Jia Mo

Little Yueya joined the other noble children who were selected as the gods and witches, and followed the master of the temple to practice the six arts and six virtues and the secrets of Wuluo.Because of Bailu's divine language, no one doubted Little Yueya's identity, and everyone believed without reason that he was from a noble family, even though this guy couldn't even recognize Jin Cuoshu.

The temple in a foreign land, in the ninth month of Shiwei, Bashan often rains at night and is desolate.One month passed, two months passed, and Bailu still didn't come to see him.Holding the bamboo slips, he sat under the statue of the White Deer and studied hard. The homework of the witch was heavy, and he was struggling to memorize, forgetting a little bit, and gradually couldn't help crying, "Little Crescent Moon can't...it's too difficult... "Heaven's dimension is clear, and my deer is descending. Respect him, and the blessings are boundless..." Great God Bailu, it's too difficult..." He wiped his tears while reciting the sacrificial song with difficulty.

The white deer still didn't show up. Little Yueya brought bamboo slips and scriptures every night, and sat under the statue to recite them.Later, he brought a bone flute to practice the gala music taught by Le Wu.At the beginning it was so hoarse and ugly, Qi Yin and Bai Lu covered their ears together, wishing they could bury their heads in the ground.Little by little, Qi Yin gradually heard that the ballad that was left in the night wind in Bashan and hummed to him by Fu Lan took shape in Little Crescent Moon's flute.

Ten years old, 12 years old, 15 years old..., spring, summer, autumn and winter, wind, frost, rain and snow pass by outside the temple, and little crescent moon grows up year by year. Time to cry.The vast scriptures made him gentle, and the honest etiquette and music made him quiet. He swept every corner of the temple and touched the cracks of every tile in the temple.He became the Lizheng of the temple, and then the Da Sikong who was in charge of the Sifang Water Division.Qi Yin saw that this young man playing the flute alone in the temple looked more and more like the Wu Yuli he remembered.

He still played the flute under the statue of the god day after day, butterflies fluttered out of him, fine fluorescent lights fell on the temple, and the sound of his flute was like snow.

Qi Yin crossed his arms and asked, "Why don't you go see him?"

Bailu raised his neck and sighed, "I realized at that time that maybe Fuxi was right. Mortal spirits have life and death, and their lifespan is much shorter than ours. Fuxi forbids the gods to associate with mortal spirits because he is afraid that the gods will fall in love , interfering with yin and yang. If mortal beings live and die according to my will, sooner or later there will be chaos."

"Can you really bear it?" Qi Yin squinted at him.

"..." The white deer raised its chin towards the statue.

It was only then that Qi Yin realized that the White Deer at that time was lying on the back of the statue with its body hidden.On a quiet night, the young gods hid above the statues, and the witches knelt and sat under the statues with their eyes closed. The sound of the flute flew into the vast night.

After the song was over, Wu Yuli pressed the flute and raised his eyes to stare at the burly statue.At that time, his eyes were not yet blind, he had the most beautiful eyes in the world, the light in his eyes was soft, like the waves of autumn water.

"God, I'm going to fulfill the vow I made back then, will you bless me?"

In the spring drought that year, countless lives were displaced, many tribes migrated from their hometowns, and many tribes disappeared in natural disasters.Wu Yuli began to admonish in court discussions, "God is selfless, only virtue is the auxiliary. Yu Li's invitation card, suppressing witchcraft, strict education, and virtuous government. Virtue is everywhere, benefiting all people, and God should not be angry."

He knew very well that all the witches and witches were from noble backgrounds, and it was absolutely impossible for him to speak for the slaves. Therefore, he set up a high standard of "virtuous government" and punished the violent witches and tribal leaders in the name of God. backward.He gradually reduced the number of sacrificial sacrifices due to the sharp decline in the number of people living in southern Xinjiang and the deserted fields.At the same time, the "Order to Open Fields" was promulgated to encourage slaves to reclaim wasteland. The newly reclaimed fields no longer belonged to princes and nobles.In this way, the temple is profitable, and it has won the support of many witches.

