one person is right

Chapter 87
"In the past, in the city of Nanying in the state of Chu, between Yuan and Hunan, people believed in ghosts and liked shrines. In their shrines, they must sing and inspire the gods!"

Chen Cuo opened the booklet, and faced Wang Yi's comment. After introducing the background, he also pointed out the reason for his creation——

Qu Yuan saw the sacrificial rituals, singing and dancing of ordinary people, and felt that the words were vulgar, so he composed the song "Nine Songs".

"Nine Songs" itself doesn't have much content. Even if you include Wang Yi's comments, there are not many pages. Chen Cuo has read it several times today, but each time he feels different.

"The reverence of the gods above, the grievances of seeing oneself, and the remonstrance of the wind, this song was originally a sacrifice to the gods, combined with the grief and anger in Qu Yuan's heart. When it was born, it was closely related to incense and fire. At the same time, it contains the thoughts of people’s hearts, I just don’t know what the situation of the way of incense was in the pre-Qin and Chu land, after all, the way of self-cultivation was gradually derived after the pre-Qin period, and there may be some reasons for this way of incense…”

Although Nine Songs is named after nine, it actually has eleven chapters, namely "East Emperor Taiyi", "Jun Zhongjun", "Mr. Xiang", "Mrs. Xiang", "Da Si Ming", "Shao Si Ming" ", "Dongjun", "He Bo", "Ghost in the Mountain", "National Sorrow", "Ritual Soul".

"It is said that there are nine songs, but there are eleven. It seems that this tradition has existed since ancient times, and there are several more familiar names among the gods of this ritual, which are divided carefully, as well as gods, gods, and ghosts. The difference, entertaining ghosts and gods with people, is a classic for the way of incense..."

Chen Cuo was fascinated by it. While reading and thinking, he gradually discarded the trivial thoughts and became immersed in it.

With the continuous deepening and comprehension of the article, the god in his heart trembled from time to time.

Between a dream and waking up, another page was opened in the book of Miaolongwang's experience, and the experience on the third page also turned into 64 gold-plated characters and flew out, lingering in the heart likewise, sprinkling a little brilliance, making the Taoist in his heart more vivid Feeling ethereal.

Slowly, in the original nine-song book, the people who were difficult to shake and absorb began to gather towards Chen Cuo, merged into the bottom of his heart, surrounded the Taoist in his heart, and showed all kinds of mysteries.

Gradually, phantoms of offering sacrifices to the gods appeared in the bottom of the book, and slowly combined with the golden book of people, and the Taoist in the heart who suppressed it was even more encouraged, and his body glowed with a faint brilliance.

Especially the ghost face held on the right hand of the Taoist, after the tremor, opened his mouth and began to devour the gathered people's thoughts!

"Comprehend the method of worshiping gods in "Nine Songs"? It is worthy of recognition." Still in that house, the black-haired old man sensed something and nodded slightly. It has condensed more than 200 years of incense, and it hides secrets, except for the one who set up the map, no one can understand it thoroughly, if it is not the original, it should not be placed outside the portal."

The white-haired old man said lightly: "Anyone who can comprehend is good. Books are born in the world, and they are used for inheritance, not for collection."

The black-haired old man stroked his beard and smiled, and said, "Yes, let him swallow it and see how much he can swallow, but it would be a pity if you only know how to swallow incense and burn people's thoughts like swallowing jujubes whole, but do not discover the essence of the method of sacrificing gods. "

the other side.

"Zhang Shushu, the one who came just now is your cousin, the Marquis of Linru County?"

"That's right," Zhang Ju replied when he heard his subordinates inquiring, while writing the directory, "It's the Marquis of Linru County you've been waiting to see."

The Literature Bureau is a leisurely yamen, under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Secretaries. Those who come here to serve as errands are often unwilling people, or do not seek to make progress, but there are still some backgrounds, so the management is very loose.

Zhang Ju, as a writer, was very busy when he was free, but when things came, he was quite busy. There would happen to be a batch of newly acquired documents, so he couldn't separate himself and could only talk to his colleagues.

