The Qin royal family arrived.
However, when the giant boat landed in the square and everyone in the boat appeared one after another, everyone was stunned for a moment.
I saw these noble guests. The men wore white scarves on their heads and wore double-breasted blouses. The women wore short pleated skirts and collarless blouses. They were dressed exactly the same as the Xi people in the square!
The middle-aged man walking at the front had a square and square face, and he was calm and dignified. He was the Emperor of Qin whom Yang Zhen had met in the secret treasury.
Behind him were three people. The first person is tall, thin and tall, with a face as sharp as a knife and an axe, and a pair of mustaches, and is very heroic; the second person is a fat man with a round face, with a complexion as fair as a baby, and a smile on his face; the last person has a face like Guanyu, his demeanor is elegant and handsome, and he looks more like a scholar.
These three people are the three princes who have passed the test of the ancestral land, and will also be the three candidates to enter the ancestral land today.
At this time, several people had different expressions. The eldest prince frowned, not knowing what he was thinking; the second prince glanced at the crowd from time to time with his two small eyes, looking slightly uneasy; the third prince lowered his eyes, and his face was calm. .
Behind them, there were many men and women, and Qin Mingyue took the trouble to introduce them. For example, this was Lord Yan, the Minister of Rites, that was Fan Moumou, the minister of the Ministry of Industry, and this one was Zuo Zongzheng of the Zongren Mansion, etc. , Yang Zhen and others listened with interest, taking the opportunity to meet the highest-level figures in the Qin State.
Half of these people are monks and mortals, and their cultivation levels range from foundation building to golden elixir. Basically, the higher the cultivation level, the higher the official position. Mortals do not have this restriction and have various official positions.
The two young men who appeared at the end of the team made Yang Zhen smile knowingly.
The handsome and handsome man among them was Yan Shijun who led them into the secret vault a few days ago.
The other person was a beautiful girl, whispering to the man in a low voice and looking quite intimate.
"That's the nineteenth child of my clan." Qin Mingyue said with a smile.
Yang Zhen suddenly realized, looked at the girl again, and said with a smile: "Brother Yan is so lucky."
…
In front of the altar, the Heixi tribe's chief, high priest, chief elder and other members of the Heixi tribe stood in awe and waited.
When Emperor Qin came to the clan leader, the drums that had been ringing from the morning to this moment finally stopped after a heavy sound.
In an instant, in Yang Zhen's consciousness, there was a faint sound of waves crashing, which seemed to come from the mountains behind the Drum Tower.
He suddenly realized that Xi Ren must have judged that the ancestral land was about to be opened through this sound.
There were about five hundred people who got off the giant boat of the Qin State, and there were no less than 20,000 people in the square at this time. As the red clouds gradually receded and the moon rose, more and more people came from all directions.
Emperor Qin clasped hands with the clan leader, helped the old man sit down on a chair, and then chatted a few words with the high priest, elder, and others.
"Dongdongdong!"
The hammer fell again, this time, the sound was a little deeper, but the rhythm was a little faster.
In front of the altar, the fire lit up, lighting eleven arm-thick incense candles, and smoke slowly filled the surroundings.
Everyone in the square had already stopped playing the noisy Lusheng and singing and dancing. Under the command of a group of black-clothed witch cultivators, they were divided into several areas and stood in each area.
The high priest Ju Mu Qi Gou was wearing a black robe, holding a red flame in his mouth, holding a magic scarf in his left hand and a sword in his right hand. He chanted incomprehensible witchcraft incantations in his mouth, shaking his head and stamping his feet around the altar. At a certain pace.
Under his leadership, dozens of shamans and cultivators wore masks, danced with scarves and bells in the gaps between the crowd, and the atmosphere in the venue gradually became more and more exciting, with a bit of solemnity, a bit of solemnity, and a bit of noisy. Very mysterious.
In the distant horizon, the last trace of white light disappeared, and darkness fell on the earth.
Countless torches burned brightly, illuminating the square like daylight.
The high priest drew his sword into the void, and the flame in his mouth went out. At the same time, the drums stopped again.
"...Xuangui first presents auspiciousness, the yin number is nine, the yang number is nine, the number is nine-nine and eighty-one, the number is connected to the Tao, and the Tao is in harmony with the Supreme..."
"...the two red and phoenixes are auspicious. The male calls six times, the female calls six times, and the six, six and thirty-six sounds are heard in the sky. They are born in the Qin Dynasty..."
Ju Mu Qi Gou muttered something, and a pair of eight-foot-wide Yuangui appeared out of thin air above the altar. They were immediately beheaded by Emperor Qin with his sword, and their blood was splashed on the mound.
Someone immediately stepped forward and gutted the Yuan Turtle. The turtle shell was placed in front of the incense candle. The internal organs turned into countless debris and were sprinkled on the clan members present.
It was not just the Yuan Turtle that was slaughtered, but also a pair of red-bellied eagles, a pair of white tigers, and two white snakes several feet long. They were all third-level monsters, but they had all been knocked unconscious before they appeared and lost the ability to struggle.
There is no doubt that these rare sacrifices were provided by Qin.
After the latter pairs of monsters were slaughtered, their wings, tiger heads, and snake skins were taken for sacrifice, and the remaining flesh and blood were also sprinkled on the square.
Tens of thousands of Ximin opened their arms, hugged and sucked the blood drops that represented the protection of their ancestors with smiles on their faces.
The atmosphere in the field reached a climax at this moment.
