Di Ming

Chapter 23 It’s him!

Bao Shi was both shocked and furious, and shouted, "Did Yale touch her head?"

"Go and wake her up!"

Everyone was astonished and suspicious, wondering whether Ning Caiwei had truly received divine revelation or was faking it.

That scene just now was a bit strange; it didn't seem like it was staged.

This nine-year-old princess didn't seem like a little girl at all; she seemed like an adult.

How can you fake it? You can't even make it look convincing.

Kang Jia immediately stepped forward and shook Ning Caiwei's limp body.

"Martyr, what's wrong with you, Martyr? Did Yale touch your head? Wake up!"

Ning Caiwei remained motionless.

Kang Jia pinched her face and slapped her hard twice, causing Ning Caiwei's nose to bleed.

Her hair was disheveled, and blood from her nose dripped down her cheeks onto her magnificent funeral robes.

Very miserable.

But she still didn't "wake up," and she didn't move at all.

Kang Jia stepped on her toes again, but there was still no reaction.

The deceased's eldest son, Long Dun, said with a cold expression:
"She's really unconscious? Try using a branding iron and see if she wakes up."

"Someone, prepare a branding iron. If she can't wake up under the branding iron, then she is indeed possessed by a god."

"Wait!" the shaman master said. "With me here, why use a branding iron?"

He felt his authority had been violated.

He spread his arms wide. "The celestial vortex technique, like that of a divine eagle, will let me know whether the sacrificial victims have truly received divine revelation."

The word "shaman" means: knowledgeable, spiritually aware.

Shamans claim to be incarnations of divine eagles, and their souls can soar freely through the heavens like eagles; this is known as the "Sky-Soaring Technique."

Each layer of heaven that the soul can ascend to is like a layer of dark clouds, with the highest being the Shaman King of "Nine Dark Clouds".

This shaman master is a great shaman who possesses the "Seven Dark Clouds," and his "divine oracle" is that even Baoshi must be respected.

He shook the magic bell, swung the divine mirror, and danced around Ning Caiwei, singing as he danced.

The tone of voice is like a summoning of a soul.

After a short while, he stopped dancing, and with a horse fork resembling a python's tongue, licked Ning Caiwei's face, asking as if from a divine perspective:
“O devout martyr, wake up and answer my questions! Mother Fodo is watching you, her eyes are full of kindness. Do not be afraid…”

His voice seemed to possess a certain magic.

Ning Caiwei knew that she had to wake up this time.

Damn it, my face and feet hurt so much.

She suddenly raised her bloodied face, her gaze solemn and holy, not at all like a little girl.

She spoke, in an eerie tone:
"You are guilty...will punished..."

“you stupid jerk…make me sick…you are pig…”

As soon as she said that, her entire demeanor became even more mysterious and enigmatic.

But everyone could clearly tell that it was some kind of language!

It doesn't seem like he was just making things up.

“What did she say?” Baoshi asked the shaman. “It’s not Han Chinese, not Jurchen, not Mongolian, and not Korean. What is she saying?”

The shaman master said solemnly:

"This is a kind of dark language. She said that the gods will protect the Jueercha clan, and the people and descendants of the Ningguta Beile!"

"One day, the warriors of the Jueercha clan will follow great heroes like Cuoha Zhanye to conquer the world and enjoy the glory of the Baturu."

She also said that now is not the auspicious time for her to ascend to heaven, and that she should wait until 3:45 PM before she can be sent on her way.

"A sinister language?" Everyone suddenly realized.

The language of the underworld is the language of the netherworld; there is more than one kind, but they are all ghostly language.

No wonder.

Hearing this, Ning Caiwei breathed a sigh of relief and tried her best not to laugh.

In this desperate situation, she really couldn't laugh.

Killing oneself at 3:45 PM would delay it by two hours, thus gaining two hours of time.

Zhu Yin, you absolutely have to come!

Ning Caiwei's clothes were soaked with sweat.

Even though she was smart, quick-witted, and had a strong mentality, she was almost exhausted after giving it her all and delivering long passages of English like a theatrical performance.

Her apparent weakness only reinforced everyone's belief that she had truly been possessed by a deity.

Bao Shi nodded with a complicated expression. "Since the shaman master says so, then let's wait until 3:45 PM, that's the truly auspicious time."

Those who are to be buried alive must be killed, otherwise it will be a terrible omen.

