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Chapter 81 Great Inventor
Zhang Tian promised Song Guo to help him sacrifice to the sky after returning from the tribal meeting in order to obtain pure salt.

He intends to establish his identity as a priest of the sky through this "sacrifice to heaven", so he must do it in a decent manner, and the sacrifice can be simple, but the sense of ceremony must be sufficient and self-contained.

After thinking about it, it is most convenient to directly learn from the rituals of the ancients.

Whether it is worshiping heaven or ancestors, it has been one of the most important sacrificial activities since ancient times. The temple culture is an important part of our country's traditional culture, and there are many things to learn from.

He discussed the relevant details with Lin Yu, and Dr. Lin is much more proficient than him in this regard.

The first thing to do is still ideological construction.

He wants the people to understand that the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven did not come out of thin air. The ancestors have already figured out a complete set of rituals, but they have been lost through repeated migrations and a long time.

Now, with the guidance of his ancestors, he has re-inherited these profound knowledge.

As night fell and everything was silent, Zhang Tian led the people outside the cave to look up at the sky as usual.

His faith value has risen to 78, and most of the people in the big tree tribe have become believers in the sky.

Back in the cave, the clansmen sat around the bonfire, and the children looked at Zhang Tian expectantly, waiting to hear tonight's story.

Zhang Tian's first sentence surprised everyone: "The ancestor I'm going to talk about today is Nuwa's elder brother, and his name is Fuxi."

Bai tilted his head and asked curiously: "Nuwa's brother...does Fuxi have the same supernatural power as Nuwa?"

"Fuxi has no supernatural power, but Fuxi has unparalleled wisdom, which is difficult for others to match. Although today is the first time I tell the story of Fuxi, we are already using the things created by Fuxi, such as fishing rods, such as Spinning wheels, like bows and arrows, like bamboo flutes..."

Zhang Tian counted all his past inventions and attributed them all to his great ancestor Fuxi.

Fuxi in the myths and legends is a great inventor. There are countless inventions and creations under his old man's name, and he is not afraid of adding these few more.

Every time Zhang Tian counted out an invention, the respect in the eyes of the people in the clan grew stronger.

It turned out that all the tools they had taken for granted were all created by Fuxi!How much wisdom does it take to create so many magical and useful things?The wisdom of the ancestors is really as vast and boundless as the sky!
The clansmen were all amazed in their hearts.

"Unfortunately," Zhang Tian suddenly changed the subject, and said in a slightly regretful tone: "Most of the things created by Fuxi have been lost, and there is only one thing that we have been using until now."

"What is it?" Bai asked immediately.

"Knotting a rope. Recording things by knotting a rope is also Fuxi's creation."

Everyone suddenly realized that even Grandma raised her sleepy eyelids, and the blazing flames reflected in her old and cloudy pupils, and a faint light danced.

She has been using Knotting Notes every day for decades. It is as common as eating and drinking. She never thought that this method was created, and now she finally knows.

Her fingers gently stroked the "family tree" she had woven all her life. Through this rough rope, she felt that her dying life seemed to be connected with that wise ancestor.

Zhang Tian went on to say: "Not only that, Fuxi also left behind a lot of profound and difficult knowledge, including the ritual of offering sacrifices to the sky."

Everyone immediately sat up straight with serious expressions.

Without a doubt, that's the point!As long as they master the ritual of offering sacrifices to the sky, the tribe will be able to obtain a steady stream of extremely pure salt and become a big tribe like the Salt Tribe. There is no doubt about its importance!
Xiao tried to challenge these profound and difficult knowledge, and asked: "What kind of ceremony?"

"This ceremony should start with this thing."

Zhang Tian took out a bamboo tube and showed it to everyone.

The clansmen stretched their necks and stared at the bamboo tube for a long time, Xiao Xiao asked in surprise, "Isn't it just a bamboo tube?"

"No, what I want you to see is not the bamboo tube, but the pattern you carved on it. Do you remember what it represents?"

"Of course! Isn't this Mint! I carved it!" Sister Mint held Tao who was sleeping soundly in her arms, with a proud look on her face.

"That's right, this pattern is mint." Zhang Tian lifted the lid, revealing the mint grass in the bamboo tube, "Not only mint, but everything in the world can be represented by this pattern, including the sky and the earth itself."

The clansmen were surprised, this was something they had never thought of, but with the background of the previous engraved experience, they accepted this statement after a little thought.

Now that mint can be represented by a pattern, other things can naturally also.

"Now let's talk about Fuxi's story."

Zhang Tian took out his standard opening: "A long, long time ago, there was a loud noise in the sky, and a raging flood came out and submerged the earth..."

"I know!" Bai said loudly, "This is the story of Nuwa mending the sky."

Everyone also heard it, and they were puzzled: It was obviously telling the story of Fuxi, how did it become Nuwa?
"That's right, this is the story of Nuwa mending the sky. As I said just now, Fuxi is Nuwa's elder brother, so at that time, when his sister told him to mend the sky with all his divine power, Fuxi burst into tears and was deeply saddened. But there was nothing he could do, and he could only watch helplessly as his beloved sister sacrificed herself."

When the people of the clan thought of the ending of Nuwa mending the sky, and when they thought that Fuxi, who was an older brother, could only witness the death of his younger sister, they were filled with sympathy and sadness.

"Fuxi vowed to protect the world that his sister saved with his life, and to protect the common people he and his sister shared, so he decided to observe the sky. He wanted to understand why the sky split and what to do to prevent such a tragedy from happening again."

"So he climbed to the highest mountain, that's right, the mountain where Hou Yi shot down the sun. Fuxi sat on the top of the mountain and looked up at the sky, observing the changes of the sun, moon and stars, looking down at the law of mountains, rivers, wind and clouds, and constantly thinking , day after day, year after year.”

"Finally, he figured it out!"

"He has penetrated the truth between heaven and earth. From then on, all things in his eyes are no longer the original appearance of all things. They have turned into a wonderful scene, blending with each other, growing and growing with each other, and finally condensed into a half-black and half-white circle. , and eight incomparably exquisite patterns!"

After Zhang Tian said, he drew a circle on the ground with a branch, painted half black with charcoal, and painted the other half white with chalk. There were small circles embedded in the big circle, white in black, black in white, and black in the circle. Draw eight patterns made of lines on the periphery.

He said seriously: "This is the most important knowledge needed to worship the sky: yin and yang and gossip!"

(End of this chapter)