Civil and military officials of the Manchu dynasty, begging me to ascend the throne

The ancient roads on the mountain are quiet, and time seems to have stopped thousands of years ago.Suddenly, a soft stream of rain began to fall from the sky.

The sky is getting dark, and the clouds are thick and low, covering this ancient mountain range.A faint roar of thunder, like the roar of ancient mythical beasts, broke the peaceful atmosphere, and then the rain began to fall gently on the mountains, rivers, trees, and ancient bluestone paths.

The trees in the mountains are swaying in the rain, their leaves are moist, and they give off a fresh breath.Ancient pines and cypresses stand on the mountainside, and their branches and leaves begin to become heavy, as if they are burdened with thousands of years of vicissitudes.

The two people in ancient costumes traveled alone through the mountain path.He was wearing a green Taoist robe and a bamboo hat, and his steps were firm and calm.The rain wet the corners of his robe, but he didn't care. Instead, he felt the coolness of the raindrops on his face.

There are green bamboo forests on both sides of the ancient road. Raindrops drip on the bamboo leaves, making a pleasant rustling sound.The swaying posture of the bamboo seems to tell the tranquility and vitality of this mountain wilderness.The two stopped from time to time to listen to the sound of bamboo leaves, as if they were having a conversation with nature.

Not far away, there is a small temple. The eaves of the temple are dripping with water and become beads, like a string of crystal necklaces.There is an ancient well in front of the temple. The rainwater hits the well mouth and creates a circle of ripples, revealing the tranquility and mystery of the ancient temple.

The wild flowers on the mountain swayed in the rain, each exuding their fragrance.A cluster of white orchids becomes more and more delicate against the green leaves. Raindrops drip on the petals, like pearls of nature.

The two continued to move forward. The ancient road was winding and deep, sometimes crossing waterfalls and sometimes crossing streams.The rain makes these mountain springs clearer, as if washing away all the dirt in the mountains.

Suddenly, a huge eagle flew over the top of the mountain, its wings piercing the clouds and bringing up gusts of wind.Raindrops dripped on its body and then slid down its feathers, forming a silvery white waterfall, which was so beautiful.

The two looked up, their eyes full of awe.On this mountain washed by rain, he felt the magic of nature and the tenacity of life.He continued to move forward with steady steps, as if he was integrated with the mountains and rivers, resonating with the heaven and earth.

This is an ancient mountain, and the arrival of rain makes it more mysterious and peaceful.The two walked in the rain, blending in with nature, feeling the vitality of the earth, as if they had returned to ancient times and blended with history.

After a while, the rain gradually became lighter, and then stopped.The mountains are rolling, the green woods are bathed in last night's rain, and the leaves are shining with crystal dew.The distant peaks are looming, like a fairyland, with clouds and mist lingering in them, like an ink painting.

The trails in the mountains are covered with moist soil, and the air after the rain is fresh and pleasant.A breeze blew by, bringing with it the moist smell of earth, which made people intoxicated.There are green bamboo forests on both sides of the path. The bamboo leaves sway in the wind and make a melodious rustling sound, like natural music.

Occasionally, a colorful butterfly flutters past and lands on a blooming wildflower, sucking the nectar.Wild flowers bloom in various colors, forming a colorful picture.The raindrops still hang on the petals, shining with crystal light.

The ancient temple on the mountain sits quietly in tranquility, and the glazed tiles under the eaves shine with the clarity after the rain.Towering ancient trees and moss-covered ground seem to have witnessed thousands of years of vicissitudes.The monks chanted sutras softly, creating a peaceful atmosphere.In the distance, a mountain stream gurgled with rainwater pouring into it, making the water crystal clear.The moss on the stones has also become brighter green, like emeralds embedded in the mountain stream.

The scenery on this mountain shows a peaceful and vibrant scene after the rain stops, as beautiful as being in a fairyland.After bathing in the rain, the mountain scenery gradually showed more details and vitality.

In the drizzle, the mountain stream trickles down the rugged mountain road.The water is sparkling and the breeze is blowing, like a natural road to clear springs.Along the way, water dripped into beads on the moss-covered stones, adding a fairyland beauty to the mountain road.

Deep in the forest, the pine trees are swaying, and the raindrops are shining on the branches and leaves.A gentle breeze blew by, and the pine needles made a pleasant rustling sound, which seemed to tell a thousand-year story.The ancient pine trees quietly watch the passage of time and witness the vicissitudes of history.

On the hillsides, wildflowers bloom even more brilliantly.Colorful flowers are blooming, butterflies are dancing in the sea of ​​flowers, and vitality reaches its peak in the morning after the rain.The sun shines through the clouds on the petals, making them even more gorgeous.

In the ancient temple, the monks continued to chant sutras silently, praying for peace and tranquility.The architecture of the temple is full of ancient atmosphere, as if it is integrated with nature and is closely related to the mountains and rivers.

The mountain scenery in this area, the picture that appears after the rain stops, is peaceful and vibrant, as if you are in a fairyland.Every detail reveals the magic and charm of nature, which makes people intoxicated and unwilling to leave.On the mountain, the clouds and mist are lingering, like an ink painting.The rain stopped and the sky gradually brightened, welcoming a new day.The vegetation in the mountain forest is bathed in the fresh air after the rain and glows with vitality.In the mountains of ancient China, dense pine forests were common. They were tall and straight, with dense crowns. After the rain, the pine needles were covered with crystal water drops, like a string of crystal necklaces.

On the mountainside, a small stream gurgled, rainwater poured into it, and the trickling water held up a peaceful water surface.An ancient stone bridge spans the stream, and moss-covered stone steps wind up like ladders.The paths in the mountains have been smoothed by the rain, and the stones have a wet sheen and make a rustling sound when stepped on.

The villages on the mountain are quietly immersed in tranquility. The ancient houses are built against the mountains, and the rain-covered tiles on the roofs reflect the morning light.Smoke curled up from the kitchen, and a farmer walked across the stone road carrying a basket, preparing for a day's work.The fields around the village were moistened by rain and turned green, and the rice swayed like a golden ocean.

On the top of the mountain, an ancient temple stands quietly, with red walls and yellow tiles. The raindrops falling on the blue tiles flicker in the sun.The ancient monks had already begun their chanting, and the bells were melodious, floating in the mountains, like a link connecting heaven and earth.

The rain stopped, and the scenery on the mountains in ancient China glowed with unique charm. The mountains and rivers depended on each other, and the years were quiet, as if time had stopped at this moment.

When the rain stopped, Jiang Sile and the two walked up the stairs of the mountain road again and slowly headed towards Qingyang Temple.

That's it...