The Heavens: A Qing, the Yue Girl at the beginning

What to do? Give them a gift!
Although Zhang Yuyuan's daughter had been married into the Yue family for many years and had some influence in the palace, this kind of favor could not be used up again.

To expect someone to endorse this barely-there relative using their family's reputation, without offering gifts, how could one possibly expect to gain access to the Zhuji family with mere words? Shu Jiubi thought to himself, but his expression remained impassive as he bowed even more respectfully.

Although the Yue Kingdom also valued etiquette and integrity, its customs differed significantly from those of the Central Plains, leading to different focuses in understanding them.

The people of Yue value substance over reputation, and prioritize quality over style.

What they value is not the sweetness of their words or the elaborateness of their rituals, but rather the richness or poorness of their bribes and the prominence or obscurity of their achievements.

It is not spoken but acted upon; it is not written but embodied in objects.

For example, when two countries exchange hostages, the Central Plains people would first swear an oath before paying tribute; the Yue people, on the other hand, would first pay tribute before swearing an oath of blood. It was not that they lacked integrity, but rather that they regarded profit as the first sign of sincerity, and ritual as the subsequent test of affection.

Without proper etiquette, righteousness cannot be upheld; without clear benefits, affection cannot be solidified.

When gifts are received, they are not considered bribes, but rather as expressions of sincerity.

Therefore, when dealing with important officials of Yue, if one is preoccupied with empty words and pleasantries, they will perceive one as cowardly and indecisive. However, if one can show sincerity with generous gifts and respect with practical benefits, then a single word can establish a friendship, and a few words can secure one's trust!

But there's no need to go into detail about these words.

The lord was by nature frugal. Although the ship carried treasures south, he would show a sad expression every time he spent a single tael of gold, as if a piece of his heart was being torn out.

Previously, Jia Fuxi's greed for a thousand yi had already made him indignant and unable to eat; if he were asked to prepare generous gifts to bribe the Ji family, he would probably slam his fist on the table and angrily rebuke them before he could even finish speaking, blaming himself for his incompetence.

Shu Jiubi thought to himself that he was a sensible person and did not intend to provoke such trouble, so he immediately changed his tone and decided to first find out how much Xu Hou was willing to spend before making any further plans.

His expression grew even more solemn as he cupped his hands and said, “Your Majesty, I will certainly do my utmost to spread the word about the Zhuji clan. However, words alone cannot move people. May I ask what gifts Your Majesty intends to offer as a gift, and what position as a betrothal gift?”

"Is he an ordinary retainer, or a high-ranking official in charge of a specific task?"

A glint of light flashed in Xu Hou's eyes.

"Naturally, it is the Prime Minister," he declared loudly, his voice much louder than before. "Just as Geng Gong assisted the late king in the past! Although I have been exiled to the southern lands and am now a newly enfeoffed marquis, the state system has not been destroyed, and the moral order has been restored. If I can obtain Zhao Qing to serve me, why should I cherish this position?"

"Within the territory, all power over military, political, and financial matters can be entrusted to him!"

Even though I was prepared, I was still taken aback.

Although the State of Xu perished, its official system remained.

The title "Lingyin" is an old system established during the Yin and Shang dynasties.

Originating with Yi Yin, this position was the head of all officials, overseeing all government affairs and wielding power comparable to that of the ruler. Later dynasties largely followed this system; the states of Chu, Xu, Ju, and Qunshu all established this office, combining the roles of general and minister, with the general holding a position above all other ministers.

In the past, the fact that the various tribesmen of Yue held this position was a symbol of the friendly relations between Xu and Yue, and also clear evidence of the sincere friendship between the former King Yi Chu.

The lord has just been granted the southern lands, yet he is already eager to bestow this position upon a mere outsider. His urgency and the weight of his bet are beyond reason.

Although one cannot judge a person by their appearance, Zhao Qing may indeed have exceptional talent, but she is still relatively inexperienced. Her sudden promotion to this position will not only cause the Yue Kingdom court to look at her with suspicion, but also make those former officials of the Xu Kingdom who came south with their lord not convinced.
However, if he were to be granted official titles and ranks in a conventional manner, why would Zhao Qing abandon the recruitment of a hereditary noble family in Yue and come to serve him, a mere "Hou Xu" in name only? He could only win by showing such "sincerity".

As for the gender issue?

Duke Yi of Wei had already bestowed upon Linghe the title of Grand Master, granting him access to court meetings and participation in government affairs, and even providing him with a fief—this was still the practice of a Zhou-affiliated vassal state. Xu, inheriting the legacy of the Yin and Shang dynasties, had a more diverse and mixed social atmosphere, and did not traditionally adhere to Zhou rites. The practice of female shamans and sorcerers holding positions of power had existed since ancient times. Therefore, this matter need not be a major concern.

Shu Jiubi quickly calculated in his mind, his face showing respect, and he bowed deeply to the ground: "Your Majesty's magnanimity is beyond my comprehension!"

"I have heard that when Confucius left Lu and traveled to various states, he arrived in Qi. Duke Jing of Qi wanted to grant him the land of Nixi, but Yan Ying thwarted him, and the matter was dropped. Later, when Confucius served in Lu, he was initially only the magistrate of Zhongdu. The magistrate of Zhongdu was the head of a county, and his rank was only that of a lower-ranking official!"

"Even those with the virtue of a great sage and the talent to become saints must start from humble beginnings, working their way up step by step."

