The gray sky, the continuous light rain, and the drizzle, constantly washed away the walls and stone-paved streets of Zhaocheng.
The rain in recent days has cast a layer of gloom over the entire Zhaocheng.
Everyone is waiting for news from Luo Guo Palace. Luo Houhong has been unconscious since three days ago.
Everyone knows that once this happens in the Luo Kingdom's office, they will have to go to the Nine Heavens to see King Su.
Every household in Zhaocheng has prepared white cloth, quietly waiting for the final moment to arrive.
As the bells from Luo Palace rang, it was announced to all Luo people that another king had passed away.
After a while, the entire Zhaocheng fell into the grandeur of chanting the saint.
Luo Zai sat beside the couch and felt very sad, and his concubine Qiao Cheng burst into tears.
Until now, Qiaocheng finally understood the meaning of what his brother told him in the past, "New people will always be sad."
Luo Zai endured his grief and ascended the throne as king.
Then he began to organize the funeral for his father. Although the funeral in Luo Guogong's office was of high standard, it was completely organized according to Zhou etiquette.
But from a practical point of view, it is very simple, and it is almost in line with the Mohist funeral festival standards.
There were no countless precious treasures buried with him, no coffins covered with gold, and no living people buried alive.
The emperor is still the emperor when he goes to the underworld, and the common people are still the common people when they go to the underworld. This is an unchanging law, so the emperor wants people to die and be buried with him.
But Luo was a descendant of King Su when he was alive. When he died, he had to go to the nine heavens to serve King Su. Serving King Su was the highest honor, so naturally he would not pretend to be an outsider.
Especially Luo Wengong and Ji Lingjun. According to legends within the Luo family, King Su named them to be buried with them in their ancestral land.
Therefore, Luo's coffin was always only equipped with a piece of the most flawless jade, and no other items were included.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
The land where mountains and rivers return to ruins has always been the burial place of the kings of the Luo Kingdom.
Continuous mountains and surrounded by rivers are truly a beautiful place.
Countless figures were kneeling on the mountain, and the whole mountain seemed to be silent.
Luo Zai personally covered the last piece of earth for his father. Countless relatives and brave warriors all over the mountains and plains were in tears.
Everyone silently sang the blessing song.
A funeral is never a gloomy and gloomy occasion; it is a time to remember and worship your ancestors.
It is a moment of unity for all who share the same blood.
Luo Zai looked a little haggard. He turned around and wanted to say something, but when he opened his mouth, a mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out.
The strong body suddenly fell down and hit Luo Hong's grave, stirring up a cloud of dust.
"monarch!"
"Master!"
"Brother!"
The people in the Luo Kingdom who were singing were shocked by this sudden change, and everyone rushed towards Luo Zai.
"Boom!"
In a shocking turn of events, the carriage galloped on the road, with thick cushions spread under Luo Zai's body.
On the way to Zhaocheng, there were countless Luo people waiting for the team to bring back the deceased's soul.
But what they didn't expect was the news that after the funeral, the monarch suddenly vomited blood and fell into a coma.
"Could it be?"
Everyone was in disbelief, and a terrifying possibility could not help but arise in their minds.
Some Luo people even fainted directly.
"Plop!"
An old man with white hair knelt directly on the roadside and prayed with tears in his eyes: "King Su, please protect the king."
When the galloping warrior saw him, he immediately got out of the car, quickly helped the old man up, and said: "Old man Wen, you are too old to kneel down and worship."
Old Zhang Wen held the dare warrior's hand tightly and choked with sobs: "Xiao Liu, get on your horse quickly and follow the monarch to Zhaocheng. I will pray for the monarch."
The young dare warrior remounted his horse and galloped away.
…
Zhaocheng, Luo Guo Ancestral Temple.
King Yu's Jiuding was placed here, and there were dedicated sacrificial people in the Luo Kingdom to take care of the Jiuding.
The magic on those tripods shines from time to time.
This day, it started to tremble suddenly, and the trembling became faster and faster.
The legitimate daughters of the royal family who were responsible for offering sacrifices to Wang Ding were horrified. Each of them were rare beauties, but now they all turned pale.
The knowledge of Shinto rituals that they had learned for more than ten years could not alleviate their confusion when they saw such a miraculous thing.
"Bah!"
Then they heard the cry of the phoenix and saw the shadow of the phoenix.
Although no one has ever seen a phoenix.
But everyone was convinced that the clear voice that suddenly appeared in their minds was Phoenix.
That graceful figure is the Phoenix.
Phoenix, a divine bird, is colorful and elegant.
The first text is called virtue, the wing text is called righteousness, the back text is called etiquette, the back text is called benevolence, and the belly text is called faith.
The five colors are prepared and come from the country of the Eastern Gentleman. Seeing them brings peace to the world.
Sixteen hundred years ago, the mysterious bird of destiny descended and gave birth to Shang, and Yin Shang was ordered to do so.
A thousand years ago, Feng Ming Qishan, Bang Zhou was ordered.
As the highest totem of Bangzhou, images of the phoenix are everywhere in the Luo Kingdom.
This magical scene just appeared, and all the Luo family's legitimate daughters knelt on the ground.
They shuddered and sang: "The spirit of King Su is in the sky, and his glory and reputation will last for tens of thousands of years."
The voice of the phoenix continued and became more and more sad.
"The phoenix is wailing?"
Endless fear struck the hearts of these girls, "Bangzhou's fate is actually wailing!"
"Suwang!"
"Suwang!"
In the palace, all the girls urgently called for their ancestors.
