Ancestor Bless: I built a thousand-year-old family

Chapter 380 King Susu, Jianyuan

Mausoleum.

The place where the emperor is buried.

Ji Zhao's mausoleum was built in a place with beautiful mountains and rivers. According to his last wish, it was not very luxurious, and it was far worse than those later mausoleums that were more majestic and majestic.

But the mountain is not high, there are immortals, and Ji Zhao is buried here, and this is the most sacred place.

Thousands of years have passed, and the sea has changed.

Legend has it that when Luoshen Ji Lingjun was buried here, peach blossoms filled the entire Tomb of King Su overnight.

As countless people came here, they followed the straight road paved with bluestones in the mausoleum towards the altar built. The rumbling sound startled the birds in the forest, and they cried one after another, and the branches and leaves of the peach blossom trees kept shaking. Shaking, as if welcoming Luo Jing who was walking in the front.

Walking to the end of the straight road, an altar with a large area appeared in front of you. The altar was completely made of bluestone. Some of the bluestone on the altar even had a little crack, adding some traces of time.

The history of this altar is too long. It was built during the period of King Kang. King Kang paid homage to Ji Zhao here. At that time, his status was not as high as it is now.

Later, when the emperor of Zhou moved to the east, this place became the place where the Luo family offered sacrifices to their ancestors. During the period when the two countries were at their worst, the state of Qin tried to cut off the Luo family's offering sacrifices to Ji Zhao, but it was soon let go, and thus appeared There was a strange scene, the sons of Luo Guogong's family appeared outside Xianyang of Qin State swaggeringly.

Liu Che stepped down from the imperial chariot, looked at the slightly familiar scene around him, and felt a little moved. It was here that he wore the crown of the Son of Summer and became a man who was ordered by the heavens.

Jia Yi, Luo Jing and others surrounded him, and the waiters put the sacrifices on the altar one by one. The most conspicuous one was a medium-sized tripod, which was one of the most critical ritual utensils in the sacrifice. It is called "Tongtian Ding".

As the name suggests, the tripod is said to be able to communicate with the heavens, and the priests recorded the words and then put the carrier into it to reach the heavens.

When everything was ready, everyone's eyes turned to the emperor, and Liu Che's face was solemn.

"Woo~~~"

The thick trumpets sounded, and then the musical instruments sounded in sequence. Hundreds of musicians played in sequence, which was naturally the most magnificent hymn.

"Invite the emperor to come on stage!"

Luo Shizi said loudly.

"Invite the emperor to come on stage!"

Civil and military officials and officials said loudly.

"Invite the emperor to come on stage!"

All the people who came to King Su's tomb said in unison.

The height of the sound even surpassed the sound of the stroking branches and leaves, like a bell and a drum, echoing continuously in the peach blossom forest, and the echoes continued to change.

The two princes and kings carried Liu Che's loose robes of the Son of Heaven to the altar, leaving Liu Che alone on it.

"Su Wang is here, minister Liu Che, Zhu Xiazi, the emperor of the Han Dynasty, led the civil and military officials of the Han Dynasty, the civil and military officials of the Duke Zhao, and the civil and military officials of the Lingnan Kingdom, to sacrifice to the emperor."

Liu Che plugged in the incense and lit the flame in the Tongtian Ding, and then he saw everyone under the altar kneel down like a tide.

Liu Che himself knelt down. The emperor worshiped the sky, just like a son worshiping his father. Kneeling was very reasonable.

Liu Che crossed his arms and raised them high above his head, while the others crossed their hands and lowered their heads, placing them on their chests.

"Om~"

This is the sound of the strings. During the ceremony, musicians are the only exception. After all, they are part of the ceremony themselves, and it is impossible to play music and salute at the same time.

The magnificent hymns resounded, and now, even in the land of Qinchuan, there are no people who can't sing these hymns.

People like that are rebels, they can't be officials, they can't enter the Imperial Army, they can't come here.

"Su Wang's spirit is in the sky, and Zhu Xia's glory will last for thousands of years!"

After singing over and over again, everyone stood up. Jia Yi and Luo Jing were holding a cylinder. Inside the cylinder were bamboo sticks with names written on them. If you look carefully, they are all deceased princes and princes. Below the name is the posthumous title and the explanation of the posthumous title.

Since paper was invented, bamboo sticks have gradually lost their function as a carrier of words, but other functions have been discovered, such as sacrifices, such as carriers of various mysticisms.

The two of them were not in a hurry, and they even raised their feet at about the same height. They walked slowly to Liu Che and stretched out the bamboo tube.

He threw the bamboo stick directly into the Tongtian Cauldron, and the flames rose up almost instantly, like a fire dragon, directly devouring the bamboo slips.

"Su Wang is here, and my minister Liu Che, as the son of Zhu Xia, I present to you, the posthumous posthumous title of Lingnan King Zhao Tuo, Huan!

The emperor please check it. "

Following Liu Che's words, the bamboo slips were burning fiercely in the Heaven-reaching Cauldron, and then a wisp of clearly visible white smoke fluttered from the cauldron straight to the sky.

Everyone's eyes were wide open. Even though they had seen this scene, they were still shocked, because the wisp of smoke was too straight, as if measured by a ruler.

As far as this scene is concerned, if anyone tells everyone that this is actually scientific and formed normally, he will treat everyone as a fool. This is why posthumous titles are basically in line with the real evaluation, and a few improvements or depreciations do not matter. Outrageous, because the person who assessed the posthumous title has seen this scene.

