The chorus of songs drowned out the sound of the rushing water. There was no war or sadness in the songs, only the yearning for a better life. The people of the Zhou tribe were singing a song left by the ancient emperor. It was the "Jiu Yuan" that Yuzai asked everyone to sing when the Luoshui Dam was completed.
When the mountains and rivers were opened up, and when the voice of the human race resounded throughout the sky, everything began to renew. The singing voice came with a lot of pride and pride that made Xuan Houdu's heart throb.
A person who has obtained the Great Dao will not be shaken by external things. He will come out when the world needs him, and he will go into hiding when the world does not need him. Although the water flow changes countless times in a day, no matter how ferocious the flood is, it is not enough to shake him.
"When I was a child, the climate between heaven and earth was not so warm. In winter, you can see overwhelming heavy snow. Cattle and sheep died in this harsh wrath of heaven and earth, followed by moving ice water and ice. The water gradually turned into a flood, so the tribe continued to migrate around the Yushan Mountain for a long time..."
"The king of Xihuang is actually nothing more than that. We are afraid of many people. The three tribes of Kunlun covet the throne of Xihuang and sometimes launch wars against us. When they can defeat us, they come to plunder. When they can't defeat us, they come to plunder. Just run away from afar to show your surrender. The little dragon in the quicksand lurks day and night, and the wolf on the grassland licks its wounds. God will not save us. We have to bear the pain and difficulties by ourselves."
"My mother told me when I was little that the dead would return to the stars, but when I looked up at the stars, all I could see was a cold and unfamiliar glimmer."
"I like to see the sun, in the winter wilderness, when the big moon disappears, when the sun rises in the east, trying to poke its head out from the deep cracks in the valley... As soon as it raises its head, the warm power spreads all over the earth. With the mountains.”
"In the wilderness, there is a matter of worshiping the sun god. When welcoming the sun god, one has to kill three cows to receive him respectfully. When sending the sun god away, three cows have to be slaughtered and sent out respectfully. "
"This is what a meaningless sacrificial act is. In fact, without the sacrifice of cattle, the sun and moon will rise in the east and set in the west as usual."
Marquis Xuan rarely speaks so many words, because she has a problem with her voice, and now her tone is excessively hoarse.
She pinched her throat and continued: "Kuafu chased the sun and finally moved to the west of Jishi Mountain. They still didn't see where the sun set. Instead, they started to sacrifice to it because they were afraid of the sun..."
"How could this be? How can one blindly admire the power of heaven and yearn for it, compared with controlling it as a livestock! The real sun has its own trajectory, right?"
"Those things pretending to be the sun are just gods and strange beasts, so without them, we can actually live better! In the past, the emperor ordered Dayi to shoot the sun, and nine of the suns in the sky were shot down, but they were nothing It’s just nine golden crows..."
Marquis Xuan panted and sat down tiredly.
"Do you think totems will die?"
Yuzai thought for a moment and said to her: "It should happen, but it will not really disappear, because although people will have more lofty spiritual sustenance as their lives improve, the existence of totems The real meaning is its humanistic spirit, not the gods residing in it."
"The ancients worshiped totems, first of all because of blood ties. Only relatives will have the same totem. If we speak the same language, use the same symbols, and worship the same totems, then our ancestors are also the same. .”
"Tribes that worship bears want the power of bears, tribes that worship tigers want the courage of tigers, tribes that worship fish want fertile fishing and hunting grounds, tribes that worship sticks and axes like war and plunder."
"This is the most original and fundamental spirit. All behaviors, sacrifices, divination, songs, sculptures, characters, languages, and pictures that extend from these spirits belong to their unique culture."
"But these humanistic spirits are also given by people. First of all, there must be a person."
Marquis Xuan was very curious about what he heard and listened intently. Yuzai continued: "It's like divination. If the spirit in the totem doesn't know the answer, then you can pray to God. But will God really respond? , of course it’s all a lie.”
"Wizards [Bayi Chinese Network] all know that it is a lie, and the same goes for the annual agricultural divination. In fact, when the Yang Qi accumulates enough and the earth Qi begins to move, the house star will appear in the southern sky in the middle of the morning, and the sun and moon will appear in the camp, then the land can be cultivated.”
When Yu Zai said this, Marquis Xuan also started to laugh.
That's right, the three stars of heaven, earth, sky and one will not respond to the world. They are just ruthless "rotating machines".
There is neither emotion nor an oracle, nor a Caesar.
But it is rather mysterious to be able to communicate with Qi Masters and give them strength, but Yu Zai doesn't want to think too much about this issue.
Just skip it.
Yu Zai looked at the sky and said to Marquis Xuan, "It's going to rain."
The latter was surprised. She looked at the sky again, and the weather still looked very good, and Yu Zai said: "At the turn of spring and summer, before the showers arrive, there are no clouds in the sky, and the temperature has risen. ”
Showers, not thunderstorms.
Marquis Xuan didn't believe it, but he still followed Sun Zai. Soon, people on the land were all wearing raincoats. Not long after, it suddenly started to rain in the sky.
Yuzai pointed into the distance:
"This is a shower. Rainmakers call it a shower. It comes in short bursts and leaves in a hurry. It's because strong winds blow the rain over in a distant place."
"The changes in the weather are magical, right? Maybe this rain cloud is coming from your hometown."
Marquis Xuan marveled at the arrival of the rain. There was a haze of water vapor between the sky and the earth. The heavy rain lasted for a short time and soon dissipated. The light in the sky appeared again, and the brilliance of the sun fell on the green rice seedlings in the world.
"People cannot control the sky like an animal, nor can they pray to heaven in vain, but they can summarize some rules from the changes in the sky, use these rules to live a better life, and act in accordance with the weather."
"When you were in the construction team before, you saw some people writing something... Those things are records of changes in the celestial phenomena and the progress of the construction project. They are recorded for repeated viewing and left for The experience of future generations.”
Yu Zai's tone became serious and solemn, and he said to Marquis Xuan: "It is something that must be left to future generations. If these things are summarized and edited, accumulated and organized, they will become history books. Let future generations know what we have done." What you get, what you get, and what you leave behind.”
"Because we are living for our predecessors, for future generations, and even more for ourselves, we feel very tired and miserable. If you give up everything and hide and live, you can still live well, so silently Come anonymously and die anonymously.”
