway through what he said and stopped talking.
Ming Xi guessed what the wizard was hesitating about and asked, "Do you suspect that the previous holy wizard took the poison himself?"
The wizard nodded, then shook his head hastily, "We are just suspicious."
"Okay, you go back first." Ming Xi waved his hands to the wizards who were doing the autopsy.
The latter handed over Ying, went out and left.
After the wizard who was doing the autopsy also left, Ming Zhen took the initiative to explain, "The purple-leafed turtle is both a strange poison and a spiritual creature. Inhaling a small amount can strengthen your spiritual consciousness and activate your potential. Fire tribe wizards usually carry it with them in case of emergencies. Yes. However, if you take too much, the spiritual energy in your body will not be able to suppress the toxicity, and you will soon be poisoned and die. The whole process is extremely painful."
"Powerful spiritual consciousness, stimulate potential?" Wu Dongfang frowned slightly. Listening to Ming Zhen's words, things like purple-leafed turtles seemed to be somewhat similar to modern stimulants.
Ming Zhen explained again, "Sucking a small amount can make the wizard's spiritual consciousness extremely clear and precise, and it can also increase the wizard's cultivation level by one or even three levels in a short period of time. However, he will be extremely weak afterwards and even need to stay in bed to recuperate."
Wu Dongfang nodded. This thing is really a stimulant. It can overdraw physical strength or spiritual energy in advance, but it requires huge risks and corresponding costs.
"Is it difficult to obtain this thing?" Wu Dongfang raised his finger and pointed to the main hall.
"The Fire Tribe has dedicated personnel to guard it. It's almost dawn. You should also take a nap. There are many things waiting for you to handle after dawn." Ming Zhen closed the copper box again, and Ming Xi raised his hand to Wu Dongfang. Farewell.
Wu Dongfang sent the three people outside the door, turned around and walked back.
"You don't blame me for not taking a bath and changing clothes for you, right?" Ming Yue walked over.
"With so many people, it's really inappropriate for you to go to the backyard with me." Wu Dongfang said with a smile.
"I've prepared the food for you." Ming Yue said.
"I took a shower and had something to eat." Wu Dongfang looked around.
Ming Yue knew what he was looking for, "The rice bucket was taken away by the prince."
"How do you feel about the prince?" Wu Dongfang asked.
"What are you referring to?" Ming Yue asked.
"In all aspects." Wu Dongfang said, Ming Yue and Wang Ye have been living together in the Tianshi Mansion these days, so even if they don't have an in-depth understanding, they should have a first impression.
Ming Yue thought for a while and gave two impressions, "It must be very old and likes drinking."
"He is my friend in times of need, and I will always treat him with courtesy." Wu Dongfang emphasized.
Ming Yue nodded.
There were hot dishes and rice on the table in the room. Wu Dongfang sat down to eat. Ming Yue took the opportunity to tell him about the return of the palace maid and the reduction of expenses. Wu Dongfang nodded repeatedly. With Ming Yue helping to deal with trivial matters, it saves a lot of worry. .
He lay down after eating. There were too many things to deal with. If he thought about them one by one, he wouldn't need to sleep. He would do it after he woke up.
Other wizards also knew that he was extremely tired, and no one bothered him after arriving at the Tianshi Mansion the next day. Near noon, Ming Yue pushed him awake and said, "Get up, King Jin is here."
Wu Dongfang got up, packed up, and went to the main hall in the front yard. A memorial shed had been set up in the yard, and a large number of wizards were singing salvation. The chants were mainly hymns to praise the bravery of the wizards.
King Jin was wearing a white and yellow court dress. There was no such thing as a dragon robe at this time. In addition to cloud patterns, the court dress worn by King Jin also had a long sword embroidered on it. Similar patterns were also the tattoos of ordinary Jin people, but Jin people His tattoo is a small sword, while King Jin’s court uniform is embroidered with a large sword, which is red, much like the one from the Red Cross.
When he saw Wu Dongfang, King Jin bent down first. As soon as he saw this guy about to salute, Wu Dongfang hurriedly got in front of him and bent down to salute, "Master Baihu meets King Jin."
He originally wanted to add his own name, but when he thought that he had a foreign surname, he wanted to change it to Jin Dongfang. The White Tiger Heavenly Master could take his clan as his surname, but he didn't think so. The name was not good. The Jin clan is in the west, and the Jin clan is in the west. His name was Dongfang, but he changed his mind twice and decided not to say his name at all.
King Jin came here to apologize. When he saw Wu Dongfang saluting first, he thought he was holding a grudge and was about to kneel down as soon as he trembled. Wu Dongfang hurriedly stepped forward to support him and invited him into the main hall to speak as a subordinate.
With so many wizards present, Wu Dongfang couldn't even think of being rude, but the more polite he was, the more frightened King Jin became. Seeing Wu Dongfang insisting on inviting him into the palace, his face turned pale and he was too timid to go in.