"Dongdongdong!" The drum sounded again.
The mound of earth in the center of the altar gradually swelled upwards amid the sound of drums, and the surrounding earth mounds rolled down. Soon, a huge black stone statue was revealed.
The stone statue is three feet tall, completely black, and seems to be carved from a piece of natural obsidian. In the middle is a portrait of a young woman, dignified and very beautiful. She looks somewhat similar to Qin Mingyue.
The head is looming in the smoke, making it even more mysterious.
"That's Madam Gouxie, my ancestor of Great Qin." Qin Mingyue's introduction confirmed Yang Zhen's guess.
"Do the Xi people know that this is the ancestor of Qin?" Yang Zhen asked curiously.
"Except for the clan leader and the high priest, other tribesmen only know that this is Xi Ren's old grandmother, and they don't know her other identity," Qin Mingyue said. At this time, her face became more solemn: "Not only Xi Ren, I, Qin Except for the inheritors of the blood jade, no one else in the royal family knows."
Her words were quickly confirmed. As the avatar appeared, all the mockers knelt down in the direction of the altar with extremely pious expressions.
In front of the altar, Emperor Qin knelt down respectfully. However, only a few of the entourage beside him knelt down, and most of them looked at each other in bewilderment.
How can the Great Qin royal family kneel before the statue of a foreign god?
As expected, they did not understand the identity of the stone statue.
"Kneel down!" Emperor Qin shouted in a low voice.
This time, everyone no longer hesitated. Under the leadership of the three princes, they knelt down and knelt together.
"So, Mrs. Gouxie is actually Xi Ren?" Yang Zhen suddenly realized: "It was not by chance that she came to Hengji Mountain, but she returned to her hometown in loneliness and helplessness. Therefore, the Qin family and the Xi family, They actually come from the same clan!"
"That's right," Qin Mingyue nodded: "We, the Great Qin Dynasty, have always implemented the policy of restraining the Xi people, which is to order them to protect their ancestral land and worship their ancestors."
"With Emperor Qin kneeling down like this, and the fact that he is dressed in the Xi clan's attire, some of the more clever ministers may have figured it out, right?" Yang Zhen asked doubtfully, "It's just that his behavior is against your ancestors. That’s your true intention, right?”
"It is true," Qin Mingyue sighed: "It is well known throughout the world that our ancestors do not want their ancestral land. If I am right, your majesty has no choice but to do so. Because Qin Zhaowu, Qin Zhaohuan, and I, the eldest princess, have successively paid tribute to our ancestors. The land is missing, and the voice from the DPRK and the Central Government to send troops to attack Hengji Mountain must have become so powerful that it is difficult to contain it."
…
In the square, tens of thousands of Xi people were humming in unison, but as Yang Zhenru listened to the shaman language, she could only feel the buzzing and noise.
Hundreds of witch cultivators walked along different paths in the field and sang, with a strange rhythm in their voices.
Yang Zhen's consciousness stayed there for a long time, feeling vaguely familiar.
He felt a kind of power, which was the power released after the witch talisman he had come into contact with was ignited.
What surprised him even more was that these forces gradually accumulated and converged towards the stone statue.
In the darkness, the stone statue seemed to be wrapped in a layer of fluorescent light, emitting a dull light.
For a moment, he even thought the stone statue came to life.
"What kind of power is this?" Yang Zhen thought thoughtfully.
…
An hour later, the sound of the drum gradually became lower, and the stone statue slowly descended and disappeared into the mound of soil again.
The fallen stones returned to the distance, and the altar returned to its original state.
Ju Mu Qi Gou's face turned gloomy. This continuous practice for more than an hour made him feel as if he was seriously ill.
He coughed lightly and was about to speak, but saw Emperor Qin reaching out to block him.
A sarcophagus appeared in the open space ahead.
"What is this?" the high priest asked in surprise.
"This is what the ancestor ordered us to look for. You choose a few disciples to carry this thing to the mountain. It cannot be carried as a storage weapon."
Ju Mu Qi Gou did not dare to neglect, and immediately selected eight wizards with profound cultivation, ordered them to stuff wooden sticks underneath, tie ropes, then each took a corner, lifted the sarcophagus like a sedan with eight lifts, and headed towards the Drum Tower. direction.
The lights in the Drum Tower were bright, and after the eight people walked in, their figures quickly disappeared.
Emperor Qin withdrew his gaze and said to the eldest prince and the other three people: "Go in now!"
The three of them suddenly looked happy. The second prince, in particular, breathed a long sigh of relief without leaving any trace.
"Your Majesty, what about you?" the eldest prince asked softly.
According to previous practice, Emperor Qin, who had obtained the blood jade, would lead them into the ancestral land and take them through the subsequent procedures.
"You go in first and wait by the pool. You are not allowed to move around at will. Come back later." Emperor Qin waved his hand impatiently.
The eldest prince did not dare to say anything anymore, and he and the two princes bowed their hands to everyone, strode away amidst the sound of blessings, and disappeared at the entrance of the Drum Tower after a while.
Qin Huang looked at their backs with gloomy eyes, frowned, and suddenly shouted loudly to the surroundings: "Mingyue, my intuition tells me that you must be here!"
"Come out! I have been waiting for you for a long time!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a white light flashed on the cliff to the west, and a woman appeared.
It was Qin Mingyue.
ps: This chapter was difficult to write, and I felt average after finishing it. Try to get a big chapter tomorrow and enter the final plot.
