i have a sword fairy

Chapter 510

The inscription on the golden book written by Zhao Rong is not a peerless sacrificial inscription.

It's just a well-behaved article praising Dali's merits and morals.

Because his purpose is to build a ritual form that is very suitable for heaven.

Rituals are not important.

Confucian monks who follow the path of etiquette do not pay much attention to literary and rhetoric, unlike Confucianism in poetry and Confucianism in classics and art.

For the Fengshan Grand Ceremony, the most important thing is the process and form of this great gift to heaven.

Just like the wonderful dance at the Dongshan Ditan not long ago.

But right now, this sky thunder is the key that Zhao Rong keenly aimed at.

Whether God has eyes or not, he doesn't know whether he can 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 the way of heaven!

Boom————! ! !
At this moment, the myriad thunderbolts that arrive as scheduled every day descend on the summit of Moon Mountain.

It's just that today's Thunderbolt happened to be the most prosperous in several months.

After a hundred breaths, Thunder's momentum remained undiminished.

Under the Temple of Heaven, the young Confucian scholar in white tightly pursed his lips.

Under his leadership, Dali Youdi stayed on the top of the mountain 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 Pool'.

This thunder pool filled their field of vision, as if it would fall at any moment and hit Zhao Rong and the others on their heads.

Moreover, the thunder pond also has a steady stream of new sky thunder, which descends from the clouds and replenishes it.

The whole thunder pond is crumbling.

However, even so, a strange scene happened.

All the thunder and lightning were attracted by a thunder tree in the center of the mountain top, and went towards it.

The scene right now is like a pool with only one drainage pipe, all the snow-white lightning water flows into a slender, charred 'water pipe'.

Only occasionally some 'water streams' splash out, in random places...

Although Zhao Rong looked calm, he silently stared at the back of the dragon-robed boy in front of him.

But the hands in his sleeves were tightly clasped, and his fingers were pinched so hard that they turned blue and white.

This was already the most perfect gift he could design with all his heart and soul.

For this reason, he did not hesitate to deliberately design, so that the time of Feng Chan's great gift and the time of the thunder falling collided.

Together with everyone, he was exposed to the thunder on the mountaintop.

Fortunately, the scene that Zhao Rong observed yesterday happened as scheduled.

The unknown ancient Leigui, like a lightning rod, attracted most of the lightning and protected them.

However, it is still very dangerous.

Because everyone is in danger at any time, being hit by the sky thunder scattered by Lei Mu...

As time went by, Zhao Rong's grip became tighter and tighter.

Gu Yiwu and other students also became more and more nervous, showing expressions on their faces.

Especially when I saw the sky thunder that leaked from time to time, falling into the moon pool next to the thunder wood, the water splashed hundreds of meters in all directions, and the power was close to a blow from a monk in the golden core state.

If this hits them, it is estimated that the bones will be electrocuted into powder.

Many students took a step back subconsciously, but the next moment, they stopped retreating.

Because in their field of vision, the young Confucian scholar in white in front of him still looked normal.

The little emperor who was closest to Lei Mu was also motionless from his slender back.

Everyone gritted their teeth and stood under the thunder pool again...

Finally, after nearly [-] breaths, the thundercloud tended to dissipate, and the thunder gradually died down.

Not long after, on the top of Jiyue Mountain, the thunder receded.

It seems that the rain has passed, and the sun is shining brightly.

It landed on the slightly slack shoulders of a young Confucian scholar, it landed on Li Wangque's black hair and crown soaked in sweat, and it also landed on the relieved faces of Gu Yiwu and other Zhengyi Hall students.

Everyone was unscathed.

Zhao Rong's expression was as usual, and he directed the ceremony to continue as if nothing had happened.

It's just that the ten fingers in his sleeves were quietly loosened.

Grabbing the cuff fabric, he wiped the sweat from his palm.

In fact, he wasn't all betting on the safety of the young emperor and his friends just now.

Because Zhao Rong knew that Meng Zhengjun was on the field, watching them.

If there was an unexpected thunderbolt striking at them, this great Confucian monk would definitely block it.

Although the two did not get along with each other, he knew Meng Zhengjun well, and although he had likes and dislikes, he strictly followed the rules.

However, if she really helped, the grand ceremony would undoubtedly be interrupted, and Zhao Rong's efforts would fall short...

Thinking of this, the young Confucian scholar couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief, and glanced at the crowd that was rushing back to the top of the mountain at this time.

The Dugu family, Li Mingyi and other dignitaries led the crowd back to the top of the mountain.

The empress dowager in the lead rushed back very quickly, aggressively, as if she wanted to fight a bad man who was joking with Que'er's life!

"Que'er, are you okay!"

Dugu Chanyi shook off the hands of Dou Ko and Xue Can, and wanted to rush forward, but was stopped by Zhao Qian'er, Su Qingdai and others who had been waiting silently.

