Reincarnation simulation: I can change my life against the sky

Chapter 310 The sacrificial plan, the great doctor of the common people, draw up a contract, part ways!
Three Jin lands, Wei.

The vast black water buried the former Chaoge.

Except for the lost Jin, no one knows what kind of things exist in this place where many bones are buried.

But today,
The huge land of Wei, however, was shaken by the black water adjacent to Northern Zhao.

There is a change in the sky, a mysterious bird totem is dyed with new fire, and the haze that covers the sky and the sun is dispelled one by one, and it goes straight for hundreds of miles.

Followed closely, before the ancient times, the blood of the King of Jin who left an unforgettable memory for this land of the Three Jins.

With an undisguised gesture, he used his authority called 'First Fire' to manifest towards this land wantonly, swearing his return.

The previous oppression was like a 'nightmare' to the descendants of Wei Tu's divine blood.

The same is true for nobles in other places of the Jin Dynasty.

Because to this day, they are still under the control of the kings, the sacred and blood nobles who are prominent in the land of the Three Jins.

All of them abandoned the covenant and banned the participants and bystanders of Jintong.

The three kings took the lead, and the ministers acquiesced, and divided up the current territory.

Thousands of years have passed
The Lord Jin, who had bowed his head to take off the crown and was suspected of being killed by the joint efforts of the three kings, swore his return without warning.

Such a shock, no one in the upper blood of the gods dared to ignore it.

Including those ancient dukes standing at the top.

Even more so.

Great Wei, Liangdu.

This is the center of Wei soil, and it is also the capital created by the existence who inherited the authority of 'Plague' and 'Curse'.

It has been mentioned before that now the Kyushu is all over the world, except for Qi, which stands in the east and is controlled by the Lord Jiang Qi, it can be regarded as civilized.

In the rest of the countries, ordinary people who have not inherited the blood of the gods live like ants in the cracks.

Those who can find the extraordinary path are still good, but if they can't find it, in such a big environment, they can only lament how difficult people's livelihood is.

There are many mountains and wastelands in the Western Qin Dynasty. All the people have never been civilized, and most of them are slaves.

In the land of Zhao Kingdom's Four Wars, the people of all countries have to go to battle with the gods and soldiers of other countries every time they go to war, and in the end, only five or five people can return.

As for Wei Tu, there is an atmosphere of 'plague' and 'unknown' everywhere.

Dozens of big cities in this country are all focused on offering sacrifices to the God of Plague who once came to Kyushu and was nicknamed the "God of Suffering".

And every sacrifice,

The descendants of aristocrats with a prominent position and blood flowing from the gods, who are already in charge of this line of authority, naturally have no effect on the spread of the disease, and even enjoy it quite a bit.

But once the plague spreads, all the people who are unfortunate enough to come into contact with it will, in all likelihood, suffer from serious illnesses, and what is even worse, will die directly as a result.

under such high pressure conditions.

The entire vast land of Wei was filled with a depressive and dull atmosphere.

Liangdu, the sacrificial temple in the inner city.

This sacrificial place was established by the king of the Wei realm, and it is used to worship the sacred one named 'Bitter Lord' outside the sky.

That was the source of his divine blood and authority, and [-]% of the descendants of divine blood in the entire Wei realm were separated from his main line.

Therefore, this sacrificial temple is even more solemn and mysterious than the majestic Wei Palace.

At this time, there was a figure in a black robe and a blue cloak.

Outside the Temple of the God of Suffering, on both sides of the temple, under the blowing of the large bronze flags that are more than ten feet long, they strode along the long, ancient black stone road in a flash.

After being greeted respectfully by the blood guards on both sides, they stepped into the dark temple hall.

In addition to candlelight, there is no source of light in the temple.

There is only one bronze statue with four heads and eight arms, whose appearance cannot be seen clearly, but which is more than ten feet high, and even adjoins the eaves of the temple. Standing here, it glows faintly.

In the dim light, it looks even more terrifying.

In other words, God's power is like a prison.

But the visitors seem to have become accustomed to this.

As an outsider and a prince, he is in the same line as the King of Wei, and he is the Prime Minister of Jinyang, who is in charge of the administration of the Shangqing in Wei.

At this time, he stepped into the temple of the God of Suffering. He looked at the dead tree in front of him, sitting withered in front of the futon of the statue, facing the figure in sacrificial clothing who did not move by the faint candlelight, and said in a deep voice:

"The successor king of the Jin family has not died."

"He has shown signs in the land we rule."

