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Zhong Zangchan had vaguely guessed the answer at first, but after being confirmed by Shui Jing Shenzun, she knew it better, and then asked, "What are those two stone carvings?"

Shui Jing Shenzun turned to look at her and Zhong Zangyan and said, "Hong Luan, have you heard of it?"

Zhong Zangchan and Zhong Zangyan looked at each other and shook their heads.

Shuijing Shenzun explained: "It is a legendary fierce bird, and Qi Kingdom regards it as its ancestor."

Legend has it that Hong Luan is a bird that guides floods, and its appearance often indicates that floods are coming and floods will cause disasters.

The people of Qi State believed that the flood represented a huge force capable of changing everything in the world, so they believed that what Hong Luan brought was not a disaster, but a divine power.

In the country of Qi, there is one person who has a more stable position than the lord, and that is the legendary Dawu Ya who can summon the fierce bird Hong Luan.

At this time, the person in the middle of the altar wearing the sparrow feather robe is the great Wu Ya of the Qi Kingdom.

Zhong Zangchan listened to Shui Jing Shenzun's answer, and when he looked at the altar, he always felt very gloomy. He frowned and said, "Worshiping fierce birds as ancestors and flood disasters as divine power, what people in Qi country believe in is a cult, right?"

"Does this sound like a cult to you?" Ulanda raised his eyebrows, then nodded and said, "Then you have to be prepared, there will be more evil in a while."

Zhong Zangchan looked at him strangely, and was about to ask him to explain, but suddenly found that the eyes of several people were firmly fixed on the altar.

She hurriedly turned her head to look, and saw that the big Wuya in the middle of the altar was kneeling on the ground at this moment, and his kneeling completely exposed the scene that was covered when he was standing up.

Is that a... crock?

Zhong Zangchan took a closer look, and almost screamed when he saw it, and saw that there was a human head on the top of the half-person-high earthen pot!

"What is that!?" Zhong Zangchan exclaimed in shock.

"Look, I told you to get ready?" Ulanda turned to look at her and said, "There is a person in that jar."

"Who? A corpse? Why was it put in a jar?" Zhong Zangchan asked repeatedly.

"A living person." Xie Wuyi looked at the crock coldly, his eyes filled with chill.

"And..." Ulanda approached and added in a low voice, "He is the eldest son of Emperor Qi."

"What!?" Zhong Zangchan's mind exploded, and he even suspected that he had heard it wrong.

The eldest son of Emperor Qi?was put in a jar! ?

Ulanda's expression was no longer as relaxed as before, and he said with a bit of dignity: "This kind of sacrifice is also part of the Qi Kingdom's belief."

The reason why Hong Luan is called a fierce bird is not only because it symbolizes floods, but also because it has a creepy and cruel habit.

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According to the legend of Qi State, the power of Hong Luan to cause the flood comes from a kind of sacred tree—Poluo.

The flowers and leaves of the Poluo Godwood can provide Hongluan with disaster power, but they cannot be eaten directly, but the flesh and blood of Hongluan's chicks should be used as a guide.

After the male and female pairs give birth to the first chick, they will feed it with flowers and leaves of the godwood every day. When the time is right, the male and female birds will share the food with the chick to gain the power to divert the flood.

The Qi Kingdom regarded Hong Luan as their ancestor, and thus inherited this cruel habit.They firmly believe that with the blood of their eldest son as an intermediary, the potency of herbs can be multiplied, thereby prolonging life and obtaining divine powers.

In other countries, the eldest son of the emperor has always been the most honorable candidate for the heir apparent, but in Qi country, this status is tantamount to a disaster.

There has never been a situation in which the eldest son succeeded to the throne in the past dynasties of the Qi Kingdom, precisely because the eldest son of each generation of emperors has become a victim of this cruel custom.

They have been kept in earthen pots since birth, fed with precious herbs and soaked in medicinal soup.In order to maximize the efficacy of the medicine, the earthen pots containing them will not be replaced as they grow up. The narrow earthen pots forcibly restrict their growth, causing their bodies to gradually deform.

This kind of torture lasted for 15 years, until the eve of the day when the eldest son of the emperor tied his hair, the Dawu Yahui opened an altar to try to tell Hong Luan, and then performed a bloodletting ceremony at sunrise the next day, taking all the blood of the eldest son of the emperor, and entrusting it to the emperor. There are two altars, one is dedicated to the ancestor Hong Luan, and the other is reserved for the queen of the country.

Tonight is the eve of the emperor's eldest son's 15th birthday, the big Wu Ya on the altar is paying homage to Hong Luan, and when the sun rises tomorrow, the emperor's eldest son will die.

"Aren't they afraid of lightning strikes from the sky!?" Zhong Zangchan clenched his fists angrily, and looked at the gloomy altar through gritted teeth, "That's my own flesh and blood! Tiger poison doesn't even eat its offspring! They...they really It's not as good as a beast!"

Zhong Zangyan was not as excited as his younger sister, but he frowned tightly and murmured: "How could they bear it..."

Ulanda sighed and said: "This custom has continued since the ancestors of the Qi Kingdom. In their consciousness, the 'eldest son' may no longer represent a 'child', but another meaning. Moreover, Da Wuya also There will be no chance to cultivate the relationship between the royal couple and the eldest son of the emperor, every generation of the eldest son of the emperor will be taken away by Da Wuya, and will be separated from his parents from then on, and he will never see him again until death."

