Chapter One Thousand Three Hundred and Forty Three: After my death, the heaven and earth will be separated
Whether in the East or the West, it is always a blessing to have the blood of a noble. Even if you are also a prisoner, better education and background will bring more opportunities for destiny.
"God bless me! I must seize this opportunity! I must seize it!... Return to Kyushu... Take back the power... Revitalize my family..."
At this moment, the former monk soldier Watanabe Masumi, now the Ryuzoji Iehiro, walked towards the "Temple of the Yin Shang Xuantiao" with his head lowered, with a strong desire for destiny. After a long journey, he already knew this "
The vast territory of the "Jiaoren Kingdom", the wealth of gold, and the expansion ambition under the military system can give him a powerful boost!
During these torturous years, the more Ryuzouji Jiahong learned more about, the more the desire in his heart burned. It seems that since he gave up his name as a monk and converted to the main god of "Xuanniao", his original Buddhist practice has changed.
, also dissipated. At this moment, the flame of "Xuanniao" was on his neck where he wore the amulet of the main god, burning him all the time, stimulating his heart. And the obsession of the Wu family became more and more fiery, inspiring
The endless fire of karma leads people to step into Shura.
"Blessed by the Lord God! After the decline of the Kawachi Genji, it was still revived by Minamoto Yoshitomo. After Minamoto Yoritomo was defeated and killed, Minamoto Yoritomo and Minamoto Yoshitsune were revived, and finally Minamoto Yoritomo established the Kamakura Shogunate!…
As an elder brother, Minamoto Yoshitsune suppresses his younger brother Yoshitsune, just like my brother Iakane and I... all of this is not impossible! As long as I can get the support of the Tokai Jiaoren Kingdom, even if it is just the support of gold!
…”
With endless obsessions and troubles, Iehiro Ryuzouji entered the deep temple of the main temple, and also walked on the road of karma of no return. This seems to be the fate of the noble blood, from birth to death, it flows with fighting
, calculations and corpses…
At the same moment, in Xishan Port, nine thousand miles away in the south, there was an old man who refused this fate and also endured the torment in his heart. Without saying a word, he inserted a heavy pine scepter into the soft field ridge.
Go up. Then, he waved the elongated iron sickle vigorously, like an old bear in human form, ferociously harvesting the golden rice fields!
"Whoosh! Whoosh!..."
"Whoosh! Whoosh!..."
"..."
Chihua Ke was stunned, holding a small scythe, and looked at the cedar shaman who was crossing over like a "bulldozing bear" beside him. The big scythe that opened and closed made the old militiaman shrink his neck and couldn't help but avoid it.
Two steps. But the cedar shaman kept walking until he reached the end of the acre of rice field, and then suddenly turned around. Then, with his head down, he mowed directly towards the Chihuaco ridge.
"Whoosh! Whoosh!..."
"Stop! Stop! Old wood! You are crazy!...Stop!!..."
Chihuaco was startled, and fled back to the field ridge, rolling and crawling. He picked up the old wooden scepter, pounded it accurately into the rice field, and then lifted it up with all his strength!
"Bang!"
The "crazy sickle" in the hand of the Cedar Shaman was finally thrown away. The Cedar Shaman was stunned for a moment, looked at his empty hands, and then came back to his senses.
"Old Corn, what are you doing? Ah! It hurts!...Why did you hit me on the head?..."
"You're the one I'm beating! Crazy old wood! You almost cut me and the rice!..."
Chihuaco was furious and hit him with the stick three times. The cedar shaman also received three hits in a daze, and then he covered his head and complained in embarrassment.
"Hey! Hey! Stop hitting, three hits are enough!... I was a little lost just now and didn't see you... I didn't mean to... Hiss! My waist hurt because I cut the rice too hard just now..."
"Hoo! Hoo! You stupid old idiot! You have no brains and no waist!..."
Chihuaco hit him twice more before throwing the shaman's staff to the ground. He put his hands on his hips and looked at the cedar shaman up and down carefully before speaking in confusion.
