Chapter 1342 After My Death, the Heaven and Earth Will Be Separated
Chapter 1342 After I die, the world will be separated~
Whether in the East or the West, it is always a blessing to have the blood of the nobility. Even if you are also a captive, better education and background will bring more opportunities for destiny.
"Lord God bless you! I must seize this opportunity! I must seize it!...Return to Kyushu...Take back the power...Revitalize the family..."
At this moment, the former monk-soldier Watanabe Masumi, now Ryuzoji Iehiro, lowered his head and walked towards the "Temple of the Yin Shang Xuanniao" with a strong desire for destiny. After a long journey, he already knew the vast territory of this "Jiaoren Kingdom", the rich gold, and the expansion ambition under the military system, which could bring him a strong help!
In these tormenting years, the more Ryuzoji Iehiro learned, the more his desire burned in his heart. It seems that since he gave up his monk name and converted to the main god of "Xuanniao", his original Buddhist practice has also dissipated overnight. At this moment, the flame of "Xuandiao" was on his neck with the amulet of the main god, burning him all the time and stimulating his heart. And the obsession of the Wu family became more and more intense, causing endless fire of karma, and making people step into Shura.
"The Lord God blesses! After the decline of the Kawachi Genji, it can still be revived by Minamoto no Yoshitomo. After Minamoto no Yoshitomo was defeated and died, there were Minamoto no Yoritomo and Minamoto no Yoshitsune who revived, and finally Minamoto no Yoritomo established the Kamakura shogunate!... And Minamoto no Yoshitomo, as an elder brother, suppressed his younger brother Yoshitsune, just like me and my brother Iekane... All this is not impossible! As long as I can get the support of the East China Sea Rubber Kingdom, even if it is only the support of gold!..."
With endless obsession and troubles, Ryuzoji Iehiro walked into the deep temple of the main god, and also walked into the road of fire of no return. This seems to be the fate of the noble bloodline. From birth to death, there are fighting, calculations and corpses...
At the same time, nine thousand miles away in the south, Xishan Port, an old man who refused this fate, also endured the inner torment. He kept silent and inserted the heavy pine scepter into the soft ridge of the field. Then, he swung the extended iron sickle vigorously, like an old bear in human form, fiercely harvesting the golden rice fields!
"Hua La! Hua La!..."
"Hua La! Hua La!..."
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Qiwa Ke was stunned, holding a small sickle, watching the cedar shaman passing by like a "bulldozer bear". The big sickle that opened and closed made the old militiaman's neck shrink, and he couldn't help but dodge two steps. The cedar shaman kept on cutting until he reached the end of the acre of rice field, and then turned around suddenly. Then, he lowered his head and cut straight towards Chivaco's ridge with a "clatter, clatter" sound.
"Clatter! Cratter!..."
"Stop! Stop! Old Wood! Are you crazy!... Stop!!..."
Chivaco was startled and rolled back to the ridge. He picked up Old Wood's scepter, pounded it accurately into the rice field, and then lifted it up with force!
"Bang!"
The "crazy sickle" in the hands of the cedar shaman was finally lifted and flew out. The cedar shaman was stunned for a moment, looked at his empty hands, and then came to his senses.
"Old Corn, what are you doing? Ah! It hurts!... Why are you hitting my head?..."
"I'm hitting you! Crazy old wood! You almost cut me and the rice together!..."
Chivaco was furious and hit the stick three times in a row. The cedar shaman was also stunned and took three hits, then covered his head and complained embarrassedly.
"Hey! Hey! Stop hitting me. Three hits is enough!... I was distracted just now and didn't see you... I didn't mean to... Hiss! My waist, I was cutting the rice too hard just now, my waist hurts..."
"Hoo! Hoo! You stupid old man! You have no brains and no kidneys!..."
Chivaco hit him twice more before throwing the shaman's staff to the ground. He put his hands on his waist and looked at the cedar shaman carefully from top to bottom for a while before he spoke in confusion.