"Although Zhao Qing is virtuous, his name is not yet known among the feudal lords, and his achievements are not yet evident in the state. If we follow the usual procedure, he would only be granted the salary of a high official, given to govern a town, and his abilities would be observed gradually before being promoted. But Your Majesty alone has disregarded the opinions of the majority and directly appointed him as the prime minister, which is to skip three ranks and directly promote him to the head of all officials! This is truly an unprecedented and magnificent event! Compared with the treatment of Confucius by Duke Ding, the favor shown to him is more than ten times greater!"

"Although Duke Huan of Zhou only relieved Guan Zhong of his shackles and appointed him as prime minister, Your Majesty now entrusts the reins of the state to an unknown man. Even if Guan Zhong were to be resurrected, he would weep with gratitude in the netherworld."

These words made Xu Hou feel completely relaxed, his face glowing with a rosy light, all his gloom gone, and he looked quite pleased with himself. He seemed to be the discerning judge of horses, recognizing their superior qualities, and Zhao Qing was already moved to tears, bowing and thanking him profusely.

He clapped his hands and laughed, "You flatter me. I am merely following the example of the former king. Moreover, extraordinary people deserve extraordinary treatment."

"If one is too concerned with seniority and rigidly adheres to conventions, it is like trying to rein in a fine horse with a sluggish steed, or to cage a phoenix with a sparrow!"

Shu Jiubi agreed repeatedly, but then subtly changed the subject, starting to calculate the details for this generous and passionate lord.

"Your Majesty is wise."

“In the past, Xu was attacked by King Mu and later died at the hands of Shen Xu. His remaining people scattered like stars, some went to Chu, some returned to Yue, and some fled to the mountains and seas. I estimate that there are no fewer than 200 million people who have been stranded in Yue.”

"...Upon hearing that Your Majesty has been granted a fief, the old clans will surely come to submit; in addition, there are the Yue people already within the fiefdom, which could gather a population of four or five hundred million!"

"Its number is already close to 30% of the households under the jurisdiction of Gumeizi."

"Based on this foundation, we will strengthen our armor and weapons, improve our internal affairs, and gather talented individuals. Although Xu Zuo may temporarily decline due to the Eastern Barbarians, he may still be able to revive the Southern Lands. Although it may be difficult to restore the former glory of King Yan, we will be comparable to one of the Three Huan families of Lu! In the future, what great things will not be accomplished!"

Xu Hou was deeply moved and nodded repeatedly.

“But…” His brows, which had just relaxed, furrowed again. “You just said ‘generous gifts and humble words.’ Although the position of Prime Minister has been prepared, how should we handle this first gift in a proper manner?”

According to common etiquette, the gifts given when recruiting a talented person are nothing more than gold and jade, carriages and horses, clothing, utensils, servants, fields and houses.

"I have already prepared a list; please let me review it."

As he spoke, he took out a silk scroll from his sleeve and handed it over.

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the other side.

After looking after Shi Yiguang for a while, Zhao Qing saw that she was deep in thought and at peace, so he did not disturb her any further. He simply drew a sword circle around her to reinforce the array's restrictions, and then got up and went outside.

As dusk settles over Yu Mountain, the verdant mist gathers around its slopes. The night air rises from the valley floor, and with a gentle breeze, it dissipates into a serene and tranquil atmosphere that fills the entire mountain.

The chirping of mountain birds returning to their nests gradually subsided, replaced by the first chirping of grasshoppers, as delicate as shattered jade.

They had only walked a hundred or so steps when the golden carp leaped out of the stream beside the road, shaking off the water droplets, shaking their heads and wagging their tails, looking very happy.
"Do you need me to show you the way? The area around Yu Mausoleum is several hundred miles wide, dotted with ancient sites and scenic spots. Although I wouldn't claim to be an expert, I do know the way around. Where do you plan to visit?"

“…Let’s find a quieter place to walk around,” Zhao Qing replied.

Although time is running out, given her background, there's no need for her to care too much about the ordinary traditions here.

Besides, there will be plenty of opportunities to do it again in the future.

It's better to just take a walk and relax.

Upon hearing this, the golden carp flicked its tail in mid-air and pointed to the northwest with its fins in a seemingly serious manner: "Then let's go to a secluded place."

A man and a fish traverse forests and valleys. Along the way, ancient paths wind and twist, moss covers the stones, and ancient trees block out the sun and sky, their branches intertwined and swaying. A stream flows through the crevices of the rocks, its clear waters murmuring softly.

Broken steles overgrown with weeds, old traces buried in the mountains.

Ancient sites, where sages and philosophers of all ages have left their mark, are scattered in all directions. Some were ancient observation platforms, while others were resting places for ancient saints. The wind and frost have eroded their textures, and the years have buried their names. Only the magnificent landscape remains, and the spiritual energy of the mountains and rivers does not dissipate.

After walking for half an hour, although he didn't deliberately seek it out, Zhao Qing still managed to obtain two decent martial arts manuals along the way.

Firstly, there is the "Xu Gai Yan Sheng Technique" created by a certain "Si Mu" during the reign of Emperor Xie. This is a rare "root escape" secret technique that allows one to use the root network of plants to perform escape techniques. It is not fast, but it is extremely concealed and leaves no trace, making it suitable for espionage work.

This thing was hidden inside an inconspicuous vine in the mountains and forests, its meaning passed down from generation to generation, yet no one ever noticed it.

If Zhao Qing hadn't noticed that the spiritual energy distribution in that area was not only uneven but also subtly presented complex and orderly patterns as it flowed, and then examined the root systems of the plants within a radius of several miles, used some computing power to summarize its changes, and extracted the essential outline, it might have remained buried here for thousands of years.

