No matter how cruel the blood sacrifice system implemented by Yin Shang was, he was still a great merchant, the orthodoxy in the minds of all spirits in the world, and the true divine court of the human race.
The Yin Shang Dynasty, led by Tang and Wu, replaced the Xia Dynasty's destiny, inherited the legal system of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, continued the witchcraft tradition, and gained the recognition of countless ancient gods.
Whether it is a witch god or a human god, the final destination is only Yin Shang, and it can only be Yin Shang.
Only by showing one's own value in the Yin Shang Dynasty and in Chaoge City can one leave his mark on history.
However, the Yin Shang Dynasty was already strong on the outside but weak on the inside, and began to decline.
There were many internal conflicts, and external enemies were eyeing them, forcing the emperor at the top of the Yin Shang Pyramid, Di Xin, to choose to use this crude method of breaking and then standing.
Of course, this was influenced by Emperor Xin's overestimating and self-centered character, but more importantly, it was the fact that the Yin Shang Dynasty had reached a limit, an objective fact that seemed powerful but was shaky.
As we all know, when a country starts to go downhill, someone is bound to come out and give it a hard kick.
This kick may be the brake, or more likely the accelerator.
Di Xin was the one who stepped on the accelerator.
Unlike the sage kings in history who chose mild improvements, relying on their own authority, status, and personal charm, they implemented their policies and ideas little by little, slowed down the car little by little, secretly accumulated energy, and drove carefully over large distances. pit.
Emperor Xin chose to speed up the decline, implement the late emperor's decrees more strictly, and truly implement the great plan of using ten thousand nations to support one city.
He wants to use all the power of the human race to build a new palace on the ruins for the Black Bird's nirvana and rebirth.
He didn't want to walk slowly, but at an extremely fast speed, he rushed into the sky, flew over the big pit, and reached the other shore.
This rapid development of burning oil made the Yin Shang flourish with flowers and brocades, and few people were aware of the dangers involved.
Only a few wise men can take a peek and discover that the Yin Shang Dynasty today is not walking on the road, but flying!
Jiang Ziya was one of them. He concluded that Beihai would rebel, not to steal palace secrets, nor to deduce secrets, or to pray for heaven's way, but to walk in the streets of Chaoge City, talking to slaves, businessmen, and nobles.
He discovers something horrifying hidden in every detail.
That is, the price of ambergris in Chaoge City is actually falling, and there is a strange phenomenon of oversupply.
It is extremely incredible, because ambergris has a long-lasting aroma when burned, has the effect of nourishing the soul and nourishing the spirit, and is one of the best sacrifices to worship ancestors and please the gods.
In a god-sacrifice ceremony, it is better to lack blood sacrifice than to lack dragon incense, which is an important thing to please the gods and communicate with the ancestors.
On weekdays, tens of thousands of gold are hard to find, but even in the prosperous season, a large amount of ambergris is circulated, and it will be snatched up by the gods of major aristocratic families and kept as family heritage for the next sacrifice.
Nowadays, the price of ambergris has actually dropped, which shows that major aristocratic families have eaten up their brains and left their mouths full of fat. They really can't eat it anymore, so they allow ambergris to circulate in the market.
This is no longer a massive problem, but an expansion and proliferation problem.
Tracing the source and exploring the origin, the news came easily. Jiang Ziya learned from more than one businessman that this batch of ambergris came from the army.
In the past, Emperor Yi sacrificed a lot of dragon incense to the twelve ghost emperors, which resulted in an empty treasury. In order to strengthen centralization and quickly grasp power, Emperor Xin went even crazier and directly sacrificed thirty ghost emperors. There was simply not enough ambergris on the market. .
Therefore, the Yin and Shang armies went to Beihai to hunt down the ancient Kun beast and hunt ambergris to please the gods and communicate with their ancestors.
"Being born without being born, working without relying on it, growing without being slaughtered, this is called Xuande."
"God's heart is merciful, so he can leave a thin line. Of course, ordinary people like us cannot be Xuande saints, and we should not do things that exhaust all the benefits."