"Furthermore, along with his present existence, there is also an ancient existence of unknown origin, showing its power and power, shining directly for thousands of miles, and in the dark, it gave us a feeling."

"That aura. It seems to be the Xuanniao of Xuanshang back then, but I'm not sure."

"None of them have concealed their aura."

"Based on this, the false king of Jin is likely to make a comeback after thousands of years have passed."

"Wang, are you still 'sacrificing'?"

Jun Jinyang looked at the rotten wood figure and asked.

Follow his words.

In the whole Wei land, apart from the king, the most noble status, and the priest of Wen who was in charge of the sacrificial power, stood up.

Under the broken dark green sacrificial robe, Priest Plague's body trembled, as if something unknown was hidden in that thin body.

He heard Jun Jinyang's words, and responded with simple and simple words like ravings:

"Thousands of years have passed."

"He responded to the king's call. Therefore, the king will prepare to please him with a grand sacrifice at the end of his life in this kingdom."

"At that time, the king will get rid of the current predicament, go one step further, and obtain even greater divine authority."

"And right now, it's the critical time."

Priest Plague turned around. Under the half-covered mask, only the hollow left eye and the black fine lines on the edge of the pupil socket were exposed.

Thin and weak, the palm hidden under the dark green robe slowly grasped the cold scepter:
"Before that, I can't let this land be messed up by people who have nothing to do with it."

"The king of the past fell into the clouds, and now he is making a comeback today. How much of the majestic majesty is left?"

"It's nothing more than inheriting the glory of my father. If a fox pretends to be a tiger, if he really dares to set foot on the land of Wei, he will go to Liangdu."

"The 'plague' and 'curse' that we have practiced for thousands of years are enough to make him suffer more profoundly than he did back then!"

As soon as the plague priest spoke, dark green snakes like cobwebs slid out of his body continuously.

Every blurred snake shadow is the most difficult plague and curse in the world.

Not to mention ordinary people.

Even if it is the existence of the same level, those ancient people in the blood of the gods, if they are rashly contaminated, the long years after that may not be able to live in peace!

Jun Jinyang took two steps back, looking at the scene in front of him, he felt palpitations in his heart.

He looked at the Plague Priest in front of him, full of fear in his eyes.

Among the several ancients standing at the top of Wei Tu, Priest Wen's attainments in these things are second only to the Witch King of the Wei family.

He seldom goes out, and every time he walks out of this sacrificial temple, there will be disturbances.

There used to be ordinary people who just looked at him and didn't kneel down in time, so they got into a lot of trouble for no reason.

After this ancient existence left.

The mortals who committed the crime of 'offending', as well as other ordinary people present, turned into thick water on the spot, their bone marrow melted, and not even a drop of blood was left.

Its ferocity and surlyness are rare even in the plague-ridden and cursed Wei soil!
In addition, King Wei Wu doesn't come out all the year round.

Therefore, the horror and mystery of Priest Wen are unparalleled in the entire Wei Kingdom.

Even Lord Jinyang, who is the head of all officials and named Xiangguo, is unwilling to compete with him.

Seeing that his tone was so firm at this time, and also smelling that the Witch King who couldn't sacrifice all day long, there was finally a possibility to go further.

Jun Jinyang also had a decision in his heart, he was relieved, and was about to leave.

However, in the temple of the God of Suffering, one of the ghost lamps enshrined on the side suddenly shook for a while.

Then with a 'wow', the soul light was completely extinguished.

Seeing the soul lamp go out, the expressions of the two people present changed at the same time.

In this sacred temple, those who can enjoy the company of sacrifices are all the pillars of the country, and they are ancient people who are very few in the vast Wei land.

A ray of their souls resides in this soul cup, sharing the sacred glory with the stalwart King Wei Wu.

The two people in the temple naturally understood what the extinguishing of the soul lamp meant.

The source of the 'soul' is dead.

The gazes of the two people stared at the extinguished soul lamp together——

That is
The 'Impermanence' who left alone after seeing the Witch King for the last time.

It is also an ancient existence that is most loyal to the Witch King and respects his life in all matters.

Regarding this, Priest Plague's complexion suddenly became ugly, with hints of anger:

"Impermanence, leave Liangdu at the king's order!"

"There is a heavy burden on him, and only he knows which big city and where the ordinary people live in the various sacrificial links set up in Weijing!"

"Impermanence died, and the news has not yet been sent back. We have to rearrange and delay time. Who killed him?"

"He is the most tyrannical ancient under the king of blood. He once drank the blood of two ancients during the night change!"

"Which country exists that can know such top secrets?"

