RBCT Chapter 310 The Legend of the White Fish in White Fish Village
Chapter 310 The Legend of the White Fish in White Fish Village
Chapter 310 The Legend of the White Fish in White Fish Village
Let's rewind to the present, December 1st.
On the border of Xia Kingdom, the severely wounded Bie Xixia fled in panic.
Clearly, even a great demon like Beelzebub had to pass through the gates of Hell to return.
Only soul-type hellish creatures can return to hell anytime, anywhere; this is the law of heaven and earth.
Of course, some people can change the laws of heaven and earth, such as the last emperor.
A decree from the Emperor, a seal that sealed the heavens and the earth, turned the air and sunlight of the mortal realm into poison for the creatures of hell.
Fortunately, Beelzebub was not entirely a creature of hell; in essence, he was once an angel, so he was somewhat immune to the poison.
Many of the gods in the underworld fell from the divine realm.
The simplest example is Hela, the daughter of Odin, the god of space.
He flew to Mount Lao'ai.
. . . . .
Although the mountain scenery was beautiful, he had no heart to appreciate it.
Suddenly, he stopped abruptly and looked ahead warily.
Something seems to be perched on a large tree on the hilltop ahead.
An unsettling atmosphere pressed down silently from the tree trunk.
"Who goes there!" Beelzebub shouted angrily.
A lazy voice drifted down from the tree: "Oh, it's Beelzebub."
Beelzebub moved closer and finally saw it clearly.
An old cat was perched on the tree trunk, its tail tipped with red, swaying lazily.
His pupils suddenly contracted, and he quickly transformed back into human form.
His black robe was stained with blood, and the bandages on his face were soaked with black blood.
He adopted the ancient Xia Kingdom etiquette, clasping his hands in a respectful gesture, yet his muscles were taut: "Your Highness, Mingdeng."
This old cat is a powerful figure in the Xia Kingdom, appointed as a minister of the underworld by the Emperor of Ten Thousand Generations.
He, a Western deity, was wandering around the territory of Xia Kingdom, which ultimately offended them.
Especially now, I'm in terrible shape and I'm definitely no match for them.
The old cat stood up on all fours, looked up at him, and a hint of dissatisfaction appeared in its eyes: "You're too tall."
Beelzebub immediately descended, landing beneath the tree, and clasped his hands in greeting once more: "Your Highness."
The old cat was finally satisfied and slowly said, "Are you planning to slink back to hell like this?"
"At that time, the evil spirits of hell will laugh at you."
A look of resentment flashed in Bie Xixia's eyes.
In the Avici Hell, there are seven malevolent deities, including the uncontrollable whale Leviathan and the ruler Satan.
His constant companionship with Satan had long aroused the jealousy of other spirits.
If the first battle ends like this, they will inevitably face criticism when they return, and may even incur the wrath of Satan.
He gritted his teeth: "It seems the prince isn't here to kill me."
Then please enlighten me, Your Highness—
If I can get rid of Twilight, I'll consider it a favor I owe the Prince.
The old cat's gaze was deep and mysterious: "The fortune of dusk is the strongest in the human world. It's not surprising that he can subdue the seventy-two demon gods in this state."
However, he lost his memory after leaving the Zero Antique Shop and was unable to perfectly control the divine power he was supposed to possess.
The best time to act is before he goes back.
Beelzebub said bitterly, "But he has seventy-two demon gods under his command, those are seventy-two mid-level gods!"
A mid-level god, even in the age of gods, he was an outstanding figure.
Beelzebub himself was a middle god.
As for the higher gods, they are few and far between, and any one of them would be a name that resounds throughout the land:
King Yama of the Underworld, Satan, the ruler of hell, Zeus, the king of gods, Lucifer, the archangel, and Odin, the god of space.
The old cat glanced at him: "He didn't go back to the antique shop, and he didn't regain his memories from his cultivation period. At most, he can only summon two demon gods."
After fighting you, my condition has declined again; I'm afraid I can only summon one.
Beelzebub sighed, "In my current state, it would be difficult for me to contend with any demon god."
The old cat said leisurely, "Isn't there still me, Your Majesty?"
Beelzebub was stunned and looked at him in disbelief.
Prince Mingdeng was already being lenient by not assassinating him, yet he still had to help him kill Huanghun?
He asked suspiciously, "Your Highness, are you planning to side with the gods?"
Prince Mingdeng was a powerful figure among mortals who had often accompanied Emperor Wanshi in his campaigns against the gods.
Beelzebub had assumed that Beelzebub had come to ambush and kill him.
With a sudden realization, he felt he had figured it out: the last emperor and the emperor of all ages had both passed away, and there was no hope left for the human world.
If the gods return, what can Prince Mingdeng do to stop them?
So—is this a move to abandon darkness and embrace the light?
He became excited: "I can introduce you to my master, Satan. With your divine power, my lord Satan will surely be impressed..."
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The old cat narrowed its eyes, and a powerful pressure from a mid-level god suddenly descended.
Bie Xixia, shut up right now.
The old cat cursed, "I, who am deeply favored by the Emperor and receive offerings from the people, would I stand beside disgusting vermin like you?"
Beelzebub shrank back: "Then what's your method?"
The old cat calmed himself down and said, "Dusk has blocked my path."
"If we cooperate to eliminate him today, we will still be mortal enemies when we meet again in the future."
Beelzebub didn't quite understand why Dusk had blocked the path of Prince Brightlight.
