Chapter 347: Faith in Our God
In the palace.
Helian Shuchi was in the Ganyang Palace, getting dressed for today's sacrifice.
She was wearing a sheepskin coat and had animal bones and silver bells on her waist.
He wore a golden crown on his head, with the image of a wolf's head carved on the front of the crown, and two blood-red gems embedded in the wolf's eyes.
They were going to offer sacrifices to the grassland god Wu Ran. It was said that Wu Ran's appearance was ever-changing, and he often turned into a wolf.
Helian Shuchi stood in front of the bronze mirror and looked at himself, feeling quite satisfied.
Satisfied with her own outfit and also with Dayu's bronze mirror.
The bronze mirrors here are polished to a very bright shine and reflect people very clearly, as if there is a living person in the mirror.
"Mother!" Helian Bozhi walked in from outside.
He also looked more heroic today than usual. His jet-black hair had been washed and braided into several thin braids, and a wolf's tooth hung around his neck.
Helian Shuchi could feel that his son's eyes had been bright in recent days, and he paid more attention to his appearance than before.
The most obvious point is that I only take a bath every few days.
When Helian Shuchi saw his son's appearance, he knew what was going on:
"Bo Ri, are you dressed up today for the sacrifice or for something else?"
"Mom, it's not for anything in particular, I just want to do this to feel cleaner and more comfortable."
Helian Bozhi said excitedly,
"Mother, do you know? There's a hot spring behind the palace. Even though it's cold now, you can jump in and take a bath. It's very comfortable."
Helian Shuchi's gaze returned to the mirror:
"Oh, how did you know?"
Helian Bo Ri: "Wan'er told me. Wan'er knows a lot of things."
Helian Shuchi curled the corners of his mouth.
When Helian Bo Ri mentioned Murong Wan, he thought of other things:
"Mother, when will we establish our own new dynasty? When the new dynasty is established, you can be the emperor here, and I will be the prince. This will be our kingdom."
The corners of Helian Shuchi's mouth curled up even more:
"Bo Ri, the Khan is still alive and well on the grasslands. How can we claim to be king?"
Helian Bozhi answered without hesitation:
"What does it matter? The Khan is in charge of the grasslands. We stay here to manage the new lands and just send some things back to the grasslands every year."
Helian Shuchi's gaze shifted from the bronze mirror to Helian Bozhi:
"Is this also what Wan'er told you?"
Helian Bo Ri shook his head: "No, Wan'er didn't say that, I just thought of it."
Wan'er had only asked him if he would ever return to the grasslands. Who would manage the conquered lands of Dayu? Who would be the new emperor of Dayu? Who would inherit everything?
Helian Shuchi sneered in his heart when he saw his son like this.
She only has one son, but she wonders if all sons in the world would be led by the nose by the girl they like.
Helian Shuchi: "Bo Ri, you are right and your thoughts are correct. I am very happy to see that you have thought more than before. It seems that Wan'er has had a great influence on you."
Helian Borri smiled: "Wan'er is very smart, she often thinks more than I do. She told me a lot about Dayu, and I also want her to see our Tiele Khan's sacrifice."
"But I heard that when Mother sent the message, she also invited her brother along. Why?"
Helian Shuchi finished dressing and walked out of the hall:
"Bo Ri, you have to understand one thing. We are people from the grassland. No matter how much we like a horse, we must hold the reins tightly in our hands."
…………
The weather is cold at the beginning of winter.
Dry, no snow.
A bonfire was burning brightly in the open space inside the palace.
The Hu people piled up wooden frames and hay layer by layer very high, and the burning fire also rose very high, requiring people to look up to see it.
Helian Shuchi led a group of Hu people around the campfire.
"Wan'er!"
As soon as Murong Wan arrived, Helian Bori went over to look for her.
"Wan'er, just stay by my side and watch. Our god Wu Ran will grant us strength."
"Okay, I'll watch here." Murong Wan nodded.
She was not interested and did not believe in the power of barbarism, but the important thing was that she stood by Helian Bozhi.
