Chapter 508: The Great Ceremony of Fengchan (V) (Refresh, OK
On the east side of the foot of Moon Festival Mountain.
On an auspicious hill full of rare and exotic animals, the ceremony of repaying the earth on the square earth altar continues.
In the clear chanting voice of the young Confucian scholar in white as snow.
On the top of the altar, the Young Emperor of Dali, wearing a large bright yellow dress, knelt down and worshiped devoutly.
Under the altar of earth, a group of Confucian scholars from the academy were dancing in weird postures.
The people of Dali almost crowded the hill, and together with the dignitaries of the Li court headed by the Dugu clan, they watched silently.
No one noticed that the eyes of a certain old-fashioned female gentleman who was originally indifferent towards the stage gradually changed and she became more and more silent.
The ceremony on the altar of earth, except for the sudden "awkward dance" at the beginning, was all carried out step by step.
About half an hour later, the process of the Temple of Earth will be introduced.
The young emperor of Dali solemnly stepped down to the altar. Under the altar, a group of Confucian scholars had arrived in a cattail cart to wait.
The cattail cart is pulled by nine white horses, and the wheels are wrapped with cattails to avoid damaging the grass, trees, earth and rocks on the mountain on the way to the Moon Festival.
The Young Emperor of Dali boarded the carriage, and Zhao Rong, who was the first to officiate, served as the carriage driver.
As the cart drove forward, the other Confucian priests followed closely behind the young emperor's cart, not exceeding one step.
The Dugu family led the ministers and the people of Dali, accompanied the young emperor in his carriage, and followed closely behind him.
The crowd was like a gap in the dead bitan, and the still water began to flow, rushing towards the gap.
At the front, a young Confucian scholar in white rode a horse, carrying the Young Emperor of Dali all the way westward, and slowly drove up to the top of the Moon Festival Mountain.
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This is a ruined ruin.
There may have been a magnificent city here once, and I don't know who built it, but now there are only ruins left.
The ruins are filled with the Nine-Day Winter Palace Flower.
All the buildings have withered, but the flower of the bright moon stubbornly pokes out from the cracks or rocks of the collapsed ancient buildings and blooms to its fullest.
This ruined city is surrounded and topped by dark stone walls.
It's old and hard, and I don't know the age.
But it is full of traces of time, and the few remaining mural texts have long been washed away by the water of the long river of time. There are only a few residual paintings, which arouse people's imagination.
This seems to be a hollowed-out underground, like a huge ancient sarcophagus, with the ruins carefully sealed.
The entire space is in the shape of a truncated cone, getting narrower as you go up, until it reaches a quasi-circular dome.
I don't know where it is, I don't know where it is.
The ruins are filled with an ancient and stale smell, and the air is extremely silent, as if the heavy mud of history has been poured into the sarcophagus, and it has solidified so hard that it is difficult to breathe.
The atmosphere had an unspeakable desolation.
Among the ruins, there are occasionally some strange buildings, and the terrible restrictions seem to still exist.
These ancient buildings have an alien style and a bit of mystery.
In addition to the Nine Heavenly Cold Palace flowers blooming all over the ground, the only source of light in this unknown place's ruins comes from the dome above.
The dome is very strange.
Round shape.
Half of it is pitch black rock, and the other half...is a quarter moon.
A quarter moon that looks like azure glass.
To be precise, it is a dome made of azure glass, shaped like a crescent moon.
It complements the rock dome and forms the top of the circle.
At this time, light blue light shone through the blue glazed crescent moon dome above the ruins.
Therefore, this is a ruin shrouded in light blue light.
There is no known liquid substance above the glass dome, but it seems to be constantly flowing and changing.
As a result, the light blue light leaking from it kept changing all the time.
Sometimes strong and sometimes weak, sometimes weak and sometimes strong.
Forming a strange and dreamy picture.
Because of the position of the crescent moon glass dome and the refraction of light.
This quietly changing light blue light falls evenly on the ruins below.
Among them, one of the brightest places is a peculiar pavilion located near the center of the ruins.
This pavilion is made of pure crystal, as are the tables and chairs in the pavilion.
At this time, it is illuminated by light blue light.
The crystal pavilion shines brightly and shines brightly.
It is also a relatively well-preserved building in the entire ruins. Compared with the dilapidated and collapsed buildings around it, the crystal diamond-like material seems to make it more resistant to the washing of time and water.
Stand firm.
Around the Crystal Pavilion, there is a hot spring pool, which is actually living water. From the spring at the bottom of the pool, hot and painful spring water is continuously emerging...
It adds a bit of life to the entire ancient and dilapidated ruins.
Beside the hot spring pool, the Nine Heavenly Han Palace flowers are blooming, and they are particularly prosperous compared to other places.
At this moment, if a young Confucian scholar were present, the combination of this pavilion and hot spring pool would definitely look very familiar to him.
I seem to have seen it somewhere not long ago...
However, there was no beauty couch in the Crystal Pavilion at this time.
There are only tables and chairs carved with crystal clear crystals.
The arc is perfect like a work of art.
But these are not the most eye-catching objects in the pavilion at the moment.
