Human beings are deceitful, and the flesh is infinitely deduced

Chapter 323 322. The Virgin of Tianyuan (please subscribe!)
"Do you want to know... the secrets of the gods?"

A soft sentence fell into Ji Yunting's ears, but caused an uproar.

In Daxia, the gods have a very high status, and they will send oracles to guide the people of Daxia to act and explore the secrets of the gods, which has always been regarded as a taboo of disrespect.

"The secret of the gods..."

Ji Yunting chewed this sentence over and over again, with awe in his heart, looked at the Zhenyang Stone in his hand, and asked aloud, "Who are you?"

A faint voice came from the stone in the center of the town: "My name is Wuxu, and I come to solve the doubts in your heart."

This sound seemed to have crossed an extremely long distance, as if it might dissipate at any time, and it seemed to be mixed with some vague noises, which sounded extremely mysterious.

Ji Yunting was startled, but quickly realized, and said with a sneer, "You are that man on the battlefield that day, aren't you?"

Inside Zhenyang Stone, An Le raised his eyebrows, knowing that his plan to pretend to be a ghost had failed.

Ji Yunting was obviously not as easy to fool as the people of the Great Thai Dynasty back then, and based on the few clues he had, he guessed his identity.

However, An Le didn't intend to lie to the Empress Daxia, and said frankly, "It's me."

After the initial surprise, Ji Yunting had recovered his usual calmness and asked.

"Then are you dead or alive now?"

An Le replied: "Dead, but still alive."

Ji Yunting didn't understand, but he didn't dwell on this issue for too long, and instead asked straightforwardly: "What do you mean by the secret of the gods?"

"Hasn't Your Highness Ji noticed it a long time ago? It's just... just unwilling to believe it."

An Le continued: "The gods are not benevolent, and treat all things as dogs."

"Whether it is Da Zhou or Da Xia, they are just pawns of the gods. The truth may be crueler than you and I imagined. Your Highness Ji, do you really want to know?"

Ji Yunting's heart trembled, but the expression in her beautiful eyes quickly became firm: "I would like to hear the details."

An Le said sincerely: "First of all, please ask Your Highness Ji to take me to see the current situation of Da Xia."

Ji Yunting hesitated for a moment, nodded and said, "Okay."

"But in exchange, you also have to tell me what kind of place the Dazhou you are talking about is."

Therefore, Ji Yunting brought Zhenyang Stone to the city where Yunting Mansion is located.

The streets are full of people coming and going, bustling and bustling, very lively.

There are many monks with strong aura and weak civilians among the pedestrians. At first glance, the situation is not much different from that in the city of Dazhou. The magic weapons held by the monks seem to be very advanced. Someone turned into a streamer and roared past from a high place, attracting many envious eyes.

However, there is no tall palace for the original giants to live here, and the clothing and architectural styles are slightly different.

But An Le took a closer look and noticed the clue.

Ordinary civilians on the street, when facing the monks, their attitudes are extremely respectful, even a little humble and fearful.

The monks also inadvertently showed a superior attitude towards the common people.

Due to the gap in strength, it is instinctive for mortals to fear monks, and there is indeed a gap in identity between the two sides.

But in Dazhou, this situation will not be so obvious.

After all, if one goes back to the source, the people of the Great Zhou Dynasty are all descendants of the original giants, and it is not certain whose ancestor is a big man.

At the same time, the invasion of darkness made it almost an obligation and responsibility for the original giants and monks to protect the low-level civilians, and the relationship between the two parties was naturally closer.

An Lexin said: "The situation between commoners and monks in Daxia seems to be a little delicate."

Suddenly, An Le's pupils narrowed, and he looked at a carriage coming from outside the city.

The cart was pulled by a simple and honest big exotic horse, which looked strong and powerful, and what it was pulling was a prison cart, and the wooden cage was packed full of people!
These people were all dressed in rags, their faces were numb, their eyes were empty and lifeless, and they were out of place with the pedestrians on the street.

They are clearly in the same city as the rest of Daxia, but they seem to be in two worlds!
An Le calmed down and asked, "Who is... on the prison car?"

Ji Yunting was a little surprised, as if he didn't understand why he would ask such a question, but he still said: "Those people are slaves."

"It is estimated that he was sent into slavery because he wanted to escape from labor."