His subordinate was a little embarrassed, but he couldn't help but say, "Writing, I heard that the Marquis of Linru County offended the Duke of Guiyang County. I don't know if the news is true or not? Have you heard of it?"

Zhang Ju's movements stopped, and then he said: "It's all things that don't have a shadow, don't spread it randomly."

"It's not that there is no shadow. It is said that the Marquis of Linru County and the Marquis of Huaihua County under the command of Guiyang County were fighting. The two sides fought in the Fulin Building. Many people have seen it. Isn't the Fulin Building closed for repairs these days? You are a frequent visitor over there, so you should know."

Hearing this, Zhang Ju shook his head and said, "Organize the literature and don't gossip."

The crowd saw his thoughts and did not say much.

But sorting out the books was very boring, and after a while, the official Xu who was classifying the documents couldn't help but whisper and discuss in a low voice.

"Offending Duke Guiyang is really a long life."

"If this is someone I know, I must wait and see first, and then talk about it when the limelight passes."

"That's the truth. A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall, and the Great General Zhengbei is rampant. Even if he is a clan, he has to be careful."

Zhang Ju listened, and after reprimanded twice, he smiled bitterly.

Thinking that not long ago, all my colleagues came to inquire about the Marquis of Linru County when they had nothing to do, and the inquiries from side to side were nothing more than wanting to rub the east wind of "Painted Skin", especially when the news of the Wenhui came out, they came and went frequently, and their minds were all on their faces. up.

As a result, several celebrities suddenly backtracked, making Wenhui die without a hitch, and there was a slight change in the wind direction in the writing bureau. In the past two days, there have been rumors that their cousins ​​offended the powerful ministers, and they all changed their faces, even with themselves. A bit of an isolated taste.

"This face changes so fast, it's no slower than that evil ghost, and it really is like a ghost..."

Zhang Ju has heard about that rumor. Now, listening to everyone's words and me, each one seems to be well-informed, making him more and more worried, and even with the matter at hand, he can't calm down. to do it.

"When my cousin leaves the Dongguan Palace, I have to ask a question. If there is a real problem, I have to remind him to be careful. It is best to avoid the limelight. ."

In the end, when he finished his official duties, it was already evening, and he waited outside the Dongguan Palace until the sun went down, and he didn't see Chen Cuo come out.

However, a handyman came over to deliver the meal, but he was unable to enter the house. He was stopped by the guard at the door, and went in with a few people's meals, and came out with an empty bowl soon after.

"It is human nature to be addicted to reading. The collection of books in Dongguan Palace is all-encompassing. It can be said that it has everything. I went in several times, but I was addicted to it and didn't know when to return. It is inevitable that Fang Qing would be attracted to linger."

Pushing people by himself, Zhang Ju felt that it was not a good choice to disturb Chen Cuo at this time, and there was no danger for him to stay in the Dongguan Palace, so he restrained his mind, turned back to go home, and planned to talk about it tomorrow.

But the next day, he still didn't see Chen Cuo, and only after inquiring did he find out that the Marquis of Linru County didn't go back overnight, so he was reading in the Dongguan.

"Forgetting to eat and sleep is admirable."

In this way, until the third day, he didn't see Chen Zuo come out. Zhang Ju finally couldn't hold his breath. When the matter at his yamen was over, his colleagues and subordinates all left, he came to the Dongguan Palace again, but this time. Now, he's ready to go in and see what's going on.

As a result, before the person went to the place, a relatively close subordinate actually went and returned, with an anxious expression.

"Something happened!" The man shouted from a distance, and when he came to the front, he lowered his voice and whispered: "Huaihua County Marquis, dead!"

"Huaihua County Marquis?" Zhang Ju was taken aback for a moment, and then he understood, his face changed greatly, "It's that Hou Xiao! He actually died?"

"It's this person. I was on the way back just now. When I heard people talking about this matter, I rushed over to report it. This news should have spread all over the city!"

　I recommend a well-written book "Take the Warehouse to the Late Ming Dynasty", you can go and read it.

　　


(End of this chapter)