Fengshen is a splendid and strange era, an era of alternation between Zhou and Shang Dynasties, an era of parallel gods and immortals. Later generations have only a few words about this era, and future generations can only speculate and imagine.
When Ji Dan came to this era and integrated into the ancient society, she discovered that this ancient era was not as beautiful and simple as later generations imagined.
The pen is the same as the pen, and the sharpening is the sharpening. Zhongni's Spring and Autumn brushwork conceals too many secrets.
In this era where ghosts and gods have not gone away, civilization has just begun, blood, barbarism, cruelty, human sacrifice, divination... are the main themes of this era. Under the cold royal power, there are all bones, and the crazy divine power is stained with endless blood and tears.
The nobler the bloodline, the more solemn and sacred the sacrifice. The founder of the Yin Shang Dynasty, Cheng Tang, once sacrificed his body to pray for good weather.
If the Yin and Shang Dynasties were like this, how could the Western Zhou Dynasty avoid the vulgarity? The Xibo Hou Jichang, who was dressed in yellow with phoenix patterns, held jade in his waist, had a simple face and looked like a peasant, entered the court song calmly, regardless of life and death.
He prostrated on the ground, accepted Emperor Xuanniao's order, chose to surrender, and shouted loudly: "The emperor's spirit is in heaven, and the fate of Yin and Shang will last for tens of thousands of years."
"Xibo Hou Jichang obeys the order and sets off today to pay homage to the common master of the world!"
The black bird envoy gave orders ruthlessly, with a cold smile on his lips: "Xibohou, this year's sacrifices need to be doubled, to please the ghosts and gods."
"Wei." Jichang, the Marquis of Xibo, accepted the task instructions without changing his expression. The Yin Shang Dynasty focused on sacrifices. Among the tributes paid by various princes, the most important part was the blood tax.
If Xiqi doesn't want to sacrifice his own people, he can only expand outwards, plunder Xirong, and conquer those demon kingdoms.
The Yin Shang Dynasty needed divine blood, but they did not care about the source of the divine blood. Whether it was the blood of demons and gods or the blood of human gods, it was all divine blood.
"Your loyalty, Lord Xibo, lasts as long as Guo Zuo." The Yin Shang envoy nodded with satisfaction. Great Shang needed a loyal Lord Xibo, and it didn't matter who the Lord Xibo was.
If Xibohou is not loyal, he will naturally be replaced by a loyal Xibohou.
Today's Yin Shang has such power, and the Western Zhou Dynasty also understands this truth.
Even if there were strange voices shouting, they were quickly suppressed.
Ji Dan was young, so he stood at the back and listened to the questioning of many uncles. He saw the Western Zhou clan being suppressed one after another. They were roaring and angry.
"Ji Chang, you are supporting business and committing evil. How long will the people of Zhou continue to be contaminated by this kind of bloody Khorne!"
"We are the descendants of Hou Ji, the descendants of the Grain God. The earth should be full of grains, not weapons."
"..."
"Dan." Ji Bokao touched his younger brother's head and sighed: "This is the price!"
This is the price of the rise of the Western Zhou Dynasty. Starting from my great-grandfather, I surrendered to the Yin Shang Dynasty and became their minions. When my grandfather Ji Li married the noble daughter of the Yin Shang Dynasty, he integrated into it and became part of its culture. He fought for it, paid tribute to it, and contributed to it. sacrifice.
Even Zhou Bohou Ji Li was sacrificed in this grand undertaking, how ironic.
However, Zhou people could only choose to accept it.
Because Yin Shang is the common master of the world, and Xiqi is just a prince, the most powerful prince cannot cross the line of God.
"The ancestor is dead and the father is gone, so who's turn will be next?"
Ji Dan's eyes fell on his eldest brother Ji Bokao. He was a gentleman in white who was as gentle as jade. He was impeccable in terms of status and moral evaluation.
A sense of powerlessness emerged from his heart. Generations of Xibohou were imprisoned in Chaoge and eventually died of illness.
What will be the fate of the eldest brother Ji Bokao?
Become a meat pie, or step into the same cycle of reincarnation.
Can he change this ending? Does he, Ji Dan, have such power? !
In the midst of the catastrophe, even the eldest brother, the Ziwei Heavenly Emperor, seemed unable to hold back the wheel of history and could only watch fate roll forward.
And, Ji Dan, should he abide by his inherent destiny and become the first saint in three generations.
"Dan, what are you thinking about?" Ji Fa, the future emperor of the world, lowered his head and stared at his brother who was born with Su Hui with deep eyes.
"I was thinking...learning witchcraft can't save the people of Xiqi!"
Ji Dan took a deep breath. As a prince of the Western Zhou Dynasty, he had a high status and could collect information better than ordinary people. Through the guidance of his elders and the ancient books in the Sutra Pavilion, he was convinced that this was not a simple Shang and Zhou world, not a simple witchcraft world. Taoist blood world.
The Yuanshi Tianzun on Kunlun Mountain, the immortals on the three overseas islands, the emperors of the human race Guangchengzi, Chisongzi, Ning Fengzi, Rongchengzi... all kinds of legends all show that this is a world with immortals.
