Chapter 16 The sky hangs down its image, like the sun rises
Yuzai did not fall asleep. He was not far from the fire, and Wu had good hearing. Of course, thanks to the silence at night, there was no influence from noisy sounds.
The old patriarch was telling stories to the five children, and when Yu Pan saw Yu Zai, he stood up immediately.
"witch!"
The five children all stood up straight. The old patriarch turned his head and nodded to Yu Zai.
"Wu, why aren't you sleeping yet?"
Yu Zai said: "The story from fifty years ago was about Dayi shooting the sun?"
The old patriarch smiled: "Yes, it is that hero. He is the most respected person in the world, and he is also the hero of all tribes in the world."
"I didn't expect that the witch actually knew this story. It was the old witch who told you."
Yu Zai nodded. Of course, in fact, the old witch did have it in his inherited memory. Coupled with the legend of shooting the sun that has been passed down for thousands of years in later generations, Yu Zai was shocked when he encountered the real scene of shooting the sun.
One can imagine.
"Ten days together, the crops will be scorched, the vegetation will be killed, and the people will have nothing to eat."
"Children, chiseled teeth, nine infants, strong winds, seals and snakes are all harmful to the people."
"Tao Tang then sent Yi to kill the nine infants in the wilderness of Chouhua, kill the nine infants on the ferocious water, and send the strong wind to the swamp of Qingqiu. He shot upwards for ten days and went down to kill the scorpions, cut off the snakes and repaired them in the cave, and captured Feng.
He grew up in the mulberry forest. All the people were happy and made Tao Tang the emperor."
The story of Dayi happened decades ago, and he obviously didn't finish it in a year and a half by killing so many strange beasts.
The earliest legend about dynasties is that it was started by Yao. He gathered many tribes and had Yi fight in all directions on his behalf, repelling those extremely powerful mountain and sea beasts.
Chi Fang'er's eyes sparkled with longing.
Renxiong! The great hero of the Central Plains!
"Where have the ten suns gone?"
He asked, and the old patriarch smiled: "Nine of the ten suns were shot down. In fact, those ten suns were all golden crows in the sky. The last one was so frightened that it ran back to the sky.
Dongfang fled and never appeared again, but everyone thought it was the sun hanging in the sky."
"How is this possible? The sun in the sky has existed forever, and the one who escaped is just a flying bird."
Yuzai smiled and answered: "It is said that it is the Fuso Golden Crow from Dongfang Tang Valley. If you ask the Siyue Clan, Chengshan Clan, and Kusaka Clan for this kind of thing, you should be able to get the answer."
The old patriarch laughed: "The Rixia clan could see Tanggu, but there was nothing they could do. After being expelled for ten days, Tao Tangcai ordered the Xi clan and the He clan to send people out, so Xizhong went to Dongfang Tanggu and lived in the ancient area of Heyi.
Yushan, looking eastward under the hibiscus trees, observing the movement of celestial phenomena, this is the day of spring."
The Rixia clan is a clan that is located in the Four Wildernesses and far to the east.
The old patriarch continued to say to several children: "The remaining nine suns were all shot down, but after the shooting, no one knew where the nine golden crows fell."
"It is said that one of the golden crows fell to the west, and in the vast wilderness of the west, there was a mountain called Chengdu Zaitian, and the Kuafu family lived in it. Seeing the sun setting in the west, they wanted to reach out and catch it, so there was a mountain called Chengdu Zaitian when your fathers were young.
Stories I’ve heard.”
"Kuafu dies day by day."
For young people, Dayi and Kuafu are heroes who only exist in fantasy, but many people in the world know them because they have done earth-shattering things.
The old patriarch said: "The westward sun scorched the grass and trees on Mount Zaitian in Chengdu, which made Kuafu furious."
These are all familiar ancient stories, but they reflect the spirit of struggle of people who do not surrender to mountains and seas. When I was studying in the past, I did not have too deep feelings, but until now
He was deeply shocked by the spirit of Dayi, Kuafu and others.
The flames crackled, and Yu Zai took out the extinguished fire of the tribe. It was a stone, which was the broken fragments of the original fire stone. Bit by bit, it showed a charred charcoal structure.
It looks a bit like coal ore, but its internal structure is slightly different.
Yuzai threw the stone into the bonfire.
As expected, ordinary flames cannot make any changes to this stone.
The young people looked at the stone, and the old patriarch said: "These are the fragments of the fire. When it burns again, the wood will sprout, and you will be able to truly imitate the totem and become a great warrior."
Ruanzai stared at the fire stone in the flame, and his spirit and will seemed to be drawn into it.
The old patriarch's voice became fainter and fainter, and the young people's questioning voices gradually became inaudible.
Everything is silent.
Ruzai raised his head. At this moment, it seemed that the fire was extinguished and the tribe disappeared. He was sitting alone on the stone pier, and the lush forest between heaven and earth also turned into desolation.
He saw a huge sun at the end of the wilderness in the distance.
The vast wind stretched endlessly. They swept in from afar, and the hair of Sun Zai was blown up. The sound of the clothes made of hemp could not stop, and it seemed that they would be torn to pieces at any time.
"This is what happens when a witch pays attention to fire."
Yu Zai didn't feel scared or confused. This was already recorded in the old witch's inherited memory.
Inherited memory is really a good thing. It integrates the memories of one generation and then passes them on to the next shaman.
Yuzai placed her hands in a fist-like shape and gradually closed the distance between her arms.
"This is the gesture of blessing."
Blessing is an act often mentioned by shamans. It means both blessing and prayer, and of course it can also be used as a "curse".
For example, among the ten witches in Lingshan, Wu Xian was famous for his medical skills. Later, the inheritance of the ten witches was scattered. Wu Xian's profession as a medical clinic was preserved until Emperor Yao. This Wu Xian used Hongshu as Yao's doctor, and he could bless people with good fortune and heal people.
Of course, when it comes to human diseases, he also has a means of "unfortunately urging", wishing the trees to wither and the birds to fall.
This kind of wizard has broken away from the ranks of witches and great witches and can be called divine witches.
The sun in the distance represents the witchcraft of Yuzai itself, and this desolate world is the stone on which the fire is placed.
Such desolation means that the fire is dead.
Yu Zai did not try to save this fire, because as long as the tribe cannot regain its vitality, the fire will always be in this dead state. In the final analysis, people rely on fire, and fire also relies on people.
Yuzai looked to the sun for strength.
This was also the first time he had a conversation with his own witchcraft.
"I thought I could see the copper-uranium mica pit, but I didn't. Who are you? Could it be that if I really awakened the power of the sun, wouldn't I also be a golden crow?"
"Fusion reaction"
Yu Zai sent a message to the sun, and the vast winds sweeping around the sun brought its voice back.
The scorching light and heat poured into Yu Zai's body, answering his prayer!
Yuzai opened his mouth and heard those voices. The next thing he had to do was to recite:
"Weiyue descends upon the gods, and the sky hangs down its image, like the rising sun!"