Inside the pavilion, an extremely clean palace dress was quietly placed on the crystal table.
It was folded neatly without any wrinkles and placed beside the edge of the table, making it easy for its owner to take it easily.
This neatly folded palace dress is made of an unknown material. The soft fabric is greenish-gold in color.
At first glance, you will feel that it is extremely noble! It is not a vulgar thing.
The fabric also exudes a hazy opalescent halo, like the full moonlight.
This is also the only place in the entire desolate ruins with human traces.
I don’t know who it was that entered this ancient and lifeless ruins and placed this elegant and noble palace dress neatly on this crystal table...
at the moment.
Blue and gold palace clothes.
Dazzling crystal pavilion.
There are also steaming hot spring pools...
All of this was quiet, just like other places in the ruins.
It seems to be waiting for something to arrive.
At a certain moment, there was a faint noise.
Like joy, I don’t know where it came from, quietly echoing in the ruins...
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At the top of the mountain, on the circular altar of heaven, all the rituals were prepared.
At this time, the mountain breeze was strong and the sun was shining brightly.
Everyone arrives.
It's two quarters past noon.
The ceremony of enshrining Zen has ushered in the most critical step, and it is also the final step.
Offer sacrifices to Heaven at the Temple of Heaven and repay Heaven for your merits.
In full view.
Four Confucian sacrificial scholars came forward and put the young emperor of Dali into solemn yellow clothes.
Gu Yiwu put his hands together to form a majestic crown and put it on the young emperor's head.
On the other side, Zhao Rong, dressed in white, walked straight to a prepared table under the circular Temple of Heaven.
A piece of gold foil paper lay flat on the table, as thin as a cicada's wing, two feet square.
He reached out and took out a sharp sword from his sleeve.
This action, which was not in the planned arrangement, immediately attracted everyone's attention.
Especially a certain stunning queen mother who was masked and dressed in white, her breasts rising and falling again.
She stood at the front of the crowd, biting her red lips under the white veil, slightly widening her almond-shaped eyes, staring at the upcoming actions of the young Confucian scholar in the distance...
The young Confucian scholar's slender body has long sleeves fluttering in the mountain breeze.
The next moment, the sharp sword in his hand was unsheathed.
He bent over his desk and used the sharp edge of his sword to inscribe something on the golden book.
It was a bit unfamiliar at first, but after a while I became proficient and became very good at writing.
Not far away, when the young Emperor Dali finished changing his clothes, Zhao Rong completed the inscription on a golden book.
He put away the documents, calmly picked up the golden book, and under the nervous eyes of Dugu and others, he read out the document in which he prayed to heaven to repay his merits.
All around, the procedures were strictly followed, and solemn ritual music was played at the same time.
Zhao Rong's sonorous and powerful voice, mixed with ritual music, spread throughout the mountain top in the mountain wind.
The Dugu family and other dignitaries from Dali breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, there is just a strange and abrupt golden book engraving process. There is no major change. It is a process arranged in advance.
Although I don’t know why this strange Mr. Zhao did this.
The crowd of Dali people who crowded the top of the mountain fell silent and listened to the magnificent ritual music and hymns.
This should be a gift to repay heaven.
At the back of the crowd, Meng Zhengjun, who had become serious since the altar of earth, waited quietly for a while. At this time, he glanced at the young Confucian scholar in front of him who was honestly praising his virtues and merits. He exhaled slightly and relaxed a little.
From this point of view, the amazing gift of repaying the earth at the Temple of Earth was just an accident, or it could be said that this brat's blind cat encountered a dead mouse.
The old-fashioned female gentleman shook her head, then hummed softly, lowered her head in disinterest, and straightened her sleeves.
After a while, Zhao Rong finally carefully read this somewhat obscure inscription word for word.
It seems to be the end of the ceremony.
The crowd cheered loudly, and countless people chanted "Long live Emperor Li".
The young Confucian scholar lowered his eyes, as if he had not heard this, and rolled up the golden book in his hand attentively.
The Young Emperor of Dali stepped forward on the red carpet in the center amidst the cheers of the crowd.
The young emperor and Zhao Rong looked at each other.
The latter handed over the golden book in his hand.
The Young Emperor of Dali solemnly took it with both hands, turned around, and faced the direction of the Temple of Heaven.
The sound in the world gradually stopped, and everyone stared with wide eyes, seriously looking forward to the young emperor's upcoming appearance on the stage - the final step of kneeling down to thank heaven and earth to complete the ceremony of conferring immortality.
The atmosphere on the top of the mountain is solemn, welcoming the arrival of this last moment.
The Young Emperor of Dali walked toward the Temple of Heaven holding a golden book of praises of virtue that he could only understand half of.
However, when he was about to approach the Temple of Heaven, the steps of the young man in dragon robe that attracted much attention suddenly changed.
The position has shifted slightly.
He walked straight towards somewhere next to the Temple of Heaven.
In that direction, there is an ancient thunder osmanthus planted by someone unknown.
Up and down the mountain, the cheers that had just risen among the crowd were like a flame being extinguished by a basin of water.
