If it weren't for the clear sky and white sun at this time, Xie Songhua would have thought that he was in a dream, and the man in front of him was the narrator of that terrifying dream.
The room became quiet, and even Xiaoqing, who had always been a bit noisy, seemed very quiet.
After a long time, Xie Songhua found his voice, "You mean... that blood sacrifice formation directly killed Emperor Taizu?"
"Your statement is more accurate," Duhuo nodded slightly, with a hint of regret finally showing on his face, "I have seen those princes, and they are all truly outstanding.
Thinking about it, no matter which emperor he is, he will hope that he can have more sons like this. Therefore, if it had not happened, let alone Southern Xinjiang, I am afraid that Da Rong would have ceased to exist long ago.
It’s just that there are no ifs for things, what happened happened, and it was from that moment on that the Spiritual Religion entered its great enlightenment.”
"Emperor Taizu doesn't know about this matter?"
Xie Songhua felt that something didn't make sense. She was not the only person in this era. Only some people believed in the so-called saint's words such as "Zi Buyu, strange power and chaos".
For most people here, if there is something relatively important at home, they will take out incense and candles to worship.
After such an important thing happened, even Emperor Taizu, no matter how proud he was, couldn't help but think about it.
In this case, how could he still allow Naling Sect to enter Daqi to preach?
Duhuo explained her doubts, "This was only the time when the Spiritual Cult entered the Great Enlightenment, not when the Great Enlightenment became popular. In fact, Emperor Taizu had a very tough attitude towards the entry of the Spiritual Religion.
At that time, he had become very violent under the influence of Jue Hou, and at the same time, the old injuries left on him from many years of battle began to recur.
At this time, Emperor Taizu was like an angry lion, putting the greatest pressure on all the shadows of the Spiritual Cult. It can be said that at that time, everyone regarded the Spiritual Cult as a cult, with the exception of one person."
"who?"
In fact, Xie Songhua had vaguely guessed the identity of the person at this moment, but she was a little unsure, so she still asked cautiously.
"Emperor Jing!"
Sure enough.
"Doing such a big thing in Southern Xinjiang is not without cost. The blood sacrifice formation is originally a secret method to deceive God, and it is originally an exchange with the devil.
Therefore, Southern Xinjiang also fell into chaos, and some people took this opportunity to escape from Southern Xinjiang, and then secretly revealed the secret of Emperor Taizu's death.
Although such rumors were not spread openly and openly on a large scale due to Emperor Taizu's bloody tactics, those who wanted to know would always find their own way.
For example, Emperor Jing was originally the brother of Emperor Taizu, and he had always behaved like a benevolent gentleman. Such a person is the easiest to be trusted by others. Even a violent king would subconsciously trust such a person.
.”
"So... Emperor Jing also tried his best to reach some kind of agreement with the people of the Spiritual Sect, so he finally sat in that seat?"
Duhuo nodded and let out a long sigh, "But this is all my speculation later, and I don't know if the truth of the matter is true.
Emperor Jing was the later emperor, and all the historians were working for him. I only guessed this from his subsequent purges in the palace.
But even if his guess is wrong, I guess it’s not too far off. After all, in the third year after he ascended the throne, he began to believe in spiritual religion, promoted it nationwide, and later regarded spiritual religion as the state religion.”
Xie Songhua didn't know much about things like this kind of religion, and she didn't believe it in her previous life.
After coming here, I felt that this was a kind of feudal superstition.
At the moment, she didn't care about appearing too ignorant, so she asked directly: "Emperor Jing has made Spiritualism the state religion, so what benefits can you gain from being here in Southern Xinjiang?"
"Why do you still think that the Spiritual Cult is a pawn in the hands of our southern Xinjiang royal family?"
This rhetorical question confused Xie Songhua.
"Have you ever thought that in the past, Nanjiang was just a believer of the Spiritual Religion, but now there is one more believer of the Spiritual Religion, and that is your Daqi.
Under such a relationship, how can southern Xinjiang benefit from this?"
That’s how it turned out to be.
Xie Songhua thought of what he saw here. Because of the presence of the national master, the people of Daqi believed in spiritual religion very much. Compared with the belief in Buddhism in later generations, they were much more pious.
Generally speaking, two or three times a year, the whole family will go to the temple to burn incense and pray for blessings, all to give money.
Not to mention those wealthy families, even if the host cannot come in person, they will send their confidants to pay tribute on their behalf.
It is easier for wealthy families to make money.
No matter what big things happen at home, you will always ask the spiritual masters from the spiritual sect to help with some rituals, whether it is a red or white matter.
This is another improvement.
What Gu Jinyuan originally thought was that Southern Xinjiang would use the spiritual religion as a big killer to silently invade the people of Daqi. In this way, not only could the people of Daqi be brainwashed from top to bottom, but they could also use such methods
Way to earn a lot of money from Daqi people.
But now it sounds from Du Huo's mouth that this is not the case.
So the question is, where did the large sum of money obtained by the Spiritual Religion go?
This question directly made Xie Songhua's heart skip a beat, and she felt as if she had touched something extraordinary.
"What? Are you feeling scared?"
Duhuo's voice suddenly came to mind, which startled her, but she nodded seriously and said, "It is true."
Then she remembered a more important thing, "Auntie, you first told me about the poison in southern Xinjiang, and then you talked about the spiritual religion. Could it be that between the two..."
Duhuo nodded slightly, "You can really think of this."
But this answer made Xie Songhua very puzzled, "I can understand the poison thing, and I can even roughly explain the principles here, but this spiritual religion you are talking about..."
"No!" Duhuo interrupted her, "Think about it carefully, can you really explain clearly the principle of poison? I won't tell you anything else, just talk about Lan Tian in your house. When will you do it?
I understand what happened to him."
"That's just... that's just..."
That's just because she hasn't learned this for a short time, and she doesn't know much about the poisons that are only found in southern Xinjiang.
But looking at Du Huo's calm eyes, she found that she could not speak.
Is it possible that there is really a connection between the two?
It's like a legend from ancient times.
How could there really be that kind of unexplainable supernatural power in this world?
Duhuo patted her shoulder gently, "I have said so much to you today, and I think you may not be able to accept it for a while, but it doesn't matter. If you can't understand it for a while, then let's take our time.
understand.
Anyway, time is always here, I have nothing else to ask for now, I just hope that the prince is safe, this is the last task left to me by the queen."
"Your Majesty..." Xie Songhua found that his voice was trembling, "Your Majesty... is also the son of Emperor Taizu."
Duhuo twitched the corner of his mouth, showed an unattractive smile, and then nodded gently: "Yes! The prince is also the son of Emperor Taizu. No one knows how the blood sacrifice array was started.
, and I don’t know who tampered with it so that the prince could be saved.
No one knows whether the formation is over or not, and whether the prince has escaped this disaster."