The more An Le listened, the more serious her mood became: "Does Daxia still have slave status?"

"Isn't there one in Dazhou?"

Ji Yunting was inexplicably surprised, and explained: "In our Great Xia, the people are divided into six classes, namely slaves, peasants, merchants, scholars, Zhu, and kings."

"Slaves are the most humble, and they can be killed and dispatched at will. Farmers and merchants are a little better. Monks and priests have high status and are respected by people. As for the king, it refers to the royal family like me."

An Le was stunned and said nothing, thinking in his heart: "This Great Xia is still in the semi-slave and semi-feudal stage."

What makes Anle feel the most chilling is not the slaves in the prison cars, but the naturalness in Ji Yunting's words. Under the influence of her ears and eyes, she will not feel that this situation is abnormal at all, and she will not resist dividing people into different classes. Step, and the whole Great Xia, obviously is like this.

Next, Ji Yunting continued to take An Le to wander around the city, and what he saw and heard confirmed his conjecture.

Compared with Da Zhou, the life of common people at the bottom of Da Xia can only be described as "difficult".

The hardest, most tiring, and most difficult tasks are all done by slaves. The harvest of farmers must be turned in regularly in exchange for living supplies. The rights and interests of merchants are only protected when they trade with their inferior and equal people.

Unless the people above give orders, monks rarely spontaneously help civilians build cities and solve problems.

The descendants of slaves will only be slaves, farmers will remain farmers all their lives, but the children of monks can practice cultivation from birth.

There seems to be an insurmountable gap between different people.

The cultivation resources, food and clothing expenses of the upper class are all provided by the lower class. They are like leeches, greedily sucking the blood of the lower class, endlessly!
"Isn't the heart supposed to supply blood?"

An Le muttered to himself: "How could this be?"

He originally thought that the conflicts within Da Zhou would be troublesome enough, but compared with the current situation in Da Xia, it really pales in comparison.

Ji Yunting couldn't understand An Le's mood, and asked, "Are there no slaves in your Great Zhou?"

An Le replied: "No."

Although the princes and kings of the Great Zhou had servants, they were not slaves, but people who voluntarily served the king. The original giants would never regard the lives of ordinary civilians as worthless.

"how can that be?"

Ji Yunting frowned in confusion: "Who will do the dirty work of building the city wall and transporting building materials?"

An Le said: "It doesn't matter, the monk and the original giant will make a move."

Ji Yunting: "The original giant?"

An Le briefly explained to Ji Yunting the origin of the Great Zhou Dynasty and the relationship between the original people and ordinary people.

After listening, Ji Yunting was shocked and said, "Doesn't this mean that all of you are royals?"

An Le froze for a moment, but after thinking about it carefully, it seemed to be true.

Ji Yunting said again: "It turns out...the extraordinarily huge demon we met at night is your ancestor."

When mentioning this matter, An Le felt a little heavy. He thought of the people who died in the dark night, and the original giants who took away the town center stone and lured away the soldiers of Daxia. He didn't even know the names of those people. I know, but I remember the back of their departure.

He said: "You may not believe that the monks and giants of the Great Zhou Dynasty are willing to sacrifice themselves to protect the civilians."

Ji Yunting smiled bitterly: "I probably wouldn't believe it before, but after hearing what you said, I actually feel that such a thing really exists."

"please wait a moment."

An Le said to Ji Yunting, and then, an extremely weak ray of Xiantian Qi pierced out from the central stone and landed in front of her eyes.

The innate qi does not change with time, neither proliferates nor dissipates, and is extremely stable.

Anle uses this characteristic to move in the dark and communicate with Ji Yunting.

Afterwards, this ray of innate qi manifested in front of Ji Yunting's eyes, flowing pictures one after another.

"This is……"

Ji Yunting saw the commotion erupting in Yuansheng City, saw Yuan Zhuo and An Le ordering the crowd, and then saw the darkness coming...

These scenes come from Anle's memory, and from another angle, they show Ji Yunting the true face of that dark night.

During this time, An Le was not only busy observing Ji Yunting's daily life, but also exercising his control over the innate qi every day, so that he could do this kind of thing.

Not long after, the picture freezes on Anle surrounded by Ji Yunting and others, and then disappears.

Ji Yunting stood there dumbfounded, and smiled wryly after a long time: "Sure enough, my hands have long been stained with the blood of many innocent people."

