The fruit of killing life

Chapter 1 Corpse Ritual
Chixian Shenzhou.

Dayan, Jianming 15 years.

Beimang Mountain.

The mountain is hundreds of miles in length and width, surrounded by mountains and rivers, densely packed with trees, and green like clouds.

Countless tombs with a height of tens of feet are buried with countless princes, generals, and famous people in history.

There are also layers of mass graves accumulated due to thousands of years of wars and epidemics, with piles of bones and fire everywhere.

In addition, there are many ferocious birds and beasts, goblins and wild ghosts in the mountains and forests.

Since ancient times, it has been known as the "Baiguyuan" at the foot of the mountain, the "Land of the Dead" in the mountain, and the "Cliff of No Return" on the mountain.

Even those brave and savage talents dare not go wandering in the mountains when they have nothing to do, and ordinary people even avoid them for fear.

however.

Guhuaiao Daling Village, located at the foot of Beiman Mountain, is just such a different kind.

In the evening, the setting sun was heavy and dark.

In the Wang's ancestral hall located in the very center of the village, a grand and weird "corpse sacrifice" ceremony for sacrificing ancestors has come to an end.

The melody is weird and straight to the heart of the suona sound.

"Clan elders offer wine—!"

A fair and clean boy about fourteen or five years old, wearing a majestic official uniform of the Taoist general, sat on the vermilion altar with a "Statue of a White Tiger Sitting in the Hall".

With a dazed expression, he took all kinds of fine wines presented by the head of the Wang clan and the clan elders with jade wares.

First sprinkle a part of the wine on the ground, use the aroma of the wine to attract ghosts and gods in the dark, take a sip by yourself, and put the rest on the altar under your feet.

The incense was lingering, the suona was blaring, and the yellow mantle was fluttering. Although the crowds were crowded, it made people feel a bit of hell for no reason.

After nine times in a row, the entire ancestral hall was filled with a strong aroma of wine, and the young man's fair and handsome face was also slightly flushed.

under the altar.

The patriarch of the Wang clan, who was wearing a gorgeous sacrificial attire but was as tall and fierce as a tiger or leopard, was secretly relieved when he saw that although the boy's movements were a little slow, he still completed the sacrificial rituals meticulously.

'Although this kid is born stupid, he is quite obedient.

In fact, more than ten years have passed, even if he is the eldest son and grandson of the ancestors, he has long since ceased to pose any threat to me.

Originally, I just wanted to let you fend for yourself, but I can only blame you for your own bad luck. '

With a cold light in his eyes, he raised his head and winked at the clan elder who presided over the ceremony.

The latter understood, and the "corpse sacrifice" ceremony continued.

"The children and grandchildren pay homage to the ancestors and princes! Kowtow!"

Under the leadership of the patriarch, hundreds of members of the Wang family, old and young, all knelt down and kowtowed to the boy sitting on the altar.

Of course, it was not the young man himself that everyone bowed to, but the first ancestor of the Daling Wang family, the "prince and tiger minister" he played at this time.

This boy is the "corpse" in the "corpse sacrifice".

According to the ancient sacrificial customs of the Yan Han Dynasty - there must be a corpse in the sacrifice!
The "corpse" here is not a corpse, but an ancestor or god played by people during the sacrifice.

The actors of "corpse" are usually direct descendants of the deceased.

Once he becomes a "corpse", he represents the ancestors or gods during the sacrifice. Even when the state sacrifice is held, the king of a country has to salute and offer wine to the "corpse".

The allusion "vegetarian meal in a corpse" comes from this ancient "corpse sacrifice" ceremony, and it is also a model of eating without working.

As the "corpse sacrifice" ended, night gradually fell.

Hundreds of Wang clan members filed out, and only one young man carrying a food box remained at the end.

After serving a sumptuous meal to the noble "corpse", he didn't even dare to say a word, as if there was something terrifying chasing after him, he retreated as if fleeing.

With light steps, he disappeared outside the gate of the ancestral hall in just a few strides, obviously with good skills.

Only the dazed young man dressed as the ancestor of the Wang family was left alone, sitting alone on the altar, like a clay-bodied wood sculpture in the flickering candlelight.

Until it was confirmed that the last footsteps also completely disappeared in the darkness outside the door.

