People in the early Tang Dynasty: I compete with Wu Zhao for the throne

Chapter 354 Land Sacrifice Ceremony, Misconspiracy

Wearing gold silk on a black background, Fang Xiangshi with a wide robe and big sleeves and a red and black Nuo mask, he danced Nuo opera on the huge Fangqiu non-stop.

Shake your head with a smile, shake your shoulders angrily, hook your feet and hands, bend your body round, point out quickly, rebound your wrists, and move your hands and feet to one side simultaneously.

It looks a little funny, but there is a faint feeling that the world is in harmony.

Heaven and man are one.

Nuo opera has been passed down for countless years, and it still occupies a place under the attack of Taoism and Buddhism, which is somewhat reasonable.

……

Li Xuan was wearing a crimson five-rank official robe, standing under the square mound, with her hands bound, solemn and solemn.

The surrounding people were not driven further away, they were originally part of this huge ceremony.

Nuo opera, a dance for entertaining gods inherited from the Shang and Zhou Dynasties to worship gods and dance ghosts, drive away plagues and avoid epidemics, and pray for Anqing.

The government must hold at least once a year, a large-scale ceremony like offering sacrifices to the land.

Invite Fang Xiangshi to dance the Nuo opera, praying for the blessing of God, the harvest of the grain and the well-being of the people.

Li Xuan stood at the front, followed by Zhang Yi, Du Bixing, Yan Tao, Han Jiang and other Wuzhou officials.

Yu Ze and Wang Bo stood on the left and right sides. Although the two of them have no official positions in Wuzhou, one is a writer in the palace of the palace, and the other is a master in the world's literary circles. They just happen to be guests to witness this grand event.

On both sides of the surrounding area, there are more than a dozen Taoist and Buddhist masters and mages in red and purple Taoist robes, all standing there respectfully.

Even they respect the ancient inheritance of Nuo opera.

Perhaps it is also because the myths and legends inherited by Nuo opera have a great supplementary effect on the gods and spirits of Taoism and Buddhism.

Or, the Nuo opera has gradually declined, even if the Taoist and Buddhist families do not make a move, they will die out in a short time.

Not to mention being able to pose a threat to Taoism and Buddhism, they themselves do not have their own core belief system.

Throwing away the long red sleeves, Fang Xiangshi slowly backed away respectfully.

At this moment, Li Xuan took the lead in taking steps, step by step, striding forward, and walked to the long table in front.

At this moment, the long table is already filled with grains, various fruits, meat, pastries and drinks.

The incense candle was lit, and Li Xuan respectfully inserted it into the copper tripod.

The curling blue smoke immediately flew up, straight into the indescribable void.

Under the gaze of everyone, Li Xuan stood in front of the crowd, opened the bulletin in his hand, faced the table in front of him, and the sky above, and read aloud: "

In the second year of Wei Shangyuan, the year of Yihai, the day of Renzi at Renwu in June, Biejia Li in Wuzhou said:
The good god of the land holds the power of mountains and rivers; all things are transformed and full of vitality.

All things are born in the earth, and the earth is auspicious; the good gods give widely and benefit the world.

Wu people lived here for generations, Qianlong silently blesses them.

Inheriting the past and ushering in the future, Yongtai Corning.

Thinking of the merits and virtues of good gods, you will not be guilty every time you sacrifice.

Forever, never fall!
Fu Wei, Shang Xiang! "

"Shang Xiang! Shang Xiang!" Many officials and common people present at the same time followed closely and loudly.

The voice kept reverberating in the air, and Li Xuan put the announcement on the table with a respectful expression, then stepped back a few steps, and stood in front of everyone.

It was at this time that both Buddhism and Taoism began to recite scriptures at the same time.

"Those who take advantage of the power to govern Kunyuan are respected by the nine bases of the border; those who govern the Tude in other realms guard all one side. An inch of land is not only the seal of a state; a small-scale capital official is dedicated to the affairs of Lu Yan. Xun Xun. He is called the elder, and he is called the God of Fortune for a long time." This is "Land Chaoke".