Dugu Chanyi squinted her eyes, and looked at the two daughters left and right as if threatening.

Zhao Qian'er also hugged her small chest and looked at this pretty widow.

She and Su Qingdai still did not give an inch.

Behind the two girls, Li Bai, holding a sword, watched the excitement with relish.

The matter of Feng Chan is of great importance, Zhao Rong's hard work these days, they have also seen it in their eyes, and they will never allow anyone to sabotage it halfway.

Dugu Chanyi seemed to have thought of this, and immediately calmed down a bit, ignoring Zhao Qian'er and the second daughter, angrily glaring at the young Confucian scholar who turned his back on her.

The woman in the veiled white dress mouthed, as if she was about to scold someone angrily, but in the end she endured it and went back, looked at this nonsense-like ceremony, and then turned her head to look at the silent Meng Zhengjun in the distance.

She let out a sigh of disappointment, supported the hand that Dougao extended to help, and wiped away her tears in self-pity and self-pity.

Just when the Empress Dowager Dali lowered her head and sobbed softly.

Among the civil and military officials and common people in Dali, there were also voices of condemnation and opposition!
Dali worships Confucianism, so there are many scholars and scholars who come here to observe the ceremony of enshrining Zen.

At this time, everyone was filled with righteous indignation, even the golden signboard of Lin Lu Confucianism on Zhao Rong's head was ignored for the time being.

They all condemned him for daring to forcefully hold a big ceremony in the midst of the thunder, and for his own selfishness, disregarding the safety of the young emperor.

And I only know that the strange gift process he designed indiscriminately before is already too much...

Unlike the crowd that is boiling the fryer at the moment.

Meng Zhengjun raised his hand and silently followed behind the crowd.

As if she didn’t hear any criticism from others, she looked through the crowd, and landed on the thunder osmanthus in the distance, and the tree hole where the golden book and eulogy were stored. Right now, there are still thunder and lightning remnants, and there are several sounds from time to time. There was a crackling sound.

The face of the old-fashioned female gentleman was hard to figure out, and she slowly lowered her eyes.

At the same time, the top of the mountain was no longer as silent as before.

The roaring noise from the crowd hit Zhao Rong and other Feng Chan Confucian scholars like a tsunami.

Zhao Rong lowered his eyes slightly, not looking at them.

With a concentrated expression on his face, he turned his head and calmly directed the final part of the ceremony.

Amidst the voices of suspicion, the other Confucian scholars of Feng Chan lowered their heads one after another, but they also obeyed someone's calm instructions, without resting for a moment, they immediately moved to slaughter white deer, pigs, white yaks and other sacrifices.

The young emperor Li Wangque didn't even wipe off his sweat, so he straightened his waist and walked towards the Temple of Heaven with a solemn face.

Hearing the call from the Queen Mother, he trembled, and immediately pursed his lips tightly without looking back. He strictly followed Mr. Zhao's calm words, climbed up to the Temple of Heaven, and walked towards the bronze sacrificial vessels.

On the far left side of these pre-placed bronze ritual vessels, there is a 'copper tripod incense burner', and the round hole in the cover is drilling white smoke...

Amidst the countless voices of criticism on the field, everyone in Feng Chan walked heavily, and the atmosphere was solemn and solid.

Some Feng Chan students showed a bit of frustration on their faces.

Among the group of dignitaries and other dignitaries in Dali, some people already frowned, and began to cast their eyes on the old-fashioned female gentleman who was in charge of supervising and reviewing the grand ceremony...

Meng Zhengjun seemed to have noticed the gazes of the crowd, and turned his head to speak, but the next moment, her expression changed!Suddenly looked up.

Like her, Li Bai, Zhao Qian'er, Su Qingdai, Dugu Chanyi, Li Mingyi and others who reacted immediately, all looked up in an instant...

Their abnormality immediately aroused the attention and curiosity of a small group of people on the field, so they learned to raise their heads together... and fell silent for an instant.

At this time, most of the people in the crowd were still criticizing a certain young Confucian scholar, and the atmosphere of suspicion spread, but at the same time, they suddenly felt that the whole world seemed to be brighter.

Just a little brighter.

But...they are obviously on the top of a sunny mountain, there are no clouds in the sky!
Strange, where does this extra light come from?

Everyone was so blessed, they were stunned for a moment, and then slowly raised their heads.

Over the top of the Moon Festival Mountain, there is a round of bright moon hanging quietly.

From the perspective of everyone on the top of the mountain, the sun and the sun stand side by side.

The sun and the moon shine together!

The whole place fell into a dead silence.

All the noise and doubts disappeared immediately, like leaves falling in front of the door, swept away.

The atmosphere on the field was strangely dead silent.

Take a breath.

Second interest.