"I also have to admit that this kind of thing is almost impossible to happen in Daxia."

These memory fragments brought Ji Yunting a great shock, so that when she wandered around the city afterwards, she was always out of her mind.

Until Ji Yunting walked in front of a magnificent building unknowingly, An Le couldn't help asking.

"here is?"

This building looks like a palace, but also like a temple, and it is extraordinarily beautiful.

There was an endless stream of pedestrians all around, and there were farmers, wealthy businessmen, monks, and even slaves with the lowest status, all looking into the depths of the temple with respectful and expectant eyes.

Ji Yunting came back to his senses and replied, "This is the temple."

An Le suddenly understood.

Under the gods, all living beings are equal.

Whether it is a slave or a monk, they are all ants in front of the gods, but they seem to be equal.

In Daxia, the reason why the atmosphere of belief in gods is more intense may also be related to the large gap between different classes.

An Le also saw a woman holding a baby in her arms. Seeing her ragged clothes and haggard face, she was probably a slave, and the child in her arms was motionless, as if she had been dead for a long time.

The woman couldn't help murmuring: "Our Lady of Tianyuan bless my son, and I will be reborn as a child of a wealthy family in the next life."

An Le's heart is heavy.

Because there is no hope in this life, they pin their hopes on the world after death and the afterlife, and believing in gods is the only way for people.

An Le sighed softly in her heart, then noticed a word in the woman's mouth, and said.

"Our Lady of Tianyuan..."

As soon as he uttered the name, An Le suddenly felt something in his heart, as if there was an invisible silk thread hanging from a high place, trying to connect him.

However, perhaps because he was in the central stone, the strange silk thread lingered for a while, and then stopped following it.

This sudden change made Anle startled.

"Is that... the gaze of a god?"

But he clearly just pronounced the name, and he was watched by the gods?
This treatment is a bit too exaggerated!
An Le knew beforehand that thinking about, thinking about, and mentioning gods may be known by the gods, but there are so many people who chant the name of the gods, why are they so sensitive to him?
Suddenly, An Le was stunned.

What if... the god itself has a deep connection with him?
When this connection is strong to a certain extent, it only needs an opportunity to be watched.

He had a clear understanding: "This Tianyuan Holy Mother is probably the mother of this physical body."

An Le suppressed the distracting thoughts in his mind, and asked Ji Yunting, "Are all the gods enshrined in Da Xia's temple?"

He dare not mention this name now, for fear of causing some changes again.

Ji Yunting didn't know anything about his thoughts, and said, "Of course not."

"The gods that I enshrine in Daxia, there are always more than a dozen names, but the ones with the most believers are the Tianyuan Holy Mother and Houtu Dijun, the two righteous gods of Daxia."

These words confirmed Anle's previous speculation.

There is never only one god.

Obviously, the relationship between them may not be monolithic.

However, there is a big difference between Daxia and Dazhou in this regard. Dazhou did not have the habit of calling any god by its name directly. Commoners often referred to them as gods when they prayed, and they seemed to regard them as a whole.

An Le asked again: "These two righteous gods, what powers are they respectively in charge of?"

Ji Yunting was already very concerned about the gods, so he explained it to him.

"The Holy Mother of Tianyuan and the Emperor Houtu are said to be the creators of this world. The former drew a straight line in the chaos and there was the sky, and the latter drew a circle and there was the earth."

"The Holy Mother of Tianyuan is high above, monitoring the billions of stars, and everything is in His eyes, and there is no place that can escape His sight."

Ji Yunting continued: "He is just and selfless, but kind and tender. It is He who casts the sun, which makes life flourish and all things grow. It is He who creates the night, so that there is an alternation of day and night, so that people will not die in the sun." , According to legend, His real body once came to Daxia to enlighten people's wisdom."

"Emperor Houtu pacified the mountains and rivers, made the rivers no longer run out of control, and revitalized the earth. Under his mighty power, the mountains and rivers became suitable for living, water gurgled from the ground, and the cold plateau became flat."

"All creatures on the surface of the earth are his people."

In the end, Ji Yunting added: "Of course, these are all meritorious deeds in the temple. I don't know if they are true or not."

She said frankly: "Now I have abandoned my previous beliefs."

(End of this chapter)