Rebirth of the Abandoned Concubine: The Poison Goddess Doctor

Chapter 397 Sacrifice to Heaven, National Teacher Yin Jiuhua
In the next period of time, Yingchu went to the Prince Qin's mansion every now and then, and tried every means to inquire about the information about the Gu worms, but there was no progress.

Yan Nuo tracked down the origins of that group of pirates, and finally found out that there was nothing special about those people's backgrounds. The pirate leader got the Gu worms just by chance and robbed a traveler and obtained the loot.

This clue was interrupted, and Yingchu and the others felt helpless.

"At this point, we can only go to see the national teacher," Yingchu said, "I heard that the national teacher is good at witchcraft and omnipotent, maybe he has something to do."

Yan Nuo had also heard rumors about that national teacher, "But the national teacher is haunted and haunted. Even the Yin family members don't know where he is. The emperor has no choice but to summon him. We can only wait for him to come by himself. There is nowhere to beg." If it wasn't for this, he would have gone to beg a long time ago.

"Isn't the emperor going to offer sacrifices to the heavens next month?" Yingchu said, "For such a big event, the national teacher should appear."

Yan Nuo said uncertainly: "I can't say for sure. I heard that when the heaven was sacrificed last year, the national teacher only sent his apprentices, but he didn't show up."

Yingchu frowned: "Let's see when the time comes. If you can't see the national teacher, but you can see his apprentice, at least you can help us spread the word."

Yan Nuo nodded, for the current plan, this is the only way to go.

The Eastern Zhou Dynasty offered sacrifices to heaven twice a year, praying for good weather in spring and full grain harvest in autumn.If there is a special period, such as drought, flood, plague, or disaster, they may sacrifice to heaven again.

On the day of offering sacrifices to the heavens, the emperor and empress set off from the gate of the palace with all the civil and military officials, wives and noble daughters, and marched through half of the capital to reach the altar for offering sacrifices to the heavens in the east of the city.

Worshiping the heaven is not an easy job. The emperor and the empress have to climb 99 steps to the top of the altar, while the officials and wives have to kowtow in three steps, from the bottom of the altar to the feet of the empress.The higher the official position, the more steps they have to climb, and the lowest officials only need to kneel under the altar.

The early autumn sun was still scorching hot, Yingchu followed the lady, climbed the steps, knelt down and kowtowed, got up, climbed the steps again, knelt down and kowtowed, and climbed up and down repeatedly. Layers of sweat.

No wonder Gongyi Kechan took the initiative to push her out before offering sacrifices to the heavens. It turned out that the process of offering sacrifices to the heavens was so exhausting that not a single mistake could be made. It was a test for both body and spirit.

The lady in front was dripping with sweat down her neck, but she didn't dare to reach out to wipe it off, describing herself as very embarrassed.The other wives around her were not much better. If the court hadn't stipulated that every official's family must have female relatives to participate, these people would definitely not want to come here to bask in the sun.

The emperor and empress were not young anymore, and when they finally climbed to the top of the altar, the sun had almost risen to the sky, and the people who kowtowed and climbed below were even more miserable.

A young lady next to Yingchu, who looked very weak, stood up again, her body swayed, and she was about to fall. Yingchu quickly helped her up, and then let go quickly, so that no one else could see.

The young lady's face turned pale with fright. If she fell down, she would be given death for destroying the sacrifice to heaven.She gratefully thanked Yingchu in a low voice, took out a piece of mint from her sleeve, and quickly put it in her mouth.

After everyone was seated, Yingchu found that everyone around him breathed a sigh of relief.Looking around, most of the women's family members have worn out their makeup. Fortunately, everyone is very experienced.

Yingchu raised his head and looked at Yan Nuo who was at the top. He was kneeling with a group of princes and grandchildren. If he felt something, he turned around and looked at her. The two looked at each other, and they both saw a trace of disappointment in each other's eyes. It's about to start, and the person who stands on the stage to preside over the sacrifice to heaven is not the national teacher, but a Taoist priest with white beard and hair and immortal demeanor.

"The auspicious time has come, the sacrifice to heaven begins!" The Taoist's voice was not loud, but it was enough to reach everyone's ears.

A strange sacrificial sound was played, and the Taoist priests began to recite obscure sacrificial texts. This time, including the empress, everyone knelt down and listened until one of the sacrificial texts was finished. Incense was inserted into the huge incense burner.

At this moment, someone exclaimed in surprise: "The national teacher is here!"

Yingchu suddenly turned his head to look, and saw a red shadow that seemed to come from the sky, stepped to the foot of the altar in a few steps, and climbed up the steps seeming to be slow but fast.

Under the scorching sun, he was wearing a heavy red dress, his long hair was windless and his belt was fluttering.As he got closer, he could clearly see the weird insect-shaped dark patterns embroidered on his red clothes. With the movement of his footsteps, he kept walking around as if he was alive, which looked very strange.

Yingchu's whole body was stiff as if someone had acupuncture points, and she stared at the man in red in disbelief. He was the person she had caught a glimpse of in the palace, and he was the person she had been searching for for two years.

"Changjin..." Yingchu said two words in a difficult voice, looking at her without pause, as if he didn't know her, the man in red walking past her seemed to have fireworks exploding in his mind , The booming sound continued.

