Chapter 230: The End of the Ancient Past
If he was just an ordinary person in the clan, he could let it go, but he was the young master whom they would protect until death.
These days, I have read so many oracle inscriptions and bamboo slips with her.
How could she not know that changing her fate would require her to pay a price and shorten her lifespan.
Yun Xin said nothing, and the two of them acted as if nothing had happened, just as usual.
Every day the boy took care of the herbs and watered the fruit trees she grew, quarreled with the servants, and vie to be near her.
The fifteenth day passed too quickly.
The day before was the boy’s birthday. Yun Xin personally prayed for him and handed her jade pendant to the boy.
The next day, the king of Yu and the high priest came to her fiefdom with their army from the capital.
"If you change your mind, you can take my token and go southwest. You won't be found." She had already made arrangements in advance.
However, if he still launched a rebellion in the future, she would stand against him for the sake of the people of Yu State.
The young man looked at Yun Xin and responded softly, his lowered eyes calm yet mixed with tenderness.
Yun Xin stood in front of the palace, and those who came from the palace knelt down before her respectfully. It was not easy to see her, and everyone wanted to ask for a prophecy or two.
She just watched the young man leave without saying a word. Until the palace was completely quiet, she returned to the hall, sat on the high seat, and picked up the tortoise shell on the table.
"I won't be telling fortunes these days, and I don't want to meet any guests. Tell them not to come."
The servant took the order and left. Yun Xin took a deep breath, picked up the pen, and continued to do what she had not finished.
The servants in the palace had gone from being afraid and hostile towards the young man to being extremely anxious and worried now that he was actually leaving.
They are not like the high priest, who has seen through the fate of the world and the prosperity of the dynasty. Their hearts have long been like a deep pool and ancient well, and the departure of anyone will not cause any waves.
That's what everyone thinks.
Another day passed, and it was Chenshi, the time for sacrifice.
Yun Xin sat alone in the hall, seemingly without any emotion, but the carving knife in her hand had not moved for a long time.
The people who were sent out came back and reported that the sacrifice was completed, but the king was seriously injured. The Qiang boy used the human bones of the slaves in the tripod as a blade and smiled like an Asura. No one could react.
Even later, during such a cruel sacrificial process, he did not cry out, and in the end, he looked in the direction of the palace where she lived.
"Go down." Yun Xin waved her hand weakly.
The servant did not dare to disturb the high priest, so he walked lightly and quietly left the hall.
The sunlight dimmed and the hall became dark. At this moment, a tear fell on the piece of wood that had only half a word engraved on it, and the water mark slowly spread.
After countless calculations, it's still a dead end.
But to be honest, fate has indeed changed.
The king of Yu will not live long, but he can survive until she stabilizes the situation and avoids chaos in the world.
He got his revenge as he wished and chose his own final resting place himself. The altar was not far from her palace.
But she would feel more uncomfortable than she imagined.
At this point, five days later, the King of Yu died of illness in Youdi. The priestess Yunshen blocked the news and kept the death a secret until the prince she and the new queen chose took the lead.
Later, she went to the palace altar and ordered people to collect and retrieve the bones of the young tribesmen and take them back to their hometown for burial.
For the next three years, Priest Yunshen never told fortunes again. She said that she had revealed the secrets of heaven and many things could no longer be predicted accurately.
Only she herself knew, but she didn't want to count it. She carved bamboo slips day and night for those three years, hoping to leave something for future generations.
In the fifth year, the officials of the fiefdom wanted to curry favor with her, so they took great pains to select someone from the family who was more or less similar to the young man from that year, and sent him to be her attendant.
The priest, who was never easily angered, broke a piece of paper and looked at the official calmly.
"Next time you try to be smart, don't sit in this seat."
The official immediately broke out in a cold sweat and knelt down to admit his mistake.
"I'm not even going to the altar, and you're still finding a substitute to hang around in front of me. Get out of here."
Just like that, spring goes and autumn comes, the sun rises and the moon sets. It is beautiful when it snows in the secluded area. Sometimes when there are sunny days in winter, the golden sunlight shines on the snow on the top of the mountain.
She had told the boy about the golden mountain in the sun, and he should want to see it, but unfortunately, they had known each other for too short a time.
Many years later, the most powerful priest of the Yu State also had white hair.
She is already over fifty years old, which is considered very long-lived in that era, and a new king is about to ascend the throne.
People all say that High Priest Yunshen spent her entire life praying for the State of Yu on the sacred mountain, never married, and taught many disciples, but none of them could understand all the bamboo slips.
This is probably the biggest regret in her life.
The little girl with two pigtails who used to be by his side is no longer with him. She chose to be buried on the mountain to continue to accompany Xun Xin.
The attendants around him were also replaced. Except for the mountains and rivers that had remained unchanged for decades, everything around him seemed to have changed.
But everyone knew that the few times the High Priest went down the mountain to handle affairs, he would avoid the path leading to the altar.
But today, she said she wanted to go to the altar.
With the help of her attendants, she came to the statue of the mountain god and placed only melons on it.
There was no complicated sacrificial ceremony, and she even took two pieces to eat herself.
She had been taking a detour to avoid the altar over the years because she didn't dare to come. She knew the sacrificial process, so she was afraid to see anything related to him here.
I came here specially now because I know that my time is up and if I don't come now I will have no chance.
Looking at the lonely and cold altar, the old priest sighed softly, and the fate of the Yu Kingdom was about to come to an end.
In a few hundred years, human sacrifice and burial will be gradually abolished.
She figured it out.
That night, Yun Xin calmly arranged her own funeral affairs.
There was no need for livestock and slaves to be buried with the dead, nor any burial objects. Just put her favorite jade figurines in there.
You don't have to pick a place, just dig a hole in the mountains.
Given her respected status, it is really puzzling that such an arrangement was made.
Yun Xin's disciple and the new priest of Youdi came to persuade him.
She just said, "Without descendants, what's the point of feng shui? When fate comes, it's the same everywhere."
The royal tomb is on the dragon vein. The Yu State is about to run out of luck and will be destroyed within twenty years.
"I don't care about enjoying wealth and glory in the underworld after death. It's too cold. I just hope that I can see the mountains and rivers in the world in my next life, if there is a next life."
The last oracle left by Yu State priest Yun Xin was his own death, as well as a prophecy of the world situation several hundred years later.
Throughout her life, she had never made a mistake in her divinations. It would be hard to find another fortune teller with such extraordinary talent in the next thousand years.
Later, she disappeared into history along with the State of Yu. She left no stone tablets or bronze ritual vessels to record her life, and later generations only recorded a few words about the State of Yu.
She did not leave her name, and even the documents she compiled were gradually lost, leaving only fragments. Even if a fortune teller obtained them and regarded them as treasures, no one would know who wrote them.
Because when the previous one was changed, an extra chapter was added. I was afraid that it would affect the reading because it was too long, so I split it into one chapter. I was too sleepy in the early morning, so yesterday's chapter lacked some details.
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