The blue bricks and gray tiles of this house in front of you, the white five-flower gables are particularly eye-catching among the many houses in the village, and when you enter the courtyard, you can see the back of an old man sitting on a low stool, who is concentrating on slaughtering a sheep.

Turzhan greeted him in Manchu, and the old man turned around and saw Turzhan immediately laughing enthusiastically, and the wrinkles on his face were like grooves, full of vicissitudes of the past.

Turzhan introduced to us, because they are all Jueercha clans, which can be regarded as a vein of the same qi and branches, but in the ninth year of the Mandate of Heaven, the Tokyo Mausoleum was completed, and the remains of Empress Xiaoci Gao and other people migrated from the Tokyo Mausoleum, and some of the mausoleum guards also migrated from it.

After the Qing Dynasty set the capital of Beijing, all the tribes of the Jueercha clan followed the emperor from the dragon into the customs, only the descendants of Bamburi continued to stay, and the care of Fuling was subordinate to the yellow flag, and the tribe never left Fuling since then, known as the Fuling Jueercha clan, which is the Turzhan we knew before.

And the old man in front of him is called Samuku, he is a direct descendant of Bamburi, the Qing Taizu has a destiny and will never leave, and the kings of later generations have no right to transfer, and he has been staying in the Qing Yongling to protect the ancestral tomb.

"It seems that there is a blessing in the mouth today, catch up with the sheep slaughter." Tian Ji said to us with a smile.

"This sheep is not for you." Samaku said with a smile as he washed his hands. "I'm going to make a sacrifice."

"When did you learn Chinese?" Turzhan was a little surprised.

"It's different now, there are more Han people than Manchus who come to the ancestors' mausoleums, and they don't know what people say if they don't learn Chinese." With a kind face, Samaku beckoned us into the house to sit down. "It's a guest from afar, I'll give you a pot of dumplings."

"The Manchus also call dumplings dumplings, which are very expensive food, and can only be eaten according to the habits of the Manchus during the New Year, but dumplings are the mantra of the Manchus so far." Shiro explained to us next to us. "Later, the Manchus entered the customs and sat in the world, and this eating dumplings became a way for the Manchus to entertain guests."

"And for whom are you going to slaughter the sheep outside?" Tian Ji was still unwilling to ask.

Samaku replied with a smile, the festival is the top priority of the royal mausoleum, the festival regulations of the Qing Dynasty are becoming more and more perfect, and the big sacrifice and small sacrifice system have been formed, according to the code system, Yongling will hold four major sacrifices every year, respectively in Qingming, July 15, winter solstice, and twilight, and small sacrifices will be held on the first and fifteenth days of each month.

"Ming'er is a small sacrifice on the first day of the new year, I have to prepare the sacrifice for the ancestors, I still learned the sacrifice from Amma, I didn't expect it to be a lifetime." Samaku replied proudly.

"Where's your boy?" Turzhan asked, looking at the room.

"Go to Yongling to sweep the ground for the ancestors, he is considered to have caught up with the good days, our Qing Dynasty is dead, those unfilial sons have forgotten even their own ancestors, look at this Yongling Township, there are still a few families left, in the middle of the nearly 100 years, we feel that the Ercha clan has survived, and has not forgotten the Khan edict of the grandfather at that time, and the family has been guarding the tomb for generations." Samaku arched his hands to the sky and said with a calm smile. "As soon as I kick these two legs, he should continue to guard this eternal tomb for me."

"How many years have you been guarding here?" Xue Xinrou asked curiously.

"Chang Kechi, who are these people?" Samaku asked, looking at us as he faced.

Changkechi means uncle in Manchu, and Turku tells us that his ancestor was also Bambuli, but because the ancestor was not the eldest son, he did not stay in Yongling, but was sent to Shengjing, and he and Samaku are also in the same lineage.