This is Shang and Zhou dynasties, and this is Fengshen.
"Whatever you want to do, just do it." Ji Fa was silent for a long time. Today's things were bad enough. They had reached rock bottom and would not get worse. He was no longer restraining his brother's behavior.
"Fa..." Ji Fa's mother, Ji Chang's concubine Taisi, lowered her eyes and was about to say something.
Suddenly, an old woman with silver hair, dressed in fine clothes, and a somewhat majestic face walked slowly over. Like a needle that calms the sea, it calms all the storms.
"Mother!"
"grandmother!"
"Lord Taijiang!"
Tai Si saluted respectfully. In Xiqi where Xibohou was far away, this old woman had an unparalleled status and had an extremely high reputation in the entire Xiqi.
She is Taijiang, the Yuan concubine of Gu Gong Danfu, Ji Li's mother, Ji Chang's grandmother, and the founding mother of Xiqi.
Taijiang's eyes were turbid, but they revealed the brilliance of wisdom, and he said calmly: "The gods of ancient times, the souls of this world, and the heroic spirits of the future."
"Among the three sons of this generation, who can take up the throne of Zhou and carry the high destiny?"
Taisi hesitated to speak, and finally turned into a sigh. Although she gave birth to these children, she would never understand her own children.
Boyi Kao is too perfect, like a flawless jade, not stained by a trace of dust, like a noble god in the nine heavens, without any mistakes.
Ji Fa was brave since he was a child and had his own opinions at a very young age. Tai Si could not give this child much help and could only watch him follow his father's path and go further and further away.
However, although Ji Dan behaves like a child, her natural wisdom is like a gem in the sand, dazzling and bright, and can be detected at a glance.
"Tai Si, you are a blessed person." Tai Jiang smiled calmly and said, "Don't think too much. Sometimes time is not a long river, but a ring. Wherever you come from, you will return to where you came from."
"Yes." Taisi nodded and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Men ascend to heaven and become gods, become great witches, and fight for the line between life and death. Women, on the other hand, often become witches and accompany a certain god for hundreds of millions of years.
This god can be the Emperor of Heaven, a goddess, or more often an ancestor god or an emperor god. The source of the bloodline is often more reliable.
In return, the gods who jump out of time and look down at time will give the witch a certain kind of enlightenment, which is a kind of message that can guide people and countries onto the most correct path.
Rebirth and time travel are inconceivable to the world.
However, for the witch, it is just a wave splashing in the long river of time, reflecting the past and the future, projected in different time and space.
I hope that with time, I will live forever.
One flower blooms and one flower falls. The past and the future will eventually overlap.
The future has been decided, and the past can be changed. At the current time point, no matter what is published or what is mastered, it is all within understanding.
Before reaching the end, no one can tell whether it is right or wrong. The long river of destiny is full of fog, which will only gradually dissipate in battles again and again.
Daluo is God's will, but he can only determine part of his own future. There are thousands of futures. No one can tell clearly about the future that does not belong to him. No one can see what is wrong and can only occupy it bit by bit. .
The fixed numbers of the future, the variables of the past, and the sparks of wisdom that collide at the present node will be turned into chess pieces one after another to determine the future.
Some people are superstitious about the information they bring, while others dismiss it and burn the script. Some people spy on the secret, but remain silent and sit alone in the cell. Some people want to open a new page of their own in the script.
Believe it or not, desire or not, everyone's thoughts are different. They are their own protagonists and others' supporting roles, thus intertwining the world.
Emperor Xin stood at the head of Chaoge City. A map of mountains and rivers appeared in front of his eyes. The route of the eight hundred princes came into view, as if gold and silver threads formed dimensions. No one dared to hesitate or delay. They all headed towards the court. Sing ahead.
"It's a pity that you sit in front of the table in the middle of the night and don't ask about the common people or the ghosts and gods."
The contemporary emperor of the Yin and Shang dynasties cleaned up the map of mountains and rivers, looked at the misty dragon smoke, the ancestral temple and the state, and couldn't help but sneered: "There are actually many ghosts and gods, and I have to rely on them. Is the Yin and Shang Dynasty my world or the ghosts and gods' world?" .”
"Your Majesty, please be careful." Shang Rong, the Prime Minister of the Yin and Shang Dynasties, looked straight, held up his fangs high, stepped forward and bowed: "The country is not the country of one person, but the country of all peoples, the country is not the country of one person, but the country of the ancestors. .”
"Then who are the people?" The Yin Shang Emperor's voice was ethereal, but sonorous and powerful. It seemed to reach the ninth heaven and resound throughout the heavens. He seemed to be questioning: "It's the gods, it's the human race, it's the slaves, it's the immortals... …”
"They are the people of Yin and Shang Dynasties." Prime Minister Shang Rong replied.
In the eyes of this Dazai, only people from the Yin Shang Dynasty were considered human beings. Everyone other than the Yin Shang Dynasty were slaves and sacrifices. Even the four major princes were nothing more than tools of the Yin Shang Dynasty.