However, the timing of the ritual is crucial. An incorrect time is considered unlucky. The shaman nodded and resumed his dance to ward off misfortune and dispel evil spirits.

Bao Shi looked at the other old man and asked, "Fifth Brother, did Third Brother hear what she just said?"

Fifth Prince Baolang'a, who was already hard of hearing and had poor eyesight, was old and frail, but he still managed to hear the 'yin language' translated by the shaman master.

"It is said that our tribe's warriors will follow a great hero in the future, achieve great deeds, and become a Baturu. Yes, this is indeed auspicious."

...

The sun gradually sets.

Soon it was already past 1:00 PM.

Ning Caiwei felt that time was both too fast and too slow.

The agony was unbearable, making it hard to breathe.

Sweat poured down his body layer upon layer, and he couldn't help but tremble slightly.

Her body and mind have reached their limits.

There was still more than half an hour left.

Ning Caiwei weakly raised her head, looked at the sky outside, and gazed at the setting sun, her eyes ashen.

Is Zhu Yin not coming?

He's still on his way, is he going to miss his chance?
Sigh... I'm still going to die.

Zhu Yin, please take good care of my sister. If I die, there will only be the two of you left in this world.

You must... live well.

Ning Caiwei suddenly revealed a serene smile.

It is poignant, sorrowful, and filled with a sense of brokenness.

Even in death, she wanted to retain some dignity.

……

There was only half an hour left.

Just as everyone was preparing to kill Galo and Lancha, the two people who were to be buried alive, a middle-aged man suddenly rode his horse out of the hall and shouted:
"Father! Fifth Uncle! The Ming army is here! The Ming army and Nurhaci have entered the city!"

"What?!" Bao Shi suddenly stood up. "What are the Ming troops doing here? Why were they allowed into the city? How many of them came?"

The man was Bao Shi's second son, Ahana.

He looked somewhat bewildered: "The Ming army is small, only a hundred or so cavalry! Even I dare not stop them from entering the city, otherwise it would be considered a crime of resisting the Heavenly Army! Nurhaci brought five hundred armored soldiers with him into the city!"

"You idiot!" Bao Shi cursed angrily. "You didn't dare to stop the Ming army, so why didn't you stop Nurhaci! You even let five hundred armored soldiers in!"

"This is our Hetu Ala city! It doesn't belong to his brothers! What is he doing here with the Ming army!"

There were several hundred armored men in Hetu Ala at this time. But Nurhaci's bravery was known to all his people.

With the Ming army also providing assistance, they were in grave danger.

The clansmen immediately became agitated, and several of their nephews and nieces went out to urgently mobilize troops and gather their followers to resist Nurhaci.

Soon, a large contingent of armored soldiers surged in like a tide, and the Ming army's banners were clearly visible.

When Ning Caiwei heard that the Ming army and Nurhaci had entered the city, she was both surprised and delighted, and almost cheered.

With her intelligence, how could she not know that Zhu Yin must have arrived?

Sure enough, the next moment, she saw a familiar little figure.

It's him!

Ning Caiwei wept with joy, feeling as if her entire gloomy world had instantly become infinitely bright!
Zhu Yin was surrounded by several Ming cavalrymen, followed by hundreds of iron cavalrymen!
Beside him were Nurhaci's five hundred armored men.

Seeing this, Bao Shi and the others dared not stay in the hall any longer.

He shouted and fled the hall, gathering troops to protect himself.

Zhu Yin paid no heed to these Jurchen nobles and led his men straight into the solemn and dignified hall.

Outside the city, he had already learned that a funeral was being held in the city's main hall. A young Han girl was to be buried alive with the dead.

He was extremely anxious and didn't bother to waste words with the city guards. Instead, he used the power of the Ming Dynasty to force his way into the city.

"Caiwei!" Zhu Yin was overjoyed to see Ning Caiwei tied to the pillar. He was filled with lingering fear and stumbled, almost falling over.

"Zhu Yin!" Ning Caiwei was overjoyed and tears welled up in her eyes.

"I knew you would come to save me!"

Zhu Yin stepped forward and untied himself, and Ning Caiwei's body went limp as she hugged him tightly.

My feet hurt...

Nurhaci looked at the little girl and a sudden idea flashed in his mind.

Were they together?

So it's... a boy and a girl, with a baby and a dog?

Isn’t this right?!
(End of this chapter)