However, the tribe has a countermeasure after all. The private land belongs to the slaves, so they let the slaves bury their heads in the public land all day long, and have no time to cultivate the newly reclaimed private land.The severe drought has not eased, and the witches whispered that only by increasing the scale of sacrifices can the anger of the White Deer God be appeased.Wu Yuli forgot to sleep and eat, and revised the government order.Qi Yin saw that the lights in his palace were burning day and night, and the shadow of him leaning over the table was reflected on the window lattice, like a frozen picture.

"He hasn't closed his eyes for three days." Qi Yin leaned on the window sill to watch.

Bailu was beside him, and said: "My great witch has always been like this. He is desperate to do his work. You see him destroying the world with demon moths. I guarantee that he has never slept all night."

One person and one god, one tall and one short, the two guys sighed together.

The drought lasted for three years, and three years later, the disease raged.Wu Yuli went down to Bashan and led the gods and witches to treat the affected people.Plague is blazing and coming menacingly.They often close their doors and die, or even lose their families.The nobles and slaves, and even the gods and witches of Bashan, were finally equal in front of Da Biao.It is useless even to sacrifice, and even if one wanted to sacrifice, one could not find a healthy sacrifice.Wu Yuli found a kind of Gu worm, implanted it in the back of the neck, and the Gu worm would travel all over the body, which could cure the disease.However, Gu insects are fierce and like to eat flesh and blood, so they need to be domesticated.

"Master Ah Li, why don't you find slaves to test Gu? Anyway, they won't live long." Someone persuaded.

Wu Yuli just shook his head silently, he built a cave and retreated to refine Gu.After seven days, when he came out again, he was haggard and pale.The sharp-eyed person noticed that there was a scar on the back of his neck, and everyone immediately understood that he tried Gu on himself.

The witches said with red eyes: "Master Ah Li, why are you here?"

The dim light of the fire illuminated half of Wu Yuli's face, outlining his warm outline.He took out a round lacquer box, opened it, and a colorful moth nestled between his fingers.

"This is the child Gu, the mother Gu is in my body. I call it Fei Lian, and I hope it will bring God's grace to save our people." Wu Yuli smiled, "Look, God has not given up on us. "

Bai Lu explained to Qi Yin that the mother of Gu is connected to each other.Wu Yuli planted the mother Gu in his body, and distributed the child Gu to thousands of people and witches who were infected with the plague.From then on, their lives are connected with Wu Yuli, they live when Wu Yuli lives, and they die when Wu Yuli dies.Such an arrangement can not be called appropriate, but it is also a helpless move for Da Pang at present.The god witch cultivated a large number of Feilian God Gu, and countless people survived.

Qi Yin had mixed feelings in his heart. At this time, Wu Zhu would not have thought, even Wu Yuli himself would not have thought that thousands of years later, it was this Feilian God Gu that saved the people and slaughtered their descendants.

This plague gave Wu Yuli unprecedented prestige. Wu Heng was old, and he had the idea of ​​taking care of him.So the plague died out, Wu Heng summoned a group of witches, and passed the witch knife to Wu Yuli's hands. "From now on, under the Great God of White Deer, you are the only one. You will pray to the gods and listen to the will of heaven. You will serve the gods and protect the southern border." Wu Heng's voice was like thunder, "You are the great witch of southern border, Wu Yuli."

"Yu Li, I will die forever." Wu Yuli bowed his forehead.

In front of them, above the statue of the White Deer, the invisible god silently looked down at the young great witch.

That year, Wu Yuli was 21 years old. From the Central Plains to the southern Xinjiang, from the ancient times when all things were born to the hiding of the great gods, no great witch was younger than him.He was finally able to serve as the chief priest in the great sacrifice, and finally he was able to pick up the tortoise shell for divination from the hot ashes with his own hands, and announce the will of the gods to millions of people.

So, at the end of the year, on the night of the full moon, there was a big festival in the suburbs of the Bashan Temple, and the leaders of the tribes in the southern border gathered in Bashan.All the mortals bowed down under the high platform, and on the high platform, a blazing bonfire was burning, and the soaring flame seemed to be able to lick the sky.Wu Yuli wore a golden deer mask and held a dark blue tortoise shell. He climbed up the steps step by step, and put the tortoise shell into the bonfire.