"The land here is the most spiritual of the gods, ascending to heaven and earth, going out of the dark and into the underworld, playing for me, not staying, on the day of merit, the famous book will be clear." This is the mantra of the land god.

"Ceremony of converting one's heart to fate. One side of the land, the god of good fortune and ten thousand surnames, upholds loyalty and integrity, helps the country and defends the people, and inherits simple life, towns one side and Li Shu looks up..." This is the "Fortune and Righteousness God Treasure".

Although the land is relatively low in the Taoist god system, he is a real god of good fortune and meritorious service to heaven and earth.

Li Xuan turned her head and looked to the other side.

There, a group of Buddhist monks wearing cassocks had gathered together and began to chant loudly:

"...Great compassion and great vows, great sage and great mercy, the deity Earth Store Bodhisattva Mahasattva...May I use this merit to adorn the Buddha's Pure Land. Repay the fourfold kindness and the threefold suffering.

He who witnesses it all shows empathy.Do all this to repay the body and be born in the Land of Ultimate Bliss.

Nanwu Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva. "

"Ksitigarbha Ten Wheel Sutra".

Li Xuan understood in a flash. In the inheritance system of Buddhism, it is Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva who blesses the land to become more fertile, with good weather and good harvests.

But it seems that apart from Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, there seems to be no other Buddhas and Bodhisattvas in charge of the land in Buddhism.

All Buddhists just recite the "Ksitigarbha Ten Wheel Sutra", "Ksitigarbha Sutra", and other Buddhist scriptures over and over again.

Unbearable as the earth, Contemplation as deep as a secret.

Standing in front of the crowd, Li Xuan listened to this verse in her ears and kept it in her heart.

……

Among the crowd, a young man with a straight nose and bright eyes, wearing a gray robe and a plain hat, looked at all this with a serious expression.

Before he knew it, a trace of worry flashed across his eyes.

All around were quiet people, all praying silently.

Pray that the land will be blessed with abundance and peace.

For some reason, the man suddenly turned around with a blank expression on his face, and without waiting for the end of the sacrificial ceremony, he turned and walked back.

Soon, he got out of the crowd and left Fang Qiu's place.

On the straight road, there were more than a dozen carriages parked all around.

The young man had just walked to the side of the mainland when four young men in black robes and swords across their waists surrounded him from left to right.

These young men guarded the young man's body, and then sent him to a blue-covered carriage.

The carriage moved forward slowly, heading towards Zhoucheng.

Sitting in the carriage, the young man nodded slightly with a dignified expression.

He was thinking about the current situation inside and outside the city of Wuzhou, and at the same time thinking about the situation of the entire city and nine counties in Wuzhou.

Especially what the next step should be.

The carriage quickly drove into the city, but at this moment, the carriage suddenly slowed down, and even nearly stopped.

The young man opened the car curtain and asked impatiently, "What's going on?"

"Qilang, we are setting up tables on both sides, we need to wait." A lean guard immediately came over and said a few words about the situation.

Needless to say, Shichiro has seen it clearly now.

A large group of conscripts from the state capital are starting to build wooden platforms on the left and right sides of the empty field in front of the city gate. The workers who do it are all craftsmen transferred from the state government official Cao.

It seems to have been built for a while, and it looks like it's about to take shape.

"Go and ask, what's going on?" Qilang asked in a low voice, then looked at the restaurant not far ahead and said, "Go to Xuanminglou!"

One of the guards turned around to investigate the situation, while the others took the carriage to Xuanming Building not far away.

……

"Qilang, I found out. The King of Nanchang invited real masters from Buddhism and Taoism to give lectures and debates here." The black-clothed guard stood at the door of the private room, holding a knife handle in his hand, and reported.

"Teaching the scriptures and debating the law?" Qilang frowned slightly, and quickly asked: "Have you ever asked, what scriptures are being taught and what methods are being debated?"

