A thin figure dressed in linen took advantage of the darkening sky to sneak down Deer Terrace Pavilion. He followed the inconspicuous corners of Deer Terrace Pavilion's tall pavilion and carefully avoided the patrolling guards as he walked out of the palace.
When he reached a place where the guards couldn't see him, he lifted his skirt and ran forward with his bare feet.
In fact, it was a luxury for a slave to even run. There was no thick layer of humus like the Deciduous Forest and there was no soft soil like the plains. In the royal palace's garden, it was filled with shrubs, protruding tree roots, and stones. If he ran a bit faster, he would hurt his feet.
Needless to say, in order to prevent slaves and untouchables from sneaking into the garden, the King of Righteous Canal ordered people to scatter a lot of sharp gravel here. Anyway, the nobles and guards were wearing shoes made of felt, which were warm and comfortable. They could run freely on the gravel ground, catching up with slaves who could not run fast like the wind and chopping off their heads.
But that figure did not seem to care about the stones that could hurt his feet. He staggered as he ran and found a hidden place. There was already a War Hounds man wearing a guard's uniform waiting there.
When the guard saw that figure, he quickly came forward and said in a low voice, "Did you bring it out?"
That thin slave bowed and revealed a fawning expression as he said, "I brought it! His Majesty ordered people to keep a tight watch on them. I had to bribe the guards on duty to get a few of them. They are all freshly picked and dried goods, not the inferior goods that were dropped on the ground and withered to fool you. "
"Take it out for me to see!" The guard berated. Seeing his hesitation, he became even more strict.
The skinny slave had no choice but to take out the thing wrapped in white cloth from his bosom. It was a dark golden, air-dried datura flower that had shrunk into a ball. It looked like scattered gold grains piled up together, emitting a fragrant aroma. The guard greedily moved in front of the datura flower and took a deep breath.
The skinny slave looked distressed as he watched from the side. It was as if this bite had sucked away a millet's weight, but he did not dare to stop it. However, the guard knew the importance of this matter and quickly wrapped it up again.
He weighed the dried datura flower in his hand and sternly said: "Why is there so little this time? It's not even half a catty. If this datura flower is dried, it would weigh about two catties. Don't tell me you only collected 120 datura flowers in the past few days? Tell me … did you hide it? "
"This servant wouldn't dare!" That skinny little slave's legs softened when she heard it, said in terror, "This servant will never dare to disobey the great shaman's orders, just that His Majesty is very strict, ordered the close guards to make a list of those Datura flowers, every single Datura flower that blooms, are all numbered!"
"Just a few days ago, His Majesty executed a servant girl for stealing flowers. Now, all the Datura flowers are under the control of the palace guards. We have to curry favor with them and bribe them to hide some. We don't dare to steal too much of each stalk. We only pick the ones that slip through the gaps between the fingers of the noble guards."
"That fake king is actually so scheming?" The guard said in shock and anger. The matter of smuggling datura flowers from the palace was extremely important. It concerned the great shaman's high regard for him. If this line was tightened, then his future would not be optimistic in the eyes of the great shaman. How could he stand out then?
The slave at the side said hatefully, "It's all that merchant's suggestion. He asked His Majesty for the right to monopolize all the Datura flowers in Deer Terrace Pavilion and only allow him to sell them. His Majesty was rather shaken and is still considering!"
The guard sneered when he heard that. "These people from the Central Plains will definitely not have an easy time after the great shaman takes the throne!"
After putting away the dried datura flowers wrapped in white cloth, the guard lowered his head and made a few turns, then went around the palace and went straight to a mansion in the city. After entering the mansion, he handed the things to a shaman and left. That shaman carefully carried the things to the outside of a main hall.
Great Shaman Ju Yan looked at a sorcerer-apprentice with a gloomy expression. He poured the dark gold dried datura flowers in a white handkerchief into a golden bottle. The bottle was already half full. The datura flowers inside were like scattered gold, emitting an enchanting dark gold brilliance. Ju Yan held the golden bottle in his hand and looked at the grand shamans below who were staring greedily at the golden bottle. He laughed angrily and said, "Are you all satisfied with just this bit of witch medicine?"
He said sternly, "That fake king has thousands of times more datura witch medicine than this. Are we going to be satisfied with just picking up this bit that he left behind and fight over it like dogs?"
Great Shaman Ju Yan reached in and grabbed a handful of scattered gold. He used a little force in his hand and crushed the withered datura flowers that had shrunk to the size of soybeans into powder. He brought it to his nose and took a deep breath. The dark gold fine powder was sucked into his nose. After a few breaths, Great Shaman Ju Yan's gaze changed.
His murky and dim eyes suddenly brightened, as if a powerful thought had been injected into them. He felt that his telegnosis, which had been dulled by witchcraft, ghosts, darkness, and poison, had become sharp again. His dry and loose skin became sensitive, and his consciousness became clear and scattered.
"It's really a magical medicine!" Great Shaman Ju Yan exclaimed.