"check!"

For a moment, there were countless snake shadows neighing in this temple.

And that weird god statue, with four heads facing southeast, northwest, and originally closed eyes.
But at this moment, a crack opened slightly.

Liang is thousands of miles away.

A forest.

Stepping on the withered yellow grass, on the dry canal.

An old man in linen clothes and a kerchief on his head, the palms of his hands were originally white, but now they were stained with bubbling black blood, and there was nothing clean about him from top to bottom.

Behind him, dragged by his palm, was a headless corpse several feet high.

Layers of chains were wrapped around his body, and the black blood flowing from his body was dragged by the old man, flowing out a long road of black blood.

The old man's aura was not optimistic, as if he had been corrupted by some kind of force.

He has traveled a long distance.

finally--

In this sparsely populated area, he finally came to a circle of plains covered by fences and with a few thatched houses.

Outside the fence, there are loads of herbs, glowing a little under the rare sun.

Ginseng, Cocklebur, Garcinia, Sweetgum.
One after another, after a long time of experimentation, combined with the few words left over from ancient history, the elixir and spiritual material that can finally cure the world and relieve plague and disease can be seen everywhere here.

On the fence, there is a crooked plaque.

The word 'medical' is engraved on it.

The old man's name is Changsang Jun.

He is the man at the helm of various schools of thought and medical schools.

The state of Wei is permeated with "plague" and "disease" all the year round, and all the people suffer from unspeakable suffering.

Therefore, most of the study tours and subordinates of the medical school followed Lord Changsang, and in the land of the Three Jins, especially the Wei soil, they cured diseases and helped the common people.

Mr. Changsang, together with his disciples, has been wandering in this land for too long.

They didn't choose to go to Jixia to write books and biography, because the way of "healer" is in this devastated and desolate place.

Healing the suffering of the common people is the fundamental way for the healer to practice.

"To be a doctor, you must have superb medical skills, and the way of medicine is as good as the subtle things."

"To be a doctor, one must be morally noble, and the sincerity of a great doctor is the foundation of a doctor's life"

"As a doctor, you should not look forward and backward, self-discipline good or bad, protect your life, no matter day or night, cold or heat, hunger, thirst and fatigue, you should go to rescue with one heart."

Inside those thatched huts.

There is the sound of reading aloud and holding on, sonorous, and has its own charm.

It was an article written by doctors to help the world.

The whole article is nothing more than what is a 'doctor' and what is a 'medical way'!
When I heard outside the fence group, there was a movement slowly moving from far away.

In the courtyard, people in civilian clothes holding herbs in their hands and carrying medicine bags on their backs all looked out.

When they saw Mr. Changsang's appearance, they all showed surprise.

Even with that over and over again, reciting the article of the book of medicine, it all faded away.

Following closely behind, dozens of doctors and bachelors came out from various huts.

Even though they were wearing rough clothes and straw sandals, the spirits of these people were all full of aura, and their eyes were full of divine light.

They are all practitioners who have entered the Tao with 'medicine'.

He is also a cultivator who can only be born in this era.

"Sir, why are you here?"

A doctor with a bachelor's degree stepped forward and asked each other, his tone was very surprised.

This statement is also what these dozens of doctors think in their hearts.

Every time Mr. Changsang travels, it is to save the world and save the people, so as to save the people of one side of Wei from suffering from the plague.

But this time, he was uncharacteristically dragging the headless corpse back.

After the initial astonishment passed, many doctors who had traveled around the Wei state for many years gradually recognized the identity of the corpse in front of them.

The reason is nothing else, it is because of his appearance, which is too obvious.

he is
One of the few princes in the Wei realm, he is also the right-hand man of the Wu King of Wei!

Lord of impermanence!
"Impermanence Lord!"

"He, why is he being dragged by you, sir, he"

Some doctors spoke indiscriminately, with horror and a little fear on their faces.

Not for anything else, but because these descendants of the divine blood of Wei Jing, the strength has penetrated into their bones.

Even if there is only a slight trace of the power it left behind, it is difficult to make people feel a sense of resistance.

But right now, an ancient prince of the Wei realm was beheaded alive!
Mr. Chang Sang dragged him back. Is this for rescue?

but!

Although their doctors uphold the philosophy of Hua Yi's stupid wisdom and universal equality, but these Weijing divine blood that emit plague and curse are the chief culprits of that source!

It seems to have seen the thoughts of the disciples and bachelors.

Mr. Changsang slowly raised his left palm, looked at the black blood of the ancient man, and said in a low voice:

"he died."

