"In the south of the former Chu country, between Yuanxiang and Hunan, its vulgar belief in ghosts and good shrines. His shrine will be a song and music to inspire the gods!"

Chen Cuo opened the thin book, and was confronted by Wang Yi's note, after introducing the background, he also pointed out the reason for creation-

Qu Yuan saw the sacrificial rites of the laity, the joy of singing and dancing, and felt that his words were ugly, so he composed the song of "Nine Songs".

The content of "Nine Songs" itself is not much, even if Wang Yi's annotations are counted, there are not a few pages, Chen Cuo has read it several times today, but each time the feeling is different.

"The respect of the gods on the Chen, the grievances of the lower ones, and the advice of the wind, this song was originally the words of the sacrifice to the gods, combined with the grief and indignation in Qu Yuan's heart, when it was born, it was closely related to the incense Shinto, and at the same time contained the thoughts of the human heart, that is, I don't know, what is the situation of the way of incense in the pre-Qin Chudi, after all, the way of cultivating the truth is gradually derived after the pre-Qin, and there may be some reason for this incense road......"

Although the name of the Nine Songs is nine, there are actually eleven chapters, namely "Donghuang Taiyi", "Yunzhongjun", "Xiangjun", "Xiang Lady", "Da Si Ming", "Shao Si Ming", "Dong Jun", "Hebo", "Mountain Ghost", "National Martyr", and "Rite Soul".

"It is said that it is nine songs, but there are eleven articles, it seems that this tradition has existed in ancient times, and among the gods of this ritual, there are several more familiar names, carefully divided, and there are gods of heaven, earth, people and ghosts, and entertaining ghosts and gods with people, for the way of incense, it is really a classic......"

Chen was fascinated by it, while reading, while thinking, he gradually threw away the trivial thoughts and immersed himself in it.

As he continued to deepen and comprehend the article, the god in his heart trembled from time to time.

When I woke up from a dream, the book of the Dragon King of the Temple opened another page, and the experience on the third page also turned into sixty-four bronzing characters and flew out, lingering in my heart, sprinkling a little brilliance, making the Taoist in my heart more and more ethereal.

Slowly, the original Nine Songs book, which was difficult to shake and absorb, began to converge towards Chen Cuo, blending into the bottom of his heart, surrounding the Taoist in his heart, and showing all kinds of mysteries.

Gradually, the book of the book appeared in the bottom of the heart, and slowly combined with the human reading of the golden book, and the Taoist in the heart of the suppression of it was even more encouraged, and there was a faint light on the body.

Especially the ghost face held in the right hand of the Taoist, after the tremor, opened his mouth and began to devour the people who had gathered!

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"Comprehending the method of sacrificing to the gods in "Nine Songs"? "It's still that house, the black-haired old man nodded slightly, "However, the Nine Songs have been circulated for a long time before they were included in the Book Pavilion, and the incense that has been condensed for more than two hundred years has hidden secrets, except for the one who set up the map, no one has been able to understand it thoroughly, if it wasn't the original, it shouldn't have been placed outside the portal." ”

The white-haired old man said lightly: "But anyone who can comprehend it is good, books are born in the world, and they are meant to be inherited, not for collections." ”

The black-haired old man stroked his beard and smiled, and said, "Yes, let him swallow it, see how much he can swallow, but if you only know the incense swallowing fire like swallowing dates, but you don't find the essence of the method of sacrificing to the gods, it's still a pity." ”

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The other side.

"Zhang Shushu, the one who came just now is your cousin, the Marquis of Linru County?"

"That's right," Zhang Ju responded while writing down the directory, "It's the Marquis of Linru County who you are clamoring to see." ”

The Bureau of Writings is a leisurely yamen, which is under the jurisdiction of the secretary province, and the people who come here on errands are often unambitious people, or do not seek to be motivated, but there are still some backgrounds, so the management is very loose.