The full moon hangs in the middle of the sky, and the bonfire illuminates Wu Yuli's magnificent golden face.He knelt slowly, bowed to the moon, and said loudly: "Yu Li prayed to my god, the world is full of people, there are wild bushes, gods, witches, nobles, slaves and people, is there any difference? Sacrifice and sacrifice, is God happy? Flesh and blood Will the gods be sad when the land is wiped out? Yu Li wants to unite the people of the world and divide the land of the world, will the gods allow it!"

All the monsters and mortals below were shocked, even Qi Yin was shocked.It turned out that Wu Yuli worked hard to climb up to the position of great witch, just to wait for today.He wants to use tortoise divination to change the old method.But this is tantamount to fighting against thousands of people with one person.He is making a big bet, and the bet is not only his bright future, but also his life.

Wu Heng beat the ground with his staff, and said angrily: "Wu Yuli, do you know what you are doing? You are born with all peoples and have their own order. How do you have the courage to speculate on God's will?"

"Master Ah Li is crazy!" The wizards whispered one after another, "Have you lost your mind?"

"Yu Li doesn't dare to guess God's will." Wu Yuli knelt in front of the bonfire, motionless, "Father, the first lecture on the first day of the witch's homework, the fortune teller asks the ominous, the horizontal pattern means auspicious, the vertical pattern means evil, Is it Yefeiye?"

"This is natural!" Wu Heng said, "This is the simplest truth, even the little slave knows it."

"Then," Wu Yuli smiled faintly, "Let's see what the gods mean. If the gods say no, say no, say no, then Yu Li immediately removes the golden mask, and asks himself to be a rebel, exile Tian Muye .”

"You..." Wu Heng was dumbfounded, "You are really crazy! You are really crazy!"

No one understood his insistence, because among the audience, no one had ever been buried alive in a sacrificial pit, no one lost his maid overnight, and no one had seen Bai Lu Jiang Yang.Only Wu Yuli, only this man with eyes like autumn water and heart like hard iron.He straightened his back, knelt in front of the bonfire, and knelt in the moonlight, waiting for the tortoise shell to crack and the decree of the gods to come.

There was a click, and there was a bang in the campfire.All the whispering below stopped, and Wu Yuli took out the tortoise shell in full view.A whole piece of tortoise shell has only one thin crack, which runs across the center very glaringly.For hundreds of years, there has never been a piece of tortoise shell with such simple cracks.

In the past, the cracks in the tortoise shell had always been densely covered with branches, which required the interpretation and research of the witch.In fact, some people vaguely questioned that this was the natural bursting of the tortoise's shell. God had never come to his will, but no one dared to say it.

But today, there is no need for the thinking and explanation of the witches, the will of the gods is simple and clear.

God said: Allow.

Wu Yuli stroked the tortoise shell, and the cracks scraped against his fingertips.This is the closest he has been to God after leaving Crescent Valley in so many years.

He raised his bright eyes and announced, "God said: Allow!"

There was silence, no one spoke.Until the end, a witch stood up from his seat, took off his mask, and said: Lord A Li, I... didn't want to treat you like this.After all, the plague was prevalent, and when I was dying, it was you who saved my life.But now that you insist on going your own way, I can't hide it anymore. "

Qi Yin recognized that this was the sorcerer who persuaded Wu Yuli to try Gu with slaves.There was surprise in Wu Yuli's eyes, and he asked, "Wu Yang, if you have something to say, you might as well speak up."

"Master Ah Li, you are actually the child of a slave, right!" the witch named Wu Yang said loudly.

All the wizards were taken aback.

Wu Yang said: "I entered the temple not long ago, and I have been in the post of Lizheng since the year before last. I sorted out the classics, looked through the list of gods and witches, who is who, what is the demon, where is the origin, and the three generations of parents are all recorded. Only A Li My lord, the origin is unknown. I asked the old witch, and the seniors, and found that they couldn't explain the origin of Lord A Li clearly, but strangely believed that Lord A Li came from a noble family."

Wu Heng covered his head, his eyes were bloodshot.Qi Yin was unconsciously anxious, these people were clearly aware of the divine language.

"I had doubts in my heart, but I didn't think much about it." Wu Yang continued, "Until the first outbreak of the epidemic, I went to the foot of the mountain with Lord A Li, and met a dog clan demon slave on the way. He told me that Lord A Li was It was his childhood playmate, nicknamed Crescent Moon, who should have been buried in the tomb of the leader of Crescent Moon Valley, but was resurrected from the dead. Today, I have brought the dog demon, Master Ah Li, do you want to confront him?"