"Old wood! There's something really wrong with you!... You usually smile like a hairless monkey, but you haven't smiled all day today... You still worked so hard when cutting the rice, and you rushed like a Siri in heat.
Pig...what's going on with you? You didn't accept the honorary noble title from the kingdom before, and now you regret it?"
"Hey! What a hairless monkey, what Siri in heat? Don't talk nonsense!...Old Corn, others don't understand me, don't you understand me? Do I care about that kind of reputation?..."
The cedar shaman spat twice, shook his head, and walked to the field ridge. He picked up his shaman stick and thrust it into the soil. Then, he sat directly on the field ridge and looked at Xishan Port in the distance.
, motionless in a daze.
"Phew! This Xishan Port makes me sigh every time I see it... I have only been away for two years, and there have been such big changes! Look at the rows of wooden houses, thatched huts, and the stones
The temple! Originally, this place was all a wasteland by the lake..."
"O Lord God! The changes of the era are like the rings of the northern continent, rising and falling, following the unpredictable nature... What can change is not just the buildings in the port, not just the Xishan Port?... Even me
In the Beiwan region where I grew up, even the tribesmen of the same ethnic group I am familiar with are undergoing earth-shaking changes!…"
"Ha! How come you, a cheerful old bear, suddenly become as sad as a raccoon?"
The old militiaman Chihuaco dusted himself off and sat next to Cedar Shaman. He looked at the rice fields in front of him and then at the corn and potato fields around the port in the distance, with a harvest smile on his face.
"Old wood! Look around the port, look at such a large field! Look at the newly planted rice here. There is a lot of harvest, and it is just suitable for the climate here! This year's field harvest is really good, and your tribe should be the same.
, everyone can have enough to eat... This is a good change, and it is a great thing to be happy about! Seeing this field, I can’t worry anymore, I can wake up from my dreams with a smile!…”
"Hey! Old Corn, the harvest in this field is indeed very good! Thanks to you in the past few months, you have been teaching the young men of the tribe the secrets of farming..."
The cedar shaman nodded. But the bitterness on his face was like an imprinted pattern that could not be relaxed. He grimaced like this, groped in his arms for a while, lit a roll of sacred smoke, and inhaled leisurely.
After two mouthfuls, another circle was spit out.
"Hoo! ~ High Lord God! Great spirit! They came here and built many fields on the tribe's territory. The fields harvested more food, and the tribes were full of food... Then,
They built a temple, and the tribe kowtowed to the statue of the god, chanted the name of the god, and also knew what the sky above was and what the earth was below..."
"All this is good, and it is also the inevitable path for the tribe to move forward! But having more food and knowing God and heaven and earth is not the end of this road. At the end of the plain, there will always be a
Mountain…"
"Hoo!~ O high Lord God! O great spirit! In just a few years, they have brought about the difference between nobles and commoners, and the distinction between heaven and earth!... From then on, in the tribes that are generally equal,
, and a hill appeared. Some people were sitting on the hill, wearing feather crowns. More people were busy at the foot of the hill, holding farming hoes..."
"I saw the kingdom in the south, and I also saw the future of the north. The people on the mountains will get higher and lower, and there will be fewer and fewer. The people below the mountains will get lower and lower, and there will be more and more... It's like the fusion of sea and sky.
Heaven and earth will eventually separate the top and bottom in this mountain forest, which is higher than the mountain!..."
After singing this, Cedar Shaman looked at Chihuaco, the old militiaman, who had fallen silent with a grimace. He sighed quietly, with complex emotions surging in his heart, but even he couldn't understand them clearly.
"Hey! Old Corn, can you understand my sorrow? The sky and the earth are separated. The road on the plains has come to an end, and behind it are all rolling mountain roads! But some people walk on the mountains and own the whole sky... More people
There will be more and more buried under the mountain, and there will be no sky to be seen..."
"Sad, I have already seen the destined future! After my death, in this hometown of Golden Bay, the communal society of clan equality will gradually disappear until it is no longer seen... And among the numerous Miwok tribes,
They will all be the nobles of the kingdom as noble as cocoa, and the tribesmen as humble as weeds!~"