Zhang Ju, as a writer, is very idle when he is free, but when things come, he is also quite busy, and there will be a batch of newly acquired literature, so he can't be separated, and he can only talk to his colleagues.

His subordinates were a little embarrassed, but they still couldn't help but say: "Writing, I heard that the Marquis of Linru County offended the Duke of Guiyang County, I don't know if the news is true or not?"

Zhang Ju's movements paused, and then said: "It's all shadowless things, don't spread them randomly." ”

"It's not that there is no shadow, it is said that the Marquis of Linru County and the Marquis of Huaihua County under the command of Guiyang County are fighting, and the two sides are fighting in the Fulin Building, and many people have seen it. ”

Zhang Ju shook his head when he heard this, and said, "Organize the literature, don't gossip." ”

And when the people saw his thoughts, they did not say much.

But sorting out the books was very boring, and after a while, the officials who classified the literature on the side couldn't help but whisper and talk in a whisper.

"I offended the county prince of Guiyang, but it's really a long life. ”

"If this is someone I know, I must wait and see first, and wait for the limelight to pass. ”

"It is precisely this reason, the gentleman does not stand under the dangerous wall, the general of the expedition to the north is rampant, even if it is a clan, you have to be careful. ”

Zhang Ju listened, and after reprimanding twice, he smiled bitterly.

Thinking that not long ago, all my colleagues came to inquire about the Marquis of Linru County when they had nothing to do, and they were just trying to rub the east wind of "Painted Skin", especially when the news of the Wenhui came out, they came and went frequently, and their thoughts were on their faces.

As a result, a few celebrities suddenly repented, so that the Wenhui ended without a problem, and there was a slight change in the direction of the wind in the authorship bureau, and there were rumors in the past two days that their cousins had offended the ministers, and they all changed their faces, and even they had a bit of a taste of isolation.

"This face changes so fast, it's no slower than that evil ghost, it's really like a ghost......

Zhang Ju has heard the same rumors, and now he listens to everyone's words and me, and they all seem to be well-informed, which makes him more and more worried, and he can't even calm down and do what he is doing.

"When my cousin leaves the Dongguan Palace, I have to ask, if there is really something, I have to remind him to be careful when I say anything, it is best to avoid the limelight, and sometimes, I can't be too persistent in this face-saving matter. ”

As a result, when he finished handling his official duties, it was already evening, and he waited outside the Dongguan Palace until the sun was setting, and he didn't see Chen Cuo come out.

However, some servants went to deliver food, but they did not enter the house, but they were stopped by the guards at the door, and went in with a few people's meals, and soon came out with empty bowls.

"Addicted to reading, it is human nature, the collection of books in the Dongguan Palace, all-encompassing, can be described as everything, I went in a few times, but also indulged in not knowing the return date, Fang Qing was attracted to linger, it is inevitable. ”

Pushing others by himself, Zhang Ju felt that it was not a good choice to disturb Chen Cuo at this time, and there was no danger for him to stay in Dongguan Palace, so he restrained his thoughts, turned around and went home, planning to talk about it tomorrow.

But the next day, he still didn't see Chen Cuo, and after inquiring, he learned that the Marquis of Linru County had not gone back all night, and was reading in the East View.

"It's admirable. ”

In this way, until the third day, he didn't see Chen Cuo come out, Zhang Ju finally couldn't hold his breath, and when the matter of his yamen was over, his colleagues and subordinates left, and he came to Dongguan Palace again, but this time, he was ready to go in to see the situation.

As a result, before the person had reached the place, a relatively close subordinate actually went and returned, with an anxious expression.

"Something's wrong!" From afar, the man shouted, and when he came to him, he lowered his voice and whispered: "Huaihua County Marquis, dead!"

"Huaihua County Marquis?" Zhang Ju was stunned for a moment, then understood, and his face changed greatly, "Is that Hou Xiao!

"It's this person, I was on the way back just now, and I heard someone talk about it, so I hurried over to report it, this news must have spread all over the city!"