Turku replied that we were from the Archaeological Institute, and wanted to do some research on the Yongling, and Samaku immediately came to his senses, wiped his hands and turned back to his room, and when he came out, he took a wooden box with a beautiful lotus carved on the base, and opened it in front of us, and it contained the genealogy of the Bamburi lineage.

"This has to start with our seventh ancestor Banburi, counting him as the uncle of the Qing Taizu, to my Ama's generation, Jueercha 19th is a mausoleum keeper." Samaku raised two fingers in front of us and said to us proudly. "You ask me how many years I have been kept, twenty! It's been 20 generations, and there has been no break in between, and my ancestors have stayed here for generations. ”

"I would like to ask you one thing, we found an ancient book written by the Jueercha clan in the collection of Wenshu Pavilion of the Shengjing Imperial Palace, which is specially used to record the personnel and material details of Hetuara after the Qing Taizu banned the Northeast." Ye Zhiqiu probably saw that Samaku was quite amiable, and asked with a casual look. "We learned that this ancient book is called the Book of Sacred Acts, but the collection of books in Wenshu Pavilion is incomplete, and I heard that it was originally still in the hands of the mausoleum keepers of Hetuala."

As soon as Ye Zhiqiu's voice fell, the smile on Samaku's face instantly froze, and he immediately put away the wooden box in his hand, looked at us back and forth with a frosty face, and finally his eyes fell on Turku's hand.

"There are still remnants of the Holy Book in the Shengjing Imperial Palace?!" Samaku's voice was low.

"I found it in Wenshu Pavilion not long ago." Turku replied with his head buried in his head.

"Disobedient." When Samaku heard this, he was furious, and suddenly stood up and glared at Turku with angry eyes. "You are so bold, what's the matter, the Qing Dynasty is dead, you have even forgotten the rules set by your ancestors, you are still the Jueercha clan, and the reputation of your ancestors is ruined in the hands of people like you."

Turzhan's face was full of shame, although his rank was higher than that of Samuku, but he didn't know how to refute when he was reprimanded, and most of the chickens couldn't stand it: "Don't be angry, we only ......"

"The state has national laws, the family has family rules, we feel that the Ercha clan has always fulfilled their duties, and the Qing Dynasty is dead, but we can't forget our own duty." Samaku didn't pay any attention to the field chicken and continued to scold Turku. "Can you read the Book of Sunnah?"

"Can't!" Turku is buried even lower. "The transcript of the Sunnah can only be read by the Son of Heaven, and after reading, it will be burned and no one is allowed to open it without permission, and those who violate it will be expelled from the sect with their eyes ruined."

Samaku's eyes swept towards us coldly: "They also looked? ”

Turku's forehead was dripping with beads of sweat the size of beans, and he nodded tremblingly.

"Before this is put aside, you all have to destroy the nine clans!" Samuk's eyes were on fire.

"You are endless, and now it is your Qing Dynasty, and what you said about destroying the Nine Clans is the same as the truth, but you are here to destroy it, and give you a good reason, and you still kick your nose in the face." Tian Ji didn't hold back his temper, and stood up angrily and said. "We'll see, what can you do with us?"

"It's amazing, dare to run to the mausoleum of our Manchu ancestors to spread wild, this is bullying the Qing Dynasty, you are Han, of course I can't do anything to you." Samaku sneered, looked at Turzhan slowly, and picked up the sheep-killing knife from the side and threw it in front of him. "You are still a descendant of the Jueercha clan, there are no rules, there is no circle, do it yourself or I ask for family law."

Turzhan knew that he was wrong, hesitated for a moment and bent down to pick up the knife on the ground, the tip of the knife slowly pierced his eyes in his trembling hands, he is a descendant of the Eight Banners, and a hereditary mausoleum keeper, everything today is given to him by this identity, if he turns his back on his identity, his entire family will not be able to gain a foothold in Liaodong.

"Enough!" Bai Jin's face sank.