In the current situation, they really don't know what they can do.
…
Ji Zhao's transformation reached a critical moment, and a clone without any sense walked out of the chaos. His eyes were silver-white, without a trace of emotion.
His eyes fell, and then there was wind, fire, water and earth, and the world was born from his eyes.
There are endless peach groves of good luck and rolling buildings in the mountains.
Until, the Hall of Valor.
It became more and more magnificent, with endless divine light and countless singing voices.
Ji Zhao's distracted eyes fell on the only two bright-colored people in the Hall of Heroes.
Luo Su and Ji Lingjun.
Luo Su is the first Son of Destiny, and he is collected by the Heroic Spirit Card, an earth-level item.
Born before the Hall of Valor, he is a special descendant who can be reincarnated.
Ji Lingjun is the first daughter of destiny and occupies a special position in history. Her parents are not ordinary people.
The beauty is ageless, psychic, and can sense the existence of Ji Zhao, the ancestor, even in the mortal world.
Ji Zhao was distracted and finally turned his attention to Ji Lingjun.
"Crack!"
The sound of shattering stone statues came from the Hall of Heroes. Ji Lingjun's statue first cracked a few cracks, and then suddenly turned into powder.
Her figure suddenly appeared in front of Ji Zhao's distracted mind.
"嘤~"
A groan sounded like someone just waking up from a long sleep, and Ji Lingjun slowly opened his eyes.
She was a little confused. This was not the right time. Was it necessary for the family to wake her up now?
impossible.
With so many destiny artifacts, there is nothing that Luo cannot handle.
The red dress on her body was not blowing in the wind, her black hair was flying, her skin was as white as snow, and she looked like a 28-year-old girl.
"Ancestor." She smiled with a smile on her face, just like flowers blooming in the bush, and the spring scenery came.
Ji Zhao was distracted and faithfully carried out the decision that Ji Zhao would make subconsciously, and said indifferently: "Lingjun, Bangzhou's destiny is about to pass away, and the Phoenix is moaning endlessly.
She protected Bang Yi for a thousand years, but God abandoned her.
The human world can no longer accommodate her, a creature of destiny. You are the one with destiny, go and bring the phoenix here.
Heaven has long wanted to make Bangzhou’s destiny come true, and He will not stop you.
Go quickly and come back quickly, don't cause Tian's reaction, it's not the right time yet. "
When he heard that Bang Zhou was about to die, even a calm person like Ji Lingjun couldn't help but change his expression slightly.
Then Ji Zhao was distracted and showed her the development process of Luo Family over the years. Ji Lingjun sighed slightly, "That's it.
The final struggle of Bang Zhou's destiny attached to King Yu's Jiuding. "
Her figure leaned backward slightly, the endless sea of clouds dispersed, and her silhouette disappeared.
…
In the palace of the ancestral temple, the girls were panicking when they suddenly smelled a very pleasant aroma. In front of everyone's eyes, a slim figure in a red dress appeared. Her beautiful appearance made the girls in the palace excited. Overshadowed.
She stood there, the center of all beauty.
"Ancestor!"
Although they have never seen the woman in front of them, all the girls are so happy that their hearts fall to their knees.
The shadow of the phoenix on King Yu's Jiuding suddenly brightened up, and the mournful cry suddenly became cheerful.
Ji Lingjun walked to King Yu's Nine Cauldron, pointed his slender white fingers on the cauldron, and the colorful phoenix turned into divine light and entered Ji Lingjun's body.
The phoenix shadow on King Yu's Jiuding completely dimmed.
Ji Lingjun understood that this time Bangzhou's destiny was really going to be lost, and her figure disappeared into the palace.
As the Phoenix was taken away, Luo Zai, who was in a coma, woke up and turned around.
Luo Ren, who had been keeping his heart in mind, burst into cheers.
"Master, how are you feeling? Is there anything you feel uncomfortable about?"
Luo Zai did not answer them, but said directly: "Take me to the ancestral temple. I want to see King Yu's Nine Cauldrons."
The crowd murmured in unison, and when they arrived at Jiuding, they saw a group of official girls surrounding them.
These girls are basically Luo Zai's daughters and nieces.
"Father."
"uncle."
Luo Zai immediately asked: "Did something happen to King Yu's Jiuding?"
All the girls were shocked when they heard this, wondering why Luo Zai knew about it.
Luo Zai's daughter said directly: "Father, just now there was a phoenix wailing on King Yu's Jiuding, and then ancestor Lingjun appeared, and the sound of the phoenix disappeared."
Hearing this, Luo Zai murmured: "It turns out that the call from Ancestor Lingjun in the dream was that Jiuding's destiny was lost, so I vomited blood.
It was you who temporarily revived me and settled my affairs.
Zai understands. "
Luo Zai couldn't help but laugh, laughing very freely, even though he knew he was going to die.
But death does not mean the end.
——
The mysterious bird of destiny descends and gives birth to Shang. Shang Zhou did not offer sacrifices, and the black birds fell into the wild.
The phoenix sings in Qishan, and the state prospers. The phoenix fell to Zhaoyi, and the state of Zhou Dynasty was destroyed.
The black dragon emerges from the water, and Qin Zuo flourishes. The cycle of heaven and earth is like this. ——"Chronicles of the Countries of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty"
The extraordinary setting of this book is gradually becoming clearer, and another foreshadowing is revealed, hahaha
I will have a physical exam tomorrow morning and have a rest in the afternoon. I can add more chapters tomorrow, maybe a single chapter or a big chapter, it depends on the situation.
(End of chapter)
