This is the country that was granted the title of Duke Zhao’s Miao descendants, Yan!
In Jicheng, the capital of Yan, within the ancestral temple of the state of Yan.
The majestic Gantang sacred tree has long lost the nourishment of the radiance of humanity.
The virtue of Duke Zhao has declined, and the rule of Ji Zhou has perished.
Although the holy tree is alive, life is worse than death.
This holy tree, which once shone in all directions and spread the light of enlightenment wherever there were well fields, should have perished long ago when the well field system collapsed.
However, the former Haojing, later Luoyang, and now the Yan Kingdom have all tried various methods to extend the life of the sacred tree.
Countless incense, copper, magical medicines, and spiritual objects were all sent to the ancestral temple to become nutrients to support the sacred tree.
Even so, the Holy Tree is still getting worse day by day.
First, the glory of humanity was lost, and then the merits of enlightenment were lost.
In the end, even the remaining merits of heaven were exhausted.
What is left is just a holy tree that has lived for 360,000 years and can no longer teach the world, struggling with decay every day.
Looking at the majestic body of the holy tree.
The already old Zongzheng of Yan State sighed leisurely.
He was born under the light of the sacred tree and grew up in its shade.
It's a pity that he has never seen the glory of the holy tree.
Probably, we will never see him again.
Suddenly, at a certain moment.
Lao Zongzheng heard loud praises.
"Cover Fu Gantang, don't cut or cut it, it's what Zhao Bo did!"
He raised his head and saw a majestic holy tree hanging down with countless rays of light in the sky above the ancestral temple.
Faintly, there are countless figures, praising and singing under the sacred tree.
"Cover the Fu Gantang, don't cut it, don't cut it, it's what Zhao Bo did..." Lao Zongzheng couldn't help but sing along.
But from the corners of his eyes, crystal tears flowed out.
Because he knows.
What he saw were echoes of the distant past.
This will only happen under one condition: the tree will die completely.
Before dying, the holy tree of enlightenment, which once taught the world and comforted all surnames, will look back and look for its most glorious moment.
"Cover the Fu Gantang, don't break the jian, don't let Zhao Bo rest!" The loud hymn reverberated throughout the ancestral temple and rang in every corner of Jicheng.
As a result, in Jicheng, all the descendants of Duke Zhao burst into tears for no apparent reason, and also sang along for no apparent reason.
Ancient scenes are reflected in the sky above Jicheng.
In the distant past, Jicheng was still a field.
A small Gantang tree was planted by an old man who was surrounded by countless brilliance.
Set in this pastoral land of hope.
"In the whole world, is it the land of the king? On the shore of the land, is it the king's ministers!"
"Since there is a well in a square mile, the well is 900 acres, and eight households are farming together. The middle is public land. It must be public before private!"
"Four wells are a city, and a gentleman is placed there to teach..."
"The four towns are hills, please teach them as masters!"
"The four hills are the county, and I order you to teach them. If you are virtuous, you will die as a ghost and god. From life to life, you will teach the people how to farm and protect the four directions!"
"The four counties are the capital, and the immortals and gods are ordered to teach them!"
In the songs of the ancestors who have gone through vicissitudes of life, there are words of kindness, spoken slowly.
Plan the best and most beautiful government for the world, and formulate policies for long-term peace and stability for the Tao.
Countless descendants of Ji Zhou, monks, and gods, under the call of those two saintly and virtuous men, rushed to the world and traveled to various places.
The orthodox tradition is flourishing.
As merits and virtues continue to grow, education becomes more and more prosperous.
However……
"Cover the Fu Gantang, don't cut it, don't worship it, as Uncle Zhao said!"
The praise took a turn for the worse here.
The ancestors' songs began to sob, become low and sad.
This is the tragedy of Taoism and the tragedy of education.
The descendants of Duke Zhao saw that large tracts of well fields were starting to become deserted.
I saw the moment when the emperor of the southern expedition, with Zong Zhou's hope, degenerated into a tyrant and an army of beasts on the bank of the Han River.
When Master Wang's blade is stained with the blood of innocents.
When the benevolent and righteous soldiers who are supposed to protect the people and punish the people's crimes turn their weapons against the people they are preparing to guard and protect.
Cause and effect screams in rage.
Everything that happened in the past was immediately denied by humanity.
So, on the bank of the Han River, stepping on the corpses of countless mortals, King Wen and King Wu began to establish and polish the King Master. Before he truly became a King Master and was recognized by humanity, he was cursed and dragged into the deepest and darkest abyss.
The backlash begins immediately.
The emperor who marched south and everything he brought with him were buried in the waves of the Han River.
Since then, Ji Zhou's luck has declined irreparably.
I saw the beacon smoke burning in Haojing again.
The figure of the nine-tailed fox appears among them.
Surrounded by evil spirits, the shadow of the witch clan is cast on Hao Jing's formation.
The bite of a hundred hubs shattered in an instant.
King Wen's Zhouyuan Immortal River was shattered inch by inch as the earth trembled.
When all visions are over.
When the sobs and sorrows of our ancestors disappear in our ears.
The old Zongzheng raised his head.
He saw the building collapse.
The sacred Gantang tree, which had stood and protected the Yan Kingdom for 360,000 years, collapsed inch by inch.
Turned into countless sawdust.
boom!
The ancestral temple buildings of Yan State collapsed together with the Gantang sacred tree.
Lao Zongzheng screamed and spat out a mouthful of blood.
He collapsed on the ground, looking at the bricks and rubble falling from above his head.
Neither struggling nor asking for help.
He just lowered his head and said: "It's over... everything is over!"
"That's okay! That's okay!"
The dream belongs to King Wen and King Wu, and the ideal belongs to Duke Zhou and Duke Zhao.
Today, at this moment, it completely falls and ends completely.
The Zhou Dynasty was destroyed!
Orthodoxy, perish!
Everything, everything, will usher in the final reckoning and judgment.
In the great calamity, there is also the killing.
The blood of immortals and gods will fill the rivers.
Our crimes and merits will eventually become history.
…
Guangchengzi went all the way east.
Along the waterway of Qi State, we headed towards Qilu.
In the east, on the shores of the East China Sea, the aura of the Black Emperor is looming, distantly interacting with the body of the king he sacrificed.
Therefore, he understood that his destination was in the east.
In Qilu, on the coast of the East China Sea.
Suddenly, Guangchengzi stopped.
He looked north.
In Tao's heart, there is endless sadness.
Hot tears flowed down the cheeks.
"Mercy! Mercy!"
"The sacred tree is destroyed!"
"The teachings of Zhou Gong and Zhao Gong really have no legacy left at all!"
This is something that has already been planned.
Whether King Wen or King Wu, Duke Yang of Zhou or Duke Zhao, they are all pawns of the saints, and they are all heroes who can't help themselves.
At the beginning, it started on the day when King Wen met Jiang Shang.
Everything is already determined.
Teaching requires sacrifice.
Use the Taoist tradition as a sacrifice, sacrifice the blood of countless heroes, and sacrifice the tears of countless heroes.
Like a medicine, it connects the impossible.
These are things that Guangchengzi only figured out through review after he left Chanjiao.
Feeling the complete collapse of the holy tree in the north, leaving a stir in the source of cause and effect.
Guangchengzi took a deep breath: "I must not be like King Wen or King Wu, making wedding clothes for others!"
"Let's not be like Zhou Gong and Zhao Gong, who manipulate others all their lives and be deceived until their death!" (To be continued)