Ming Zhen watched clearly from the side and came over to smooth things over. He had some chairs brought in so that King Jin could sit in the yard and talk to Wu Dongfang.
King Jin had previously wanted to hand Wu Dongfang over to the Tu tribe. He was worried that Wu Dongfang would hate him for this. After sitting down, he apologized repeatedly. Wu Dongfang laughed it off. Seeing his magnanimity, King Jin mistakenly thought he was hiding a knife in his smile. He was even more frightened and began to play the bitterness card. , while crying, he talked about his difficulties and misfortunes. His biological mother died early, and he was raised by his stepmother. He originally didn’t want to be the golden king, but after his eldest brother died, he became the eldest son, so he couldn’t do it inappropriately. After becoming the King of Gold, he was oppressed by the Tu people and had to endure the humiliation and bear the burden in order to save his people. In short, it was described in one word: bitter.
Wu Dongfang was so disgusted next to him. King Jin's behavior reminded him of a contestant on a talent show. If his talent is not good enough, he would start crying. He would change his ways and talk about how miserable and unlucky he was. He would cry for sympathy and make others not die. Both parents were too embarrassed to go up.
But it was disgusting, and he still had some sympathy for King Jin. King Jin was an ordinary person. He couldn't do magic with chicken feathers. He could only endure it if he couldn't beat him. Over the years, the Tu people had exacted tribute and taxes, and the Jin people couldn't solve their food and clothing problems. For He also thought of many ways to prevent his people from starving to death. Generally speaking, he was a good person, but he was a little timid.
People's hearts are made of flesh. King Jin cried for more than an hour. Wu Dongfang's attitude changed and he began to discuss with him heart-to-heart matters of state affairs. To be precise, they were important matters of the Jin clan. The bear man was not annoying, but what was annoying was that he Xiong was dishonest. Although King Jin was a bear, he was still very honest. They had dinner together at noon with three heavenly masters as company. After dinner, King Jin went back with peace of mind. He saw that Wu Dongfang was not interested in power and would not Fight for his throne.
The salvation will take three days, and the three elders of the Jin clan are busy back and forth. Wu Dongfang doesn't understand anything, can't intervene and can't help. He can't catch the three elders of the Jin clan and ask about the magic of the Jin clan. He can only wait patiently for the cumbersome ceremony. Finish.
Fortunately, the corpse contains highly toxic substances and will not rot. If it were an ordinary corpse, it would take less than three days for it to stink at such a high temperature.
The Jin people have a holy place. The so-called holy place is the altar. It is the place where the Jin people worship their ancestors and the place where the coffins of the White Tiger Celestial Master and the King of Jin are kept. It is in the mountains to the north of the capital, more than thirty miles away from the capital. It can be seen from the capital. Go to the mountain where the altar is.
The coffin was a copper coffin. Twelve wizards carried the coffin. They circled the city at night before delivering it to the altar. Wu Dongfang bravely participated in the whole process. The Tu tribe might come over for revenge. The top priority was to learn spells and study how to do it. Shoot the bow instead of performing these meaningless rituals.
Beishan is both an altar and a royal tomb, divided into two parts, Yin and Yang. Yin is the place where corpses are buried, in a cave on the mountainside. Yang is the place for sacrifices. At the foot of the mountain, there is a palace-style building. Wizards and soldiers are stationed here to guard it. When he got here, he was stopped by Ming Zhen. The living White Tiger Celestial Master and King Jin could only offer sacrifices outside. Can't enter the altar.
"Father-in-law, have you ever entered the altar?" Wu Dongfang looked at the two huge stone doors halfway up the mountain. The stone doors were close to the mountain and were the entrance to the altar.
"Going in, the inside is in the shape of a gourd. The coffins of the Golden King and the Holy Wizard are parked outside. Inside is a circular pool. The wizard who transmitted the law lived in that pool before he was killed." Ming Zhen's voice was not loud.
"Did the magician who passed down the law die in the altar?" Wu Dongfang asked.
Ming Zhen nodded.
"What was the cause of death?" Wu Dongfang asked again.
Ming Zhen looked back at the crowd of mourners not far away. Wu Dongfang understood and didn't ask any more questions. There are no words at this time, so the cultivation methods of chasing moons and stars and immortal golden bodies will probably not be left on the altar.
Before dawn, the funeral arrangements were completed and everyone returned to the capital. This is not the end yet. According to the rules, the ascension ceremony of the new White Tiger Celestial Master must be held.
Wu Dongfang was determined to cancel this meaningless ceremony, but after thinking about it carefully, he changed his mind. According to past practice, when a certain clan of holy wizards succeeds, the other four clans will express their opinions in different ways. It is possible that He was sending gifts, or he might be sending people to watch the ceremony. He wanted to use this ceremony to test the reaction of the Tu tribe and the attitudes of the other three tribes...