Chapter 393: Luo Ling falls, all things come to life (two in one)
Zhaocheng.
As the years passed, the mottled marks on the city wall became more and more numerous, and there was even some moss at the base of the wall, growing in the shade and stubbornly spreading onto the city wall. Unknowingly, decades had passed since this city was rebuilt from ruins.
The outer city was still as prosperous as ever, always bustling with people. Countless merchants came here with their goods, and countless students came here on a pilgrimage to admire the grandeur of the Temple of the Philosophers. If you looked closely at those ordinary households and street vendors, you would find that almost all of them had calluses on their palms, and many of them were retired warriors.
The situation in the inner city is completely the opposite, with few people and very quiet.
In the courtyard where the master of the house lived, Luo Ling sat quietly under a willow tree that required several people to hug. He wore the white robe he wore that day when he went to the grassland, and had an indifferent expression. Autumn was approaching, and the leaves had turned yellow. With the breeze, leaves fell in groups of three or two and landed on Luo Ling's shoulders. He did not brush them off, but just let them stay there.
Luo Ling was an unexpected character. Even when Ji Zhao created him, he did not expect that Luo Ling would become the person who carried his divinity.
Ever since Luo Ling realized that he was the special one, he became somewhat taciturn, sometimes not saying a word all day long.
"uncle!"
A rather young voice was heard, and a smile appeared on Luo Ling's indifferent face. In front of the courtyard gate was a beautiful girl and a boy with rosy lips and white teeth. They were Luo Zhongkan's children, Luo Jinxiu and Luo Wuji.
Luo Wuzhi shook off his sister's hand and rushed over to throw himself into Luo Ling's arms. The fallen leaves on Luo Ling's body fell to the ground one after another.
Luo Jinxiu walked over with light lotus steps, bowed slightly and said, "Uncle, Xiu'er is polite."
Then she sat opposite Luo Ling and made tea for him. She was a real lady from a noble family, very good at all kinds of skills, and as gentle as water, she was the apple of Luo Ling's eye.
In recent years, Luo Ling's sons died one by one. After all, he was too old. Just last month, Luo Ling's last son died. Luo Ling accepted it all calmly and was no longer as painful as when his brothers died.
Looking at the young Luo Wuji, Luo Ling felt a little regretful. He would not be able to see Luo Wuji achieve great achievements. He wondered what kind of foundation Luo Wuji would bring to the family.
Luo Ling gently stroked Luo Wuji's little head and said softly, "Wuji, King Su is about to summon uncle. It seems that the position of the head of the family cannot be passed directly to you."
Luo Ling was the only Luo family member who took over the position of patriarch before he was crowned, but even he was already nineteen years old at the time. It was certainly impossible for Luo Wuji to take over the position of patriarch as a young child.
Luo Jinxiu was stunned when she heard this. Her hands, which were pouring tea for Luo Ling, could not help but sway. Her eyes were slightly red. She did not speak. Although Luo Wuji was young, he knew that his father was going to meet the Su King, so he never saw him again. "Uncle, will Wuji never see you again in the future?"
Luo Ling sighed: "Yes, you will never see your uncle again."
Luo Wuji's eyes turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then were instantly soaked with tears, but his face was stubborn, and the little man said: "Uncle said that men must be strong, Wuji will definitely not cry."
Luo Ling smiled upon hearing this and patted Luo Wuji's head again, "What a good child you are. You will be the pride of the family in the future, just like your uncles. Generation after generation of Luo family members have been like this."
Luo Ling looked at Luo Jinxiu again and said with a smile: "What kind of husband does Ah Xiu want to find?
There are so many men in the clan, as long as they are within the fifth degree of mourning, whatever kind of man you want, your uncle can find it for you."
Luo Jinxiu blushed slightly and said, "I don't know, Ah Xiu, maybe she will serve the Su King."
Luo Ling's maid walked in from outside the courtyard, came to Luo Ling's side and whispered: "Master, Master Jing has arrived, and the elders of Tiannan Luo Village have also arrived."
As he was speaking, another leaf slowly fell, landing right in Luo Ling's open palm. Looking at the lines on the willow leaf, Luo Ling murmured softly, "It's time to go now."
In the palace, the high-ranking officials of Zhao State gathered together.