Wang Yuan's originally dull face suddenly collapsed, his eyes regained his agility, and he desperately rubbed his somewhat stiff cheeks, sighing silently in his heart:

'15 years, do you know how I got here all these years?

If labor and capital continue to stay here, they will be killed by these so-called blood relatives sooner or later! '

Even though there was no one here, he didn't say what was in his heart. Obviously, being cautious had become an instinct for this young man.

Since his birth, the traverser Wang Yuan was lucky enough not to experience the mystery of the womb.

But the child's body is too weak to match his reincarnated soul with complex memories.

Therefore, in the nearly 15 years since he was a child, his consciousness was sometimes sober and sometimes silent.

In most of the quiet time, he looks like a fool with an IQ of only three or four years old, which is also the inherent cognition of all Wang clan people, and there is no doubt about him.

However, as his body continued to grow, Wang Yuanzhu's conscious time became longer and longer.

Just during the "corpse sacrifice" just now, the incongruity between his soul and body in this life has completely dissipated, and the state of stupidity is gone forever!

At this moment, Wang Yuan is more clearly aware of his dangerous situation than ever before.

The source of the crisis is none other than the Daling Wang clan in Beimang Mountain who were still bowing down to him just now!
Speaking of the King of Daling, one has to mention Chixian Shenzhou, where the Dayan Dynasty is located.

This is an undeniably mysterious world.

Taoism manifests its holiness, mountain spirits and wild ghosts roar proudly in the mountains and forests, monsters and monsters emerge in endlessly, even the immortality that everyone pursues is not a fantasy.

In addition to the extremely rich funerary objects in the tomb on Beiman Mountain, the bones left by princes, generals, and famous people in history are one of the most excellent training materials.

Of course, it is impossible to have less human care.

The Wang family who lived in Daling Village, Guhuaao at the foot of the mountain, were the mausoleum guards responsible for guarding the mausoleum of the royal family of this line since the burial of "Yili King Zhou Yi", the first Luoyang King of the Dayan Dynasty.

This job has been passed down from generation to generation by members of the Wang clan, and it has lasted for nearly 200 years.

coincidentally.

Wang Yuan, who was born in this family, accidentally discovered that not only his name, appearance, date of birth, and even birthmarks in this life are exactly the same as those in his previous life, he is simply another self in a parallel world.

He was already alone in his previous life. It should be a great thing to be able to live a new life with this kind of starting point, and still hope to have a glimpse of the Taoism and Immortal Art that can make him immortal.

But most of the Wang clan headed by the patriarch Wang Yunhu obviously don't think so.

His lineage started 200 years ago. It is the main lineage of the prince's eldest son, eldest son, and eldest grandson.

It stands to reason that Wang Yuan's parents died young and he became an orphan tragically, and he was born "stupid". In any case, he would not threaten the interests of others, let alone be eliminated by others.

But who let him, the sole heir of the long house, still have a thousand acres of private land?
Although the Wang clan has not only received the salary of the Great Yan court in these years, but also has the family land that is exempt from taxes to support them, their life is still considered rich.

But not counting the private land of each family, the family land that is the foundation of the family is only two thousand mu in total.

It is conceivable that the thousand acres of fertile land that Grandpa Wang Yuan exchanged with his military exploits back then was so enviable.
Every man is innocent of his guilt.

A bad tradition that has existed since ancient times—eating out of households—naturally fell on Wang Yuan.

And the current patriarch, Wang Yunhu, is a good man.

Although I ate the big head, I also know the truth of the rain and dew. As long as there is no one in the clan who can pant, they all get a share of the pie.

In the whole family, no one cares that this is actually a family property earned by others, but everyone is praising Wang Yunhu's benevolence and righteousness.

Individuals with a conscience, at best, ignore it and do not know what to do.

Seeing that Wang Yuan will be 15 years old in one month, he will be enrolled in the army and become an official mausoleum guard receiving the imperial salary.

The clan needs to report to the "Daling Secretary" who is in charge of the affairs of the tombs of each royal family, and even the "Shengong Supervisor" who guards the imperial tombs in the capital.

At that time, the fact that the clan jointly embezzled the land of Wang Yuan's family must not be concealed.

