The golden inscription written by Zhao Rong is not a peerless sacrificial inscription.
It's just a well-behaved article praising Dali's merits and morality.
Because his purpose is to construct a ritual form that is very consistent with heaven.
The memorial text is not important.
Confucian monks who follow the path of etiquette also do not pay much attention to literary talent and rhetoric, unlike Confucianism in poetry and Confucianism in classics and art.
For the Zen Ceremony, the most important thing is the process and form of this heavenly ceremony.
Just like the weird dance at the Temple of Earth in Dongshan not long ago.
And now, this thunder is the key that Zhao Rong is keenly aiming at.
He didn't know whether he had eyes or not and whether he could see the inscription on the cliff on the east side.
But Zhao Rong knew that thunder and lightning must be one of the sounds closest to heaven!
Boom————!!!
At this moment, thousands of thunderbolts, which come as scheduled every day, descend on the top of the Moon Sacrifice Mountain.
It's just that today's thunder was the strongest in several months.
After a hundred breaths, the thunder's momentum remained unabated.
Under the Temple of Heaven, a young Confucian scholar in white pursed his lips tightly.
Under his leadership, the Young Emperor Da Li stayed at the top of the mountain together with Gu Yiwu and other students from the Hall of Justice.
Everyone stood still.
Like a statue.
Above the head, there is a snow-white ‘Thunder Pond’.
This thunder pool filled their field of vision, as if it would fall at any time and hit Zhao Rong and others above their heads.
Moreover, there is a continuous stream of new thunder in the thunder pool, which descends from the clouds and replenishes it.
The entire thunder pool was crumbling.
However, even so, a strange scene still happened.
All the thunder and lightning were attracted to a thunder tree in the center of the mountain top and headed towards it.
The scene at the moment was like a pool with only one drainage pipe. All the snow-white thunder and lightning water flowed into a slender blackened 'water pipe'.
Only occasionally some 'water' splashes out, at random locations...
Although Zhao Rong looked calm, he silently stared at the back of the young man in the dragon robe in front of him.
But the hands in his sleeves were tightly grasped, and their fingers were pinched until they were blue and white.
This is already the most perfect gift that he could design with all his heart.
For this reason, he did not hesitate to deliberately design it so that the time of the Fengchan ceremony would coincide with the time of the thunder falling.
Together with everyone, he was exposed to the thunder on the top of the mountain.
Fortunately, what Zhao Rong observed yesterday happened as expected.
The unknown ancient thunder osmanthus was like a lightning rod, attracting most of the lightning and protecting them.
However, it is still very dangerous.
Because everyone is at risk at any time, being hit by the thunder emitted by Lei Mu...
As time went by, Zhao Rong's grip became tighter and tighter.
Gu Yiwu and other students also became increasingly nervous, and their expressions showed on their faces.
Especially when I saw the sky thunder leaking out from time to time, falling into the moon pool next to the thunder tree, splashing water for hundreds of meters, and its power was close to that of a golden elixir realm monk.
If this hit them, their bones would probably be electrocuted into powder.
Many students subconsciously took a step back, but in the next moment, they stopped taking a step back.
Because in their field of vision, the young Confucian scholar in white clothes in front of them still looked as usual.
The slender figure of the little emperor who was closest to Lei Mu was also motionless.
Everyone gritted their teeth and stood under the thunder pond again...
Finally, nearly two hundred breaths later, the thunderclouds began to disperse, and the thunder gradually became smaller.
Not long after, on the top of Sacrifice Moon Mountain, the thunder from the sky dispersed.
It seems like the sky has cleared up after the rain, and the bright sunshine has fallen.
It fell on the slightly slouched shoulders of a young Confucian scholar, on Li Wangque's sweat-soaked black hair and crown, and on the relieved faces of Gu Yiwu and other Zhengyi Hall students.
Everyone was unscathed.
Zhao Rong looked normal and directed the ceremony to continue as if nothing had happened.
But the fingers in his sleeves were quietly loosened.
He grabbed the cuff fabric and wiped the sweat from his palms.
In fact, he wasn't just gambling on the safety of Young Emperor and his friends.
Because Zhao Rong knew that Meng Zhengjun was on the field, watching them.
If there was an unexpected thunderbolt striking at them, this Confucian monk would definitely block it.
Although the two of them didn't deal with each other, he understood Meng Zhengjun. Although he had likes and dislikes, he strictly abided by the rules.
However, if she really helps, the ceremony will undoubtedly be interrupted, and Zhao Rong's efforts will fall short...
Thinking of this, the young Confucian scholar couldn't help but let out a breath and glanced at the crowd of people who were rushing back to the top of the mountain.
The Dugu clan, Li Mingyi and other Dali dignitaries led the crowd back to the top of the mountain.
The leader, the Queen Mother of Dali, rushed back very quickly, with a fierce momentum, as if she was going to fight a bad man who was making fun of Que'er's life!
