This time, both sides sat opposite each other - the clothes they chose were also strange, one side of the temple was black; the other side of the North Wudang was red.
The Red and Black Legions represent not one family, but the friction and sparks of several beliefs.
The debate is about to begin.
Everyone began to look around habitually. Your Majesty, will you still not come today?
The sun has been very cooperative these days, as if it wants to give the temple enough face and shine brightly every day. So that the fruits around the temple absorb enough sunshine, and they are round and big. It is rainy in the early stage and sunny in the later stage.
This autumn is a perfect day for a good harvest.
From dawn to morning, there was still no sign of it.
Then, there was a sound of a cow's horn.
It was blown by a monk in the temple, a rhino horn of a characteristic.
The debate on this day officially began.
Some people who are interested have noticed that the soldiers who used to maintain the booth have begun to gather in the middle. The crazy masses have been stopped outside.
When he was about to enter the high platform, the priest Adam walked towards the high priest.
"Your Majesty still haven't come?"
"No."
A smile appeared on the high priest's face: "It would be better if he didn't come! It would be better if he didn't attend the entire debate."
Priest Adam was about to answer, but suddenly heard a voice:
Scratch, tap!
The tap is the sound of a horse!
Scratch, rubbing, is the sound made by the sedan chairman.
On both sides of the road, suddenly became quiet.
It was a royal imperial road, lined by neat evergreen trees, paved with wide marble in the middle, which could accommodate four horses passing at the same time.
Before and after, there are the imperial guards who pioneered the way.
Then, it's the top horse.
At this time, the one who opened the way was the horses - each four horses in a row, front, back, back, and back. These horses were all red and black foals, fat and strong, with hairy hair in the morning.