The State of Zhao was different from other kingdoms and marquisates, and even from another duchy, the State of Qi. There were no officials sent by the imperial court, and the Luo family set up their own offices. The regulations were the same as those of a kingdom. Even most of the people in the city were descendants of the Luo family. A state meeting was simply a meeting of the Luo family. It was a complete case of the family being the country and the country being the family.
The atmosphere in the hall was very solemn, because just now, the head of the family, Luo Ling, announced to everyone that today, he would ascend to heaven and meet King Su.
It was not surprising to everyone that Luo Ling could accurately predict the time of his own demise, because even in the history of the Luo family, which could be called a mythical legend, Luo Ling was a unique figure.
According to the records of the Luo family, whether it was the two Dukes Wen and Xuan, or all the ancestors who later made great contributions, they all suffered powerful backlash, but Luo Ling did not.
His divine power seemed to be endless. After using it so many times, he was able to live to be over a hundred years old, becoming the longest-lived person in the history of the Luo family. This was also quite an explosive existence for the Luo family.
Looking at the Luo clan members and the various stewards in charge of the Zhaogong Kingdom's miscellaneous affairs in the hall, Luo Ling slowly said, "Since the day I sensed the approach of death, I have been thinking about what to say to you.
I have been the head of the family since the fall of Luo State. At that time, the Qin Dynasty had not even unified all of China. I have been the head of the family from the birth to the death of countless members of my clansmen, and even their sons, from the birth to the death of countless others.
I am the embodiment of the will of the Su Wang. As long as I am alive, the world will be smooth sailing, but now I am going to die.
Without the deterrent, what will happen to the future of the Luo family? Will they continue to confront the imperial power secretly as they do now?
This is destined to be a difficult road. The family foundation is limited, but the number of emperors is unlimited. How can one kill the tyrant?
If there is no direct confrontation, how can the emperor's power be restrained? What will happen if the future head of the family uses the family's heritage?
These are things I didn't know and couldn't predict.
There is also the balance between the continuation of the family for tens of millions of years and the prosperity of the Xia Dynasty, and the balance between the people, the powerful and the imperial power, which all require a detached attitude.
But the children of the family are all passionate people. When they meet a confidant, they are willing to fight with all their hearts, just like Ah Xin and Ah Yi. This is what I am worried about. Can you children really bear this?"
Luo Ling's words were very simple, without any profound truth. They were just the ordinary things that the Luo family had always been doing, about maintaining the prosperity of the Xia Dynasty, continuing the family's heritage for tens of millions of years, and being ready to kill tyrants at any time. These were all ordinary things.
But it is such ordinary things that can touch people's hearts the most. Luo Ling is such a gentle image in the hearts of Luo's sons. This is why Luo Jing runs to Zhaocheng whenever something happens. In his heart, his father Luo Xin is of course the most powerful person, but his uncle Luo Ling is the one who can solve all problems. Moreover, the usually serious and cold uncle always smiles gently in front of them and is willing to help them, the younger generation.
Waves of sobbing sounds slowly rang out in the hall. Men don't shed tears easily, but women are sentimental and began to cry softly.
Luo Ling added: "After I die, the family members must be careful when walking outside, because no one will be able to travel thousands of miles to save you.
In addition, subsequent family heads must use the family heritage with caution. The cost of using the family heritage is too high. Once you use it too much, the family will not be able to maintain its transcendent status.
The evil in the hearts of people in this world is unimaginable. Now the Luo family is highly respected, but if one day they show a hint of weakness, countless evil wolves will pounce on them without hesitation and devour them.
Some of the young men in my family were deeply attracted by ideals and beliefs and had some inappropriate ideas. When I was dying, I was thinking about what to say.
Although I am reluctant to say this, the Luo family is the hope for the world to move towards light. We are the defenders of justice, benevolence, and morality, and the guides for all the beautiful pursuits of the people of the world.
In this world, meanness always defeats nobleness, shamelessness defeats benevolence and righteousness, and bad defeats good. We have seen too many such things in the thousand years of the Zhou Dynasty. We stopped some of them, but we did not stop many of them, so they were nailed to history's pillar of shame.
But so what?
Those who can be nailed to the pillar of shame in history are because history is written by their family. Isn’t this also a kind of spiritual victory?
It's unfair that those despicable people end up enjoying all the wealth and glory.
