"In the past, in the town of Nanyin in the Chu Kingdom, between Yuan and Xiang, the people there believed in ghosts and loved temples. In their temples, they would compose songs and music to encourage the gods!"
Chen Cuo opened the small booklet and saw Wang Yi's comment. After introducing the background, he also pointed out the reason for creation——
Qu Yuan saw the rituals of sacrifice and the joy of singing and dancing of the common people, and felt that the lyrics were vulgar, so he composed the song "Nine Songs".
"Nine Songs" itself does not contain much content. Even including Wang Yi's annotations, there are only a few pages. Chen Cuo has read it several times today, but his feelings are different every time.
"The upper part expresses the respect of the gods, the lower part expresses the resentment of oneself, and entrusts it with the advice of the wind. This song is originally a song to worship the gods, which combines the sorrow and anger in Qu Yuan's heart. When it was born, it was closely related to the Incense Shinto.
At the same time, it also contains the thoughts of people, that is, they don’t know what the situation of the way of incense and fire was in the pre-Qin and Chu lands. After all, the way of cultivation was gradually derived after the pre-Qin Dynasty. There may be some reason for this way of incense and fire..."
Although Jiu Ge is named after Jiu, it actually has eleven chapters, namely "Donghuang Taiyi", "Yunzhongjun", "Xiangjun", "Mrs. Xiang", "Da Siming", "Shao Siming"
"It was said to be nine songs, but it turned out to be eleven. It seems that the tradition has existed since ancient times. Moreover, among the gods of this ceremony, there are several more familiar names. Carefully divided, there are also gods of heaven, earth, humans and ghosts.
By the way, using people to entertain ghosts and gods is a classic for the way of incense..."
Chen Cuo was fascinated by it. While reading and thinking, he gradually threw away his trivial thoughts and immersed himself in it.
As he continued to deepen and comprehend the article, his heart was constantly trembling.
Between dreams and waking up, another page of Temple Dragon King's book of insights was opened, and the insights on the third page turned into sixty-four gold characters and flew out. They also lingered in my heart, scattering little rays of light, making the Taoist in my heart
It feels more and more ethereal.
Slowly, the brilliance of human thoughts that was difficult to shake and absorb in the nine-song book of [Biquge www.biqudu.xyz] began to gather towards Chen Cuo, blending into the bottom of his heart, surrounding the Taoist in his heart, and all kinds of thoughts
The mystery is revealed.
Gradually, the phantoms of worshiping gods appeared in the mind of the person who read the book, and slowly combined with the person's recitation of the golden book, and the Taoist in his heart who suppressed it seemed to be inspired, and his body glowed with a faint radiance.
Especially the ghost face held in the Taoist's right hand, after trembling, opened its mouth and began to devour the gathered human thoughts!
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"Understood the method of worshiping gods in "Nine Songs"? It is worthy of recognition." Still in that house, the black-haired old man sensed it and nodded slightly, "However, the book of Nine Songs was circulated for a long time before it was put into the library.
The incense that has been condensed for more than two hundred years contains secrets that no one can fully understand except the one who established the map. If it were not the original, it should not be placed outside the door."
The white-haired old man said calmly: "Anything that can be understood is good. Books are born in the world and are meant for inheritance, not collection."
The black-haired old man stroked his beard and smiled, saying: "Yes, let him swallow it and see how much he can swallow, but it would be a pity if you only know how to swallow incense like swallowing jujubes without discovering the essence of the method of worshiping gods.
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the other side.
"Zhang Zuozhu, the person who came just now is your cousin, the Marquis of Linru County?"
"Yes," Zhang Ju heard his subordinates asking, and responded while writing the list, "it is the Marquis of Linru County you are clamoring to see."
The Publications Bureau is considered a quiet yamen, and is under the jurisdiction of the Secretariat Department. The people who come here to work as errands are often those who have no aspirations, or do not seek advancement, but they still have some background, so the management is very loose.