Secondly, there is a "Shape-Capturing and Seed-Burying Curse," also known as a cursed landmine or a foot plague. It can use secret methods to cultivate tubers, refine them into "seeds," and bury them in shallow ground. If the target happens to step on them, it will automatically capture the aura emanating from the target, and then rapidly develop and grow into a miniature version of that person.

The tuber-shaped puppet has a similar effect to a regular puppet for warding off evil spirits, but there is no need to specifically make a small puppet; it will rot on its own, turning into a pool of black water, and automatically inflicting a fatal curse.

However, the "Shape-Capturing and Seed-Burying Curse" is of little use against experts.

Zhao Qing stumbled upon a weak version of the Qi Seed, immediately noticed the anomaly, dug it out, analyzed it several times, and obtained this somewhat mischievous inheritance.

It can be basically confirmed that it is mainly used for large-scale dispersal, setting up minefields on the periphery of the defense zone and at key passes, either to kill or hinder the enemy, targeting soldiers and mid-level cultivators.

What's even more insidious than regular landmines is that curses always take effect late. Even if someone in the army is infected, the general will still be completely unaware and unprepared. By the time mass casualties occur, the plague has already spread and become uncontrollable!
Even with shamans and priests accompanying them, and skilled doctors administering medicine to break the curse, the army was still short-handed and morale was low.

Zhao Qing buried the sedge seeds back in their original spot, feeling deeply moved.

Who would have thought that ancient warfare involved such ruthless methods!
Little did they know that these secret incantations and tubers might still be buried in many wildernesses, their curse lingering for a long time.

Don't let the time come for land development, reclamation, or hiring people to grow medicinal herbs. Besides worshipping the gods of mountains and rivers, you'd have to invite a shaman to investigate first, lest you accidentally lose your life when the hoe falls.

Ordinary curses can't harm you, but if you're really unlucky enough to encounter a minefield left behind by a powerful being, it's extremely dangerous.

Perhaps we should pay more attention to and expand this type of protection in the future!

We need to deduce one or two methods for warding off evil and disasters, in preparation for unforeseen circumstances.

Seeing her expression, Jinli shook its fins and interjected, "Miss, are you looking for some righteous and peaceful traditions? Not far ahead is Kuhuang Ridge, where several Canglang bamboos planted by Emperor Shun when he was farming in Lishan have been transplanted. There are many steles standing below... There is also a 'Lüguan Measuring Qi Stone' on the mountainside, which is also a relic from the Yu era."

"What is the Lüguan Qi-measuring stone?" Zhao Qing asked.

The golden carp flicked its tail, soared forward, and began to introduce itself, its tone tinged with a hint of self-satisfaction: "This matter concerns the secret method by which the ancient sage kings measured the seasons and regulated yin and yang."

“In the past, when the Great Shun succeeded Yao to the throne, he harmonized the seasons, the month and day, and standardized the musical scales and weights and measures. He then ordered the music master Kui to cut down trees on the south side of Kunlun Mountain, collect bamboo from Xie Valley, cut the bamboo between two nodes and blow it to make the Huangzhong bell. He also took floating jade from the Sishui River and carved it into twelve musical pipes to observe the qi of heaven and earth.”

“Each pipe is eight inches and one-tenth of an inch long. At the turn of the seasons, the ash of reeds flies out from the hole. By observing the time and height of the ash, one can discern whether the Qi of heaven and earth is upright, biased, slow, or rapid. It can not only measure the seasons and determine the solar terms, but also discern the strength and weakness of the spiritual veins of a region, the integrity and excess of the earth's Qi, and even predict disasters and auspiciousness.”

"When Emperor Shun toured the south, he ordered Yue Zheng Kui to use the twelve musical instruments to measure the climate of the south. Whenever he visited famous mountains and rivers, he would bury stones as a marker."

"This stone is the one left behind that day."

"There are twelve holes carved into the stone surface, corresponding to the twelve lunar months and the twelve musical pitches. One can also observe and comprehend the method of 'ashes flying to observe the qi'!"

Recognizing that this involved cultivation at the Upper Six Qi Realm, Zhao Qing climbed the mountain for a while but did not linger for long.

We passed by the fragments of the execution cauldron where Fangfeng was executed, and the oath-taking altar where Wuyu Jun first founded the Yue Kingdom. After turning over a mountain pass, we saw a group of earthen mound tombs with connected roofs, stretching along the ridgeline.

Thousands of peaks rise one after another, towering earthen mounds, and stone walls encircle them. Its aura is solemn yet not murderous, majestic yet not violent, encompassing stars and nurturing the moon, breathing in yin and yang.

Even with Zhao Qing's abilities, he couldn't help but straighten his robes and adopt a solemn expression.

Smoke from the burning offerings at the tomb rose in wisps, and several figures leaned over the sacrificial pit, some with their eyes closed in deep thought, others gesturing with their fingers, each with a look of rapt attention, clearly immersed in understanding the traditions passed down through generations.

The wind sweeps through the hills and valleys, causing all the leaves to rustle in unison, like the symphony of Shaolin music; clouds swirl around the sacred tomb, concealing the surrounding peaks, like phoenixes and cranes soaring in the sky.

Upon catching a glimpse of it from afar, she naturally had several thoughts.

The techniques and methods brought back from this dream journey, in terms of their origin, are ultimately products of another world.

To use these methods freely in the main world without arousing suspicion, it would be best to find a "source" for them and "whitewash" them within the Yu Mausoleum. Otherwise, claiming they were all self-created and self-enlightened would be too far-fetched and hard to believe.

This place is the final resting place of past kings, ancient clans, and shamans; it is perfectly normal for the tombs to contain lost legacies from previous generations. As long as it is done meticulously, it can be made flawless.