Jiang Ziya said meaningfully to the high priest: "Suppose a person wants to catch fish and drains all the water in the pond. In this way, of course he can catch all the fish in the pond, but next year, there will be no more fish in the pond." There will be no fish left to catch.”
"Hunting all the ancient Kun beasts, isn't it for the sake of future generations?"
Bigan, the high priest, sighed after hearing this, and said with a sad face: "The sage has just entered the Yin Shang Dynasty, but he doesn't know something. The Yin Shang Dynasty is afraid of a big disaster, and self-preservation is the top priority. How can he control some foreign races?"
In Bigan's eyes, Emperor Xin was wrong in all kinds of ways and was an unworthy descendant of the Yin Shang State. However, there was one thing he said well.
That is because the Yin Shang Dynasty was the foundation of the human world, so there were all the previous kings and ghost emperors, many accompanying ministers, and the vast dragon court in the underworld.
If there were no Yin Shang, all the late emperors would lose their foundation and become completely lonely ghosts. Only the ancestor Chengtang could be aloof and somewhat decent.
"Is there any disaster?" Jiang Ziya asked
High Priest Bigan said nothing, just shook his head and said: "We still need a sage. We will talk to you after we meet the king."
It was a matter of Yin Shang secrets. Although Bigan admired Jiang Ziya's talents, he could not judge his position.
If you are not one of your own, the more secrets you know, the greater the crime, and the more you must kill him.
"There is no way to bring about good fortune and misfortune, only people call it upon themselves." Jiang Ziya said meaningfully: "The killings were too heavy and the Yin merchants lost their morals. I am afraid that the heart of heaven will be angry."
The vast universe has a long history. Not only the human race has ancestral gods, three emperors and five emperors, but the ancient Kun beast is not a casual cultivator who has been cultivating for two and a half years. It also has its own heel.
They usually kill for fragrant food, but also use the weak to eat the strong, natural selection, survival of the fittest, and natural elimination. This kind of law of heaven is fooled, and the ancient Kun mythical beast family tolerates it for the sake of the human race's power.
Now we are heading in the direction of annihilation of our species. The rabbit bites people when it is anxious, let alone a strange beast with the blood of Kunpeng.
If it were not a single alien race, then Huanghuang Humanity would naturally be able to crush them with the wheels of history. After all eternity, the world will only remember the victors.
But Jiang Ziya followed the high priest Bigan into the palace. Along the way, he saw the cloud sea pavilion flowing into the high wall, as if he had entered the heaven. The snakes entwined the pillars and the basalt sat on the water eaves. It was sacred and extraordinary. Five steps to the first floor, ten One step into the pavilion; the waist of the corridor is unobtrusive, and the eaves and teeth are high; everyone embraces the terrain and fights with each other.
The palace stretches like a honeycomb, like a swirling water vortex, standing high. There are tens of millions of them. Passing by the star-like waterway, the nine long bridges reflect on the lake. The water is sparkling, like a real dragon diving, but there is no dragon. Power.
Looking up, the bridge is not on the ground, but in the sky. It is colorful and looks like a rainbow. It turns into an overpass and leads to a golden palace.
There are many auspicious clouds in the palace, and you can vaguely see an emperor sitting upright on the vertical arch, the bells and drums are ringing, the auspicious light is lingering, the white jade steps are lined with civil and military officials, the golden furnace is sprayed with sandalwood, and you can see the high-rolling pearls, protected by hundreds of spirits, orchids and musk deer cages with precious fans, Look at him with his pheasant's tail lowered and all the gods paying homage. It is really the heavenly palace on earth and the kingdom of all gods.
Silver candles point towards the sky and the purple road is long, the spring dawn in the forbidden city is pale; thousands of weak willows hang green lines, and hundreds of chirping orioles surround the building. The sound of swords and swords follow the steps of the golden palace, and the clothes and body are filled with the incense of the royal stove; we bathe in the graceful phoenix pond together, and serve the emperor in court.