"I killed it."

The old man raised his eyes and remembered the scene he saw during this trip.

The descendants of the divine blood of Wei Jing, those princes and officials in power, are no longer satisfied with just spreading a little plague and disease.
In their mouth, the greatness is second only to Wu Changhou, the Witch King.

This time he walked out of Liangdu himself, carrying his dark chains, and set foot in every corner of Weitu.

He used the technique that belonged to the Witch King to arrange formations in almost all the places where ordinary people gathered in the Wei state.

Mr. Changsang intensively studied medicine day and night, and dealt with the gadgets set by those people all year round, so he felt it very clearly.

If these things are arranged to be completed.

Ordinary ordinary people in the Wei Kingdom, at least half of them evaporated in the plague caused by the operation of the formation.

As the people of a country, the act of offering sacrifices to the plague is just to please the so-called God of Suffering who has not shown up for thousands of years!

What a bloody fact.

So much so that Mr. Changsang, who had been avoiding him all the time, finally felt chills in his heart, so he desperately beheaded the ancient prince and dragged his body back not far away for research. .

He knew very well what consequences this would bring.

but.
as a physician.

Don't show great compassion and compassion, vow to save the suffering of the soul,
Can you still be called a doctor?

So, he did it for the first time.

"Wei territory will soon be filled with a great plague, this time."

"I think it's the most serious one in a thousand years. Maybe in the end, no matter how great the doctor is, they won't be able to save even one person."

"You, you can go north to Zhao, and go to work with your brother Bian Que to experience the people's heart and medicine in another place."

"You can also go east, to Jixia."

"Continue to promote the essence of my family of doctors there, don't let the common people's thoughts, the name of hanging the pot to help the world, be lost!"

The old man looked sideways at the corpse behind him.

He is clear.

in later years.

No matter how superb his medical skills are, he can still live to death.

But I'm afraid...the land cannot be saved.

That horrible plague formation, and the ancient sacrificial pattern, had to be launched by an ancient man himself. It was clear that it was a big battle that had not been seen in a thousand years.

How can the witch king and the priest give up?
But even if it can't be saved.

He also had to stay here and give it a try.

Otherwise, what can you do, great doctor of the common people!

As soon as this remark came out, there was a lot of discussion, and then a student on the left couldn't help but say:
"What about you, teacher?"

In this regard, Changsang Jun let out a long sigh:
"me."

"I'm not leaving."

He turned around and looked at the land surrounded by plague and disease. His tall and straight figure was a little hunched, and his eyes showed a rare confusion:
"This kind of world, where is it different?"

"Since I have this power, if I think about it, I still need to do something."

"After all, the arm of a mantis is like a cart,"

"It's always. It's done."

In the northern border of Wei State, above the vast black water.

Jinzhu and Jiqiu are divided into north and south.

Now the lord of the Jin clan with fluttering crimson hair and eyes that seemed to contain flames was a completely different person from not long ago.

Having regained his old face, he wanted to punish those who had betrayed him one by one.

Regarding this, Ji Qiu didn't say much, let alone objected.

He just looked at the reborn figure at the moment of leaving, and said the most solemn sentence before parting ways:

"Your Excellency, go here, the mountains are high and the sea is wide."

"I would like to wish Your Excellency to kill the Wu King of Wei, the King Wu of Zhao, and the Lord of the Han Clan, so that the great hatred will be avenged and the name will be rectified again."

"but,"

"I hope Your Excellency, don't want to dye the unprovoked flames of war on all ordinary people."

"I know that before your Excellency succeeded to the throne, you looked down on the common people. You never kept company with the ants under your feet, nor did you fight with your hands. You only saw blood on the battlefield with the blood of hostile gods. That's why I gave you this opportunity. You are born again."

"Just like the contract you and I made."

"My enemies in the land of the Three Jins are only the kings and those ancient ones!"

"If you breach the contract."

"Ji Qiu, come here to ask for advice, and take back the things I gave you!"

After all, the man in white bowed his hands.

Immediately afterwards, together with the mysterious black bird on the shoulders, they crossed the black water and flew to the north.

Only Jinzhu who was walking on the flames was left, thinking about what Ji Qiu said, and then smiled dismissively:
"Gu never puts his eyes on Gu's feet."

"Whether it is divine blood or common people, they are all the same, there is no essential difference."

"Ji Qiu?"

"As long as you don't hinder the grand plan of killing the king and killing the thief, Gu will not embarrass anyone!"

"It's okay to draw up this contract!"

(End of this chapter)