There is nothing wrong with these words. The butt determines the head. He is the Taizai of the Yin Shang Dynasty, so he naturally has to consider the future generations of the Yin Shang Dynasty.
"So the previous kings were just ghost emperors, and it is difficult to prove Daluo!" Di Xin's eyes seemed to have light, shining through the nine heavens, and said with great majesty: "If you don't destroy it, you won't establish it. If you destroy it, you will establish it. Now the Yin Shang Dynasty has reached the point where it is difficult to return. .”
"Generations of ghost emperors have exhausted the resources of the Yin and Shang Dynasties. Each ancestor's spirit has taken root along the big tree. It is so intricate that the old ship has collapsed."
"Only by clearing everything away can we rebuild a new sky!"
"It's too hasty." Prime Minister Shang Rong sighed, and said the famous saying of Yi Yin, the first generation of the Yin and Shang Dynasties: "Governing a big country is like cooking small delicacies."
"The war between Shang and Zhou cannot come soon. This is a struggle within the human race. The great human race members are fighting against each other and consuming them. We have plenty of time."
"However, the battle of the Gods cannot be slowed down. If you take one step slowly or step by step, the gods will fall early." Di Xin said resolutely: "Only by cutting through the mess with a sharp knife can a new path be opened up. Only few people can prove it." Dao Daluo, the Yin Shang Dynasty has a glimmer of hope."
Use fast to defeat slow, use movement to defeat stillness. This is Di Xin's goal. What he seeks is to scare the grass and scare the snake.
"I'm afraid it will cause trouble." Prime Minister Shang Rong said worriedly: "One Shen Guogong can't make things happen. I'm afraid eight hundred princes will cause trouble."
"It doesn't matter. Wen Zhong has the Taishi Wen Zhong, and Wu has the power to control the country. Wu Chengwang Huang Feihu; Wen is enough to stabilize the country, and Wu is enough to rule the country."
Emperor Xin had a chess game of his own and said calmly: "Dongbohou Jiang Huanchu is the head of the country and will not cause chaos. Xibohou Jichang is naturally cautious and dare not cause chaos. Beibohou Chonghou Hu is greedy and will not cause chaos. The three major princes will not cause chaos. Bohou E Chongyu will naturally not be in chaos."
"Shen Guogong has already arrived there." Di Xin pondered for a long time, then suddenly opened the map of mountains and rivers and observed the route of Shen Gongbao.
"Your Majesty, we have entered Chentangguan." Prime Minister Shang Rong pointed to a certain Celestial City and said, "It is outside the East China Sea."
"Chentangguan..." Di Xin thought for a moment and said slowly: "I remember that this is the first city to defend the Dragon Clan in the East China Sea. There are bows and arrows left by Huangdi Xuanyuan, aiming at the Dragon Palace."
"However, the destiny black bird descended and gave birth to Shang." Prime Minister Shang Rong said with emotion: "The world has never been peaceful. If it were not for the Xuanyuan Arrow, the military strength of Chentangguan would have increased more than a hundred times."
"Can we form an alliance with the Four Seas Dragon Clan?" Di Xin suddenly wanted to ask.
"No." Prime Minister Shang Rong strongly objected: "The world is in good shape if the dragons are leaderless. Once the dragon clan is born, I'm afraid it will be impossible to deal with it."
"That's alright." Di Xin sighed and said, "Ask the generals Jun Bi and Fang Xiang brothers to go to Chentangguan to urge Shen Gongbao so that he can enter Chaoge earlier."
"Yes." Prime Minister Shang Rong nodded without objection, but he became suspicious.
Overseas, there is the land of Guixu, which swallows all things. The water of the eight rivers and nine fields, and the water of Tianhan, will all flow into Guixu. Above Guixu, there are five fairy mountains, one is called Daiyu, the other is Yuanqiao. The third is called Fang Hu, the fourth is called Yingzhou, and the fifth is called Penglai.
The Emperor of Heaven was afraid that the Immortal Mountain would fall and return to ruins, so he ordered Yu to force Ju Ao Fifteen to raise his head and wear it.
There was a great man in Long Bo's country, who took a few steps to reach the five mountains, fished six fish in a row, burned turtle shells, and divined good and bad luck, which caused the two sacred mountains of Daiyu and Yuanqiao to fall into ruins.
The Emperor of Heaven was furious and issued an edict to reduce the territory of Long Bo Kingdom, making it smaller and smaller, and gradually reducing the stature of Long Bo Kingdom's citizens, making them dwarfed.
In the era of Shennong Fuxi, the giant Long Bo was tens of feet tall, but it is still more than ten feet tall today.
Brothers Fang Bi and Fang Xiang, after the giant Long Bo, were extremely powerful, gifted with magical powers, and extremely proficient in the waters. They could enter and exit the ocean as if they were walking on flat ground.
It seems that Di Xin asked brothers Fang Bi and Fang Xiang to urge Gongbao, but the real purpose made Shang Rong extremely suspicious, thinking that Di Xin still wanted to win over the dragon clan.
"How can I, the descendant of Black Bird, form an alliance with the Dragon Clan?" Shang Rong thought to himself, looking for a way to stop Di Xin's thoughts.
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