Emperor Xinzheng and his ministers of civil and military affairs, as well as the gods of hundreds of nations, were speaking out about state affairs. Outside the Meridian Gate, there was a giant spirit priest who was born in Longbo and strode to buy it. He loudly started to play: "Your Majesty, the high priest Bigan recommends sages." , I have confidential matters, so I don’t dare to go to court without authorization, and I will wait for the decision to be made.”
Emperor Xin secretly thought, although Bigan is stubborn, he is also a member of the clan and has always been loyal. He just doesn't like villains and prefers to recommend descendants of gods with deep bloodlines and broad clans.
Although a descendant of a god from an aristocratic family has some abilities, he has to keep his face and is not as easy to use as a villain.
Just as Di Xin was about to refuse, he heard the buzzing voice of Grand Master Wen in his ears.
It turned out that when the ministers saw that the emperor wanted to recruit worthy people, they all put away the memorial. Only Wen Taishi was holding a basket of documents and chattering: "Your Majesty, this is from Qingzhou... Your Majesty, this is from Yuzhou... ...Your Majesty, this is..."
Di Xin had a headache after hearing this, and secretly thought that the old guy had a lot of things to do. If others were so ignorant, they would have been dragged out by him and beaten with golden melons.
But in the face of Grand Master Wen, Di Xin dared to hit Master Wen if he dared to speak out. Those whips were not for nothing.
Others' Tuogu Minister is fake, but Wen Taishi's Tuogu Minister is real.
When Emperor Xin was the King of Shou, it was Grand Master Wen who personally led him into the military camp. He received countless coiling dragon sticks and purple gold whips.
"Today's court meeting is boring. There are all old faces in the temple. Wen Taishi looks even more disgusting. It's really disgusting. It's better to meet new people."
After pondering for a moment, Di Xin had an idea. He took a deep breath, looked at Grand Master Wen, and said with a chuckle: "Grand Master, recruiting talented people is also a state matter. Look..."
Wen Zhong coughed twice and saw Emperor Xin, the dignified Emperor of Yin and Shang, looking groveling. He also knew that he had gone too far, so he immediately stopped and said with cupped hands: "This is the king's sage. I obey the order."
Emperor Xin was overjoyed when he got free time. He passed down the decree and ordered the high priest Bigan to lead people to wait outside the Qilin Hall.
Jiang Ziya entered the Meridian Gate holding an ancient picture in his left hand and a black wooden stick in his right hand, crossed the Kowloon Hong Bridge, arrived at the Qilin Hall, and waited in front of the dripping eaves.
The civil and military ministers also went down to the court and went home. They turned into birds and beasts and dispersed. Only when they heard that the grand master was approaching the overpass, his heart moved and he looked back in the direction of Qilin Hall.
In an instant, their eyes met, and Jiang Ziya saw that the Grand Master was in Chaoge City. The air was quiet, like thunder striking the ground.
"Let me look at a loyal traitor, identify the origin, and trace the origin to see if it is a new person or an old ghost." Master Wen thought for a moment and was about to use his heavenly eyes. Suddenly, a big thick hand was photographed behind him. It turned out to be Huang Feihu, the Wucheng King of Yin Shang Town.
Huang Feihu stood in front of Wen Zhong, blocked his sight, and laughed and said: "Old Master, you have an early morning today, how about you go to my mansion and have a drink. As for other things, I will be busy in the future."
Grand Master Wen smiled at the words, nodded and said, "What King Wu Cheng said is absolutely true."
It would be fine if the person recommended by Bigan is not appreciated by the king. If he is appreciated, he will be an official in the same court in the future, and there will be no shortage of opportunities to see him.
So Wen Taishi let go of his thoughts and was pulled by Huang Feihu to leave the palace.
I could only hear a loud shout coming from afar: "Jiang surnamed Kunlun Sanxian, Taoist Fei Xiong is here to pay my respects!"
Jiang Ziya smiled slightly, strode into the Qilin Hall, bowed his head, and said: "Your Majesty, the poor Taoist Flying Bear has bowed his head."
