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The monk was so frightened that he sat in the boat and kept chanting sutras to comfort himself. He finally ended the swaying journey and reached the beach on the other side. The monk almost landed on the shore with trembling legs and was very seasick.
"Many... many thanks to the donor..."
"You're welcome, nice to meet you."
After saying that, he didn't care about the monk's thanksgiving and directly used the sculls to control the boat to retreat and leave the river beach. He turned the boat's bow and headed straight downstream. The boat quickly disappeared into the sky.
The monk, who gradually recovered, always felt that something was wrong but couldn't figure it out.
After a long while, he shook his head and continued on his way.
After a month of traveling along the river, the water gradually slowed down.
In my spare time, I simply put away the oars and lay on the boat with my legs crossed to play flute music. Occasionally, I controlled the water to steer the boat down the current, driving absolutely automatically, and played leisurely while wearing a straw hat.
Bai Yu felt good about himself and thought of a word to describe himself.
A heart-breaking song, where can I find a close friend in the world?
Zhiyin really doesn’t need it, I just think it’s more domineering to describe it like this. I’m going all the way down the river and I’m about to reach the south of the Yangtze River. Fortunately, I’m far away from Junshan, the Demon Subduing Sect. I’ll be careful to see if there’s anything interesting. I can escape the suppression and be free. Of course, you have to travel around to see how things have changed over the past two hundred years.
What I heard most along the waterway was about Western religion.
There are many similar legends about a golden Buddha appearing in a certain place and then building a temple there, or about a certain eminent monk transforming into a demon and taking it as a mount.
Bai Yu felt that these were very similar to the intrigues in the court, and they were also taking advantage of the situation.
Occasionally, you will encounter temples along the river.
From a distance, I can feel the existence of an energy field in the temple that makes the monsters dislike it. I almost instinctively want to stay away. That energy field is different from the formations set up by ordinary monks. It is a kind of rejection from the heart. , and even once a temple was built on a cliff by the river, forcing Bai Yu to carry a wooden boat over the mountains and ridges to take a detour.
One day, I traveled to a county town by the river.
Bai Yu, who entered the city wearing a straw hat, saw many people gathering in front of the notice board at the city gate.
Out of curiosity, he used magic to squeeze to the front without leaving any trace, and frowned slightly when he saw the abbreviation on the notice. It was an imperial list, announcing to the world that Western Buddhism was listed as the state religion.
Sure enough, the imperial court still likes various organizations that are conducive to governance.
After reading, turn around and leave.
Human beings can toss as much as they like, as hard as they can, as long as they don't disturb the snake's head.
It's already winter in the north, and Bai Yu is very lucky to have come to the south to escape the cold, and to catch up with the ripe season of various delicacies to satisfy his taste buds.
Unexpectedly, I stayed here in Jiangnan for only a few days and left in a hurry.
Without him, there are temples everywhere in the south of the Yangtze River. There are small temples in the county and big temples in the county. You can hear the sound of bells everywhere and there are monks everywhere. Bai Yu doesn't understand why these people are everywhere without paying taxes or food.
With no other choice, I had to turn to the southwest. There are Shiwanda Mountains and the Jiuli tribe in the southwest. Those simple Jiuli will not accept any gods except their own. Anyone who goes will be kicked out. As for the people in Shiwandashan Monsters are even less likely to believe in religion. It is simply a pure land.
As a result, a certain snake was forced by the ubiquitous temple to change its route to the southwest.
The mountain road in the southwest is dangerous and the water is fast. Bai Yu sells the wooden boat, carries the book box on his back, wears a straw hat and travels through wind and rain...
Yes, snakes and insects are extremely dangerous in the southwest, and venomous snakes and insects can be found everywhere, but what does it matter? When I came here, I felt like a beast in the mountains and like a fish in water.
After maiming and killing countless strongmen who blocked the way, he set foot in the southwest and passed through several small countries.
Wandering away from the border of Tang Dynasty and entering the boundary of Jiuli.
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Jiuli.
According to legend, the ancestor of Jiuli was Chi You. In ancient times, it was divided into nine tribes. Each tribe had nine clans. They believed in witchcraft. Both men and women were good at fighting and fearless. Legend has it that in ancient times, under the leadership of the great leader Chi You, he fought against the Yellow Emperor's army. After the defeat, They moved all the way south and settled in the Southern Wilderness. They took root and thrived in this place with high mountains and dangerous roads, where snakes and insects were infested.
