The morning sun rises slowly, spreading its sunshine onto the vast grassland.
The Xiongnu Chanyu military officials faced the rising sun, knelt in their royal tents, and kowtowed to the red-fiery sun.
For the Huns who worshiped primitive shamanism, everything in the world, birds and animals, vegetation and insects, and even lifeless mountains and rivers, all became gods.
The sun, moon and stars were the gods worshiped by the Huns.
The full name of the Xiongnu Chanyu is Dengli Gutu, which means son of heaven.
From this aspect, there is indeed some relationship between the Huns and the Chinese dynasty.
At least, at the very least, the title of Chanyu is the title of the Chinese emperor who copied the village.
Therefore, among the Xiongnu, worshiping the sun and the moon at night were actually just like the Chinese emperor worshiping the heaven and sweeping the earth. It was a ritual for the ruler to borrow power from heaven and affirm his divine right to rule.
Therefore, the sun worship ceremony is a very sacred and solemn thing among the Huns.
When the Chanyu worships the sun, the nobles, big and small, military leaders and leaders of vassal kingdoms and tribes all prostrate themselves on the ground and remain motionless to express their determination to forever surrender and obey the orders of the Chanyu.
As the king of Youguli, Yizhixie's position was very close to the military officials.
He was lying on the ground, squinting at the nobles and generals on the left and right.
Some of these people are his enemies, some are his allies, but many more may become enemies or allies.
This is a normal thing in the Xiongnu.
Most of the Xiongnu nobles will only follow the victors and spurn the losers.
The rule of the Xiongnu game is that the winner takes all, and the loser dies without a place to live.
"General Zuo, Huyan Dangtu, what are you doing these days?" Yi Zhixie had a lingering doubt in his mind.
Among all the ministers and confidants, the one that Yi Zhixie feared the most was the loyal dog of the military minister, who was madly calling Yan to be slaughtered.
This Huyan nobleman, who was privately called a "bastard" by the Xiongnu nobles, provided an airtight protective umbrella for the military officials with his madness, cruelty and tyranny.
Yi Zhixie knew very well that if he could not solve the Huyandang Tu, then a coup would be impossible.
This madman will tear all possible rebellions into pieces.
Moreover, no one within the Xiongnu dared to launch a coup in front of this madman, which would be no different than seeking death.
You must know that in the past few years, this person has personally killed hundreds of nobles and slaves who disobeyed or disobeyed the Chanyu. He tore off their heads and made wine vessels.
The character of the Huns is like a pack of wolves on the grassland.
The more ferocious the alpha wolf, the more obedient the pack will be, and vice versa.
Before Huyan Dangtu, the loyal dog of the military official, died, other nobles and ambitious people would all behave with their tails between their legs.
Originally, Yi Zhixie had been paying close attention to Huyan Dangtu's every move, and even set a trap. He was prepared to do this without being noticed, which was his biggest stumbling block.
However, a month ago, this great Xiongnu nobleman, who was never far away from his military ministers and was like their shadow, seemed to have disappeared from this world.
Even now, at the opening ceremony of this sacred Dragon City Conference, Huyan Dangtu is nowhere to be seen.
This made Yi Zhixie feel like a warning bell was ringing in her heart. Her restless heart was like grass under a strong wind, trembling with fear and unable to sleep peacefully.
After another bow, the military officials stood up under the guidance of an old shaman. Facing the sacred sun, they respectfully sprinkled a wine vessel made of the enemy's head with kumiss.
Kumis and cheese were the Huns' largest sources of food and the best offerings to the gods.
"Omnipotent plowing the sky, please give guidance to your heirs..." The military officials said loudly to the countless totems erected around the king's tent: "Please send down your divine grace and exert your divine power..."
Dozens of shamans immediately surrounded the totem poles, singing and dancing, holding a pair of extremely sharp knives that shone with cold light.
There are also more than a dozen female shamans, with their breasts exposed, facing the west, where the sun sets, and they perform extremely charming dances according to religious rituals.
Hundreds of tied prisoners of war were dragged under these totem poles by Hun warriors.
The shamans chanted mysterious incantations and used strange pronunciations to praise the power of the gods and the wisdom of the Chanyu.