"No, there are only a few little Taoist priests over there now, little Shani, they don't know anything at all." The black-clothed guard couldn't help shaking his head.

"It seems that there is something going on here?" Qilang faintly noticed something, then looked at his subordinates and said, "Go out, tell the brothers, you can order whatever you want, we have to stay here for a little longer today, take a look What kind of tricks is this Nanchang king playing?"

"Here!" The black-clothed guard immediately turned around and walked out.

Shichiro walked to the window, where he happened to be able to see a similar high platform built in the distance.

Shichiro glanced around, and several familiar faces came into view at once.

These are the leading figures of the younger generation of the Wuzhou family.

It seemed that everyone began to ponder over the words and deeds of the Nanchang County King.

He walked back to the table and sat down. The table was full of wine and dishes, but Shichiro didn't have the appetite to move his chopsticks, so he picked up the jug and poured himself a glass.

The King of Nanchang took office in Wuzhou Biejia, and in just a few days, the whole Wuzhou had taken on a new look.

The cloud of war that had loomed over the entire city before had completely disappeared without a trace as he fought again and again.

This is a good thing, at least for the vast majority of people, but it is not the case for people from such aristocratic families.

The war itself is a gluttonous feast for aristocratic families to annex the land of the common people.

Once the war is eliminated, all the preliminary preparations of the aristocratic family will be wiped out.

For example, their Qian family has already lent a large amount of money to outsiders before, and in order to let the common people borrow more, they also let out a large amount of money at a discounted interest rate as much as possible.

As long as those common people couldn't pay back the money in the end, their land and property would naturally belong to the Qian family.

Don't mention anything about the law, the aristocratic family has enough means to bypass such legal provisions.

But now, if the King of Nanchang really quelled the turmoil, what would they eat?

The only hope now is that the Tianyin Sect must not stop its flags and drums, and must attack the city of Wuzhou as soon as possible, so that the people will not have a summer harvest...

"Qian Qilang!" A voice suddenly sounded from behind Qian Zhuo, and without thinking about it, a short dagger suddenly slipped from his sleeve.

Clenching his palms tightly, the sharp blade stabbed fiercely at the back.

There was a light "ding", and the blade suddenly stopped in the air.

Qian Zhuo's expression changed, and he quickly touched his waist with his left hand...

At this moment, a hoarse voice sounded from behind again: "Qian Qilang, is this how you treat old customers?"

Qian Zhuo pinched the stone powder in his hand and stopped immediately.

He turned around slowly, and an old woman with white hair and pale face was standing behind him. She was wearing a large pale green robe, which seemed a little empty. She was holding a half-human cane tightly in her right hand, and the two fingers of her left hand were tightly locked. Caught Qian Zhuo's sharp dagger.

"Who is your Excellency?" Qian Zhuo was very vigilant, looking at the old woman with fierce eyes.

The business he does is shady, but if it is known to others, it will immediately bring him a huge risk.

"Fang Yunxiu asked me to come, you can call me He Lao." While talking, He Lao let go of Qian Zhuo's dagger.

"Nonsense, Fang Yunxiu is dead, how could he let you come to me, who are you?" Qian Zhuo firmly grasped the dagger.

If he hadn't been afraid of the opponent's too high skill, otherwise, he would have stabbed fiercely again with this knife.

"You don't care who I am, you just need to know that our cooperation will continue." He Lao smiled slightly, then sat down beside him, looked at Qian Zhuo and said, "We need Bows, and crossbows, how much can you provide us this time?"

The crane and the tiger stared at Qian Zhuo covetously, and now, the bow and crossbow are what the Tianyin Sect most urgently needs.

The details of Fang Yunxiu's death had already been thoroughly investigated by He Lao during this day and two nights.

This revealed the biggest problem of Tianyin Sect, and she had to make up for it as soon as possible.

Only in this way, the next time they face Shangguan army, they will not repeat the same mistakes.

(End of this chapter)