Almost every emperor in every dynasty has considered defeating Jiuli, opening up new territories and expanding the territory to become the emperor of the ages. However, the climate is not suitable for him and both men and women of Jiuli are unable to advance.
The Southern Wilderness is different from the Central Plains. It is difficult for everything in the Central Plains to take root in the Southern Wilderness. Even the cultivation system is different.
It can be said that there are no temples at all in this place, only mysterious gods. There are many totems of unknown identities in the center of the tribal villages.
Bai Yu feels that he should do as the Romans do...
After meeting a Jiuli woman who was going out alone, I knocked her unconscious with a stick and dragged her into the grass. Don’t get me wrong, I just borrowed some silver jewelry bracelets from her. I don’t know why people here like to wear silver jewelry. Snake scales can I conjured up clothes but there were no hanging accessories. Since I didn’t have them but someone else had them and I really needed them, I had no choice but to grab them.
Jiuli's costumes are still very beautiful.
Mainly made of green fabric, the round-neck full-breasted short coat is embroidered with various birds, animals and flowers. The sleeves are large and short, with the forearms exposed, the collar and cuffs are piped, the pleated skirt only reaches the knees, and the embroidered cloth shoes are as long as Cyan socks on the knees, and a headdress to style her hair.
Except for the patterns embroidered on the surface of the clothes, they are all silver ornaments. There are several hanging on the top of the head, several bracelets on the wrists, and several hanging on the chest, which make a jingling sound when walking.
While Bai Yu was posing back and forth against the water, a small tribe belonging to Jiuli Baibu on the other side of the mountain was under attack...
The tribal village is built on a mountainside surrounded by cliffs on three sides. There are several wells in the village, and the number of people in the village is about a thousand. According to common sense, as long as the gate of the village is guarded, the village will have nothing to worry about. The premise is that the wall can be guarded. Above, if the wall is breached, the village with cliffs on three sides will become desperate.
At this time, the wall of the village was breached and everyone in the village was killed.
The costumes of the attackers are mainly black, while the costumes of the defeated defenders have special white patterns.
This situation is very common in the Southern Wilderness. Jiuli currently only has two ethnic groups, the Black tribe and the Bai tribe. They govern countless small tribes and have been attacking each other for countless years. Even if they are both Jiuli, they are still unwilling to face the aggressive offensive from the Central Plains. Forget about internal fighting. Countless years of internal fighting consume too much strength. Otherwise, you can go out to the Southern Wasteland and fight a few times in the Central Plains, and you would only dare to live outside the Hundred Thousand Mountains.
The Southern Wilderness environment is more primitive and values strength. Strong tribes bully small tribes at will. The black and white tribes even attack each other's small tribes to steal food and people.
Both the Black and White tribes have countless large and small tribes scattered throughout the country, and these large and small tribes conquer and attack each other.
A tribe from the Kurobe tribe broke through the wall of the small tribe from the White tribe and continued to attack inside, killing countless men. The women and children were kidnapped, tied up, and prepared to be taken back to the tribe as slaves.
The two sides scolded each other in Jiuli language.
Baibu retreated again and again, and most of the people gathered in the village square where the altar was.
Some people in the crowd communicated in Jiuli language.
"Priest! Too many people died in the village... The tribe can't hold it anymore!"
The old priest looked into the distance and screamed and sighed.
"Use the holy weapon, otherwise we will all die."
The dark-skinned strong man was stunned when he heard this.
"You mean that..."
"That's right."
"But there are no monsters nearby..."
The old priest looked helpless.
"I can only pray to the ancestor of the Witch God for his blessing. There is only one sacred weapon left. If you use it, you will save time when other tribes come to cause trouble in the future. I also ask the clan leader to stop the attack of the evil Black tribe to buy me time."
"Old priest, is there no other way?" The strong man looked at the thing in the old priest's hand and sighed.
The old man shook his head.
"For now, we can only hope that the Witch Ancestor will not abandon us."
After saying that, the old priest walked up to the altar...
The brawny patriarch gritted his teeth and roared.
"Protect the priest!"
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