Chapter 42 Chat and chat

Author: Wind and wait for the wind chime to ring

Chapter 42 Chat and chat

After a few hours, there was no drop of wine in Fang Bie's hand. In front of this small table, there were also wine lovers holding wine cups. Judging from their outfits, people from all walks of life have them.

Most of the reputation of Le has been exerted.

Many people were talking about how amazing and charming the drink in their hands was. They muttered that even if they traveled all over Daxia in order to drink this sip of wine again, what's wrong with traveling all over Daxia.

"This wine should only be found in heaven."

"It's a pity that only this small cup is not enough to drink it! If you go to drink other things in the future, you may not be able to drink it anymore."

"Hey, I know this, it's a waste of water!"

Fang Bie couldn't help feeling proud when he listened to the people in front of him praising his own wine. Unfortunately, he brought too few people this time. It was obvious that the two Qiankun gourds were not a problem to put ten jars of wine in them, but it was not

I think less.

It's a shame to these wine-loving people.

Looking up at the sky, I saw the bright moon in the sky, the stars shining, and realized that it was time to go back and rest, so I walked around the table and walked forward to the drunkards.

"Everyone, I'm sorry that all the wine I brought today has been poured out, and there is really nothing left."

As he said that, Fang Bie picked up the wine gourd, opened the seal, poured it down, just like what he said, there was really no drop of wine coming out of the mouth of the pot.

"So you can go back. If you want to continue to taste this wine, please come to this place in Jinhua City and enjoy it carefully."

"Everyone, the future is long."

After saying that, Fang Bie waved his sleeves. After throwing out the sleeves, they expanded to cover a table. After putting the wine table in front of him, they returned to their original appearance.

The drunkards around, who were already messy, stopped talking after seeing Fang Bie's move, and stood there in amazement, as if they had seen some miracle of heaven and earth just now.

"You're right, is it that the desk is tightened in its sleeves?"

"This shopkeeper seems to be a god, otherwise he wouldn't have made this fairy wine from heaven for us mortals to drink."

After hearing this explanation, people nodded and turned around and left, but they had deeply engraved the three words "happiness" in their hearts.

After all, people who love wine can resist the temptation of beauty and the invasion of money, but they cannot resist the love for fine wine. What is a matter of just dozens of miles?

After packing up everything, Fang Bie was also preparing to go home with Yan Chixia. The moment before leaving, Yan Chixia suddenly stopped Fang Bie.

"Brother Fang, are we really going back like this?"

"Actually, when we came out of that person's sacrifice pit, I picked up a roll of bamboo slips, but I didn't come and rush to see it. I just took advantage of the current kung fu to see what this is. After all, I think Brother Fang is about Shang

I know more than I do.”

Then Yan Chixia found a roll of bamboo slips in the sword box. The ordinary bamboo slips were probably turned into a pile of soil ashes for a hundred years, and the roll in front of them could still be seen even after thousands of years.

The whole body is as beautiful as jade, with clear handwriting. It is said that it was made the day before yesterday that someone should believe it.

Fang Bie slowly unfolded it, and the Shang text on the bamboo slips was also seen again. If Fang Bie himself was alone, he would definitely not understand the Shang text above, which was like a ghost painting talisman, but with the flashy record, the result would be different.

Fang Bie closed his eyes and recited the title of the book "Fucai Record". The light purple light burst out on the seal on his arm. The Fucai Record also drilled out of it and floated on the bamboo slips to translate the complicated and obscure business texts on the pages.

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But in Yan Chixia's eyes, Fang Bie held the bamboo slips and closed his eyes to ponder, and could not see the flashy record floating on the bamboo slips.

At this moment, Fang Bie also opened his eyes, and what caught his eye was the dense pages on both sides, but compared to those business articles that made people lose their minds at first glance, these were nothing.

"Borrowing the energy of the creatures of heaven and earth, sacrifice to ghosts and gods for blessings, so that the city will be sealed without any worries of disasters; crops in the fields and ridges will not be harmed by wind and rain, and harvest will be abundant every year; residents in the city will not be killed by demons, so they sacrifice to creatures and conquer ghosts and gods.

Blessing.”

The following is the general process of human sacrifice, with several main sacrifices, each limit and the ultimate blessing given by the gods, and detailed records.

However, he did not explain the preferences of these gods and ghosts in heaven and the dangers of sacrifice.

It was not until the last line of words - sacrificed the essence of a hundred people to see the great way of immortality. Only then did Fang Bo understand what Zong Yang did.

Suddenly I remembered Zong Yang and also checked what it was. After all, according to what it said, it would still leave its own traces on history.

So Fang Bie asked about the Vanity Record:

"Do you have any records about a man named Zong Yang during the Shang Dynasty?"

After listening to the flashy record, the pages of the whole book started without wind and flipped quickly, and finally stayed on two white papers.

The dark ink words slowly appeared on the pages, which was about Zong Yang's introduction.

[Zong Yang, the high priest and fortune teller of the Shang Dynasty, damaged his life span because he was too many times, and eventually died young. At that time, the Great Shang Dynasty launched a sacrifice. It was said that the method of sacrifice was effective in bringing back the dead, so it was

Before his death, he killed a small tribe for human sacrifice. In the end, although he had immortality, he ended up being neither human nor ghostly."

After reading these, Fang Bian's face had a long-lost smile again, and it would not disappear because of any difficulties. After suddenly realizing it, he also told Yan Chixia all these things.

"What!? You said that the bamboo slips record the method of sacrifices by Da Shang, and when did you check Zong Yang's information?"

Yan Chixia was waiting for the big eyes, unable to understand why.

"So since that's the case, Brother Fang can guess what Zong Yang's purpose is. Now that we let the tiger return to the mountain, if we don't interfere, it will be a hidden danger after all."

Fang Bie touched his chin and said thoughtfully:

"I think its purpose is to restore human identity and appearance, rather than to be a hateful monster that everyone shouts and beats."

"As for how it will act and why it colludes with the governor of Yunling, I really don't know these things. Let's take a look at them step by step. The truth will eventually surface. All we can do is quiet.

Waiting."

"There is one more thing, Brother Yan, this bamboo slip is useless to you. Can you give it to me?"

Yan Chixia grinned at Fang Bie's request:

"If Brother Fang can let someone drink free every day in the future, then Brother Fang will take this Zhu Jian!"

Fang Bie directly ignored what Yan Chixia said just now and put away the bamboo slip. After all, this person's sacrifice method can be popular in Shang, and it is of great benefit, so he planned to have his spare time in the future.

Research and research in.

What if you really find something amazing?
Chapter completed!