Ji Tang

Chapter 1501: The ancestor appeared.
"Next, please enjoy the grand occasion!"

As soon as he finished speaking, all the music stopped. Just as everyone was puzzled, a group of savages holding stone and wooden spears, wearing animal skins and simply covering the shameful parts of their bodies appeared in the hall.

Suddenly, there was a roar of an animal, which frightened everyone. Just as everyone was frightened, they saw that it was a tiger, lion and other ferocious beasts dressed up by humans.

"Woooooo~"

When the 'savages' saw the beast, they shouted loudly. Some were terrified, some fell to the ground, and some turned and ran away.

"Woo~"

At this critical moment, one of the "savages" suddenly shouted loudly, and everyone who was about to flee stopped.

Let's call him the leader of the 'savages' for now. The leader of the 'savages' said something to the crowd, and the originally cowardly 'savages' calmed down. They all held their wooden spears tightly and stared at the 'beast'.

Just when everyone in the hall didn't understand, a magnetic, clear and melodious voice sounded. Under the echo of the hall, it seemed extremely ethereal. Coupled with the scene at the scene, it was like a call from ancient times, making everyone hold their breath!
"What you are seeing is the hunting scene of our Chinese ancestors in ancient times. People at that time had no metal weapons, no writing, no language, and no powerful army. All they had was the hope of surviving in the wilderness."

"When they faced the wild beasts, some were timid and some retreated. But some faced the danger head-on, because they knew that if they failed to hunt successfully, what awaited them would be a fate more cruel than death. They would die of hunger!"

The ethereal voice paused briefly, as if waiting for everyone to digest it.

As the sound rang out, the scene in the field began to change. The hunt was successful, but there were heavy casualties. After hastily collecting the dead tribesmen, they carried the prey back and forth without any time to grieve.

Soon, the scene changed again, and old men, women, children, and disabled people wearing animal skins appeared in front of everyone. They looked forward to it, and when they saw the tribal warriors carrying the prey, they all cheered.

But soon they quieted down, and when all the people who had returned from hunting appeared, everyone fell silent.

An old man appeared in front of the warriors with a wooden stick, waving his hands and feet as if he was expressing something. After a moment, the old man turned back trembling slightly. Looking at his back, for some reason, many envoys in the hall began to cry bitterly.

".The hunt was successful, but the heavy price paid made everyone unhappy. They repeated this scene day after day, year after year, just to keep the tribe going."

“This is the living scene of our ancient ancestors!”

Li Shimin clenched his hands. He did not expect Ji Song to present events from ancient times in the form of a story.

Looking at the weeping messengers and their attire, one could tell which of them were still tribal forces. Facing this familiar scene, it was hard not to empathize with them.

That's how they are!
The scene began to change, and an old man was seen sitting alone under a tree. His face was full of vicissitudes, and his hands were full of calluses, indicating that he was once a warrior.

But.he is old.

He could no longer contribute to the tribe. Days and nights passed, and under the special effects of the lights, everyone soon realized that this was imitating the alternation of the sun and the moon. It was unknown how many days and nights had passed, and the old man repeated this day after day.

Until one day, a bird that looked like a woodpecker was pecking at the tree, and suddenly, a ray of fire appeared.
Wow~
The old man sitting alone stood up suddenly, his eyes fixed on the woodpecker on the tree. When a ray of fire appeared again, he could no longer hold back and began to dance with joy.

Without caring about anything else, he found a dead stump and a sharpened stick, and tried various ways to make the two collide with each other. Until one day, he seemed to understand something, and he put a handful of fluffy cotton between the stick and the dead stump, and quickly rotated the stick with both hands.

Suddenly, a wisp of green smoke rose.
"Is this... making fire by rubbing two sticks together?" An old minister in the hall suddenly stood up and shouted loudly in excitement.

"Suiren, he is one of the three ancestors of the Chinese nation. There is no mistake. He drilled wood to make fire. Suiren, it must be him!" Everyone was excited. This was a very brilliant scene in the ancient Chinese story. After Suiren drilled wood to make fire, human ancestors completely got rid of the tradition of eating raw meat and drinking blood, and instead ate cooked food and drank hot soup. The phenomenon of fire being difficult to preserve completely disappeared. The life expectancy of humans will also be greatly improved.

Many envoys were puzzled by the scene before them. They didn’t understand why these ministers were so excited?
The Tang Dynasty scholars glanced at them with disdain. How could a group of barbarians who were still in the era of our ancestors thousands of years ago understand what this scene meant to Chinese civilization?

".After countless days and nights of hard thinking, the ancients finally mastered the flame in the hands of humans. People no longer worry about fire, and have abandoned their barbaric habits. This will be a great moment that will shine through the ages."

"People of later generations, please respect our Chinese ancestor, Suiren!" The history fan stood up solemnly and bowed towards the sky.

"No little grandchild, respect my ancestors!"

"No little grandchild, respect my ancestors!"

"No little grandchild, respect my ancestors!"

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Led by Li Chengqian, all the important officials stood up and bowed toward the sky.

However, the scene did not stop. As time passed, Youchao invented houses, and humans no longer lived in dark and damp caves. Ziyi invented clothes, and humans began to know shame. Shennong tasted hundreds of herbs, and Fuxi invented the wheel of man.
When the characters in the stories and legends appeared one after another, everyone was deeply shocked. This was the most brilliant and dazzling moment in Chinese history. Because of the legacy of the ancestors, they are what they are today. Without the wisdom and sacrifice of the ancestors, there would be no brilliant Chinese civilization today.

Boom~
A loud thunder sounded, and an old man in sackcloth clothes was seen writing the human word "天" one by one.

It was like the creation of the world, with lightning and thunder, the howling of lonely wolves, and a mysterious voice singing in the ears.

With writing, mankind has a heritage, and this person is the "ancestor of writing".

"Future generations will worship Wenzu!"

"Future generations will worship Wenzu!"

"Future generations will worship Wenzu!"

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Li Shimin stood up again and bowed solemnly toward the sky. Suddenly, there were lightning and thunder outside the hall, heavy wind and rain, and a mysterious voice echoed in his ears as if responding to everyone.

"The ancestors have appeared. It's the ancestors who have appeared!"

At this time, the group of scholars in the hall no longer cared about the saying that scholars do not talk about strange things. How could such a coincidence happen in the world? Why did it happen at this time? The wind and rain came, and there were thunder and lightning? You know, the Imperial Astronomical Observatory said it was a sunny day today.

Li Shimin could no longer sit still. He quickly walked out of the hall and looked at the rapidly changing dark clouds and lightning, with a hint of excitement in his eyes.

"Descendants of later generations worship our ancestors. If they have spirits, please bless our Chinese civilization to prosper and protect the people of our Tang Dynasty from illness and disaster. I will build a temple for you ancestors, and future emperors will offer sacrifices to you. As long as there is one Chinese citizen left and the Tang Dynasty exists, the incense will never stop. Please let the ancestors know."

As soon as the words fell, a thunderous roar louder than before sounded above everyone's heads. Just as everyone was horrified, they saw the dark clouds retreat at a speed visible to the naked eye, and when the moonlight reappeared, everyone seemed to be in a dream.