"Quer, are you okay?"
Dugu Chanyi shook off the hands of Daukou and Xuecan, and wanted to rush forward, but was stopped by Zhao Qian'er, Su Qingdai and others who had been waiting silently.
Dugu Chanyi narrowed her eyes and looked at the two girls from side to side as if threatening.
Zhao Qian'er also hugged her small breasts and looked at this pretty widow.
She and Su Qingdai still refused to give in.
Behind the two girls, Li Bai, holding a sword, watched the excitement with great interest.
This matter of conferring Zen is of great importance. They all see Zhao Rong's hard work these days and will never allow anyone to sabotage it midway.
Dugu Chanyi seemed to have thought of this, and immediately calmed down a little. She no longer paid attention to Zhao Qian'er and the two daughters, and glared angrily at the young Confucian scholar who had his back turned to her.
The woman in veil and white clothes started talking, as if she wanted to scold someone, but in the end she endured it, looked at this nonsense-like ceremony, and then turned to look at Meng Zhengjun, who was silent in the distance.
She let out a sigh of loss, held on to Daukou's hand, and wiped away her tears with self-pity.
Just when the Queen Mother of Dali lowered her head and sobbed softly.
Among the civil and military officials and ordinary people in Dali, there were also voices of condemnation and opposition!
Dali worshiped Confucianism, so many scholars came here to observe the Zen ceremony.
At this time, everyone was filled with righteous indignation, and even the golden sign of Lin Lu Confucianism over Zhao Rong was temporarily ignored.
Everyone condemned him for daring to hold a grand ceremony amidst thunder and for his own selfish reasons, regardless of the safety of the young emperor.
Moreover, the strange gift process he randomly designed before was already excessive enough...
Different from the crowd boiling the frying pan at the moment.
Meng Zhengjun held his hands and followed silently behind the crowd.
As if she didn't hear the criticism from others, her eyes passed through the crowd and landed on the thunder osmanthus in the distance, as well as the tree hole containing the golden book. There were still remnants of thunder and lightning there, and several sounds rang out from time to time.
A crackling sound.
The old-fashioned female gentleman's face was hard to fathom, and she slowly lowered her eyes.
At the same time, the top of the mountain was no longer as silent as before.
The overwhelming noise in the crowd was like a tsunami, hitting Zhao Rong and other Zen Confucian scholars.
Zhao Rong lowered his eyes slightly and did not look at them.
With a focused look on his face, he turned his head and calmly directed the final touches of the ceremony.
Amidst the overwhelming sound of doubt, other Feng Chan Confucian scholars lowered their heads one after another, but they also followed someone's calm instructions. Without resting for a moment, they immediately started to slaughter white deer, pigs, white yaks and other sacrifices.
The young emperor Li Wangque didn't even wipe his sweat, so he straightened his back and walked toward the Temple of Heaven with a solemn face.
When he heard the call from his mother, his body trembled, and he immediately pursed his lips tightly without looking back. He strictly followed Mr. Zhao's calm words, climbed to the Temple of Heaven, and walked towards the bronze ritual vessels.
On the far left side of these pre-placed bronze ritual vessels, there is a copper tripod incense burner, with white smoke curling out of the round hole in the cover...
Amidst countless criticisms on the field, everyone in Feng Chan's footsteps walked heavily, and the atmosphere was solemn and solid.
Some of the Feng Chan students showed a look of frustration and loss on their faces.
Among the Dali dignitaries and other people, there were already frowning people, and they began to cast their eyes vaguely on the old-fashioned female gentleman responsible for supervising the review ceremony...
Meng Zhengjun seemed to have noticed everyone's gaze and turned around to speak. But the next moment, her expression changed! She looked up sharply.
Li Bai, Zhao Qian'er, Su Qingdai, Dugu Chanyi, Li Mingyi and others also had the same immediate reaction as her, and they all looked up in an instant...
Their reaction immediately aroused the attention and curiosity of a small number of people on the field. They raised their heads together and fell silent for an instant.
Most of the people in the crowd were still criticizing a certain young Confucian scholar, but at the same time, they suddenly felt that the whole world seemed to become a little brighter.
However, they were clearly on a sunny mountaintop with no clouds in the sky.
Strange, where does this extra light come from?
As if their hearts were filled with happiness, everyone suddenly froze and slowly raised their heads.
On the top of the Moon Festival Mountain, there is a bright moon...hanging high!
The whole place fell into deathly silence.
The atmosphere became quiet for a while.
Two breaths.
Three breaths.
Everyone lowered their heads in shock and looked at a certain young Confucian scholar.
At this time, Zhao Rong also withdrew his gaze from the top of his head, lowered his head, looked at everyone, and blinked.
"…………!!!"
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PS: Brothers, I will refresh it at 7:30 tomorrow morning...