"I'm full of rules, and it's not your turn to be told by outsiders." Samaku glanced at Bai closely.

"I asked Turzhan to help me find and read the book of Sunnah, and it's none of his business, and he wants to ask the teacher to ask for sins and come to me." Bai Jinzheng sat down and said.

"You have a big breath, Turzhan is a descendant of the Jueercha clan, and he doesn't pay taxes on official missions, even if the first-class officials of the feudal territory come to me, they have to get off the horse and salute." I don't know if Samaku is too proud of his identity, or because of the inheritance of the twentieth generation, he is too deep in the play, and he still remembers the Qing Dynasty. "Can you afford to ask you about the guilt of Xingshi?"

Bai Jin slowly unbuttoned his shirt without saying a word, revealing the bright yellow satin around his waist, and looked directly at Samaku with a majestic face: "Do you think I can't afford it?" ”

Samaku glanced at it, his eyes widened suddenly, the corners of his mouth squirmed and he was stunned for a long time, and suddenly stepped back and dusted off his rolled up sleeves, bent his left knee forward and bent his right leg back, leaned his head and upper body forward slightly, his left hand was close to his body, and his right hand was drooping.

"Say hello to the king of Liaodong."

When I first heard the king of Liaodong, I was somewhat disdainful of the empty title of Bai Jin, until I saw Turzhan in Shengjing in front of him respectfully, and now I saw Samaku half-kneeling on the ground with a respectful face, and I was somewhat surprised in my heart.

Seeing the King of Liaodong is the same as seeing the Emperor of the Qing Dynasty, it can be seen how much influence the Bai family has in Liaodong, Samaku is such an old-fashioned person, it is estimated that he recognizes the bright yellow ribbon around the waist of the Bai family at a glance, which can only be worn by the emperor, and now the Emperor of the Qing Dynasty is gone, and the only one left who has the qualifications and power to wear this is the King of Liaodong.

"Get up and speak." Bai Jin was not polite to Samaku, and his voice was inexplicably powerful.

"I don't know that the king of Liaodong came to Yongling in person, and he is offended and looks at Haihan." Samaku stepped aside and leaned down.

"The Book of Acts can only be read by kings, and I know this rule, and this matter has nothing to do with Turjan, but it is difficult for me to be curious at the moment, so let him borrow it for me." Bai Jin's voice softened a lot.

"So......" Samaku hesitated, but asked anyway. Did the king of Liaodong read the record in the Book of Sunnah? ”

"Listen to your tone, I can't watch it?" Bai Jin asked rhetorically.

"The children of the Eight Banners all know that the prince respects the Bai family as the king, whether it is a royal family member or an ordinary Manchurian, he must be respectful and courteous to the king of Liaodong, and he must not trespass when he sees the emperor." Samaku's expression was humble, but his voice was uncompromising. "I feel that the Ercha clan can protect the imperial tomb for the Qing Dynasty, because Kezhong serves the country and keeps his word, but as long as the king's testament, the Jueercha clan will definitely not be negligent."

"How can I hear you have something to say." Bai Jin frowned and asked.

Samaku slowly raised his head and replied with a fearless face: "With all due respect, the Jueercha clan was ordered by Taizu to guard the imperial tomb, and on the day Taizu moved the capital, he had a secret decree to the ancestors, and no matter how big or small, the affairs of the ancestral tomb should not be revealed to the hereditary king of Liaodong. ”

"Qing Taizu still has such a secret purpose?" Bai Jin touched his chin, but instead of being surprised, he smiled faintly.

"Since Turzhan is under the orders of the king of Liaodong, this is the end of the matter about the Sunnah." Samaku raised his hand and pointed to the door. "Today's hospitality is not thoughtful, and I hope the king of Liaodong will forgive me, Ming'er is a small sacrifice on the first day of the new year, and I still have to prepare sacrifices for the sacrifice, so I won't leave you Panhuan, please!"