There is no shortage of sage kings in this world who are willing to sacrifice themselves for their ideals, but the biggest problem for a sage king is that there is no guarantee that his offspring will also be sage kings. It is rare to have wise rulers for several consecutive generations like the Han court.
But the Luo family is different. We have the supreme and holy light of the Su Wang illuminating our spiritual altar. We will never fall and will never decay. We also have enough power to defend it all, so preserving the Luo family is preserving hope.
Although the sour fruit in front of him can satisfy hunger, it is poisonous. There are still countless roads to go in the future. If Luo wants to lead everyone to the end of everything, he must give up the fruit in front of him.
Until King Su gives new instructions, family continuity comes first, do you understand?"
After hearing Luo Ling's words, many people were thoughtful. They certainly understood what Luo Ling was talking about. In fact, these were just some accidental signs and remarks. After all, the Luo family was very free and had all kinds of theories.
A family needs a goal if it wants to be passed down for a long time, especially a powerful family like the Luo family. Any change in the goal will affect countless people. Now Luo Ling wants to establish a foundation for all ideas. Only by insisting on the supremacy of the Su Wang and the supremacy of the family can it be most beneficial to everyone.
"Now that the family's population is gradually increasing, we must strictly enforce the family rules and control the population according to the size of the land. In particular, the population size of Zhaocheng must be controlled, otherwise this holy city will eventually be destroyed. In the future, we can open up new territories and build cities in other places far away from the Central Plains."
The population problem has always been the most concerned issue for the Luo family. Luo Jing asked a question that he was more concerned about, "Uncle, my nephew has many children. When my nephew dies, how will the surname problem of these children be solved?"
Once Luo Jing passed away, the lineage of Dong'e Hou would definitely not be able to do things outside under the name of Luo family. Now Ying Hou and Shouguang Hou who are outside have this problem. The family names have only been merged for one or two generations, and there are still many problems.
Luo Ling pondered and said, "The Luo family cannot be left to wander around. We can select some who are willing to enter Zhaocheng and keep the Luo family. The rest can change their surnames to Dong'a, Dong'a, or the official positions they once held, and then inherit everything in Dong'a State. This should be a better method."
Those who enter Zhaocheng will naturally lose the right to inherit the marquisate. Although Zhaocheng is transcendent, not everyone is willing to come here. After all, the wealth and splendor represented by the Marquisate of Dong'e is also extremely attractive. Luo Jing stepped back and knelt on his seat again.
Luo Ling looked around at everyone again, and seeing that no one spoke, Ji Zhao said softly, "A Ling, it's time to go."
Luo Ling was startled and raised his head slightly, and saw a handsome man and a stunningly beautiful woman under a peach tree, looking at him with smiles.
A ray of light shone directly on him through the ceiling of the hall. Peach blossom petals fluttered in the light, and the refreshing fragrance instantly spread throughout the entire hall. The light seemed to dye the hair between his eyebrows golden. His expression gradually became indifferent, and he was filled with a sense of solemnity.
"Master!"
"uncle!"
Seeing such a magical scene, everyone exclaimed in amazement.
Luo Ling hummed the hymn softly. After his singing, the song became even more sacred, and then his body gradually began to become translucent.
Looking at this miraculous scene, everyone in the hall was in disbelief, but no one exclaimed anymore. Instead, they followed Luo Ling in singing. The sound of the hymn became louder and louder. Not only in the hall, but also from the brave warriors guarding the palace, countless hymns with sad tones rang out.
As his body became more and more translucent, the indifference on Luo Ling's face gradually disappeared, and his body gradually turned into points of light. Each of these points of light was platinum in color, and there was light flickering on it. They first floated up from his feet, floated in the air, and then slowly spread to his entire body.
"See you in heaven."
Luo Ling finally said this with a smile, and then his entire body turned into countless platinum light spots. These light spots floated in the air, turned into long ribbons, and then flew into the air.
"uncle!"
"Master!"
Everyone cried bitterly. Luo Wuji, who had always said that men don't cry easily, cried the loudest. He lay in his sister's arms and kept crying. The musicians in the palace played their instruments. Someone walked quickly out of the courtyard and rang the bell nine times in a row. Then, countless bells in the city rang together. Everyone knew that their lord had passed away.