When Murong Ming saw that Helian Bori didn't greet him, he scratched his head awkwardly and stood beside Murong Wan.
The heat wave distorted the air, and the surrounding scenery also looked a little distorted.
Someone led cattle, sheep and horses to the campfire.
Murong Ming saw that the cows, sheep and horses were all painted with paint and strange patterns.
"Ahdunxiheili..." A string of words came out of Helian Shuchi's mouth.
The surrounding Hu people also repeated it.
Then someone handed Helian Shuchi a knife.
Helian Shuchi cut the knife into the necks of the animals.
Squeak——!
The blood of the animals splattered everywhere, and the ground was covered with blood.
The ruby wolf eyes on Helian Shuchi's crown also became redder.
Murong Ming and Murong Wan were both a little frightened.
For the first time, they witnessed the slaughter directly.
But the Hu people who were gathered around the fire started to cheer loudly:
“Woo——”
“Woo——”
“Woo——”
The livestock were burning in the fire, and the Hu people walked around the campfire while shouting.
Murong Ming and Murong Wan were pushed out by the crowd and looked at the Hu people as if they were a group of lunatics.
The Hu people continued to do this for at least two hours before they finally stopped.
Helian Shuchi loudly recited a series of words that Murong Ming and his sister could not understand, and then everyone knelt down and kowtowed.
After bowing, he slowly retreated.
The sacrificial ceremony finally came to an end.
At night, everyone would drink, eat meat, and sing and dance together all night long.
Before it got dark, Helian Shuchi returned to Ganyang Palace for a short rest.
She asked her son Helian Bori to guard the altar, and at the same time instructed the people around her:
"Go and bring Murong Wan here."
Helian Bozhi asked, "What does mother want her to do?"
Helian Shuchi: "You said she was very smart. I want to see if it's true and whether she can be my daughter-in-law."
Helian Bo Ri was very confident: "Mother will definitely like Wan'er very much."
When Helian Shuchi returned to Ganyang Palace, he saw Murong Wan already waiting at the door.
When Murong Wan saw Helian Shuchi, she bowed her head and saluted:
"Murong Wan meets General Helian."
Helian Shuchi looked at Murong Wan from head to toe:
"Yeah, you are indeed very beautiful. No wonder Bo Ri likes you so much."
Helian Shuchi signaled Murong Wan to enter the hall.
"You just saw our sacrifice. What do you think? Do you think we are barbaric and rude?"
Murong Wan smiled:
"General, Wan'er doesn't think so. The Tiele Khans are very brave and have their own gods. The Dayu people also believe in gods and worship them. It's just that the two have different ways of worshipping the gods."
Helian Shuchi nodded:
"What about you? Do you believe in our God?"
Murong Wan: "Maybe in the future, but I don't quite understand Tiele Khan's god yet."
"I think you should know that my son likes you very much and even wants to marry you." Helian Shuchi leaned on the tiger skin cushion on the couch.
"If you want to join our family, you must believe in the same God as us. Can you do that?"
Murong Wan felt Helian Shuchi's wolf-like gaze, and her scalp tightened a little:
"Wan'er can do it."
clang.
A dagger was thrown at Murong Wan's feet.
The wolf head on Helian Shuchi's crown seemed to be laughing:
"Our Wu Ran God is a God of Killing."
"If you want to prove that you can do it, then kill this man and show me."
Murong Wan, who had been trying to remain calm, finally showed panic in her eyes and looked at Helian Shuchi in surprise for a moment.
Helian Shuchi lazily pointed to the side:
"Don't look at me, look at your prey."
Murong Wan turned her neck stiffly.
The curtains on the side of the hall were lifted.
Murong Ming was dragged out.
He was tied up and had a cloth stuffed in his mouth.
He struggled in fear, his neck turned red, and he made indistinct whimpers.
“Woo-woo-woo—”
Murong Wan's face turned pale.
Helian Shuchi's voice floated down from above:
"Okay, let's get started."
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