When Emperor Xin saw Jiang Ziya saluting like this, he felt disgusted in his heart. He praised and worshiped in vain, and entered the court without any intention. Only Wen Taishi had this attitude in the court.
Even Prime Minister Shang Rong would call himself by his real name when meeting the emperor to show respect. How could he use a Taoist name to call himself?
"People outside the country have no kings in their eyes and should really be killed."
Di Xin secretly said something in his heart, but he asked: "Bigan said that Jiang Shang came to pay his respects, why are you a Fei Xiong Taoist?"
"My Qilin Palace is too small to accommodate so many people."
Jiang Ziya chuckled, knowing that deceiving the emperor was a capital crime, but he did not panic, bowed his hands and said: "Since the king does not want flying bears to enter the palace, please allow Jiang Ziya to have an audience."
When the net was opened, it was an old story about Cheng Tang. Emperor Xin was a smart and wise emperor. He immediately thought of this and thought that Jiang Ziya was complimenting him. He immediately smiled and said: "You have the virtue of Cheng Tang, you need to have the courtesy of a monarch and a minister."
Hearing this, Jiang Ziya was neither angry nor annoyed, nodded and said, "Lu Shang is waiting outside the palace."
Taoist Fei Xiong is an immortal, Jiang Ziya is a god, and only Lu Shang is a human being.
Emperor Xin begged for benevolence and was benevolent. Jiang Ziya obeyed his will, turned around and left. He came to the outside of Qilin Hall and knelt down at the steps.
Di Xin nodded with satisfaction and said with a smile: "Who is prostrate below the steps?"
Lu Shang held his head high and said loudly: "I am a small citizen from Xuzhou in the East China Sea. My surname is Jiang Lu and my name is Shang. When I was a child, I visited famous teachers and secretly taught yin and yang. I am good at recognizing monsters. Now I return to the court to sing and serve the country."
Emperor Xin nodded, raised his hand and said, "Since he has the heart to serve the country, he is also a loyal person. He loves the virtuous, so there is no need to be polite. Get up and enter the Qilin Hall to have a conversation."
"Thank you, Your Majesty." Lu Shang stood up and entered, clearly understanding what an emperor Di Xin was.
He is a smart and wise emperor, but he is not a truly polite and virtuous corporal.
This kind of emperor doesn't like his subjects to kneel, nor does he like his subjects to stand, but he likes his subjects to kneel down. He is helping his subjects up, and he says again that they are not allowed to kneel.
In the Qilin Hall, Emperor Xin asked sternly: "High Priest Bigan said that you have the ability to predict the future, and that you can understand that there is a war in the North Sea. Do you have any strategies to offer?"
"No one else." Jiang Ziya bowed his hands and said solemnly: "Imitate Cheng Tang's story, just open a wide circle."
"Another open door."
Di Xin frowned and determined in his heart that Jiang Ziya was just like the high priest Bigan, a pedantic person from an ancient family and a bloodline god clan, who would only blindly follow the ways of the previous kings.
So he asked three questions, and Jiang Ziya gave the same answer three times. They were all stories.
Emperor Xin was greatly disappointed, but due to the recommendation of the high priest Bigan, he did not want to drive him out openly, so he casually said: "Jiang Shang heard that I appointed him an official, and he paid homage to the doctor. He was specially awarded the post of Si Tianjian and served with the court. "
"As ordered." Jiang Ziya bowed, feeling equally disappointed.
If you don't even have the virtue of forming a soup, and you can't even open a net, how can you break it and then stand up again?
With such a layout, I am afraid that there is no blessing to be managed vertically.
In the prehistoric universe, there are so many people, even the leader of Hunyuan cannot do whatever he wants. He needs to learn to put people first and make compromises to achieve his goals.
There is an art to governing from an arch. If you don’t understand this art, then you really have to govern from an arch.
If you understand this art, the highest state of governing from an arch is to conquer the world.
Fair and just, yet satisfying to everyone.
It can be described as Hongjun!
(End of chapter)
