Zhu Zhiwei said politely: "My lord, the little wise king of Xirong is called Jie Ketian. He has always been famous in Xirong and has extraordinary literary and military talents. It is rumored in Xirong that the next king of Xirong will be this person."
Huchajing asked in surprise: "This Jara has children, and he still wants to eat swan meat."
Chu Ying'er couldn't bear it anymore, so she hurried two steps and passed the crowd and walked to the front. Zhu Zhi laughed dumbly and said: "My lord, Xirong Xian Wang Jie Ketian is not Jieluo's son, but his younger brother. Xirong since Only those with both ability and political integrity from the royal family are expected to become kings, not like me, Da Gan."
Huchajing then realized that he had said the wrong thing and was speechless. Shen Xiangdong looked back at Huchajing, shook his head and sighed, with an angry look on his face. Huchajing turned red and glanced sideways, seeing Zhu Zhihe Ni Qing was snickering secretly and shouted: "Why are you laughing? Hurry up and hurry up."
Suddenly Li Luo whispered: "Go from the side."
Several people were stunned and didn't know why. Ni Qing was sharp-eyed and whispered: "Queen Bee!"
Shen Xiangdong and others raised their heads and glanced slightly. Jie Ketian was chatting and laughing in a low voice with a person beside him. This person had a graceful figure and a face covered with white sand. He was the queen bee Qingsang. There were two people standing behind him. Everyone recognized him. It's Xu Cange and Teng Feng.
Huchajing said in surprise: "The legend is true." After saying that, he lowered his head, followed Li Luo and Shen Xiangdong and quietly escaped from the crowd from the side, bypassing Jie Ketian's guards, and left Shuoxi.
Although Queen Bee and the others paid attention to the crowd, there were too many people in the city. In addition, Jie Ketian was aside and it was not convenient for the wise king of Xirong to get a clue. Although they wanted to meet Li Luo and the others again, they did not know that they were with them. People pass by.
When they left the city, the Xirong guards didn't give them any trouble. After leaving the city, Li Luo and others got on their horses and galloped away in the direction of Zushan.
By the evening of the second day, the six of them had arrived at the foot of Zushan Mountain. The scene in front of them made even the usually wild Huchajing speechless.
It’s not that Zushan is so extraordinary. Zushan is not high, far less than the high mountains elsewhere in Xirong. Even in Dagan, there are many mountains that are more beautiful and towering than Zushan.
Although the mountains are full of green pines and cypresses, lush and green, and covered with snow, they are quite pleasing to the eye. However, I am used to seeing the famous mountains in Dagan, and there is nothing surprising about the Ancestral Mountain in front of me. It is the Ancestral Temple on the top of the mountain. It disappears and disappears among the pines and cypresses. Among the blue rocks, it is not so majestic and majestic, even compared to Guanshan Mountain along the Suoshui River.
What really surprised a few people was that the Xirong people who came to worship from all sides of the Zushan Mountain had already completely surrounded the Zushan Mountain, leaving only a narrow road that could pass two carriages, and these people were all heading towards the Ancestral Temple. Burning incense and bowing in the direction, he looked pious.
Some elderly people over sixty years old were lying in the snow, muttering to themselves, praying to the ancestors for blessings. There were also some young children lying in the snow with the elders of the clan. They were shivering from the cold, but they did not get up. It means. Most of them are young and strong men and women from Xirong. They kowtow and salute, all of them are meticulous and show no signs of neglect.
The tents of each family in the camp were unevenly erected and of different sizes, clearly showing the wealth and poverty. However, no one under the ancestral mountain showed their wealth. They all kowtowed to the ancestral temple quietly without making any noise. Even if they spoke, They were all whispering, lest they disturb the gods above the ancestral mountain.
Li Luo and others looked at each other in astonishment. If they had not seen it with their own eyes, no one would have expected such a scene. Li Luo and others dismounted early, walked slowly to the side, and set up several tents in an open space.