Zhong Zangchan was not persuaded by this explanation, and still said angrily: "Then the master and his wife are both dead? Let Da Wuya make trouble, can't we stop it?"

Ulanda shook his head and said, "You still don't understand that Dawuya is a symbol of God in Qi Country. It is not only the king who obeys Dawuya, but also all the people of Qiguo. If you walk in the sky, you will be executed, even the king is no exception."

"What about the eldest son of the emperor himself?" Zhong Zangchan said unrelentingly, "He can also accept this kind of fate? It's just that he was powerless when he was young, and he won't resist when he grows up?"

Ulanda sighed again: "The eldest son of the emperor has been in an earthen jar since he was born. He has no strength to restrain a chicken, and no one can teach him to speak. He is no different from livestock...in fact, there is no difference. You don’t necessarily know that you are actually a human being even if you die.”

Zhong Zangchan was silent. She couldn't believe that there would be such cold-blooded parents, such heinous customs, and such ignorant people in this world.

"So," God Venerable Shui Jing said suddenly, "You princes should be lucky that you were not born in Qi Country."

As soon as this remark came out, Shi Jiu turned his head to look at Zhi Wuyi, and Xie Wuyi looked at Shui Jing Shenzun, with a slightly strange expression on his face.

Ulanda didn't notice this, she shrank her neck and nodded again and again: "Tsk, that's right, now that I think about it, the years when I was imprisoned by Tukebaan were just like playing."

When he said this, Zhong Zangchan couldn't help thinking about it. She and her brother were sent to Daluan as hostages. The eldest son of Emperor Qiqi...

Zhong Zangchan swallowed her saliva, she had to admit that the way of living in a jar was beyond her imagination.

She stared at Da Wuya on the altar with hatred, wishing she could kill him directly with a cold arrow to relieve her anger. Thinking about it, she said viciously: "Now I really hope that Da Luan will find here immediately and kill them!"

"Tut tsk tsk," Ulanda teased, slanting her shoulders as if she wanted to stay away from her, "the most poisonous woman's heart!"

Zhong Zangchan gave him a blank look, and then she lacked confidence, curled her lips and muttered: "I mean... just kill Da Wuya, not all of them."

"Well," Shui Jing Shenzun suddenly nodded and chuckled, "Then it will be as you wish."

As he spoke, he took out a thick booklet from his pocket and flipped through it to the end. Zhong Zangchan vaguely saw a few words on that page.

Shui Jing Shenzun tore off the page of paper and folded it into a small roll, grabbed the white hair on Xie Wuyi's shoulder, tied the roll to the white hair's leg, patted its head and said, "Go."

Baimao's temper is not very good, but he always obeys Shui Jing Shenzun's reconciliation with Xie Wuyi, and when the Godzun tells him to go, it really goes, turning around and flying towards the way they came from.

"Where is it going?" Zhong Zangchan asked looking at Baimao's back.

Shui Jing Shenzun said as a matter of course: "Go and lead the way for Da Luan."

"Bring it here?" Zhong Zangchan asked in surprise, "Have you thought about doing this for a long time?"

The words on the booklet were obviously not written just now, and sending the letter to Daluan with white hair at this time does not seem to be a temporary intention of the god, but a long-awaited plan.

Before Shuijing Shenzun could answer, Zhong Zangchan asked again: "But will Da Luan believe it? A bird appeared to deliver a letter out of nowhere, wouldn't they suspect fraud?"

"Are you stupid?" Ulanda sneered, "Da Luan saw this dubious, and must have sent a small group of people to test it out. What we want is this little disturbance. Da Luan really wants the whole army At this point, how can we take advantage of it?"

Zhong Zangchan half understood: "Then when they arrive, what then? What shall we do?"

Ulanda smiled and took two steps forward, knelt down on the edge of the cliff, pointed to a mess of vines and wooden boards on the ground and said: "Then we will take advantage of the chaos and move the earthen pot up."

Zhong Zangchan walked up to Ulanda with a face full of disbelief, only to find that the ground in front of him was four arm-thick vines, and a thick square board made of wooden blocks was fixed at the end.

Those vines were not weaved, but the vines that grew by themselves in the forest on the cliff.

Zhong Zangchan looked at the left and right cliffs, and saw that there were countless thick vines hanging from the top of the cliff around the depression, surrounding the entire depression like a waterfall, covering the cliff tightly.

Zhong Zangchan was dubious: "This... can it be done?"

Ulanda smiled confidently: "Is it okay, you will know soon?"

The few people didn't say any more, quietly waiting for the so-called opportunity on the mountain wall.

Seeing the moon in the night sky move a little bit in the clouds, the big Wuya on the altar seemed to have finished the practice, and walked down the altar slowly.

However, the circle after circle of people on the steps beside the altar did not retreat, their eyes were tightly locked on the earthen jar, as if they wanted to keep it firmly in their field of vision.

Quiet, very quiet.

Except for the chirping of insects, there was no other sound in the night. Zhong Zangchan couldn't help but yawned, feeling drowsy, her eyes were still fixed on the altar, but her eyes had already begun to slacken.

Suddenly, an eagle's cry pierced the sky.