However, to burn incense and pray, one needs to receive secret instructions, and the two free incense sticks one had previously received were far from enough.

We need to find a place that sells incense and buy some more.

Fortunately, she had sharp eyes and spotted three thatched huts built beside two ancient camphor trees along the mountain path ahead. A wooden sign hung in front of the huts, bearing the three characters "Ming Shi Xin Xiang Si" in an ancient and simple style.

Under the eaves, on the bamboo racks, a dazzling array of various incense products were displayed.

The shaman guarding the shop was an old witch over two hundred years old, dressed in hemp robes and wearing a snipe crown. He was dozing on a soft couch behind the desk. Hearing footsteps approaching, he lazily opened his eyes, his cloudy gaze swept over her, and then closed them again.

He clearly didn't recognize her.

Since there is no reputation to rely on, there is no discount to speak of.

"Guests can take what they want and look at it themselves; just ask the sparrow for the price."

A myna bird stood on the crossbeam at the corner of the table, tilting its head and speaking in a voice like an old woman: "Xiao Xiang, one hundred sticks for one gold. A blend of fragrant herbs and herbs, five cakes for one gold. Agarwood, sandalwood, dragon's blood, and musk, ten pills for one gold, in the third compartment on the right."

"They are all top-grade ingredients, soaked in spiritual spring water and boiled and dried nine times, mixed with cinnabar and mica, and are absolutely free from the drawbacks of being dry or weak."

"If you want an incense burner, the deposit is three gold coins for copper and half a gold coin for pottery. The deposit will be refunded upon return, and we will take back half of the original price. Our shop is small and we cannot offer credit."

He's a competent guy, though.

Zhao Qing didn't say much, but took some goods and picked out a small purple copper incense burner about the size of a palm. It was elegantly shaped, with a lion-like creature exhaling smoke. Inside the burner were engraved spirit-gathering runes, and plain silk ribbons were tied to both sides of the burner's belly so that it could be worn at the waist, which was quite practical.

It's not very expensive, just slightly above the internal cost price.

After all, it is not an ordinary item. The process is complicated and it needs to be refined with shamanistic secrets. If it is placed outside, it can be sold for several times the price, and that is only if you have connections and influence.

The myna bird swooped over, fiddled with the abacus a few times with its claws, and said, "Twenty cakes of incense, four taels of silver. Five sandalwood pills, half a tael of silver. The incense burner, three taels of silver, for a total of seven and a half taels of silver. Yours sincerely."

Zhao Qing then laid out eight gold coins and gave five thousand large coins as change.

The myna bird clearly does not have the ability to precisely cut the gold cake.

It anxiously glanced at its master, and seeing that the old shaman showed no sign of moving, it could only obediently jump onto the low table to the side, rummage through the money box with its paws, and pull out strings of coins, stacking them on the corner of the table.

Each string contains a hundred pieces, weighing about three pounds, yet it tires the bird out of its wits.

Zhao Qing was too lazy to wait any longer. He took the change he needed, tied the incense burner to his waist, put the rest into his storage jade pendant, and turned to leave.

The myna bird behind her let out a long sigh, muttering, "If you need anything else, just come on over."

"Produced by Mingshi, no one can be deceived by children or old men!"

"If you use it well, please recommend it to your fellow disciples; if you don't use it well, you can scold this old man to his face without any problem—she's too lazy to respond to you anyway."

The old shaman on the bed began to snore again.

After walking another two or three miles, she broke open a piece of sandalwood and threw it into the furnace. Then, wisps of pale blue smoke rose from the lion's mouth, swirling and lingering without dissipating.

The smoke trail is also a sign of quality. When incense is lit, it produces smoke. If the smoke is straight and dispersed, it is of lower quality; if the smoke is curved and coiled, it is of middle quality; and if the smoke is condensed and does not disperse, and can flow with one's thoughts, it is of the highest quality.

The mountain path widens and the scenery gradually changes.

Shamans would occasionally set up stalls along the roadside, selling items that were no longer limited to incense; they began to include many things unique to the Yu Mausoleum.

The place was bustling with activity and noisy chatter, making it seem less like a solemn cemetery and more like a marketplace. Banners hung at the entrances, advertising "Maps for Sale," "Writing Eulogies," and "Making Rubbings of Ancient Steles." There were also stalls selling wine and tea, creating a lively and bustling atmosphere.

Jinli explained, "Every year around the time of the Yu Mausoleum's annual sacrificial ceremony, thirty to fifty people are allowed to enter. These people are either scions of powerful families or outstanding descendants of prominent clans, and they are quite well-off. The villages guarding the mausoleum take advantage of these few days to make a living."

Zhao Qing expressed her understanding. She also planned to take a look around nearby and buy some souvenirs to take back, so she slowed down her pace.

"An ancient catalpa tree, carved from wood with a spirit, can protect you from water disasters if worn on your body, ensuring you won't drown even in rivers, lakes, or seas! Want one? Only three gold coins!"

A male shaman wearing a crown sat on a stool. Seeing her gaze linger, he immediately began to promote his product: "This is the same type of amulet worn by the sergeants and captains of the Yue Kingdom's navy. Its effectiveness is undeniable!" Military supplies, huh? Zhao Qing's mind stirred slightly. A captain was already an officer of the "soldier" class, leading a hundred men to fight on the rivers and seas. The amulet he wore was certainly no trivial matter.

Upon closer inspection, one can see that the wood carvings depict a yellow bear with glaring eyes, a white horse soaring through the sky, and a black fish holding a pearl in its mouth—all transformations of Gun's original form, suggesting that he was more adept at suppressing water evil than Yu.