Perhaps they were impressed by these Xirong people, so they were very gentle when setting up tents, trying not to disturb others. Several Xirong people nearby saw Li Luo and others setting up tents, so they came over to help and set up the tents. Li Luo thanked him, everyone smiled and waved, and turned back without saying much.
Shen Xiangdong sighed secretly and said: "It is said that the Xirong people are foreign barbarians and uneducated. But if we look at the situation today, who can say that they are just murderous barbarians."
Li Luo looked at the Xirong people in front of him. There was no joy or anger in his eyes, and he said calmly: "When it comes to people's hearts, I don't know how much better than Dagan."
Ni Qing scratched his head and said, "Then shall we bow?" As soon as he finished speaking, he saw several people looking at him in surprise and hurriedly kept silent.
"Come on," Li Luo said calmly, "Don't talk about right and wrong. As long as you maintain peace, you deserve our worship."
Several people were stunned. Shen Xiangdong looked at Li Luo and was silent in thought. Ni Qing smiled and asked Zhu Zhi to get some incense and candles that he brought with him when he left the city. He followed the example of the Xirong people and started to worship meticulously. Keku The clan has always only respected the parents of heaven and earth, and Hucha Jing could not bow down. So he and Li Luochen stood aside to the east, watching Ni Qing and Zhu Zhi burning incense. Ni Qing was mumbling words, but even from a distance, he didn't know what he was saying.
After the two of them finished bowing, Li Luo also bowed deeply in the direction of the ancestral temple. Huchajing pulled Ni Qing over and asked, "What were you mumbling just now?"
Li Luo turned to look at Ni Qing and smiled. Ni Qing was stunned and muttered: "I pray that we, Mu Tian Lang, can defeat the troops of Zuo Shuai of Xirong."
Huchajing let out a laugh and said: "Let the gods of Xirong bless you. If it is to be effective, we should move the ancestral temple to Zhuocheng."
Ni Qing looked embarrassed. Shen Xiangdong looked at Li Luo and felt that Li Luo was unfathomable. Just now Ni Qing murmured to himself, Shen Xiangdong was so far away that Ni Qing and Li Luo were almost the same distance, but they were also I didn't hear clearly what Ni Qing was saying.
At this moment, a Xirong man who had just helped Li Luo and others set up a tent came over. Huchajing stopped talking and nodded. The Xirong man brought a jar of local spirits produced in Xirong, handed it to Huchajing and said: "I see that you don't have much to wear. It's very windy in Xirong at night. Drink some wine to keep away the cold."
Huchajing thanked him and took the wine jar. The man from Xirong continued: "You can't go up the Ancestor Mountain at night. We can only wait until the saint in the palace has passed the morning service before the mountain road will be opened for us to go up the mountain."
Huchajing frowned and said: "There are so many people, tens of thousands at least. If we have to go up the mountain, there will be no place to stay."
The man from Xirong smiled bitterly and said: "There are at least more than 100,000 people praying for blessings. Of course, not everyone has the opportunity to go up the mountain." After saying that, he turned back and looked at an old woman in the distance behind him, and sighed: "My mother is always happy. I come here every festival, but I fail to go to Zushan every time. My health is getting worse and worse. I am afraid that this is my last time to come to Zushan. God will protect me. I hope my wish can be fulfilled."
Li Luo and others turned to look at the hunched figure in the distance. Huchajing couldn't bear it and asked, "How can I go to Zushan?"
The man replied: "It's up to you to try your luck. People like you who are not from the Xirong ethnic group will also have the opportunity to go to Zushan. It depends on who the guides choose."
Li Luo asked: "We are not from the Xirong tribe, how can we allow others to worship and pray for blessings on the ancestral mountain?"
The man smiled and said: "Many people like you who come to Zushan have this idea, but the Ancestral God treats everyone equally. As long as he is sincere and good, the Ancestral God will bless him, no matter where he comes from."
Li Luo nodded and didn't ask any more questions. The man talked for a while, and the people praying all got up and went back to their tents. Some people from poor families simply leaned outside other people's tents with their clothes on, but there were also many people.
People from other tribes who came to pray for blessings were invited into tents to escape the cold. There were no more disputes under the ancestral mountain.