Then everyone saw a platinum-colored band of light flying out from Luo Palace, swaying in the sky above Zhaocheng with a long tail. Although most people did not see Luo Ling turning into light, when looking at this band of light, a thought arose in everyone's heart: this is Lord Zhao!
Countless people fell to the ground like a tide, and songs of praise to the emperor resounded throughout Zhaocheng. The outsiders who were still in Zhaocheng looked at this scene in shock.
In a short period of time, the entire Zhaocheng was covered with mourning clothes. All you could see was pure white. The platinum-colored light band kept hovering over Zhaocheng for an unknown amount of time. Finally, it turned into rain of light, falling everywhere in the city and disappeared.
[Dear master, your descendant Luo Ling has fallen. He is your agent. This is the first time that a living god has appeared in your family. He suppressed the entire world and left countless legends in this world. Zhaocheng has become the place where gods fell. Living here for a long time will increase your favorability towards the Luo family.]
The message from the system arrived at the right time. Ji Zhao was not surprised. He was more concerned about the changes after Luo Ling's death. These changes were even far beyond his expectations. From the moment Luo Ling fell, the underlying rules of the world began to change drastically. Those light spots were not only integrated into Zhaocheng, but also into the most basic rules.
Ji Zhao vaguely understood that the reason for this was related to himself. After all, everything Luo Ling did was ultimately done by him. Luo Ling's existence made Ji Zhao's influence on the world greater than ever before. Now that Luo Ling has fallen, the world must continue to move forward in the established direction of development.
Ji Zhao is paying attention to the changes in the most basic rules of the world.
The news of Luo Ling's death spread quickly to all directions. A team of brave warriors escorted Luo Jing directly to Chang'an, and then went all the way along the Imperial City Avenue to the Imperial Palace. "Lord Zhao has passed away, and the obituary has been sent to Chang'an."
In addition, several teams of brave warriors went to Qi, Huaiyin, Anyang and other dukedoms. The Luo family had countless relatives and friends, and according to etiquette, they had to come to Zhaocheng to pay their respects.
Luo Jing hurried into the palace. The Queen Mother and the Emperor were sitting upright waiting for him, wearing the most complicated formal clothes. Luo Jing arrived in front of the palace, straightened his clothes, and walked in rhythmically with his head lowered. After entering the palace, he bowed and said in tears: "Your Highness Jing pays homage to the Queen Mother. Long live the Queen Mother.
I pay my respects to the Emperor, and may His Majesty remain safe and sound.
Lord Zhaogong died in Zhaocheng, and I have sent this minister to Chang'an to report this to you."
The death of an emperor is called "collapse", the death of princes is called "hong", and the death of a god is called "yun". This is the special feature of Luoling.
The Queen Mother cried out in sorrow: "Sigh!"
Liu Che said in unison, "The pillar that supported the heavens of the Chinese nation has collapsed! I feel deeply saddened and should send important officials to Zhaocheng to offer condolences."
The royal family sent a luxurious condolence delegation. The chief envoy of the delegation was the Han Zongzheng, Prince of Xingyang, and accompanied by three princes, twelve marquises, and the newly appointed general, Marquis of Huaiyin, as the guards of the delegation. The number of envoys was no less than three hundred, and they also brought a large amount of money and treasures as condolences.
Liu Che was a respectable man. He knew that many princes and nobles would come to pay their respects. His goal was to ensure that the royal family's pomp would not be overshadowed by those princes and nobles, so he used the trump card directly.
"Duke Zhao is a god and a man. Please convey my will to make the Lord of the Four Seasons the head of the Eight Lords and confer the title of King on Duke Zhao. As the Son of Heaven, I order all the ministers to discuss the posthumous title of Duke Zhao, which must be in harmony with the heavens and the people."
After receiving the decree, the ministers prepared to issue the posthumous title of "Jing Tian Wei Di Yue Wen" without a second thought. This did not require any thought at all, but they did not expect to be stopped by Luo Jing. "My uncle once said that if the posthumous title is "Wen", it must be stopped. Please discuss it again."
This made everyone feel troubled. Finally, Jia Yi understood Luo Ling's meaning. Luo Ling knew that the emperor would definitely confer the title of king on him.