Or rather, it's a plea for Gun to calm down and stop causing trouble?

“…Originally, these totem amulets were only for the enjoyment of the descendants of the Xia dynasty and were not for sale to outsiders.” Jin Li explained from the side: “However, since Duke Ping of Jin dreamed of a yellow bear entering his bedroom and began to worship the Xia dynasty in the suburbs, the restrictions have been relaxed considerably, and now it is no longer forbidden for ordinary people to wear them.”

"Ultimately, it's all about preemptively registering the patent to prevent other countries from getting ahead and seizing the legitimate title of this ritual of worshipping Gun and praying for the floods. Rather than letting outsiders build the temple, they'd rather sell it themselves first, thus gaining both the title and the real profit," Zhao Qingyi commented.

So they each bought one, to be studied a few times when they got back.

As you continue forward, the stalls become even more numerous.

Some sell "curse-substitute straw dolls," which use calamus as the skeleton and sorghum stalks as the flesh, bound with five-colored silk threads. Each doll has a different face and contains a talisman with the wearer's birth date and time. If struck with a fatal blow, the straw doll will instantly turn to dust, while the original doll will be spared. The curse can also be transferred.

Of course, the scope of what can be resolved is limited. Depending on the specific level, the price ranges from fifteen to two thousand gold coins, but none of them are effective against the Six Qi Realm.

There are ancient jade artifacts for warding off evil spirits, engraved with patterns of dragons and tigers, said to be able to protect the home and expel evil spirits. There are also talismanic water items for testing whether someone is possessed by a spirit or a malevolent being; these are placed in a glass bottle the size of a thumb, and a drop of blood is used to test the presence of the spirit.

There is also the paper bridge that crosses the gorge, which is made of folded talisman paper and has been subjected to some kind of gorge-building magic. When unfolded, it can span between two peaks, wide enough for carriages and horses to pass through, and the earth energy on both sides is naturally solidified.

The Yue region is mountainous, and the carriages of wealthy families were often blocked by deep ravines, forcing them to spend half a day climbing around them. With this paper bridge, they could cross the natural chasm in no time, which was extremely convenient.

As for abandoning the vehicle and leaping away lightly, that would be truly undignified.

The seller was an old shaman with a white beard. He gave a demonstration on the spot. The paper bridge was laid out and spanned a cliff more than 20 feet high. People and horses could walk on it as if it were flat ground, and the paper surface did not even have a wrinkle.

Each machine can be used thirty times and is capable of carrying a thousand pounds. Depending on its size and specifications, the price ranges from ten to one hundred gold coins.

"Even when marching into battle, scouts and light cavalry can use it to cross dangerous terrain. It is truly an essential tool for home travel, sieges, and territorial conquest!"

The old shaman had a powerful voice, and his shouts echoed through the mountains and valleys.

Then I saw a gold-infused wine vessel on a nearby stall, specially used to capture spirits and monsters. By opening the lid and reciting an incantation, one could capture and seal away any demons or monsters within a hundred paces. It cost five hundred gold coins.

The spirit stone axe used by commoners during the Yu Dynasty had a blunt and thick blade. Although it had little magical power, the material was acceptable and could be used as a collectible.

Several other shops had rows of feathered hairpins, dove-shaped staffs, bronze axes, and tortoise shells hanging outside, all of which were considered witchcraft items. Sample catalogs were displayed on the tables for people to browse. The shopkeepers said they could accept custom orders for these items, and the delivery time and price could be negotiated in person.

As Zhao Qing looked around, he felt his horizons broadened considerably.

As they walked, a large earthen mound stood majestically in the mountain hollow ahead. In front of the tomb, there was not only a sacrificial pit, but also a rather grand thatched hut. Inside the hut, the lights were bright, and several people sat around it, each with a scroll of bamboo slips spread out in front of them, reading intently.

"Why is that?" Zhao Qing asked.

Jinli explained, "That is a 'Scripture Transmission Hut' specially granted by the Elder. Some descendants of the owners of large tombs, while guarding the tomb for generations and living in the hut beside the tomb, also wrote scrolls of manuscripts."

"The tomb owner's cultivation journey, breakthroughs, choices at crucial moments in his life, opportunities for enlightenment, and lifelong regrets are all recorded in detail and have been supplemented and accumulated into a book over generations."

"If outsiders wish to comprehend the legacy left by a sage, simply burning incense and praying at his grave is often counterproductive. However, by borrowing these manuscripts, knowing their origins and details, and connecting with their hearts, it is naturally easier to resonate with the remaining meaning. The chance of comprehending the true teachings increases by at least three to five times!"

“Not for sale, for borrowing only. One gold coin per scroll, for a period of three days. If you wish to copy, an additional gold coin will be charged. Blank bamboo slips and writing materials will be provided by our hut. All proceeds will be used for the maintenance and sacrificial rites of the mausoleum.” It read aloud the lacquered inscription on the wooden sign outside the hut.

“But if you just pick any tomb owner of a prominent status, their manuscripts will be in the hundreds or thousands.” Zhao Qing smiled slightly: “Unless you only look at the table of contents and select the essentials, the expenses will be quite considerable.”

"This must be the main source of income here, right? It's far more than those small-scale vendors before us."

If one were to read tens of thousands of volumes in one go, it would cost tens of thousands of gold coins, amounting to billions of dollars—an astonishing sum! Even nobles and the heirs of powerful families would have to think twice before spending so recklessly.

Moreover, even if one reads widely, if one cannot study and understand it deeply, what one gains will ultimately be superficial, no different from swallowing dates whole.
Upon closer examination, it seems somewhat overpriced.

However, there are some who dare to use such skillful techniques.