Yan Nuo, who was a little above, was petrified the moment he saw the appearance of the man in red. He couldn't believe his eyes. How could his brother-in-law become the national teacher of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty? !
It seemed that it was only a few breaths before the man in red climbed to the top of the altar, and nodded slightly to Emperor Hongguang in salute: "I see you, Your Majesty."

Emperor Hongguang seemed very happy when he saw him: "Master, I thought you didn't have time to come here today."

The national teacher smiled slightly: "The minister was indeed in retreat, but he was very quiet and wanted to move, and suddenly wanted to go out for a walk, so he came here." He turned his head and asked the old Taoist who was standing with his hands down, "Has the sacrifice to heaven been completed?"

The old Taoist with white beard and hair said respectfully: "Returning to Master, it's only half done."

This 80-[-]-year-old veteran turned out to be the apprentice of a national teacher who seemed to be less than [-] years old.From this point of view, the rumor that the national teacher lived for hundreds of years may not be true.

The national teacher said to the old Taoist priest: "You step down, and the rest of you will preside over it."

The old Taoist presented the sacrificial book to the national teacher with both hands, and stepped aside respectfully.

Yingchu didn't know how to spend the next sacrifice to heaven. She just knelt and kowtowed mechanically with everyone, staring at the figure in red without blinking, hoping that he was Qi Changjin, and hoping that He is not, he thinks that he is his husband, but also feels that they have no similarities at all except their looks.

The sacrifice to heaven was over in a daze, the national teacher and the empress were about to leave after a few words, Yingchu subconsciously wanted to chase, but was held back by the girl whom she had helped before.

"What are you doing?" the girl whispered, "You don't want to die? Don't run around!"

Yingchu shook off her hand vigorously, and chased in the direction the national teacher left.Yingchu has never lost her composure like this before, she can't think of anything in her head, she can't remember where she is, she can't remember the consequences of chasing after her rashly, she just wants to catch that person and ask who he is!

Seeing this, Yan Nuo's expression changed, he hesitated for a moment, and resisted not chasing him.If even he broke the rules, who can plead for sister in front of the emperor?
Everyone watched in amazement as Yingchu quickly chased after the national teacher. The national teacher has always respected transcendence, and no one dared to blaspheme. Today they just watched this woman, recklessly grabbed the national teacher's sleeve, and yelled at him. Shout: "You stop!"

The national teacher stopped, looked down at the hand holding his sleeve, then raised his eyes indifferently, looking at Yingchu.

His pupils are very black, deeper than Qi Changjin's night-like eyes, like two bottomless black holes, full of danger.His face is exactly the same as Qi Changjin's, but it is not the same, the same facial features, the same face shape, Qi Changjin is handsome and resolute, but this person is full of evil spirits.

He didn't make any movement, Yingchu withdrew his hand suddenly as if being stung, immediately moistened his fingers with Lingquan, and the burning pain slowly dissipated.

The national teacher looked at her for a moment, and said: "I seem to have seen you somewhere?"

Yingchu's heart skipped a beat, and he tentatively called out: "Changjin..."

"Changjin?" The national teacher's eyes moved, and his lips as thin as a blade curled into an inconspicuous arc, "I remember, you are Qi Changjin's wife, I have seen your portrait."

Hearing what he said, Yingchu didn't know whether to be happy or disappointed, her lips moved, but she didn't say a word.

Seeing her expression, the national teacher seemed to be in a very happy mood, and said: "Hua Yingchu, I didn't expect you to come after the Eastern Zhou Dynasty. My grandson really married a loving wife."

This time, Yingchu is sure that he is not Qi Changjin. He is exactly the same as Chang Jinsheng, maybe it is just blood relationship. If the national teacher really lived several hundred years old, I don’t know which generation of Chang Jin’s ancestor it is.

"It's really interesting. Looking at you, it seems that you have managed to sneak into a family in the capital? Which family is it?" the national teacher asked.

Yingchu took a deep breath, and said expressionlessly: "The national teacher misunderstood, I am not Hua Yingchu, Hua Yingchu is already dead, and everyone in Dayan knows about it."

The national teacher laughed and didn't argue with her, just said: "You want to find Qi Changjin, but you can only be disappointed, he is already dead. But if you want to find Li Cangze, I can tell you that he is To suppress the rebellion in the western border, we will definitely return to Beijing before the end of the year."

Yingchu hadn't heard Li Cangze's name for a long time, maybe she hadn't thought of this person for a long time, and she didn't react when she heard the words. Before she found Changjin, she didn't have the slightest intention to seek revenge from Li Cangze.

"I don't believe it, Chang Jin can't die!" No one said she didn't believe it, she never believed that Chang Jin was dead!

"Believe it or not," the national teacher suddenly stretched out his hand, lifted Yingchu's chin, and slowly moved his face closer to her, revealing a wicked smile, "Hua Yingchu, my name is Yin Jiuhua, forget it this time, in the future You are not allowed to look for Qi Changjin's shadow on my face."

Yingchu broke away from his finger, she thought she restrained herself very well, but was seen through by the national teacher.Facing such an identical face, how could she not think of Chang Jin?
(End of this chapter)