In the vast flat valley in front of the cliff, flames are flying, green smoke fills the canyon, and is filled with a strong scent of pine.
The canyon was surrounded by heavy troops, especially at the mouth of the canyon. There were five hundred tiger and leopard cavalry, led by Cao Zhang himself, who had set up camp and the water was tight.
A bonfire was lit in the square in front of the cliff cave, and an altar was set up. Hundreds of people wearing animal skins and ghost masks were gathering around to sing and dance.
There is a witch god on the high platform. His gray hair hangs down at his feet and his face cannot be seen clearly. He is holding a white animal bone and his arms are covered with bells. He keeps chanting spells.
Cao Jun looked solemn, Cao Hong and Cao Zhen stood at the entrance of the cave with solemn faces. The Sushen people invited the great shaman god of the clan to come down the mountain to perform the ritual in person for three days.
Cao Zhen said helplessly: "Three days have passed. Although the prime minister's complexion has improved a little, he has not woken up. I don't know whether he will be good or bad."
Cao Hong gritted his teeth and said, "The Sushen people boasted about Haikou and fed the prime minister many pills. If they can't save people, they will be buried with them."
Cao Zhen frowned and said, "When I went to the Sushen tribe, I saw that their residence was dirty and messy. Their horses were left on the mountain and pigs were raised in their homes. It was very smelly. Can these people really save people's lives?"
Cao Hong said helplessly: "The Prime Minister is critically ill and there is no cure. We are far away from the Central Plains. This is also a helpless move. A dead horse is treated as a living horse."
Cao Zhen said: "I hope that thousand-year-old ginseng can have miraculous effects."
The reason why they believed in the promise of the Sushen people was precisely because they presented a thousand-year-old ginseng. It was very plump despite its age, and a human face was vaguely visible at the root. This ginseng had spirituality and had the effect of reviving the dead.
It is said that this is an ancestor of Sushen. He went to the Tianchi at the top of the sacred mountain to fetch water. He heard the sound of a baby crying and laughing on the way. He followed the search and saw a ginseng tree running all over the mountain. He immediately asked the witch god to dispatch it. It took three months to complete the process. Find this ginseng and regard it as a treasure.
Originally, this area of the Xianbei Mountains was the territory of the Sushen people, but since the arrival of the Donghu people, they have been driven to the harsh cold areas of the Northeast, where their life has been extremely difficult.
After learning that the Han army had defeated the Xianbei people, the Sushen people decided to submit to the Han and migrate to the Central Plains at all costs, so that they would no longer suffer from the ice, snow, wind and cold.
In the cave, several witch doctors were so busy that they were sweating profusely. They stared at Cao Cao lying on the bed and chanted incantations. This time it was not only the most precious elixir, but also related to the rise and fall of the entire Sushen clan.
Although Cao Cao's complexion improved, there was blood on his face, and his body no longer trembled, he fell into a coma, which left the Witch God helpless. He danced with the Great God himself for two days, but still to no avail.
Cao Chun personally stayed by the bedside, looking at these witch gods with increasingly cold eyes. In the past, Cao Cao could occasionally wake up and tell them to deal with their funeral affairs, but now there was no movement.
Nurhai, the leader of Sushen, has long been slumped at the door. According to ancestors, the ginseng tree can be compared to elixir. As long as a person is still breathing, he can bring him back to life. According to the ancestral precepts, the clan leaders and witch gods are not allowed to take it. It can only change the destiny of the clan. It can only be taken out when the time comes, otherwise you will be punished by the sacred mountain.
After finally waiting for Cao Cao to appear, Nurhai saw that Xianbei had been destroyed and thought that the time had come. He made some calculations with the witch god, took the initiative to find Cao Cao's army, and boasted that he would rescue Cao Cao in Haikou.
Now wasting this fairy grass is the next best thing. If Cao Cao has something wrong with him because of this, no one can afford to blame them on Su Shen.
