Chapter One Thousand Four Hundred and Sixty Nine Nahua Jurchen, bald and easy to dress up!
The half-collapsed Yongning Temple was like a prostrate tiger, opening its big black and red mouth, swallowing up the people who entered, and then making no sound again.
For four whole days, Maha Aguda did not see Zuwaro, nor did he see the tribe's priest Kui Huo. On the fifth day, he couldn't bear it anymore, and personally carried the hammer and entered the mysterious and strange shaman.
In this place, I met the "forest shaman" who didn't know what he was doing.
"Zu! What are you doing? You don't care about the warriors in your fleet, and you kidnap the priests of my tribe... There are so many mouths in the tribe, how to distribute food, and how to arrange the future? Do you still need me, a war chief?
Are you here to take care of it?…”
Maha Aguda was so aggressive that he started shouting loudly as soon as he entered the gate of the temple. Since the arrival of the priest Kui Huo, he suddenly felt relieved. There is such a "logistics officer" who can manage food and calculate consumption.
"Now, he no longer has to clasp his fingers and try to figure out the daunting numbers. Even how much wood to chop, how much fire to burn, how to spend the winter, and how to save fuel, can be planned in advance by the priest.
Burakumin just need to implement it.
It can be said that as the population of the tribe increases and various calculations become more and more complicated, Maha Aguda has become completely inseparable from the priest of the main god. It is not because of the belief that the other party brings, but because of the belief that the other party brings.
He even hoped that another priest of the main god could come over and help him take on the tasks of building a camp and expanding barnyard fields. He only had to hunt and fight!…
"Uh! Zu? What are you doing?..."
“Shh!…”
Priest Kui Huo made a shushing gesture and pointed to the seat next to him. Maha Aguda was stunned and even his voice became much softer.
"This is?…"
I saw a pot of holy fire lit under the emblem of the main god at the back of the temple, burning rosin smoke, which seemed to have the smell of mushrooms. On the altar next to it, a bloody heart was enshrined, possibly from an animal.
, or maybe not.
And in the center of the divine emblem, the flames and the altar, Zuvalo was wearing a feathered sacrificial robe, sitting cross-legged, shaking his head, and reciting some scriptures. The weird snake-like tone sounded very scary. In Zuwaro
Next to Varro, the old Harman chief Ali changed into the robe of a priest apprentice. He was bareheaded, pressed his right hand tightly on his heart, and recited devoutly beside him.
"The Lord God opens his blood eyes and looks at the soul worshiper... He needs blood, He needs freshness! He takes away the red vitality and goes to the red Kingdom of God... to worship Him... Kingdom of God... disobedient... the abyss of the earth...
The pain of the soul ice blade…the endless cold darkness!…”
Maha Aguda's eyes widened as he watched the two of them chanting sutras devoutly. Unbelievable surprise gradually appeared on his face, not because of the pious Zuvalo, but because...
"Kui! He?... He is?..."
"Shh! The Lord God has witnessed that Ali has converted to the Lord God and has become a priest apprentice in the temple. Now, he is studying the Ali Sutra."
"! It's only been a few days? He has already converted?!..."
"Yes. Ali is an extremely devout apprentice. He has dedicated his soul to the Lord God..."
“!…”
Maha Aguda took a breath of air and stared at the face of Chief Ali with his eyes closed as he chanted, circling around in a circle, hoping to see a little bit of the fox's disguise. However, just like a tiger looking around a hedgehog, he didn't.
Finding any flaw, I only saw the other party's wholehearted piety, even more pious than he, the converted chief!
"hiss!…"
At this moment, Maha Aguda's majestic body shrank, and he felt his scalp numb and goosebumps on his neck. Four days ago, this captured mature chieftain was still struggling, saying "Ancestors are on top" one after another.
, "Holy Emperor, Your Highness". How come it was only four days later that when I saw this guy again, he turned into an "incomparably devout priest apprentice"? This is too evil! What evil spell did Zuvalo cast on him?…
"Okay. Ali, you pray again and your morning lesson is finished. Then, continue to draw maps with me."
"Yes! The blood-eyed Lord God bless you!..."
The chief's apprentice Ali opened his eyes and nodded slightly. He glanced at Maha Aguda calmly, paused for a breath on the hummingbird emblem on his forehead, and nodded again. Then he closed his eyelids again and continued to chant.
His right hand was always pressed on his heart and he did not let go for a moment.
"Aguda, are you here?"
Zuwaro had a deep expression and deep eyes. He glanced at Maha Aguda and said with a smile.
"You came just in time! Ali and I drew a map of the Northland, mainly marking the situation of various ministries up and down the river. Although the drawing has not been completed yet, the Nuergan area is already relatively clear. We can take a look at it together
Once you take a look, it will be very helpful for future actions!”
"A map of Dajiang, with the various ministries marked? There is such a good thing?!...Don't worry! Wait first!..."
Hearing this, Maha Agu slapped his face and felt happy at first, then he remembered something and interrupted.
"Zu! This newly captured southern chief...is now the priest apprentice of the main god?"
"Yes. Ali is a devout apprentice and very reliable. This map is the terrain, rivers and tribes he described. I will draw it and then mark it together..."
"Wait! Let's not talk about the map! ... In just a few days, this chief has converted to the Lord God? Is the information he told credible?!..."
"Yes. Ali has converted to the Lord God and is very trustworthy."
"How did he convert?..."
"Alita..."
Zuvarro pursed his lips and glanced at Ali, who was meditating and chanting sutras next to him. He pondered for a moment before speaking.
"Aguda, Ali is different from you. He is old."
"...?"
"He has fear in his heart."