The best explanation of "Wen" is "strategic and comprehensive". After he was given the posthumous title of "Wen" in Luo Xin and then was conferred the title of king, King Wen became the highest posthumous title and honorific for a minister of the Han Dynasty.
No matter how good King Wen was, it was just a posthumous title for a minister.
But Luo Ling had never been a subject in his entire life. The Kingdom of Zhao was a vassal state. The future Duke Zhao might be a subject of the emperor, but Luo Ling was not. He was the only great monarch and one of the two saints on par with the emperor!
"I know of a posthumous title that has never been used."
Jia Yi hesitated and said, "He who creates the universe is called a saint, he who is wise and gifted is called a saint, he who is deified is called a saint, he who is wise and prophetic is called a saint, he who is perfect in the way is called a saint, he who exhausts all principles and exhausts all nature is called a saint."
"You are the master of the universe, wise and gifted, the Holy King Zhao, the Holy King Zhao!"
Luo Jing clapped his hands and said with a smile: "It is just what your uncle's talent is. I agree. What about you, my ministers?"
Naturally, no one objected, but everyone was thinking in their hearts that even the emperor had to avoid using the word "Zhao", which was normal. After all, the King Su was God, and it was normal for a son to avoid using the word "Zhao". Now that Duke Zhao Luoling had used the title "Sheng Wang", only the emperor could use the title "Sheng", and his subjects would have one less posthumous title.
Liu Che agreed with a stroke of his pen, and the result of the posthumous title was announced to all counties and kingdoms in the world. Luo Jing returned to Zhaocheng with the result of the posthumous title.
Zhaocheng was packed with people. Any stone thrown down could hit a convoy of marquises. It was no exaggeration to say that except when the emperor held an audience ceremony in Chang'an, there would never be a time when there were more powerful and noble people in Zhaocheng than there were now.
The troubles of the world are like passing clouds. Ji Zhao looked at the vitality that was constantly emerging in the world and sighed softly, "So that's how it is!"
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King Zhaosheng’s real name was Ling. He was the son of Luo and the lord of the four seasons.
When Ling was young, he was cautious by nature and did not like to point out other people's faults. The people of Luo all said that this was the sign of a wise king.
It is a pity that Luo was lost, and all those who were crowned as officials in the royal family died. Ling fled to the south with the royal family's son and hid from the world.
After the death of the First Emperor, Ling was ordered by the Supreme Emperor Su Wang to come out. With his tiny body, he combined the creation of heaven and earth, controlled the fate of the world, called the wind and rain, and drove the thunder. The princes obeyed his orders and worked together to defeat the tyrannical Qin.
Ling had the power of the Supreme Emperor and the hope of being the leader of the princes, so King Xiang asked Ling to be crowned. The mandate of heaven was decided, and Ling lived in Zhaocheng. The dispute between Chu and Han was not heard there. When Emperor Gaozu came to the throne, Ling was crowned again.
Ling inherited the throne from Duke Zhao and was also named the Lord of the Four Seasons. Every year, the state offered sacrifices to him, and thousands of people went to worship him. He was the only one since the Su Wang Shanghuang who was called a god during his lifetime.
Ling's mind was clear, shining like glass, untainted by dust. He drew up plans and strategized, and acted accordingly. He united the princes, and after a few words, he managed to show the arrogance of King Xiang and the wisdom of Emperor Gaozu, yet they still bowed their heads. His profound wisdom can be seen from this.
Praise: It is magnificent, a god like this is rare in the world!
The ancient sage kings were born as emperors and became spirits after their death. In ancient times, there were people who could communicate with gods and humans. Since Emperor Zhuanxu, the earth and the sky were connected. The achievements of Yu and Tang were rare. It was not until the Su Wang Shang Huang opened up the sky and preached the Tao, and the four seasons were governed by the Tao and manifested. Only then did we know the prosperity of ancient times. - "Records of the Grand Historian: The Family of Luo Zhaogong"
Two in one, this counts as two chapters. Updates in the afternoon are considered extra chapters. In addition, publishing a single chapter is to improve the mental state. Spraying it is good for mental health.
But what many book friends said yesterday was very right, that you shouldn't read it. By the way, if the comments are simply gone, it was not deleted by me, it must be a glitch in the system. If I deleted it, I would have banned the comments as well, so as long as you haven't been banned, it was not deleted by me.
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