Wise spirits warned Huang Di about Chiyu's military preparations. But he did not listen to anyone, because he believed the flattering subject, who constantly sent words of respect to the lord, written on bamboo tablets. The Lord lived serenely in his earthly capital on Mount Kunlun, walked through the palaces and enjoyed the singing of birds in the hanging gardens.
He didn’t even believe the report that Chiyu had attacked the lands of the empire, he decided that it was a misunderstanding. Huang Di turned to Chiyu with a message about humanity and duty, trying to reason with the evil spirit. But surrounded by copper-headed werewolf brothers, the invader moved forward. Huang Di had to quickly gather an army: gods and spirits from all over the world, ordinary bears, pale yellow and with horse heads, leopards, leopards, tigers, warlike tribes of people. Meanwhile, Chiyu was advancing, and the warlike tribes of people were dying one after another. After all, swords, axes, axes and arrows were broken on the iron foreheads of the brothers!
Chiyu was surrounded by an army, at the head of which Huang Di himself rode on a shining chariot. By the power of witchcraft, the evil spirit released such a thick fog onto the earth and sky that it was impossible to tell where north, south, east and west were. In this boundless fog, the copper-headed and iron-fronted warriors of Chiyu and himself with a horn on his head looked even more terrible. They either emerged from the fog, then disappeared, then appeared, then seemed to drown in it. No matter who they saw, everyone was killed. In Huang Di's army, people screamed, horses neighed pitifully, tigers hid, wolves fled.
- Forward to the enemy! - Huang Di commanded loudly, standing on a chariot and waving his sword.
- Forward to the enemy! - the commanders echoed him, but could not understand in the fog where the front was and where the rear was.
Huang Di frowned in despondency, lowered his eyes and saw that his wise dignitary Feng-hou was sitting on the chariot, closing his eyes.
- Why are you calmly dozing in the midst of battle? - the lord exclaimed.
- Am I dreaming? I'm looking for a way out! The dignitary, not hearing the clanging of swords and whistling
arrows, I thought, why does the handle of the Big Dipper always point north, regardless of time and any changes on earth? I wish we could come up with something that would help us find out where north, east, west and south are! The dignitary had extremely remarkable abilities. Under the thunder of battle, he built a chariot, placed a small iron man on it, whose hand always pointed exactly to the south, wherever the chariot turned.
This legendary sage is considered the inventor of the compass.
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru