I am the Lord of the Underworld

Chapter 19 The Yang of Danshui, the Xiong Clan

Dan water.

Danshui irrigates hundreds of miles nearby, and where there is water, there must be civilization. This sentence does not apply near Danshui.

There are many hills and forests in this area, and there is a miasma everywhere.

Although relying on water, developing this place and communicating with the outside world will require a huge price, so no forces are willing to develop this place.

As a result, this place became a place where savages slashed and burned.

It is said that they are savages, but they are actually civilized.

Danshui Zhiyang, referred to as Danyang.

Backed by mountains and forests, this place is a natural site with water in front.

On a flat open space by the water, there is a group of wooden houses, two feet above the ground, with thatched roofs.

This is a very classic dry-column wooden house, the house is off the ground, the roof is high in the middle, and there are slopes with flowing water on both sides.

People live in the upper floor, and wooden piles are used to support the lower floor to raise the gap from the ground to stock animals or store sundries.

At this time, in front of the largest wooden house, the lights were brightly lit, and dozens of "savages" with broken hair and tattoos were holding torches.

In front of everyone was a five-foot-high octagonal altar made of loess.

On the altar are enshrined wild fruits, wine brewed from wild fruits, and a big fish half the height of a person.

The pottery pot is filled with wormwood, and the green smoke from the burning wormwood floats into the distance.

Around the altar stood eight warriors in heavy armor.

There were two people standing in front of the jar steps.

A young and handsome man, about sixteen or seventeen years old, with disheveled hair and bare feet, with red oil paint on his face.

This is Zhang Qi, the eldest son of the Zhang family, and the leader of this savage tribe.

The other is gray-haired, wearing a feather coat made of colorful feathers, with oil paint on his face, and holding a drum-shaped leather instrument in his hand.

"Wu, it's your turn to play." Zhang Qi turned his head and said to the old man.

This is one of the few witches among the savages who knows the etiquette of sacrifice.

Of course, this guy doesn't have supernatural powers, so he probably doesn't know whether it's a god or a ghost.

At least it should be loud enough for the gods to hear.

The priest beat the drums and sang ancient songs.

The pitch-black sky, the array of stars.

The leaves of the old forest are rustling, like ghosts beating beats; the white waves of Danshui burst out, like dragons churning; the green mist is filled, and ghosts are coming.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Zhang Qi felt emotional.

Fate in life is difficult to figure out, I am afraid that only the gods can know it.

Four years ago, he was still a low-level horse breeder, and four years later he would be regarded as the leader of a party. Maybe the nobles would laugh out loud if he said it, and a savage is also a human being?

But here, although the conditions are difficult, Zhang Qi feels the dignity of a human being.

Thinking of this, Zhang Qi's eyes turned sore, he didn't know if it was from the wormwood, or he was sad, he almost shed tears.

If only my sister was here.

Evil gods and villains took her life away, Zhang Qi tossed and turned day and night, wishing he could rush out and kill his enemy.

"Heaven and earth are gods... It would be great if there were gods like gods in the world."

Zhang Qi sighed.

It is rare in the world not to eat blood (referring to human beings), but to be enshrined.

He is willing to worship the true God forever and ever.

"woo woo woo woo……"

Suddenly, there was a storm, and there was a roar in the woods.

Whoa!

A huge figure smashed through the tree trunk and jumped out.

When everyone took a closer look, it turned out to be a big black bear.

This black bear is about two meters tall. Its jet-black hair looks like iron rods. Its paws are as big as cattail leaves. With one slap, the trees hugged by each person are broken.

"All attack!"

Zhang Qi said in a strange dialect.

This is the dialect of the savages. It took him two years to learn it, and at the same time taught some people to use Jing Guo Mandarin.

The savages drew their bows and shot arrows one after another.

As the rain of arrows fell, they were all bounced off by the black fur on the black bear's body. This move not only failed to hurt the black bear, but angered the beast instead.

"Roar!"

The black bear became furious and ran upright towards the altar, making a booming sound with every step.

The savages were shocked by this momentum.

They had been hunting all their lives, but they had never seen such a fierce and powerful beast.

"Come on!"

Zhang Qi drew out his long saber and ordered the eight warriors to guard him in front of the altar.

The savages behind were infected and took out their spears and stone chisels one after another.

A group of people waited for the black bear to come.

"Big Wu! Keep singing!" (Wu Ji is called Wu for short)

Without looking back, Zhang Qi said to the somewhat frightened big witch on the five-foot altar.

(Great witch is a title, monks can also be witches, and mortals can also be witches)

"it is good."

The big witch calmed down and continued to sing the ballad.

"Make Zhu Rongxi go first, make Zhaomingxi open the door..."

This time it is not a weird syllable, but a ballad praising the ancestor Zhu Rong.

Zhu Rong was regarded as the ancestor by the savages.

Yin Shang believed in God, proclaimed himself king during his lifetime, and proclaimed himself emperor after his death.God is the sky and the king.

Western tribes surnamed Ji worship their ancestors and separate humans from gods.

The tribes in the south are different. They worship fire, ghosts and gods, and believe in the interaction between heaven and man, so they have many beliefs.

Listening to the spell of the great witch, everyone calmed down.

The black bear was getting closer and closer, and Zhang Qi was a little shocked when he saw the black bear's dark green eyes.

"This... is this a spirit?"

This black bear is almost becoming a monster, no wonder it is so powerful.

The black bear is getting closer and closer.

Thirty feet, twenty feet, ten feet...

The roar was deafening, and one could even smell the stench from the black bear's mouth.

Under Zhang Qi's leadership, none of the savages flinched, their eyes were firm, and their blood was boiling.

In the past four years, in order to have a safe place, they have encountered countless difficulties, exposed to frost and dew, cut thorns, and survived all of them safely.

This time, still without exception.

Because God blesses you.

click...

I saw countless thorns growing on the ground, entangled the black bear's feet, and the wooden thorns pierced into the black bear's flesh and blood.

thump……

The huge size of the black bear fell to the ground.

A treant appeared nine feet tall, two heads taller than a black bear.

The tree man stepped on the struggling black bear with one foot, and despite its tremendous strength, it was still unable to move, and the legs formed by the tree roots kept entwining the black bear.

Tang Ping stretched out his right hand, and Zhang Qi threw out the long knife upon seeing this.

Tree roots trapped the long knife.

puff!

A slasher's head.

Blood spurted out.

Green mist, thorns, tree gods, altars... outline a mythical picture.

"I am the god of the banyan tree under the seat of Youdu Tinghou!"

As soon as these words came out, more than a thousand members of the tribe knelt down and lowered their heads, not daring to look directly at the gods.

Tang Ping flew up to the altar, suspended in the air.

Looking at the grilled fish on the altar, I couldn't help but sigh.

"This tribe is poor enough."

Whoa!
The strong wind raged, tearing up the sacrifices, and fish, melons, fruits, wine, and moxa smoke flew into the mouth one after another.

Tang Ping closed his eyes and realized for a moment.

After all, the ceremony is still a bit crude, not as effective as imagined, probably because there are no three animals, the effect is equivalent to a pair of jade medicine.

After enjoying the sacrifice, Tang Ping stretched out his finger, and the green woody air circled around. Everyone felt cool all over, and the wheat field not far away grew green shoots.

Everyone called out the miracle and kowtowed again and again.

After enjoying the sacrifice, Tang Ping called Zhang Qi to go to the big house for a talk.

The big witch is frantically recording today's miracles outside, and he must concentrate on creating after returning home. A brand new eulogy of the wood god killing the bear demon will be published soon.

"The Lord of the Gods asked me to tell you, don't be impatient, just be patient, and one day you will surely rise. My God will give you a method of making salt."

Tang Ping dictated, and Zhang Qi wrote down every word.

Salt was the most important material in ancient times, and Tang Ping, as a researcher of history in his previous life, could not have understood the ancient method of making salt.

With salt, you can trade and exchange more supplies.

"Thank you Wood God!"

Zhang Qi just finished speaking.

Whoa!
The wooden door opened, and Tang Ping disappeared into the air wrapped in green mist.

The majesty has been established, and the tribe regards itself as a god.

Don't ask for anything more, this is to kill the goose and take the eggs, let them develop first.

"lonely!"

The big witch shouted, and the people of the tribe rushed forward to grab the remaining items of the altar.

Those who are silent, the gods disappear; those who are silent, the sacrifice ends.

The black bear on the side was also skinned and divided.

"Teacher, look!"

When Zhang Qi walked out the door, an eight-year-old boy with disheveled hair but no tattoos held a half-height black bear's head and asked for credit.

This kind of divine power is really rare.

This is Zhang Qi's student, and among the savage tribes, it is said that the only one who has awakened Zhu Rong's bloodline is regarded as the heir of the next generation of the tribe.

"The god descends the bear, this is a sign of the great prosperity of my tribe with the surname Mi!"

"Wow!!"

The crowd cheers!

Since then, the tribe regarded the thorns dropped by the gods as sacred objects, and the tribe took the bear as its clan.

State affairs, in the sacrificial and military.

After this sacrifice, the scattered savage tribe was completely integrated, and the thousand-member tribe led by Zhang Qi became the orthodox Zhu Rong in the Danshui area.

The Xiong clan formally took shape in the Yang of Danshui.

The phoenix is ​​the totem, the Marquis of Ming is the god, and the bear is the clan.

(End of this chapter)