There is a god in the sky. Once people really believe that there will be retribution for doing things, and everything has cause and effect, it will really greatly improve people's moral bottom line.

Everyone waited with bated breath for the follow-up results, until the white smoke gradually dissipated, and there was no abnormal phenomenon. According to Luo Shi, this is the posthumous title passed by the emperor.

Liu Che took out another bamboo slip and threw it into the Tongtian Cauldron as well, "Su Wang is here, and my minister Liu Che, in the name of the Emperor of the Han Dynasty, hereby submit it, the posthumous posthumous title of Marquis of Wuyang Fancheng, Yuanzhuang!"

When Yuanzhuanghou of Wuyang and King Huan of Lingnan submitted their submissions, Liu Che’s appellation changed. The submission of posthumous titles was such a boring process. They had to be submitted one by one. During Liu Heng’s period, most of the posthumous titles The submission matters were left to Luo Jing, an idler. Liu Heng was very busy and had no time to do these things.

However, it is submitted once a year, plus it is impossible for someone to die every year, and sometimes there will be no princes and princes die in a year, so overall it is relatively easy, but last year, for some reason, there were nine princes and princes The death of Gongqing can be regarded as the most year since the establishment of the posthumous title system.

Liu Che repeated it over and over again, but there was no perfunctory expression on his face, and none of the officials under the altar was perfunctory, but they were all engrossed.

This is a very different place in this world. The earth where Ji Zhao lives does not have real gods. The emperor and those high-ranking nobles used to believe in gods and the existence of heaven, so the sacrifices were crazy.

However, with the explosion of the wisdom of various schools of thought, these smart people began to doubt whether there were gods or not. In addition to countless sacrifices, no miracles appeared, so they gradually regarded sacrifices as simply maintaining the rule. Behavior.

With such a mentality, it is inevitable to treat sacrifices in a perfunctory manner, but in this world, miracles clearly exist, not only in historical records, but even in front of these people, some things beyond common sense happen.

Respecting ghosts and gods in real history is to teach people not to pay attention to those gods and ghosts, but to pay attention to people themselves. The key is the word "far".

But in this world, it is true to tell everyone that people should rely on themselves and not expect the help of gods and ghosts, but they must be respected. The key is not only "far away", but also "respect"!
Liu Che and the officials waited quietly for the last trace of white smoke to dissipate. No accidents happened, and all posthumous titles were approved.

Liu Che turned to face the ministers, and said in a clear voice: "Today, when I come to pay homage to Su Wang Shang Huang Tian, ​​there is a big announcement to be made. This matter is unprecedented. If it is not presented to Su Wang Shang Huang Tian, ​​I dare not carry it out."

Jia Yi and Luo Jing looked at each other in surprise, this is not in the process, what does His Majesty want to do?
Jia Yi remonstrated in a low voice: "Your Majesty, I would like to ask you, what is the important matter you are talking about, and it is not an important matter for the society, so it is not enough to present it to King Su in person."

Liu Che laughed and said, "What I'm going to do is to benefit the country and the people. Prime Minister, I have a question, when did the late emperor die?"

Jia Yi was a little puzzled as to why Liu Che would ask this question that everyone knew the answer to, but he still said directly: "Xiaowen died in 40 years."

"Prime Minister, let me ask you again, when was Xiaowen 40 years ago?"

"Xiaowen's 39 years."

Liu Che said with a smile: "You told me it was Xiaowen's 39th year, if someone asked you when you were in Xiaowen's 39th year?

How would you like to answer? "

Jia Yi frowned instantly. After the emperor died, he was naturally called by his posthumous title or temple title, but what about when he was alive?

Jia Yi hesitated and said, "The 39th year of the Emperor."

Liu Che asked again: "Then what year is it now?"

Jia Yi said without hesitation: "Three years of the emperor."

This is not just Jia Yi, everyone understands what the emperor wants to say. The records of time are too confusing, especially the edicts and records, all of which are "years of the emperor". It is very troublesome to check the time.

"Please show your majesty."

Liu Che cheered up and said: "People have names and surnames, so there are distinctions. I want to make a number for the year and month, and call it the year number. .”

Dong Zhongshu walked up to the altar with a bamboo slip in his hand, Liu Che took it and held it high, then threw it into the Tongtian Cauldron, and said in a loud voice: "Su Wang is here, and my minister Liu Che, establish the year to rectify the world, submit it, Jianyuan , in the beginning!"

Tai Zhe, Da Ye, Shang Ye, Beginner, Shi Ye, the first reign title in history, this kind of commemorative meaning was chosen at the beginning.

Just when everyone thought that everything would go very smoothly, the bamboo slip turned into flying ash before it fell into the tripod, and then a new bamboo slip jumped out of the tripod and fell straight into Liu Che's hands.

Liu Che was taken aback, and subconsciously reached out to catch it, only to see four big characters engraved on the bamboo slips - Jianyuan, Yuanshi!

Liu Che was stunned. Trembling, he turned the bamboo slips over, and then saw the words "Great Qianyuan, the beginning of all things" written on the back, with profound words.

Silence!
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"This seemingly unremarkable bamboo slip is the legendary "Su Wang confers the year name of the Han Dynasty". It is recorded in the history books that Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty invented the year name, and then King Su lowered this bamboo slip, so there is a history. The first year name - 'Yuanshi', the great Qianyuan, the beginning of all things, is the source of this year name." - "National Museum"

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