In fact, even if they don't report at that time, Shangfeng will definitely come to ask and assess.

So there was this "corpse sacrifice" with him as the protagonist.

Wang Yuan looked at the dimly lit, empty and gloomy ancestral hall, and showed a somewhat ugly smile:

"The whole family is thinking about killing labor and capital without anyone noticing, and then inherit my family's thousand acres of fertile land with peace of mind.

If I hadn't been a 'fool', I'm afraid I wouldn't even be able to live now, and I would be reincarnated in a daze.

No, in this mysterious world, it is difficult to reincarnate and be a human again. "

Earning the advantage of being a "fool", others didn't even bother to deliberately avoid him when they were plotting and tricking, and naturally let him overhear a lot of inside information.

The crisis of life and death is tonight!

In this world where Taoism manifests holiness, the "corpse" in "corpse sacrifice" is naturally not so easy to be.

The descendants connected by blood are only the most basic conditions. Under normal circumstances, they must be over [-] years old, have sufficient energy and blood, strong horoscopes, and big zodiac signs, preferably the four phases of dragon, tiger, ox, and horse.

Even so, accidents cannot be avoided.

Because the duty of the "corpse" is to communicate with ghosts and gods, and sometimes it is also a container for ghosts and gods, so it is born to attract Yin!

If you don't use cinnabar, peach wood, talisman seals, magic tools, etc. to protect in advance at the place of worship.

The fact that the ancestors didn't come is the next best thing. If you accidentally attract the ferocious [Yinwu] wandering around, and even the [Strange] that some mortals can't resist, the death rate is [-]% horrible.

Wang Yuan will never forget that during the ancestor worship six years ago, the "corpse" was carried out from the ancestral hall by a group of people the next day.

His whole body was dark, shriveled and skinny, and he had already changed from a fake "corpse" to a real one.

Although Wang Yuan is in the direct line of his ancestors, he was born in the Year of the Tiger, but he didn't even celebrate his 15th birthday, so he didn't meet the conditions to be a "corpse".

But at this point, no one in the whole family has raised any objections, and the secretive activities behind this are self-evident.

What's even more helpless is that even if Wang Yuan has fully recovered his consciousness, there is nowhere to escape now.

As part of the sacrificial rituals, the "corpse" must sit in the ancestral hall for a full night, enjoying the incense sacrifice instead of the ancestors, and must not leave the ancestral hall for half a step during this period.

Wang Yuan knew very well, even though there was no one in front of him, there must be people from the tribe arranged by Wang Yunhu waiting outside the ancestral hall.

Once he ran out unruly, whether he was dragged back and sent to the ancestral hall again, or beaten to death on the spot for disrespecting the ancestors, it was no longer up to him.

At the beginning of the full recovery of consciousness, he fell into this dangerous situation.

All he can do is to fill all the oil lamps in the ancestral hall with sesame oil, and put all the peach and wood ritual utensils that have been enshrined in the ancestral hall for many years by his side.

Then he comforted himself:
"It's okay, it's okay, the Wang family holds a 'corpse sacrifice' for their ancestors every year, hasn't there been that accident in the past ten years?"

Sitting back on the altar again, his eyes were fixed on the entrance of the ancestral hall.

Secretly made up his mind, it's okay if there are no weird things, once there is a situation, he will run away immediately, rushing out of the ancestral hall, and let those white-eyed wolves guarding outside be his scapegoats!
but.

As the night got darker, Wang Yuan, who was already very tired after being directed and busy for a whole day, inexplicably felt his eyelids getting heavier and heavier.

Unable to restrain himself, he sat on the altar and fell into a deep sleep.

As the night darkened, the whole village fell into silence.

suddenly.

Tick, tick.
Feeling a bit cold, Wang Yuan was awakened by the sound of dripping water that seemed to ring in his ears.

"It's raining?"

As if waking up from a dream, a thought flashed through his mind.

Just about to get up, I was shocked to find that my whole body seemed to be pressed by a heavy object, and I couldn't even move my fingers.

Until I exhausted all my strength, I tried to open the eyelids that seemed to be hung with lead pendants, and saw the thing standing in front of me clearly.

hiss!
His scalp exploded, and cold sweat instantly soaked his back.

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(End of this chapter)