Chapter 143 The funeral of the Turks and the crisis of Qingxia
The funeral took place on a windy day, and the wind blew on Dancing Horse's face, making him want to close his eyes often.
When Wu Ma conveyed his wish to attend the funeral to express his condolences to Shibi Khan through Qingxia, Shibi Khan consulted the opinions of the deceased's tribe, and the result of the feedback was that the other party did not want Han people to be present. Most likely it was
Regarding this kind of blatant racial discrimination, the translator expressed anger, but Wu Ma was very calm. Fortunately, Qingxia said that although she could not participate in person, she and Shi Bi applied, and Shi Bi agreed that Wu Ma and Wu Ma should stay away from each other.
Some viewings, because all Turkic funerals are held on the vast grassland, you can still watch a few things from a distance.
So at this moment, Wu Ma was actually standing on a hill quite far away from the funeral site, looking down at the direction of the funeral from a high place. To be honest, the perspective was really good. In addition, because he was aware of the gray fog in the sea, his eyesight was far better.
For ordinary people, the funeral scene can be seen clearly.
There were quite a lot of people at the funeral, but Princess Yicheng was not seen. She must have appeared at the end together with Shibi Khan. Wu Ma thought in her mind that since today was the funeral of a big shot, if Princess Yicheng appeared, she should not appear again.
Wearing a veil, otherwise it would not be disrespectful to the deceased. It would be convenient for you to see how beautiful this woman is.
What is very strange is that almost all the young Turkic men and women attending the funeral were well-dressed, except Qingxia, who was simply dressed.
Wu Ma then asked the interpreter why.
The translation said: "Young Dancer doesn't know that according to Turkic customs, young men and women often choose their spouses at funerals."
"What's the point?"
"Well, this seems to be related to life on the grassland - most of the grasslands are nomadic people who choose water to live. Most of the time, people are often scattered. It is difficult for young men and women to get together and communicate with each other. So when it comes to the funeral,
Relatives and friends from all over came, so it became a perfect opportunity for each other to find a partner.
Especially during the funeral, they are all close friends and know each other's ins and outs. Even if there are strangers, they can find out the details by asking around, which is very convenient.
If a young man falls in love with a girl, he will ask someone to propose marriage immediately after returning home, and the girl’s parents will most likely not refuse. Some even propose marriage on the spot at the funeral, so the probability of success is very high.”
Dancing Horse is a man of two generations. Although he had some interest in history in his previous life, this is the first time he has heard of such a thing. Wouldn’t it be unlucky to propose at a funeral, and...
"Isn't there Solchuk," Wu Ma said: "Solchuk is also a good time for young men and women to gather, and it is also festive. It is only reasonable to propose on Solchuk."
"It is said that this is a custom passed down by the Turks a long time ago. It has become a common practice and it is not easy to change it..."
Just as he was talking, he heard the sound of a low horn, and Shibi Khan came riding from a distance with a large group of guards. Next to him was a dressed-up woman, wearing a high-cornered hat, with a very bright face, which was really eye-catching.
It's like a single red flower blooming on such a prairie, and it's hard for anyone not to look at her.
Especially her eyes, they are beyond beautiful. Even from a distance, you can feel the clear water flowing in her eyes, which makes people fascinated.
After Princess Yicheng glanced here inadvertently, Wu Ma even couldn't help but have the idea of doing a good job for the other party, and even went to the extent of doing it without hesitation.
Looking at it this way, I realized that Qingxia was indeed not lying. This woman's appearance had a brainwashing effect.
Looking at the Turkic men around them, they all lowered their heads and stared at the grass. They all knew that they could not resist such looks, so they had no choice but to avoid looking at them.
Thinking of this, Wu Ma's heart trembled, and he thought to himself: Even these ordinary Turkic men know that since they can't bear it, they simply ignore it. I am a dead soldier who walked out of the sea of corpses in the apocalypse, and I have eaten the flesh of that beautiful and vicious woman.
Damn it, how could she win it so easily?
He immediately restrained his attention and continued to watch, but he saw the translator on the side looking in the direction of Princess Yicheng with a crazy look. After a while, he seemed to realize that the dancing horse was looking at him. The translator came back to his senses and exclaimed:
"I had heard that Princess Yicheng was extremely beautiful. Private rumors even said that she and Empress Xiao were both the most beautiful twins in the world. They are equally beautiful. Unfortunately, I have never been able to see her. Today, I finally got my long-cherished wish. Sure enough,
Well-deserved reputation, breathtaking...
Oops, look here... Wu Langjun, look, is Her Royal Highness Princess Yicheng looking at me... Fortunately, I changed my clothes today..."
Just as he was talking, he saw Shibi Khan and his entourage entering the crowd. The dead body was laid in the tent. His descendants and relatives began to slaughter sheep and cattle. There was a sound of howling livestock, and the carcasses of the livestock were displayed in the tent.
In front of him, the shaman danced and offered sacrifices to him.
At the end, all the relatives and friends walked the horse seven times around the tent. The translator came close to the dancing horse’s ear and said: “Turkic people especially worship the number seven.”
"Oh why."
"This is a unique custom of the Turks. They regard the numbers from one to six as the four directions of east, south, west, north, up and down. And "seven" means reaching the end.
, then "seven" means the middle position. You must know that this middle position is the most remarkable, and it is the same all over the world.
In our Sui Dynasty, China also had a high status. "Zhongyuan" and "Zhongyong" were nothing more than this, and the "seven" in Turks represented the middle and the end of the direction. Even the old Turks believed that seven was the middle.
Pointing to the heaven, earth, mountains, rivers, and all things, it means the beginning of the universe. Therefore, Turks have a lot of emphasis on the number of seven. For example, after a person dies, in addition to the horse walking around the tent seven times, seven lamps need to be lit, and the baby can only be named after seven days after birth.