"The ancestors' spirits can use this to communicate with us. It can help us listen and see the traces of the ghosts and gods that are everywhere. With their power, it can make our spiritual sense sharper and sink into the spiritual realm to come into contact with those great, immortal powers. We can see the spirits, the ghosts and gods. "
Ju Yan sighed and said, "That's why you are so eager and greedy to get your hands on this kind of medicine. You want to concoct it into a medicine that can help you break through to the next level, please the gods, and increase your power."
"This kind of medicine, when used by wizards, can communicate with the ghosts and gods. When used by warriors, they will become stronger and braver. Even those slaves will become smarter when they work. It can increase our intelligence and make us more sensitive to the will of the ghosts and gods. It can even make warriors more agile and powerful, replenishing their energy and stamina."
"But this kind of natural treasure!" Great Shaman Ju Yan said angrily, "It's actually in the hands of those idiots and trash from the Quan Gao Family, in the hands of that fake king of Yi Qu Clan. That fake king even used a stove to bake piles of spirit incense in one of the main halls of the royal palace, letting the fragrance of datura scent fill the entire hall. Together with those stupid, rotten nobles, they would have fun in the main hall, enjoying themselves to their heart's content. It's called the meeting of bliss. "
"This helped Yi Qu King to win over many influential people!" Another Grand Shaman added, "Many clans and nobles are no longer interested in their ancestors and the ghosts and gods! Some nobles who have been to the meeting of bliss told me that only by smelling the fragrance of the Pure Land of Bliss and enjoying themselves to their heart's content would they be able to live their lives as nobles. "
"Otherwise, what's the point of living like those slaves and lowly people?"
"And the nobles who have smelled the Mandala Fragrance, the heavenly flower fragrance from the Pure Land of Bliss, have no doubts about the Pure Land of Bliss. Even the monk who claims that the Spirited Mountain's gods and Buddhas created three Pure Lands that aren't inferior to the Pure Land of Bliss can't convince anyone. Yesterday, he even claimed that his Pure Land of Amitabha and Pure Land of Bliss also had the Infinite Datura Scent. "Another Grand Shaman said.
"Hahaha!" His words caused a wave of sarcastic laughter in this secret chamber.
Ju Yan sneered and said, "You mean that liar who held a bottle and showed everyone his Pure Land of Bliss? Do you think anyone would believe his nonsense? "
As soon as Ju Yan's voice fell, all the laughter stopped immediately. The Grand Shamans became silent.
Ju Yan laughed a few times and then snorted coldly, "There are still many who believe in it. They don't believe in their ancestors and the ghosts and gods, but they believe in the nonsense of a barbarian from the Guifang West. He talked about the so-called reincarnation and the Pure Land of Bliss in detail, even if these things were just copied by that barbarian a few days ago! Even if he said this today, he would slap his own mouth tomorrow and change his words. But there are still people who believe in him, they believe without a doubt. "
"Maybe we can also fabricate our own Pure Land!" A Grand Shaman said.
He plucked up the courage to make this suggestion, expecting to receive some rebuttal from the Grand Sorcerers, but surprisingly, none of the Grand Sorcerers spoke. So, after this silent encouragement, the secret chamber began to discuss in whispers how to adapt this saying.
Ju Yan let out a silent sigh. How could he not know that he was digging up his own foundation?
But after consuming the Datura, Ju Yan believed deeply in the Pure Land of Bliss where the Smallpox grew. He also started to believe in the Pure Land of Bliss, the endless bliss! If there was no Pure Land of Bliss, how would there be such a strange flower like the Datura? The aristocrats of Yi Qu Country were Shamans. They were all addicted to the unrestrained, carefree happiness after consuming the Datura. Hence, they yearned for the Pure Land of Bliss where this strange flower grew.
Since the Pure Land of Bliss existed, then after death, who would not want to enter the Pure Land of Bliss and enjoy the endless bliss?
This was the reason why the few Grand Shamans did not dare to obstruct the Pure Land of Bliss. They did not dare to offend the Amitabha Buddha who opened up the Pure Land of Bliss. They too had to die.
In the Ultimate Picture of Bliss, Chen Ang looked at the few souls that had just floated over. These were some of the old aristocrats of Yi Qu City. Every winter was the time when the old people passed through a critical period. Winter was the time when the vitality was restrained and the blood was dormant. Therefore, passing through the winter was like passing a test. After the winter, when the flowers bloomed and the vitality sprouted, most of the old people who were physically old and mentally weak could survive until the next winter.
These aristocrats were the old people who could not survive. Thanks to the overflow of the Datura in Yi Qu City, they all bid farewell to the world without pain.
They had entered a real hell.
"Transfer these souls to World No. 76 and prepare for the River Styx corruption experiment." Chen Ang smiled slightly, revealing a gentle smile that was comparable to the smile that medical students showed to rabbits and mice.
"It's just the beginning. There are too few experimental resources! Too few! When the Pure Land Sect flourishes and everyone chants the name of Buddha and enters the Pure Land of Bliss, my tens of thousands of experimental projects can be started! " Chen Ang sighed and said, "The quality of these souls that consumed the Datura is too poor. I can only use them for the River Styx corruption experiment to study the ecology of the soul after the corruption of the soul."
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