"No need," Wu Yuli said calmly, "You're right. I was indeed born in Crescent Moon Valley. I came back from the dead thanks to the help of the Great God Bailu. My adoptive father took me in because of God's whispering. There was a time when the gods whispered, and everyone obeyed. It was the Great God Bailu who spoke in your ears and opened the door of the temple to me. I know, it must be hard for you to believe. But..." He picked up the tortoise shell, and the crossbar on it The pattern caught everyone's eyes, "Look, isn't this the will of God? For thousands of years, has there ever been a crack in the tortoise shell like this?"

"Yes... yes..." Wu Heng murmured, "I remember, I remember! A voice whispered in my ear back then, asking me to go to Crescent Valley to pick up a child, and I must take care of it. He grew up safe and healthy." Wu Heng burst into tears, "This is God speaking to me, God!"

There were whispers in the audience, and gradually some people believed it and nodded repeatedly.

"No, you are wrong!" Wu Yang shouted, "This is clearly his sorcery! For hundreds of years, who has seen the White Deer God with his own eyes? How can he be rescued by the God, the son of a slave? How could he ignore us and favor a disheveled slave?" Wu Yang pointed at Wu Yuli and said word by word, "He's lying! He used his sorcery to pretend to be divine, trying to turn his ancestors into saints. Law, usurping power and blasphemy!"

All the witches and leaders suddenly realized that they all stood up and cursed: "Wu Yuli, you are so bold!"

Wu Yuli was still standing on the stage, and said unhurriedly: "If you don't believe my divination, Wu Yang, why don't you come and do the divination yourself? If the god really agrees, wouldn't it come down to your divination? ?”

What he said was so reasonable that Wu Yang choked.Wu Yuli nodded to him politely.He has always been like this, no matter what kind of crisis or hardship he encounters, he is always calm.His words were obviously calm and gentle, but they had an unusual pressure.

Wu Yang swallowed, before he could answer.A leader of the wolf tribe stood up and scolded: "What do you still want to do? Listen to what a slave says! Pretending to be a witch, sneaking into the temple, pretending to be divine, all these things are not enough to punish him! ? Pull him down, drag him out, and strip him of his clothes. He is a slave, so he will go to the mud pit and let me be a slave to him!"

All the tribal leaders applauded loudly, and immediately a warrior approached the high platform holding a knife.In the dark night, the demon grinds its sharp fangs and stares at him on the high platform.Mortals are also indifferent, watching indifferently.The witches who followed Wu Yuli in the past showed hesitant eyes and retreated step by step.

"We, the gods and witches, respect the will of the gods. The gods pity the people, and you are the gods and witches. Why don't you listen to the gods? Why don't you please the people?" Wu Yuli questioned the silent gods and witches, with clangs and words. Words to the bone.

"Who are the people with you? We are the heirs of God, and you are the livestock of God. God has mercy on all peoples, not on livestock!" The wolf's head shook the high platform.

Wu Yuli's eyes were wide open, he was on the spot in a daze.He suddenly discovered that he was doomed to fail from the very beginning.It is never the gods who rule the mortal world, but these nobles who hold weapons in their hands.They don't care about the content of tortoise divination at all, let alone obey the misty gods.They have no mercy, let alone mercy. They have to step on the shoulders of slaves to show their nobility.

He felt lonely and exhausted like never before, and his heart sank endlessly.He was too naive, he lost completely in this game where his future and life were gambled.

"Ugh……"

Just then, he heard a sigh.

His eyes narrowed, he raised his head, and saw the shocked eyes of all the monsters and mortals.They stared blankly at him... no, behind him.Wu Yuli turned around slowly, in front of her was a zigzag staircase formed by the moonlight, from which a tall and bright divine deer slowly walked.It has not changed at all, just like back then, with flowery antlers, a slender body, covered with moonlight all over.

The splendid gods suddenly appeared before his eyes.

Absolute silence, no one dared to speak.Except for Wu Yuli, all the mortals bowed their heads.

"Yu Li's words are my words. Yu Li's orders are my orders." The god said, "I call the people of the world together, and I say divide the land of the world. I say you and other ministers who blaspheme and rebel should be exiled!" "