Then, they walked up to the prisoners, picked up the knives, grabbed the prisoners' hair, and asked the warriors to push them to the trench under the totem pole.
These prisoners were obviously given some narcotic or hallucinogenic drugs in advance.
They are confused, ignorant, ignorant of their situation, and even their consciousness is blurred.
The shamans picked up their knives and slit the throats of the prisoners. Hot blood immediately spurted out and sprayed into the grooves next to the totem poles. Soon, these grooves were filled with blood.
"God support the plow!" Seeing this scene, the military officials bowed down again: "Please accept the sacrifices offered by your descendants! These dirty and despicable Wusun people have betrayed the sacred covenant. I will follow your will
, defeated them, captured their livestock, robbed their women, and enslaved their descendants. Now, I will dedicate their leaders and nobles to the great you and the great gods of the four directions!"
The ceremony then reached its climax.
More than a hundred Wusun prisoners of war were tied to tall totem poles.
The shamans walked with strange steps and chanted strange incantations as they came to these prisoners of war.
The fire disks were lit one by one. In the light of the fire, these shamans used extremely superb skills to cut open the scalps of these prisoners of war bit by bit. They were like artists, carefully cutting open the scalps of these prisoners, and
Without hurting the bones and flesh, they poured mercury along the gaps in the scalps of these prisoners of war.
This is the best gift to the gods.
It requires that the entire ritual must be completed while the sacrifice is alive, otherwise, the gods will be unhappy and unwilling to accept such inferior sacrifices.
If this is the case, then according to tradition and custom, there is no choice but to offer the sacrifice to the god that angered the god in the same way to appease the god's anger.
Therefore, all the shamans looked extremely focused.
Before today, almost every sacrifice had been practiced countless times to ensure nothing went wrong.
Every action, every technique is extremely professional.
The prisoners of war moaned and groaned in unconscious pain one after another. Some even woke up and begged loudly for mercy or cursed viciously and kicked their limbs wildly.
These people know exactly what situation they are facing.
Therefore, they did this just to support them and let the priest go to hell to accompany them.
However, their efforts are destined to be in vain.
The entire ceremony came to an end with meticulous concentration and sacred and solemn singing.
Several older shamans looked at the prisoners who had been injected with mercury but were still breathing.
Then they knelt down. Facing the military officials, they prostrated on the ground and said: "Great Zhuli Gutu, Zhuli Tian and the gods have accepted your respectful dedication. Their eyes have descended from the sky to the world. Their divine power has been poured into the body of the great Plow Gutu, giving you the power of a god!"
"In addition, we humble servants of the gods have noticed that the souls of our ancestors are also following the gods back, and they are standing beside you..."
Such words made Yi Zhixian feel alarming in her heart.
As a member of the royal family, Yi Zhixie knew very well that such a procedure did not exist at all in the past.
No shaman has ever said such a thing to Chanyu.
Because. That means that the shaman handed over the divine power to the Chanyu.
That's something these shamans are unwilling to do even to the death.
However, today, in front of him, these shamans handed over the divine power they had held for countless centuries, and handed over the supreme power of religion and the power of interpretation of gods to the hands of military ministers.
This means that from now on, military ministers are the incarnations of the gods.
For the Huns who firmly believe in shamanism, when the gods come to the world, no one can resist, and no one can resist.
What's more, there are also so-called souls of ancestors returning.
Think about it, who are the people buried in Longcheng?
Maodun Da Chanyu!
The old Shanyu!
In front of these two heroes, any noble or any tribe can only kneel down and obey orders.
"Ah..." The military minister waved his limbs, grunted, and made a strange sound, and then he said: "I saw it!"
He faced one side, knelt down on one knee, and said: "The great Moton Great Chanyu, the great Laoshang Great Chanyu, you have returned again..."
All the Xiongnu nobles and tribal leaders, whether they believe it or not, can only follow the military ministers, kneel down in that direction, and dedicate their loyalty and all their bodies and souls.
The Great Chanyu of Maodun and the Great Chanyu of Laoshang are the spirit and soul of the Xiongnu Empire.
Without these two great chanyus, there would be no Hun Empire.
The military minister knelt on the ground and looked at the Youguli King Yizhixie behind him who he wanted to drag out and chop into hundreds of pieces. The military minister sneered in his heart.