Zhao Qing recognized the young man from the Dong'ou clan ahead. He was sitting upright at a table, with a pile of bamboo slips spread out in front of him. Two hired servants stood on either side of him, holding lamps. Several bowls of warm spiritual soup were placed on the corner of the table, in preparation for the need to absorb vital energy after reading for a long time.

Listening to his casual conversation, I learned that his clan has been coming here for seventy or eighty years, holding the annual sacrificial ceremony without fail, rain or shine. Although the people have changed many times, they have focused on one large tomb and have not moved it to this day.

"...Of course, not every sealed tomb is this expensive. The price varies greatly depending on the tomb owner's cultivation level during his lifetime, the prestige of his clan, and the rarity of his inheritance. This tomb owner should be at the Upper Six Qi Realm. If he were only at the Middle Six Qi Realm, ten scrolls would usually be enough for one gold."

Jinli added a few more words, then suddenly turned her fin and pointed to a few other thatched huts not far away, her tone subtle: "Can you see over there, young lady? Those stalls are the really interesting ones."

Zhao Qing looked in that direction and saw a colorful silk curtain hanging over there, with a tall banner in front of it bearing four seal characters: "Preserve the image and spirit".

Most of the customers were young people dressed in fine clothes.

He hurried inside and came out shortly after, carrying a scroll in his arms. He walked quickly with his head down, his expression somewhat enigmatic, as if afraid of being recognized.

"That's... a portrait?"

"An unusual portrait."

The golden carp exhaled a large bubble, vividly reflecting the scene inside the hut: a witch stood beside the screen, holding a pure white jade pen, drawing a portrait of a young man in front of her.

She lightly touched the boy's brow with her brush, then turned and wielded her brush swiftly on the screen. Gradually, a figure identical to the boy appeared on the screen, sitting beside a broken stele engraved with cloud-shaped characters, eyes closed in deep thought, his brows revealing a clear and insightful aura.

His body shimmered with precious light, his robes fluttered, as if he were about to ride the wind away.

He clearly possessed the demeanor of a master on the verge of enlightenment.

Although it was still the same person, his temperament had been elevated several levels: his originally slightly impetuous eyebrows and eyes were rendered as deep and profound; his originally ordinary face was outlined as ethereal and mysterious, with an indescribable charm.

Once the final stroke was completed, the golden carp announced in a dramatic voiceover: "The celestial phenomena have suddenly changed! Auspicious clouds have gathered! This child is sure to gain something!"

Zhao Qing couldn't help but smile.

The young man took off the scroll and glanced at it. The lingering unease on his face vanished instantly, replaced by a look of satisfaction. He then took out ten flawless white jade discs from his sleeve, placed them on the table, and said to the witch in a low voice, "Although the aura this time is good, it is still inferior to what Chang Jun obtained last time."

"His body was radiating five-colored light, with three flowers appearing on his head, while mine only has a clear radiance circling his body... Perhaps we could add some more unusual phenomena? Add an inscription and praise, and pay two more jade pieces as a bonus?"

“Alright.” The witch put down her jade pen, her expression calm.

It's clear that she has already achieved the Great Perfection of the Six Lower Qi, yet she is willing to come here as a painter, presumably because the profits are extremely high.

A painting sold for seven hundred gold coins with virtually no cost. Even if it were Zhao Qing, it's hard to say he wouldn't be tempted. If he could make money like this every day, he would also set up a stall to paint and compete with the other party for customers.

To achieve her goal of quickly reaching the sixth level of Qi cultivation, she still has a significant funding gap and needs numerous sources of income to fill it.

"After returning, he hung the scroll in his study, displaying his sudden enlightenment. Guests who saw it all praised it; his teachers and elders were also pleased." Jinli swished his tail and clicked his tongue: "As for what he actually realized, only heaven, earth, and he himself know."

In reality, it's nothing more than a facade-building scheme.

"Take another look over there!"

It then pointed to several houses further inside, with their curtains drawn and no signs: "The portraits may be unreal, but they still have some semblance of reality. The things sold in that shop are truly 'exquisite craftsmanship'."

"What do you mean?" Zhao Qing asked. "What do they sell?"

“An incomplete inheritance,” Jinli whispered. “Not truly incomplete, but made to look incomplete, an inheritance that can be quickly mastered through initiation.”

"Um?!"

“Every year, the Yu Mausoleum is opened to the public. Those who enter are all the pride of noble families and the outstanding talents of sects. Everyone carries the high hopes of their families and the expectations of their masters. Some are exceptionally talented and have great opportunities. They can achieve enlightenment in one day and return with a full harvest. Others are of mediocre talent and have little fortune. They travel through the mountains but gain nothing.”

The golden carp landed on her shoulder and began to explain:
"...If one leaves the mausoleum empty-handed, one will be ashamed of one's clan and disgrace one's sect, becoming a laughingstock. Even if elders offer words of comfort, how can one not harbor resentment? Among one's peers, one will henceforth be considered inferior! Worse still, one might be reprimanded by the clan elders and thus stripped of one's position as heir!"

"Under such pressure, even the most aloof young man, unless he possesses extraordinary talent, will inevitably have some other thoughts."

"This incomplete inheritance was prepared specifically for this generation."

"Its form is ancient and obscure, its language is abstruse, and its Daoist patterns and principles are all imitating the style of ancient true teachings. It is discontinuous and at first glance, it does seem to be a fragment that has been destroyed by calamity. In fact, each fragment can be quickly mastered by the seller through initiation. After a little seclusion and comprehension, one can perform a deceptive technique that seems profound and ancient."