Three breaths...ten breaths.

Everyone lowered their heads in a daze.

Meng Zhengjun, Dugu Chanyi, Li Mingyi, Zhao Qian'er, Su Qingdai, Cardamom Snow Silkworm, the audience of String Music Li Nu... Everyone all looked at a certain young Confucian scholar in unison.

Gu Yiwu and other Confucian scholars who Feng Chan on the stage slowed down the movements of Feng Chan in their hands for a while, and stared at the sky and the moon with their eyes wide open for a while.

This is what Ziyu and them made?
Then, together with the little emperor who was also stunned, he turned his head to look at someone.

At this moment, Zhao Rong was slowly looking away from the bright moon above his head, turned his head to look at a certain "copper tripod incense burner" that was still standing still on the Temple of Heaven, and fell into deep thought...

Where did this thing come out of?

Then he remained expressionless—actually he was a little dazed—turned his head calmly, and met the shocked gazes of the crowd.

Eyes wide open.

After a while, the young Confucian scholar seemed a little embarrassed to be stared at by everyone as a monster, and he blinked twice.

It seems to be saying... Hey, how did such a big thing go up all of a sudden?Cough, did any of you see clearly?

Everyone: "...!!!"

Meng Zhengjun stared up at the moon in the sky for a while, then lowered her head abruptly, and looked around Jiyue Mountain and the surrounding area like an eagle, but found nothing. Finally, her eyes slowly fell on the young Confucian scholar and On the big gift he designed.

Lin Lu, who used to be a strict and serious etiquette lady, seemed to be unable to hold back her expression at this moment, her face trembled, and her expression was shocked mixed with confusion.

She was almost the first to react and look up, but like the others who were stunned, she did not see clearly how this strange bright moon appeared.

It just suddenly appeared at the end of Feng Chan's great departure!

So in the next moment, I couldn't hold back anymore, and the audience was full of uproar.

Crash———!
Boom————! !

The mighty sound waves that wanted to overturn the sky above came wave after wave.

Today, the ceremony of enshrining the Chan on Mount Sacrificial Moon was completely heated up!

The entire Moon Sacrifice Mountain is up and down, with a radius of thousands of miles. All the Dali people who came to the Moon Festival Mountain to observe the ceremony knelt down and worshiped the moon. Standing in Zhao Rong's field of vision, the densely packed crowd was like the wind blowing wheat waves. throw down.

Everyone worshiped him and the bright moon above his head.

The sun and the moon rise in the daytime, and the sun and the moon are in the same sky.

This is the auspicious auspiciousness that only existed in the era of deification of Lidi.

It reappeared at the Fengchan ceremony that someone single-handedly facilitated.

Dugu Chanyi, Li Mingyi and other dignitaries near the Temple of Heaven were completely silent, looking at each other in shock, looking at the bright moon in the sky for a while, and looking at the calm young Confucian scholar above...

At this time, Zhao Rong was actually a little surprised when facing the moon in the sky amid countless sights cast from all directions. How could he have imagined that these two newly designed gifts for rewarding the merits of heaven and earth could really communicate with heaven and earth? , convey the words...

"It's quite a face for my son... um, what is the Fengchan Grand Ceremony?"

Zhao Rong murmured softly, glanced at Meng Xuezheng under the stage, and then he resisted the urge to lean back towards her and the others, straightened his face, his face returned to normal, and immediately directed the rest of the ceremony process.

The young emperor Li Wangque looked at Mr. Zhao with admiration and admiration to the extreme. At this time, when he received Zhao Rong's supervisory gaze, the young man immediately shook his spirits. He was afraid that if he neglected for a moment, his idol would be disappointed. Those last bronze sacrificial vessels go...

After receiving Zhao Rong's gaze, Gu Yiwu and other Zhengyi Hall students reacted and continued to perform the ritual, this time with great enthusiasm.

A certain burly Confucian student grinned, and together with other students, he quietly gave a thumbs up to Zhao Rong under his sleeve... Ziyu's eternal god!
Facing the mischief of his friends, Zhao Rong laughed heartily and shook his head, his face remained calm and composed.

It's just that now it's the final closing process of the Feng Chan Grand Ceremony, which can be regarded as a perfect end, but his temperament does not allow everyone in Feng Chan to take it lightly.

The young Confucian scholar looked serious, but let out a long breath, but at a certain moment, he suddenly frowned again.

"It's finally consummated... Hey, why do you feel like you forgot something?"

But after a while, the sound of grand and solemn ceremonies and music attracted Zhao Rong's attention, and he shook his head with loose eyebrows...

On the Temple of Heaven, the ceremony continued and the end was welcomed.

Under the Temple of Heaven, the entire Moon Festival Mountain was jubilant.

　Thanks to the good brother "Feng Zhu Feng Lin" for the reward of 15000 coins!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)