Seeing a great fortune turning into a catastrophe, the hearts of the leaders were colder than the ice of the Tianchi on Bulxian Mountain.
The fire was raging, and the man wearing a mask and dancing was already swaying.
The tattooed old man had a hoarse voice, and his originally flowing long hair was now messy and hanging on the ground. He was almost unsteady on crutches.
In the evening, the Witch God finally couldn't hold on any longer and fell softly to the ground with a low cry. The people who were beating mechanical gongs and drums around him stopped in astonishment. Only the bonfire was still burning, whirring in the night wind.
The attendant came forward to rescue the witch god and fed him some medicinal soup. The witch god woke up slowly, called Nurhai, muttered something, and then passed out.
Nurhai's face was ashen, and when he found Cao Hong, he sighed helplessly: "The prime minister is already seriously ill, and I am afraid that even the immortal grass will not be able to survive. Our mountain gods cannot protect the heroes of the Han Dynasty."
Cao Hong grabbed him by the collar and growled: "Are you unwilling to use the traditional medicine and exchange it for other herbs?"
Nurhai struggled and hurriedly explained: "Not only have all the thousand-year-old ginseng in my clan been used up, but the white tiger bone powder hunted by the third generation ancestor has also been added to the pills, as well as rare herbs such as deer antler, bezoar, and sea urchin. This is about me. How dare I make fun of the important matter of the rise and fall of the Sushen clan?"
Only then did Cao Hong believe it. He snorted coldly and pushed Nurhai away, saying, "You guys, please wait outside in the cliff cave for my order."
Nurhai agreed repeatedly and called the witch doctor and attendants to rest outside. Although the food and grass given to them by Cao Jun were rough, to the Sushen people, they were delicacies in the world.
Since I visited Liaodong once when I was young, I have learned what real "human life" is. I have learned that the Central Plains is richer than Liaodong, with more food and drink, and is even better than the fairy life passed down by their ancestors.
Nurhai never forgot about this and returned to the clan with a stolen linen short collar. The witch god and several clan leaders were all excited when they saw this sacred object and vowed to move the clan to the Central Plains at all costs.
When they arrived at Cao Jun's camp this time, although they lived in a simple cave outside, Nurhai and others didn't want to leave at all. Compared with their smelly pig nest, this was like heaven and earth.
Cao Hong casually placed the Sushen people to live there, and hurried back to his residence, only to see that the bed was empty. Cao Chun and several guards were not there. His face changed greatly, and he shouted urgently: "Where are the people?"
"Ahem -" A slight cough suddenly came from the depths. Although the breath was slightly weak and mixed with echoes, Cao Hong was shocked and looked there in shock.
A familiar figure walked out slowly, with Cao Chun supporting him, looking excited.
"Prime Minister, you finally woke up——"
Cao Hong rushed forward a few steps and was overjoyed. He was stunned for a long time before he knelt on the ground with tears streaming down his face.
"Zilian, please get up quickly!" Cao Cao's voice was weak. He walked to the bed and sat down, and said with emotion: "I thought that the end had come and there was no cure. Who knew that there was a miraculous medicine in this place outside the Great Wall? It seems that God Bujue Cao Na!"
Cao Hong stood up, wiping tears but with a smile on his lips, and walked out quickly: "I will inform the whole army right now."
"Wait a minute!" Cao Cao leaned on the bed and ordered, "Don't make any noise about this matter for the time being."
Cao Hong said anxiously: "The prime minister has been in bed for half a month. His heart is scattered and his morale is low. Fortunately, he is back from the dead. This is a great time to inspire the three armies. Why should he hide it?"
Cao Cao smiled coldly: "The Sushen clan lives in a nest with no business and lives with pigs and sheep. These barbaric creatures actually seek wealth and honor in our Central Plains. They are more dangerous than the Xiongnu and Xianbei. They will definitely cause great trouble if they remain."