"Old Wood! You are really not right!... You usually laugh like a hairless monkey, but you didn't laugh all day today... You were so hard when you were cutting rice, and you rushed forward with your head down, like a Xirui pig in heat... What's wrong with you? You didn't accept the honorary nobles appointed by the kingdom before, and now you regret it?"
"Oh! What hairless monkey, what Xirui in heat? Don't talk nonsense!... Old Corn, others don't understand me, but do you still understand me? Do I care about that kind of reputation?..."
The cedar shaman spat twice, shook his head, and walked to the edge of the field. He picked up his shaman stick and thrust it into the soil again. Then, he sat directly on the edge of the field, looking at Xishan Port in the distance, motionless and dazed.
"Wow! This Xishan Port, every time I look at it, I feel very emotional... I have been away for only two years, and there have been such great changes! Look at these rows of wooden houses, huts, and stone temples! Originally, this was all wasteland by the lake..."
"Lord God! The changes of the era are like the ring of the northern continent, rising and falling, following the unpredictable nature... What is changing is not only the buildings of the port, not only Xishan Port?... Even the North Bay where I grew up, even the tribesmen of the same tribe that I am familiar with, are undergoing earth-shaking changes!..."
"Ha! How come you, a cheerful old bear, suddenly look like a raccoon, frowning?"
The old militiaman Chivaco patted the dust and sat next to the cedar shaman. He looked at the dry rice fields in front of him, and then looked at the corn and potato fields around the port in the distance, with a smile of harvest on his face.
"Old Wood! Look around the port, look at such a large field! Look at the newly planted rice here, the harvest is abundant, and it is just right for the climate here! The harvest of the field this year is really good, and your tribe should be the same, everyone can eat enough... This is a good change, a great thing to be happy about! Seeing this field, I can't worry, I can wake up with a smile in my dreams!..."
"Hey! Old Corn, the harvest of this field is really good! Thanks to you for teaching the young men of the tribe the tricks of farming in the past few months..."
The cedar shaman nodded. But the bitterness on his face was like a tattoo that could not be relaxed. He fumbled in his arms for a while with a bitter face, lit a roll of magic cigarette, took two puffs, and spit out another circle.
"Hoo!~ High Lord God! Great Spirit! They came here and built many fields on the tribe's territory. The fields harvested more food, and the tribe had enough to eat... Then, they built a temple, and the tribe kowtowed to the statue, chanted the name of God, and knew what the sky above was and what the earth below was..."
"All this is good, and it is also the inevitable path for the tribe to move forward! But having more food and knowing about God and heaven and earth is not the end of this road. At the end of the plain, there will always be a mountain..."
"Hoo!~ High Lord God! Great Spirit! In just a few years, In the meantime, they brought the difference between nobles and commoners, and the distinction between heaven and earth! …From then on, small hills appeared in the generally flat tribes. Some people sat on the hills, wearing feather crowns. More people were busy at the foot of the hills, holding hoes for farming…”
“I saw the kingdom in the south, and also the future of the north. The people on the hills will become higher and higher, and fewer and fewer. The people at the foot of the hills will become lower and lower, and more and more…It’s like the heaven and earth that merged with the sea and the sky, and will eventually separate the upper and lower parts that are higher than the mountains in this forest! …”
Singing this, the cedar shaman looked at the silent old militiaman Chivaco with a bitter face. He sighed quietly, with complex emotions surging in his heart, but even he himself couldn’t tell clearly.
"Hey! Old Corn, can you understand my sorrow? The sky and the earth are separated, the road on the plain has come to an end, and behind it are all rolling mountain roads! But some people walk on the mountain and own the whole sky... More people will be buried under the mountain, more and more, and no sky can be seen..."
"Sad, I have seen the destined future! After I die, this hometown of Jinwan, the clan equality of the public society will gradually disappear until it is no longer seen... And among the complicated Miwok tribes, there will be only the noble kingdom nobles like cocoa and the humble tribesmen like weeds!~"