"fear?…"
"That's right! The fear of death. Death is like an invisible long snake that wraps around our bodies. Aguda, you can't see this snake, but Ali can. Not only can he see it, but he can also hear it.
Neighing and breathing. Only the powerful Lord God can comfort him and bring him inner peace..."
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Zuwaro smiled faintly and looked at the confused Maha Aguda, but did not explain more. It is difficult for a young chief like Maha Aguda, who is extremely brave and has no fear in his heart, to be truly pious. Because,
He believed in himself too much and did not place his hopes on the gods. He could not understand an aging old chief's fear of death, his awe of mystery, and his reliance on the soul after death.
As long as you go through the priest's "channelling" ceremony, as long as you experience the "illusion" of the divine smoke, and untie the other party's few mental defenses, you can get a truly devout believer! And the value of this believer lies in the southern intelligence he knows
, it’s worth his efforts to “enlighten” the other party’s soul!…
"Aguda, Ali does not believe in the good gods of the south. The good gods are weak and powerless in this cold forest sea. Deep in his heart, he never believes in the 'educational morality' of the Southern Ming Dynasty, nor the so-called 'human relations'
Gang Chang'. But he was afraid of the Ming Dynasty in the south
He was so powerful that he was afraid of the ferocious and looting Ming army, and he was afraid of the 'Great Chief Emperor' from the bottom of his heart. The confusion and fear in his heart, his anxiety and despair about death, all urgently needed the guidance of a powerful and ferocious evil god.
Guide his soul!…”
At this moment, Zuvalo's eyes turned white and his voice was deep, like a truly wise and truly psychic forest shaman. During his "enlightenment" of Ali, he keenly discovered that these Jurchen tribes in the south,
Far more than the savages from the north and south, they need a kind of spiritual sustenance!
"Witness the Lord God! The great emperor of the south used the 'will of the good god' and the 'killing of the army' to rule these tribes for six generations, making them learn awe and fear, and making them learn to think... However, this
Unable to change, the increasingly worse situation of each department will only make them more unwilling. The emperor's army left, abandoned them, and no longer provided any protection. Countless savages went south, bringing endless killings..."
"The climate is getting colder and colder, and all the tribes are suffering from hunger and eating each other. However, the 'belief in good gods' imposed on them by the great emperor has no solution. Even the tribes followed the 'guidance' and planted
The fields have also begun to fail. The extortion and taxation by the emperor's army have nothing to do with the so-called 'god of benevolence and charity'..."
"So, the power of the God of Benevolence and Charity has disappeared from this forest sea. All the chiefs are at a loss, and Ali is the same. He urgently needs a powerful and ferocious evil god to guide his soul and guide his life.
The tribe...and the main god is a powerful and ferocious evil god! The main god has already foreseen everything and knows how to deal with the end of the era!"
"Ah? The end of the era? Response?..."
"That's right! I originally thought that the end of the era would only be on the plateau of killings and the northern continent of divine disaster... But now it seems that the cold northern land of the West Sea Continent is also at the end of the era, even worse than the previous two.
Or start earlier!…”
Zuvalo's expression was gloomy, and he could not see any specific emotions. However, he was very sure that the main god who advocated fighting and sacrificing blood had an unusual compatibility with the tribes of this cold northern land!
This kind of compatibility from life, environment to spirit far exceeds the "Korean Burakumin" and "Heguo Burakumin" he has seen. It can be said that the teachings of the Lord God, especially the bloody tradition that has not been completely reformed, have given
It is possible to re-establish an order in this land of low productivity, bitter cold and wild forests! Even if the background of this order is blood and death, artificial reduction of population, and re-reaching a consensus and comfort among the people.
!…
"Witness the Lord God! To deal with the end of the extremely cold divine disaster, the only way to restore the previous order is through killing and sacrifice! All the blood and vitality of the dead can be exchanged for the warmth and harvest of the tribe with the power of the Lord God! And die!
The souls of the warriors in the God War can also go to the red kingdom of God and gain eternal beauty!…"
"Killing and sacrifice?! Warmth and harvest?!..."
Hearing such a promise, Maha Agu was startled, and his expression changed significantly. He was silent for a moment, feeling the throbbing in his heart. After a while, he stared at the chief's apprentice Ali and whispered.
"The ancestor...shaman...he converted to the Lord God. Why is there no emblem of the Lord God on his forehead?..."
Hearing this, Zuwaro smiled and was about to speak, but saw that Chief Ali had finished reciting the sutra and suddenly opened his eyes.
"The main god of blood eyes is the most powerful evil god! The ancestor shaman held a 'channelling' ceremony for me, allowing me to see the 'blood god' in the misty divine smoke. It was indeed unlike anything I had ever seen before.
Bloody and powerful!…”
Chief Ali showed piety, took a deep breath, and looked at the burning brazier. It was there that the braid on his forehead, which symbolized his soul, was cut off and thrown into the fire, turning into green smoke that ascended to the Kingdom of God.
"The Lord God witnesses! I sacrificed my blood and braids! And the Lord God opened his bloody eyes and took my soul away from the habitat above my head... From now on, I no longer belong to myself, I belong to Him..."
"Praise the blood! The ancestor shaman also left me the most profound emblem, which can lead to my death at any time! This immortal emblem is on my body, on the edge of my death, on my last
A place that is unforgettable! And whenever I pray, I just need to hold my heart and feel the pain, and I can feel Him!…”
With that said, Chief Ali finally let go of his right hand, pulled open his robe, and exposed the heart on his left chest! And an abstract and strange hummingbird emblem with dark red blood lines showed extremely superb carving skills.
, was engraved on his heart. At this moment, it was beating together with his heart, like flapping wings!