As a writer, Zhang Ju is very free when he is free, but when things happen, he is also quite busy. A batch of new documents will happen to come over, so he can't be separated and can only talk to his colleagues.
His subordinate was a little embarrassed, but he couldn't help but said: "Zhu, I heard that the Marquis of Linru County offended the Duke of Guiyang. I don't know whether the news is true or not? Have you heard of it?"
Zhang Ju paused for a moment, then said: "These are all invisible things, don't spread them randomly."
"It's not that there is no trace. It is said that there was a fight between the Marquis of Linru County and the Marquis of Huaihua County under the command of Guiyang County Duke. The two sides fought in Fulin Tower. Many people saw it. Isn't Fulin Tower closed for repairs these days?
?You are a frequent visitor there, so you should know about it, right?"
Zhang Ju shook his head when he heard this and said: "Organize the documents and don't gossip."
Everyone saw his thoughts and didn't say much.
But sorting the books was very boring. After a while, the official who was sorting documents beside him could not help but whisper and discuss in a low voice.
"If you offend the Duke of Guiyang, your life will be long."
"If this was someone I knew, I would definitely have to wait and see first, and then wait until the limelight passes."
"This is exactly the reason. A gentleman should not stand under a dangerous wall. The general who conquered the north is acting rampantly. Even the clan must be careful."
Zhang Ju listened, scolded him twice, and smiled bitterly.
Thinking about it, not long ago, all my colleagues came to inquire about the Marquis of Linru County when they had nothing to do. Their insinuations were just to catch the wind of "Painted Skin". Especially when news of the Wenhui came out, they came and went more frequently, and their thoughts were on their faces.
Up.
As a result, several celebrities suddenly repented, causing the literary meeting to end without any problem. The trend in the publishing house changed slightly. In the past two days, there were rumors that their cousins had offended powerful officials. Everyone changed their faces, including himself.
It feels a bit isolated.
"The change in his face is no slower than that of the evil ghost. It turns out that the human heart is like a ghost..."
Zhang Ju had also heard about that rumor. Now that he was listening to everyone's words and conclusive words, each of them seemed to be well-informed, he became more and more worried. He couldn't calm down even with the matters at hand.
Come and do it.
"When my cousin leaves Dongguan Palace, I have to ask him. If something really happened, I have to remind him to be careful about anything he says. It's best to avoid the limelight. Sometimes, you can't be too attached to this matter of face.
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As a result, by the time he finished handling his official duties, it was already evening, and he waited outside Dongguan Palace until the sun set, but did not see Chen Cuo come out.
A servant went over to deliver the meal, but failed to enter the house. He was stopped by the guard at the door. He went in with meals for several people, and came out soon after with empty bowls.
"It is human nature to be addicted to reading. The collection of books in Dongguan Palace is all-encompassing and has everything you need. I have been so addicted to it several times that I have never returned. It is inevitable that Fang Qing was attracted and lingered."
Referring to others, Zhang Ju felt that it was not a good choice to disturb Chen Cuo at this time, and there was no danger for him to stay in Dongguan Palace, so he gathered his thoughts and turned around to go home, planning to talk tomorrow.
But the next day, he still didn't see Chen Cuo. After asking around, he found out that the Marquis of Linru County had not gone back all night and was reading in the Dongguan.
"It's admirable to forget about food and sleep."
In this way, until the third day, Chen Cuo was not seen coming out. Zhang Ju finally lost his temper. After the matter at his yamen was settled and all his colleagues and subordinates left, he came to the Dongguan Palace again, but this time
This time, he was ready to go in and see the situation.
As a result, before he could reach the place, a relatively close subordinate unexpectedly left and returned with an anxious expression.
"Something happened!" the man shouted from a distance. When he came closer, he lowered his voice and whispered: "The Marquis of Huaihua County is dead!"
"The Marquis of Huaihua County?" Zhang Ju was stunned for a moment, then understood, and his expression changed drastically, "It's that Hou Xiao! He's actually dead?"
"Exactly, this person. I just went back and heard people talking about this on the way. The news has spread throughout the city!"