But upon closer reflection, it's not surprising—
If Prince Mingdeng had truly stood on the side of dusk, the Cowherd wouldn't have been able to jump around for so long.
As he said, he was a key minister to the emperor for all ages and possessed formidable fighting prowess.
The Cowherd and the Dark Council Chairman who received Satan's blessing were merely demigods, while the Prince was a top-tier mid-level god.
Beelzebub clasped his hands in thanks: "Very well. Then thank you very much, Your Highness."
The following morning, in a house in Baiyu Village.
Jiang Chaosheng woke up from the clean and dry bedding and looked around at the earthen walls and wooden beams, the old-fashioned cabinet, and a rusty hoe on the windowsill.
He turned to look out the window and saw an old figure sweeping fallen leaves in the yard.
The old village chief.
Jiang Chaosheng rubbed his groggy head, threw off the covers, and went outside.
When the old village chief saw him come out, he quickly pulled a cotton-padded coat off the railing and put it on him: "You have a fever, you know? You need to rest more."
fever?
Jiang Chaosheng paused for a moment, recalling how he had ridden the three-headed dragon of the cemetery through the winter night sky for half the night.
No matter how many demons he summoned, he was still a mortal. After being exposed to sub-zero winds for so long, it would be strange if he didn't catch a fire.
The old village chief pulled him into the house and made him a cup of hot tea, which he then placed in his hand. He pulled up a small stool and sat opposite him, saying, "Chaosheng, thank you for saving the village yesterday."
Jiang Chaosheng held his teacup but didn't reply.
The old village chief continued speaking to himself: "Back then, the fortune teller said that you would save the village from a great disaster."
I don't want disaster to befall the village, nor do I want the younger generation to risk their lives for the village.
But fate is fate, and yesterday, it seems, fate came to pass.
Jiang Chaosheng looked up at him: "I don't really believe in fate either."
The old village chief smiled and didn't refute, but simply said, "Everyone has their own destiny."
You have it, I have it, and Wang Ergou next door has it too.
He coughed before he could finish speaking, and naturally took out a piece of paper to cover his mouth.
When I took the tissue off, there were a few dark red spots on it.
Jiang Chaosheng frowned: "What's wrong with you?"
"My body was already failing. Two years ago, the doctor said I wouldn't live more than two months. I'm lucky to have survived this long."
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The old village chief crumpled the paper in his palm and said with a smile, "I think I'm alive just to wait for you to come and see you solve the disaster in the village."
He looked up at Jiang Chaosheng, his cloudy eyes filled with worry: "Thank you for your hard work last night."
You should be more careful in the future.
The old village chief saw a monster fighting with Jiang Chaosheng.
He was quite old, and although he found it strange and had never seen anything like it before, he was not particularly moved.
As he said, it's a miracle that he's still alive.
Jiang Chaosheng finished his tea in one gulp, stood up, and said, "I should go too."
The old village chief paused for a moment: "Rest a little longer, and leave tomorrow when your fever has subsided."
You've always been in poor health; you faint whenever you have a fever.
Jiang Chaosheng said in his usual indifferent tone, "If I don't leave, those things will come back."
The old village chief opened his mouth, but in the end, he didn't say anything. He just sighed and said, "Be careful."
Jiang Chaosheng walked to the door and suddenly stopped.
Why is it called White Fish Village?
He would never forget the fish he saw with his third eye last night as he plummeted from the sky—
Pure white and translucent, like moonlight condensed, it leaps between the mountaintops and the river.
The old village chief frowned and pondered for a while before slowly saying, "This is a very ancient legend."
The young people in the village had never heard of it, and most of the older folks who knew the story were already deceased.
The old village chief tapped his pipe on the sole of his shoe and refilled it with tobacco: "Legend has it that King Wu and Jiang Ziya rode a dragon boat together on this Bilu River."
As the dragon boat reached the middle of the river, a sudden gale arose, and towering white waves surged.
Just as the dragon boat was about to capsize, a white fish leaped into the boat.
He jumped directly from the river into King Wu's cabin.
Jiang Ziya immediately congratulated King Wu:
Congratulations, Your Majesty! In the Shang Dynasty, white was considered the most noble color, as it represented the royal power of the Shang Dynasty.
The character 舟 (zhou) is a homophone of 周 (zhou), so 舟入 (zhou ru) means 周入 (
"The white fish entering the boat signifies that the Shang Dynasty's rule is about to be transferred to the Zhou Dynasty!"
Jiang Chaosheng raised an eyebrow.
The old village chief doesn't need to tell us what happened next.
Actually, this story is also recorded in ancient books; he heard it in a history elective course when he was in college.
Later, King Wu ordered the white fish to be cooked and shared with his soldiers.
Two years later, in the Battle of Muye, the Shang army defected, King Zhou committed suicide by burning himself, and the Zhou Dynasty was established.
After that, "white fish entering a boat" became a Chinese idiom, specifically used to describe an auspicious omen of certain victory in warfare.
The white fish held great significance and was mentioned alongside the later auspicious "red crow" – "white fish and red crow" – indicating its extraordinary nature.
Jiang Chaosheng never expected that the legendary white fish entering the boat... would actually happen in the section of the river near White Fish Village!
That white fish...
It's even more amazing than I imagined.
Because he saw that white fish last night.
The old village chief said, "This is the legend of White Fish Village, and also the origin of its name."
Jiang Chaosheng said thank you and walked outside. When he reached the door, he turned back to look at the old village chief, who seemed relieved, and said, "Take care."
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