And so on..."
As he was talking, he saw a woman walking behind the horse, shaving her face with a knife, and crying miserably. Blood and tears flowed for a while, so he continued to explain: "This is called noodle, and it also requires seven times.
That woman is the wife of the deceased."
Soon, I saw people carrying the body out of the tent, pulling out an old and thin horse from the crowd, tying it to a pole next to the deceased, stabbing him to death, and falling to the ground bleeding. The translator added:
"This horse was the deceased's favorite horse to ride. According to Turkic custom, it will be buried with him."
After the horse died, everyone carried boxes, covered the deceased and the horse with a pile of clothes, lit a bunch of torches, and cleared the grass around them. In an instant, a raging fire ignited and burned until there was no more left.
Burned, leaving only a cloud of ashes on the ground.
Everyone began to collect the ashes. The translator suddenly pointed to a place on the scene and said, "Look, Mr. Dancer."
Wu Ma looked along and saw Sunong Dalai sneaking into a place among the crowd, picking up a handful from the ashes on the ground and putting it into his arms, with a solemn look on his face. The translator smiled and said: "Wu Langjun
, there is a good show to watch today." Asked him what the good show was, but he pretended to be inscrutable, said nothing, and only whetted people's appetites.
Everyone picked up the ashes and walked west. The two dancing horses followed from a distance to see where they were going.
I don’t know how long I walked, but I finally arrived at an open cemetery. In addition to tombstones everywhere, there were countless stone carvings.
The two dancing horses also arrived, and they found a small hill in the distance and climbed up to have a look. When they reached the top of the hill, he suddenly felt in a trance, as if something mysterious was sending a vague and vague sound to him from somewhere in the cemetery.
's call.
At this moment, something seemed to tremble at the cuff of his sleeve. When he touched it inside his sleeve, it turned out to be Tian Deping's eyeballs that he had picked up in the secret room earlier.
Ever since Dancing Horse got this eyeball, it has always been cold, but now it is slightly warmer, but I don't know why.
Looking at the cemetery, everyone walked to a cemetery that had been prepared in advance. There was a stone tablet standing in the tomb. There were about a thousand stone sculptures in the open space in front of the tablet, all of which were human figures. They also heard the translator say: "Dance."
Sir, you see, the stone sculptures placed in front of this cemetery represent the enemies killed on the battlefield in front of the deceased. How many stone sculptures were killed, how many stone sculptures were placed. Look at these more than a thousand stone sculptures, and there are more than a thousand more behind them.
Dead man, burying him right away is truly a great evil spirit."
What happened next was not surprising. Everyone buried the ashes in the tomb, closed the soil, and got up to go back.
At this moment, Sunong Dalai suddenly saw Sunong Dalai raising his hands high and kneeling down towards Shibi Khan.
"Here comes the good show." The translator chuckled, "Look, he is holding the handful of ashes in his palms tightly."
"It looks like they are ashes. What kind of strange custom is this?"
"Let me guess, the big Turk who died this time must be a close relative of Sunung Dalai. He took out a handful of the ashes of his close relative, and naturally wanted to point it at the person who had gone to follow Tengger.
My relatives swear."
"swear?"
"Yes, I guess this Sunong Dalai must have fallen in love with a certain girl, so on such a solemn occasion, he swore on the ashes of his relatives and asked Shibi Khan for a marriage. Let me guess, this
The girl this guy likes must not be simple, otherwise why would there be such a fight.
Moreover, the ashes of a close relative are so precious, and they are great people. How could they be easily obtained without the consent of the deceased? Presumably, the deceased had a last wish before his death, asking Sunong Dalai to marry the girl back."
It is not simple. Princess Ashinayan, the daughter of Shibi Khan, is certainly not simple. Thinking of this, Wu Ma suddenly had the idea of watching a show in his heart. These days, he was led by Qingxia, wandering in the clouds and mist.
After going around in circles, he still feels a little in the dark and his thoughts are not smooth. To be honest, he wants to see Qingxia's unlucky appearance.
Wu Ma also knew that Qingxia did not like to see Sunong Dalai. He vaguely remembered that Qingxia had mentioned to him before that Princess Yicheng intended to marry Qingxia to the children of a large family in the clan, and that family was siding with Princess Yicheng.
Yes, Qingxia's life would be very difficult if she married her.
Recalling the previous conflict between Qingxia and Sunong Dalai in Solchuk, Wu Ma guessed that Sunong Dalai was most likely a descendant of that wealthy family. Well, let's see how Qingxia responded.
In the center of the cemetery, Sunong Dalai had a conversation with Shibi Khan. He looked excited and could not restrain his emotion. Suddenly he took out a dagger from his arms.
Wu Ma took a closer look and saw that the dagger was exactly the one the woman used to cut her face.
Sunung Dalai took off his upper body clothes and became bare-armed. He used the knife to make seven cuts on his chest. The cuts were bloody. Then he raised his hand and pointed to the sky, facing Shibi Khan and Qingxia.
What did she say? Qingxia's face was really ugly.
The translator added: "This time is terrible. At the funeral of the deceased, he took the knife used to cut the face and cut it seven times in a row. I guess what this young man said must be an oath to Tengger."
, what do you mean by going to Princess Ashinayan to be your wife, and being loyal to her all your life, until death, and never breaking this oath, and so on and so forth. Ah, the real seven swords, this kind of oath is extremely effective in Turks.
, is more powerful than the king's law. If you violate it in the future, you will be thrown into the palace after death. Shibi Khan will probably agree."
Just when Shibi Khan was smiling and about to say something, Qingxia suddenly stood up from the queue, knelt down and kowtowed seven times to Shibi Khan, and said something else.
After hearing this, Khan's face suddenly turned ugly.