"This Chanyu should really thank the little emperor of the Han Dynasty..." The military minister thought proudly in his heart: "If it weren't for him, how would this Chanyu have thought of this trick?"
The noises made by the little emperor of the Han Dynasty in recent years are not only legendary in the Han Dynasty, but he has also heard them.
At first, the military officials were really scared to death.
Now that the gods have descended to earth to help the emperor of the Han Dynasty, how can we still play this game in the future?
In particular, the divine power and divine power displayed by the little emperor were truly incomparable.
If it weren't for the gods to be holy and the gods to descend to earth, how could the emperor of the Han Dynasty accurately predict disasters, know dangers, and make arrangements and precautions in advance?
At first, the military officials were tossing and turning and couldn't sleep all night.
If the gods descend to earth to distract people, who will do it better than the Han Dynasty people in the future?
Apart from anything else, when the Han and Hungarians were fighting, God blew a headwind or caused the earth to shake, so why not give them a hair? You can just surrender!
However, as time goes by, as the fear slowly dissipates.
One night, the military minister suddenly thought of an idea that made his whole body tremble and make him unable to restrain himself. The emperor of the Han Dynasty had divine help, but Ben Chanyu did not. If this matter spread, it would be really big for Ben Chanyu.
Not good!
but……
What if this Chanyu could also get help from the gods?
Therefore, since when did the military officials suffer from late superstitious syndrome, they prayed to various gods and ancestors every day, hoping to get a response.
It's just a pity that not even an ant responded to him.
This made the military officials very angry and uneasy. Neither the gods nor the ancestors responded to me. Did they abandon me?
This uneasiness grew stronger and stronger, constantly consuming the confidence of the military officials, and made him extremely depressed for a time.
But one day, the military minister, who was extremely crazy and thinking wildly all day, suddenly had an inspiration. Since you don't respond to this Chanyu, then this Chanyu will let you be "responded"!
So, he sent his loyal dog and top general, General Zuo Huyan to Tu.
The butcher, who was so notorious in the Huns that his reputation could stop children from crying at night, led a group of executioners and secretly arrested all the families of several high shaman priests in the Huns.
He gave in and agreed to act in this scene together.
The idea of the military officials is very simple. Since the gods and ancestors do not respond to the prayers of this Chanyu, once the deeds of the Han Dynasty emperor spread on the grassland, then the Chanyu may immediately fall into offending the gods and ancestors, so that the gods and ancestors do not respond.
This Chanyu's prayers, not to mention the dangerous situation of blessing, this Chanyu will definitely die without a burial place.
So, this Shanyu simply directed and acted on his own and created such a drama.
At the very least, it can guarantee Ben Chanyu's status, and even greatly strengthen Ben Chanyu's authority, making Ben Chanyu like the emperor of the Han Dynasty. Humanity and God are one, and he follows the law, and no one dares to resist!
Thus, the current scene emerged.
But now, when the military ministers looked at all the nobles and tribal leaders, and even the vassal tribes, they were all trembling with fear and fear, and they did not even dare to look at themselves.
Every pore in the body of the military minister screamed comfortably: This is the Great Chanyu. Compared with my power and power in the past, I am as weak as a lamb.
Now, Junchen felt as if the whole world was under his control.
The heaven, earth, stars, and everything in the universe are all moving according to his will.
However, the military officials knew very well that there was still one last step in this drama that had not yet been completed.
That is the approval and recognition of Yi Zhixie and other members of the royal family with the surname Luotang.
After all, he is not the emperor of the Han Dynasty. He really has the help of gods and can know everything about the past and the future.
Once the members of the royal family do not admit it, even if he forces them to admit it with a knife, they will lose in terms of legal principles and people's hearts.
His scene will become a joke. Not only will it not strengthen his authority, but it will damage it.
Especially for Yi Zhixie, the military officials knew that he was very likely to question him and ask him to prove that he had indeed received help from the gods and ancestors.
But the problem is that the military ministers themselves knew very well that the gods and ancestors did not appear or send down any great power.
That……
"I can only take advantage of Yizhixie..." Junchen thought in his heart.
But it's worth it.
It is certainly a good deal to exchange for the supreme and omnipotent authority at the cost of letting Yizhi Xian Mao go! (To be continued.)
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