The world of Taoism

Chapter 125 Headless
"I also have a story here... If you have nothing to do, let's tell it to everyone." Zhu Hanjie smiled, with an inexplicable light in his eyes.

As soon as this remark came out, it immediately attracted the attention of the people around.

The old shopkeeper also raised his head, looking at Zhuhan Festival with a smile on his face.

The night is too boring, and there is no entertainment in the inn, only telling stories to pass the time.

"Please tell me, Your Excellency!" The middle-aged man laughed.

"Why is this county named Wutou? Do you know why?" Zhu Hanjie asked.

"Wutou, this place is surrounded by mountains, most of which are mountains. The shape of the mountains is a bit like a house. This is also the land of Wutou, so it is called Wutou County." The middle-aged man is a well-informed person. Allusions can be told.

What he said was indeed true, as was the local legend, the geomantic omen of this place was very good, and there were several noble tombs from the previous dynasty.

"No, the homonym of wutou is wutou, so the name of this place comes from it."

500 years ago, this place was still a barren land, full of miasma and harsh climate.

The Han people have not yet come to develop, and most of them are local aborigines.

The barbaric land is far away from the king's land and is not subject to control. People here only know the leader but not the emperor.

Due to living in poor mountains and bad waters, the folk customs here are tough.

In this area of ​​Wutou County, there lived an ethnic group called the Xiao Clan.

The Xiao clan has an extremely sturdy custom.

They believe in a god called "Bai".

The gods need to be sacrificed, and the Xiao clan believes that the human head is the most precious thing.

Therefore, a certain number of heads are needed every year to worship the gods and pray for a good harvest in the coming year.

There are many branches of the Xiao clan, which are distributed in this mountain area.

The tribes are divided into strong and weak by the number of heads they have. They will hang heads under the eaves or put them on stone pillars.

The tribe with more heads is stronger, and the tribe with fewer heads is bullied.

Some of the targets of headhunting are people from hostile tribes, and some are passing pedestrians.

Usually, before a man reaches adulthood, he will go down the mountain to hunt a human head to complete the coming-of-age ceremony.

When a man gets married, he will use a human head as a bride price.

In general, human heads are like gold in this tribe.

"Then this nation perished..." Zhu Hanjie said.

"Why did they perish? They hid in the mountains. Could it be that there are still people who can't find them in the mountains? The mountains are so vast, how much manpower and material resources will be spent." The middle-aged man asked.

At least tens of thousands of troops must be sent into the deep mountains to search, and there are many miasma in the mountains

Destroying such a tribe is probably no better than fighting a big battle.

"The Xiao clan occupies the natural danger, and the dynasties of all dynasties have nothing to do with them, until they provoke my emperor Taizu..." Zhu Hanjie smiled mysteriously, and while speaking, he looked at the old shopkeeper.

When Taizu Liu Long traveled from the north to the south, when his army arrived in the south of the Yangtze River, he found several generals killed.

Not only that, the general's head was cut off.

Liu Long thought it was an enemy spy, but after investigation, he found out that it was the work of the Xiao Clan.

Later, people were sent to the tribe for accountability, and it was found that the general's head was hanging on the eaves, and the envoy he sent was also beheaded.

Liu Long was furious and directly ordered the entire tribe to be wiped out.

At the beginning, the tribe rebelled, and the army was almost infected with the plague in the mountains, so they suffered heavy losses.

Later, they simply waited for work with ease, directly set fire to the mountain, and spread plagues at the water source, which directly led to the extermination of the entire tribe.

For the sake of reputation, the ordinary emperor would not dare to treat the enemy like this, it would hurt the peace of heaven.

But Liu Long was different. He was born in the north where barbarians were everywhere.

Those who survived from there must have a more vicious character than the barbarians.

Treat friends with loyalty, and treat enemies harshly.

……

Because there is a custom of headhunting here, there are headless corpses everywhere on both sides of the road, so it is called headless, which later became the current name.

Hearing this story, everyone was amazed.

"Not only that, they will have a grand festival every July, when all the heads will be gathered together, and those who fell will start to cry..."

Crying about the grief of these heads leaving their loved ones, crying about the death of the heads.

"Joke!" Zhou Xuan shook his head and laughed, "What's the point? They are the chief culprits who let others leave their families, and now they are crying for them."

"Business here is not good, is it actually the legend of the headhunters?" The middle-aged man suddenly realized.

No wonder many people would rather take the long road and take the official road than take this shorter path.

"Hundreds of years have passed, and I'm afraid there are no so-called headhunters anymore." The middle-aged man said.

"Who knows, maybe some headhunters are watching us secretly..." Zhu Hanjie laughed.

After finishing speaking, Zhu Hanjie drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.

He bit down a large piece of meat hard, swallowed it directly into his stomach without chewing it, and made a pleasant sound from the whole thing.

"Haha! You are joking."

Whoa!

At this time, the veteran stood up suddenly, and the scimitar was unsheathed.

boom!
The veteran stepped on the table, and with the force of the recoil, he jumped up, aiming at the old shopkeeper.

Bang!

The guards around the middle-aged man jumped up to block the old man's attack.

The old man took a few steps back, almost unable to stand still.

"What do you mean?" The middle-aged man said in a deep voice.

Several guards around him drew their knives and confronted the old man.

There seems to be a misunderstanding between the two parties, and the old man's goal is the old shopkeeper.

He didn't notice that the seat of the middle-aged man was in front of the old shopkeeper.

So in the eyes of the middle-aged man and others, the old man's goal is himself.

"This is a black shop." The old man said.

The old man's eyes were like lightning, and he stared closely at the old shopkeeper.

"My lord, spare me." The old shopkeeper was frightened by the gaze, collapsed to the ground, and begged for mercy.

"The little old man has opened a store for decades, and everyone knows his reputation from all over the world. How could it be a black shop?"

The old man did not speak, but pressed on step by step.

At this time, the guard stood in front of the middle-aged man.

"Is there any evidence?" The middle-aged man glanced at the old shopkeeper who was scared to pee his pants, and said.

"I can feel his murderous intent." The old man remained expressionless.

The battlefield is full of dangers. As a veteran who has fought for many years, the old man has already cultivated animal intuition.

As long as there is a little murderous intent, the old man can quickly sense it.

From the moment he came in, the old man felt a trace of murderous aura emanating from the old shopkeeper.

"Ridiculous! Still murderous, do I have murderous intent?" The middle-aged man smiled half-smile.

"You didn't have it before, but now you have it."

"Wrong, I didn't." The middle-aged man moved out of the way, "Please kill people, don't dirty my clothes."

After all, the middle-aged man sat down to eat, ignoring his external affairs at all.

The old man stepped forward, the steel knife in his hand flickering with a terrifying murderous look.

When the head of the old shopkeeper was about to be cut off.

The old shopkeeper's cloudy eyes suddenly cleared up, and the corners of his mouth revealed a hint of evil: "I was discovered by you!"

After all, when the two old men fought, their physical agility was no less than that of young people.

As time went by, the old man had a tendency to become unbearable.

"Come on!" the old man yelled.

Unfortunately, the people on both sides did not move.

(End of this chapter)