"...The most exquisite ones are all made by meticulously copying the 'Taoist charm' from the original fragments of steles and broken tablets, and then integrating it with secret methods, making it a perfect whole, without any trace of artificiality!"

“The buyer can take this with him, and if anyone asks, he can sigh and say, ‘It was passed down from a certain great tomb, but unfortunately it is too incomplete. I have exhausted all my efforts and only managed to obtain a fragment.’ After saying this, he can show a few pieces. When others see it, they will see that it is indeed the aura of an ancient true transmission! Incomplete? That only means that the difficulty is too high, not that it is due to insufficient understanding.”

"The persona of exceptional talent has been preserved."

"That's quite a thoughtful idea." Zhao Qing was stunned for a moment: "...Who came up with this idea?"

“Who knows,” Jinli replied. “It is said to have existed for hundreds of years, but the originator is long gone. All we know is that during festivals, there are always a dozen or twenty people who come to patronize it, and business is very good.”

"Would you like to go in and take a look, young lady?"

Zhao Qing shook his head, not finding it too absurd.

However, I couldn't help but feel a bit sentimental.

I had assumed that the Yu Mausoleum would be a place for reminiscing about the past and practicing asceticism, but I never imagined it would have so many intricacies.

The solemn and dignified ancestral mausoleum has been transformed into a bustling hub of various industries and businesses. It's hard to say whether this reflects a decline in moral values ​​or is simply a result of the livelihood constraints faced by these mausoleum-guarding villages.

But upon further reflection, I felt relieved: wherever there are people, there is a world of its own; wherever there is demand, there is trade.

Even those who cultivate themselves are still human; they need both face and practical benefits, which naturally gives rise to many strange and unusual ways of making a living.

"But you feel that this is different from what you imagined?" Jinli seemed to see through her thoughts, and her voice became more serious. "Actually, this is just the temperament of the Yue people. They do not value formalities and do not shy away from discussing profit."

"Moreover, these stalls, huts, incense shops, and painting shops are nothing but the lowest of the low. The true essence of Yu Mausoleum in Kuaiji cannot be encompassed by such superficial and mercenary things."

"Oh?" Zhao Qing replied calmly, "I'd like to hear the details."

"Everyone knows that Yu was buried in Kuaiji, and thinks that this mountain became a famous scenic spot because of Yu. This is actually putting the cart before the horse. Kuaiji Mountain is not spiritual because of Yu's mausoleum - on the contrary, it is because this mountain is inherently beautiful and spiritual, and the heaven and earth are concentrated here, that Yu was able to tour here, die and be buried here."

"It is not that the mountain is important because of the mausoleum, but that the mausoleum is sacred because of the mountain."

It paused slightly before continuing, "Young lady, do you know that this Wanwei Mountain is no ordinary geological formation? It is—the Southeast Heavenly Pillar!"

"Tianzhu?" Zhao Qing's mind stirred slightly.

"Although it is only the inner pillar of the Central Nine Provinces, and cannot compare with Kunlun, which stands tall and governs the eight directions, its deep roots and abundant spiritual energy are still unparalleled, surpassing the Five Sacred Mountains and creating countless wonders!"

With a leap, the golden carp's voice grew clearer and clearer: "People only see that the peaks of Wanwei Mountain are gentle and not particularly majestic or magnificent, so they underestimate this landscape. Little do they know that there is form outside the mountains and a universe within them!"

"The height of a mountain is not determined by the accumulation of earth and stones."

"Beneath its surface, dragon veins crisscross, and earth pillars stretch for 100,000 miles, containing 3,600 axes, each linked to the next, interlocking and mutually restraining each other, all of which are divine apertures, through which the spiritual energy of mountains and rivers is absorbed and released; the yin and yang energies all depend on their operation."

"Is this really true?" Zhao Qing asked thoughtfully.

“How dare I speak falsely?” Jinli said solemnly, “In the universe, there are the Lesser Nine Provinces, the Middle Nine Provinces, and the Greater Nine Provinces. The Lesser Nine Provinces are the southeastern Divine Province of the Middle Nine Provinces, which is the region described in the Yu Gong (Tribute of Yu), and is now divided among the various states, called the ‘Red Lands.’ Apart from the central celestial pillar Kunlun, the Middle Nine Provinces have eight celestial pillars, and the Greater Nine Provinces also have eight pillars…”

"Therefore, there are seventeen pillars in the sky, and Wanwei is one of them! After the northwest outer pillar Buzhou Mountain broke and the inner pillar Buzhou Fuzi collapsed, the two southeast pillars have become even heavier, and the land has sunk. In terms of their importance, they have far surpassed their former positions!"

"Moreover, on Kunlun, there is Xuanpu, the residence of the Supreme Emperor; on Wanwei, there was also the Red Emperor's detached palace, with its layered city walls and celestial chambers."

"The Red Land is the royal domain of the Red Emperor."

"But later, the connection between heaven and earth was severed, and the imperial palace quietly disappeared."

"In short, Wanwei Mountain can be considered one of the most important places in the entire land of China. Yu the Great chose this place for his tomb not because of its auspicious feng shui, but to ensure that the foundation of the pillar of heaven would be permanently guarded by the burial of an emperor."

Who exactly is this so-called Crimson Emperor? Zhao Qing pondered silently after listening to Jin Li's explanation. The Flame Emperor? Shennong? Zhurong? Chi Biao Nu?
Could the Southern Red Emperor appearing in my dream be the same Red Emperor as the one here?

Having wandered around for a while, her strength has increased by another 50% over time.

……

Post station.

Shu Jiu gave me the scroll to read carefully, while Xu Hou strolled around slowly.

