In the Qiang camp, on a high platform, Yao Chang was naked to the upper body, covered with feathers, and his face was covered with the blood of the cattle and sheep he had just killed. In front of him, a blood basin was blooming.
Several attendants were constantly using brushes to dip their hands into the blood and smearing it on his body, while Yao Chang was twisting his waist crazily and beating the Dharma drum in his hand. At this moment, how could he still
Like a dominant hero, more like a pure wizard.
Under the high platform, there was a dense darkness, filled with Qiang soldiers. Everyone's face was smeared with the blood of cattle and sheep, and there was at least one feather on their head. They connected their arms and lay prone on the ground.
Yao Chang's drums rhythmically followed Yao Chang's shouting: "Great White Horse God, bless me, the Qiang people, and the nectar from heaven gives me survival!"
There was a thunder in the ground, and Yao Chang's movements paused obviously. He raised his head and glanced at the sky above his head. Dark clouds had begun to appear, and the sun that was still burning just now was now submerged in thick clouds.
His movements suddenly became faster and more crazy, his whole body was shaking his head, and he was foaming at the mouth, as if he was possessed by a ghost. Suddenly, he suddenly fell backwards and fell straight down.
The tens of thousands of Qiang people in the audience raised their heads in surprise, and many people shouted: "Your Majesty, Great Chanyu, what's wrong with you?"
Yin Wei, who had been watching coldly from the side, also changed his expression. He was about to step forward, but Yao Chang suddenly stood up from the ground. His eyes suddenly opened, but there were no pupils at all. They were completely blank.
The dripping blood on his face and body was so terrifying.
There was no expression on Yao Chang's face, and even his speaking voice became unusual, resounding like gold and stone: "I am the White Horse God, why are you calling me?"
An idea flashed in Yin Wei's mind. Although as a wise man, he knew that Yao Chang was pretending to be a god, but for the ignorant and superstitious Qiang people, there was no better way to motivate him than this kind of dance.
Yin Wei quickly knelt down and kowtowed repeatedly: "White Horse God, we are all your loyal people. Today the Qin army wants to destroy us Qiang people. They trap us here and cut off our water sources. We cannot win the battle.
If we retreat, we will all be destroyed. I don’t dare to ask the White Horse God for more divine power. I only ask the White Horse God to give me sweet rain to save the tens of thousands of creatures in our camp!”
The Qiang soldiers in the audience all woke up from a dream, and prayed loudly with their bodies prostrated on the ground: "The White Horse God is above, we are your most loyal servants, please give me the rain to help us survive!"
The White Horse God (Yao Chang) laughed: "You are so sincere. As a God, how can I ignore it and not save you? Don't worry, I have sent the thunder male and lightning female, Feng Boyu Master to practice the law, and there will be sweet rain soon.
When we come down to the ground, you will quickly go and get the things that can catch the water and use it as a reserve!"
The Qiang soldiers in the audience suddenly jumped up from the ground, and many of them began to run back in a hurry, and began to dig out all the containers that could collect water from the tent, from wine bags to bow and quiver bags, and even toilet chamber pots.
I took it out, opened the lid, and looked at the sky helplessly, regardless of the solid shit inside.
Just for a moment, strong winds were blowing, dark clouds filled the sky, streaks of lightning flashed across the black sky, thunder was everywhere, and the raindrops began to fall one by one, gradually turning into strings, strips, and pieces, and finally turned into pouring water.
The heavy rain poured down like a hole in the sky. Just a moment ago, the camp, which was as dry as an African desert, suddenly became a country, and countless Qiang soldiers were jumping around wildly in celebration.
, dancing, some people even knelt down and cried loudly, drinking water mixed with mud on the ground, while crying and praising the kindness of the White Horse God.
The sonorous and powerful voice of the White Horse God reverberated throughout the camp along with the heavy rain: "Listen carefully, I am your Qiang God, and I will bless my people with my divine power. You must listen to me while you are alive.
If you disobey the orders given by human messengers, five thunders will strike your head, destroying both body and soul, and even Tathagata Buddha cannot save you!"
Yin Wei shouted loudly: "Your Majesty, the White Horse God, may I ask, who is your messenger on earth, and whose orders should we follow?"
The voice of the White Horse God became high-pitched, with an unquestionable determination and majesty: "The person I am possessing now is my messenger in the world. The Yao family is my messenger in the world, and Yao Chang
, is the embodiment of my will in the human world. By serving Yao Chang as your master, you are respecting me, the White Horse God. If there is anyone who is disrespectful, he will be taught to endure seven kinds of suffering and eight hardships. Life is worse than death. You must remember that as long as you
Believe in me, the White Horse God, and serve my messenger Yao Chang in the human world with peace of mind. I will be able to give you invincible divine power just like the rain today. Remember, remember!"
Yao Chang's voice gradually became lower, and he lay weakly on the ground. Yin Wei and more than ten important ministers, regardless of their soaked clothes, rushed forward, helped Yao Chang up, and shouted
Said: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty!"
Yao Chang woke up slowly and turned around. His face was full of confusion and he asked in surprise: "What are you doing?"
Suddenly, he felt something, looked up at the sky, and jumped up excitedly: "It's raining, it's raining, hahahaha, we are all saved this time."
Yin Wei turned to the Qiang people in the audience and shouted: "Have you all seen it? The White Horse God has said that the king is his messenger in the world. Those who believe will prosper, and those who doubt will perish. From now on, whoever is right will
The king has two minds and will teach him to die without a place to bury the gods. This is an oracle, an oracle, and no one can defy it!"
All the Qiang army officers and soldiers in the audience fell to the ground and shouted with utmost piety: "Long live the king, long live the king, long live the king?!"
A proud smile flashed across Yao Chang's face, but disappeared in a flash. He turned to Yin Wei and said in surprise: "Seriously, is it really the White Horse God who has possessed me?!"
Yin Wei laughed: "Your Majesty, this is something tens of thousands of soldiers have seen. How can it be false? The White Horse God has said that he will give us a steady stream of divine power just like this rain to help us win in the future.
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A cold light flashed in Yao Chang's eyes. He looked at the camp that had become a vast ocean with ankle-deep water. The soldiers were kneeling in the water and still did not dare to move. He said loudly: "From now on,
, I am the messenger of the White Horse God in the human world, Qiang brothers, follow me, Yao Chang, and I will definitely build a heaven on earth for you!"
There was a thunderous sound in the Qiang camp: "Long live, long live, long live!"
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