The whole place was silent.
Your Majesty...what are you going to do? Isn't it to go to the Temple of Heaven to be enshrined? Are you going the wrong way?
Everyone stared blankly at the back of the young emperor, and immediately looked at Zhao Rong and other Confucian scholars in charge of conferring Zen.
However, the latter stood there with their hands down, motionless, quietly watching the behavior of the young Emperor Dali.
It's like he already knew it.
Everyone was a little confused.
In the crowd, Meng Zhengjun, who was lowering his head and adjusting his sleeves, made a move.
She slowly raised her head and squinted her eyes to look at... the metal book and the ancient charred thunderwood in Young Disha's hand.
The hand in the old-fashioned woman's sleeve suddenly tampered...
On the other side of the crowd, Dugu Chanyi couldn't stand anymore. He took a step forward hastily, as if he wanted to stop something, but was quickly held back by Daukou and Xuecan.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, you can't go, you can't go, you can't break the rules of Dali..."
The two women persuaded in a low voice.
"Aijia...Aijia..."
The noble Empress Dowager Dali's jade legs seemed to be a little weak again. She supported the arms of Daukou and Xuecan to steady her delicate body.
"How dare Zhao Ziyu? How dare! The Aijia...the Aijia fought with him..."
Dugu Chanyi opened her apricot eyes wide, looked into the eyes of Daukou and Xuecan, gritted her silver teeth, and asked incredulously.
"Mom, please calm down...what if...what if it's Mr. Zhao's ingenuity..."
"He's so determined, he just wants to take revenge on the Ai family..."
Dugu Chanyi closed her eyes and raised her head, pinching the silk handkerchief with her orchid fingers, rubbing her brows vigorously, her tone sad.
After a moment of silence, she opened her eyes and stared towards the field to see carefully what the bad man was trying to do.
At this moment, Zhao Rong seemed not to notice the criticism from everyone, and stared intently at the back of the young Emperor Dali.
At this time, in the sight of countless people, the Young Emperor of Dali, holding a golden book in his hand, came to the moon altar and in front of the charred thunderwood.
He stood on tiptoes and placed the golden book carved by the gentleman in his hand into the hole of Lei Mu's tree.
The young man seemed to be relieved and took a step back.
Then he followed the gentleman's instructions and bowed down to the thunderwood.
This was supposed to take place in the Temple of Heaven.
In an instant, the seemingly impolite behavior of the Young Emperor of Dali caused a roaring noise among the people on the mountain and down the mountain.
Wow————!
One wave after another.
The sound waves roared like a tsunami.
The young man in the dragon robe could feel countless doubtful glances behind him, mixed with numerous criticisms, gathering together, and then rushing towards him like a heavy pressure.
The young man in the dragon robe, with his back to everyone, turned pale, and beads of sweat gradually gathered on his forehead, flowing between his eyebrows, the bridge of his nose... and finally dripped like a stream on his chin.
The young man's thin back and shoulders seemed to be weighed down by some kind of rock.
Some can't stand it.
"Is the Queen Mother watching..."
He took a breath and suddenly felt that the crown on his head was so heavy that he would bow his head forever and never be able to lift it up again.
But the next second.
"No, Mr. Zhao is looking at me! I am the emperor of Dali...I only rely on myself!"
Li Wangque gritted his teeth fiercely, and a taste of rust came out of his mouth. He raised his noble head pressed by the heavy crown as if trying hard, and his waist was also straight.
The young man in the dragon robe bulged his cheeks and suppressed his fear. He continued to salute the ancient thunderwood with firm eyes.
I don’t know how much time passed, but just when the crowd was about to completely boil.
"Today's thunderous thunder is coming! All retreat away from the top of the mountain, away from Lei Gui and Moon Lake! Retreat to a hundred feet below the top of the mountain."
As if yesterday happened again, a certain old-fashioned female gentleman whistled a warning, her serious voice echoing in all directions.
The crowd on the top of the mountain receded like a tide.
The Dugu clan and Dali dignitaries retreated immediately.
However, dozens of breaths later, when the people who had retreated from the top of the mountain looked back, they discovered something unusual:
In front of the thunder tree, the Young Emperor of Dali still knelt down and saluted, with no intention of retreating.
There were also all the Confucian scholars headed by Zhao Rong, standing motionless, calmly looking at the young man in dragon robe under Lei Mu who abided by the ceremony.
The young emperor and the Confucian scholars, like marble statues, stayed beside the charred black thunderwood on the top of the mountain.
It forms this strange picture in the eyes of thousands of people.
"Quer!"
Dugu Chanyi, who rarely called the young man by his nickname and often made the young man polite with a straight face, was stunned and exclaimed.
Everyone who witnessed this situation also gasped.
The woman's voice echoed on the silent mountain top covered with thunderclouds, but the young emperor and the Confucian scholars still did not move.
The next moment.
The top of the Moon Festival Mountain was filled with snow-white thunder.
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PS: I finished coding and went to class first. There are many classes on Monday. Brothers, Xiaorong will try to code another compensation stamp during the day and see if it can be sent out before evening.