"First, ten beautiful maids, all young and graceful, skilled in singing and dancing, who can serve as broom attendants; second, two elite armored soldiers, who can serve as ceremonial guards; third, three hundred pieces of jade, a thousand bushels of pearls, and ten thousand bolts of brocade; fourth, ten carriages; fifth, a troupe of musicians, and all kinds of musical instruments such as chimes, bells, and stone chimes..."

"May I ask Your Majesty," Shu Jiubi gently placed the silk scroll down and cupped his hands in greeting, "what are the specifications of these ten carriages and horses?"

Xu Hou paused, then turned around to look.

“Naturally, it is the Wenxuan of the Four Horses.”

His eyes gleamed, and he recited the details with great familiarity: "Crimson wheels, ornate hubs, intricate yokes, painted yokes, black jade inlaid axles, black lacquered walls, black gold adorning the shafts, and wheels wrapped in bronze. When moving, it is three inches off the ground, never touching mud; when stationary, it generates its own clouds, blocking any prying eyes; the canopy is covered with silk gauze, its color azure, and inside are velvet cloaks and jade mats, warm in winter and cool in summer, able to ward off mountain winds and forest miasma!"

"The horse is a divine steed that flows like frost, standing nine feet six inches tall. Its hooves are adorned with cloud-like patterns, and its mane brushes against the stars. It swiftly treads through the void without being stained by dust, and can travel eighteen thousand miles a day without panting, and its speed does not diminish even at night. There are ten chariots, totaling forty horses, all of which came from the old stables of Xu by sea. They were transported by a large ship and fed with divine millet. Despite the turbulent winds and waves, they have never lost a single day of their weight."

Shu Jiubi sighed inwardly. Such carriages were indeed extremely luxurious; the cost of one ride would probably be no less than ten thousand taels of gold!

The Frost-Flowing Steed is of exceptional breed. After all, even the eight steeds of King Mu in his time could only travel 30,000 li a day on a regular journey!
"What do you think of this ceremony?"

Shu Jiubi quickly praised, "The gift of carriages and horses is a great honor. In the past, when King Ping of Zhou moved the capital eastward, he bestowed upon Marquis Wen of Jin a carriage, horses, bows and arrows, and Jin prospered as a result. Your Majesty's actions truly reflect the style of ancient kings."

"I have pondered this for a long time." Xu Hou listened attentively, paced a few more steps, and suddenly stopped: "Give me your opinion, do you know where the most fundamental difference lies between the noble families of the states and the martial arts sects?"

"It is not about land, nor about rank, but about 'propriety'."

"Although there are powerful sects and giants in the martial arts world who can occupy sacred mountains, possess secret palaces, and keep assassins, their foundation is nothing more than the two words 'master-disciple relationship.' Disciples learn from masters, masters teach disciples, and the lineage is passed down from one person to another, or they may divide into different branches. What they fight for is only the superiority of their martial arts techniques, the abundance or scarcity of their spiritual veins, and the survival of their enemies."

He slowly explained, "The Qing clan is different."

"The state of your clan is like the stars shining brightly in the sky."

"Not only should we use force to subdue people, but we should also use etiquette to govern them."

"The court has its own rites, sacrifices have their own laws, diplomatic visits have their own rules, and banquets have their own regulations. Every action and every measure is governed by laws and regulations. Therefore, orders are carried out when they are issued, alliances are made with good faith, and the dynasty is passed down for a long time. Even after a hundred generations, it will not be ruined because rites are the trunk, rituals are the branches, and laws are the leaves!"

"The sounds of bells and the clamor of food, the elegance of literature and music, the adherence to rules and regulations—these are what distinguish the noble families from the common people, and what make them superior."

"Therefore, these ten carriages are not merely for transportation; these musicians and dancers are not for entertainment; these armored soldiers and maids are not ordinary gifts. They represent a complete set of ceremonial rites and demeanor befitting a 'high-ranking official,' the first armor she wore as she stepped from commoner to noble family and ascended to the imperial court!"

Xu Hou's analysis was spot on.

When reclusive scholars in the mountains and fields travel, some ride clouds and mist, some ride mythical birds, and some fly through the air on swords. They are certainly carefree and unrestrained, but in the eyes of kings, nobles, and ministers, they are nothing more than the behavior of wild men from the secular world.

Even with profound insights, one's voice carries little weight; even with ingenious strategies, one's demeanor cannot command respect from the crowd. When the time comes, though one desires to realize one's ambitions, one will inevitably face obstacles at every turn!
The Duke of Zhou established the rites, and as a result, the whole world followed the rites!
This is the rule established by the last Heavenly Evolution Saint in the world!

Its operating principle is consistent with the rituals of shamans praying to the gods for protection, only the object has been replaced by the destiny of the land governed by rites and laws! The system of laws and regulations brings real protection, not empty moralizing. Where rites are followed, Heaven will bless!

"Although I am honored to be listed as a guest minister and consider myself to have a rudimentary understanding of the classics and history, I have never seen Your Majesty so insightful and discerning as you are today. Your Majesty's discourse can not only serve as a guide for recruiting worthy men, but also serve as a model for future generations, setting a precedent for the reconstruction of the Xu Kingdom." Shu Jiu took two steps back, straightened his hat and gathered his robes, and bowed respectfully.

But aren't the genuine spirit jade and mystic jade given too little? And divine jade and divine weapons are not even mentioned?

He praised it repeatedly, but inwardly he gradually felt a sense of sarcasm.

Three hundred taels of silver? Not too high, not too low. But compared to ten luxurious carriages, it naturally reveals an air of stinginess and poverty!
...(End of this chapter)