The significance of Jiyue Mountain to Lidi and Lidi people is difficult to express.

The worship of ancestors and the memories of glory are deeply rooted in the hearts of people from generation to generation.

In ancient times, the Li tribe worshiped the bright moon in the mountains. As a sacred place for the Li tribe, Mount Sacrifice to the Moon has appeared in every myth and legend of the Li tribe and has never been absent.

The ancestors of Li Nu in ancient times chanted the song of the bright moon on the top of the mountain to worship the moon, influenced the gods of the moon palace, received the moonlight to guide them, soared to the sky, and flew to the moon for nine days. The romance is the myth that every Li Nu longed for when they were young.

Especially divorced women.

This is a mythical mountain.

Every grain of dust on the mountain has a history that weighs heavily on people's hearts and makes them breathless.

Now, the young emperor of Dali wants to carry out the legacy of his late emperor and hold a grand sacrificial ceremony at Jiyue Mountain to enshrine the heaven and earth.

Everything is like a "reappearance of yesterday" of the glory of our ancestors.

As long as the people of Dali heard about this, whether they were wealthy businessmen, poor people, or hunters in the mountains, they would come all the way to Mount Sacrifice Moon just to witness the grand event.

He is stubborn and hard for outsiders to understand.

In a rare move, various places in Dali have also released customs clearance documents, allowing a large number of Lidi people to pass the customs.

As a result, people from all over Dali flocked to the Moon Festival Mountain.

The occasion was unprecedented.

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At this time, it was about six o'clock in the morning.

The majestic and tall Moon Festival Mountain and its dozens of miles in radius were ignited by some kind of passionate emotion.

Like a pot of boiling hot water.

The deserted land at the foot of the mountain, which used to be empty in the past, is now crowded with people from all over the country.

Everyone looked pious and fanatical.

The Imperial Guards were well-equipped and maintained order among the crowd. They stood in two human walls and opened up a wide road.

The starting point of this road is the central tent in the wasteland, and the end point is a hill at the foot of the Moon Festival Mountain, with an altar of earth on the top.

The avenue was paved with a red silk carpet.

At this time, the rising sun was peeking out from the top of Mount Jiyue, and the morning rays were spreading down, lighting up the deserted land where there were so many people.

And the eyes of countless people, like the pale golden morning light, followed it and locked on the group of people advancing on the carpet of Central Avenue.

At the front, there is a young man wearing a royal robe embroidered with dragons, a luxurious crown, and a bright yellow suit. He has a calm face and walks forward with his head held high.

Following closely behind were a group of academy scholars in moiré attire.

Each holds a bronze ritual vessel and holds an official document praising virtue.

Support the grand canopy for the young emperor of Dali.

The young Confucian scholar at the head, dressed as white as snow, with a calm face, followed step by step beside the young emperor of Da Li.

At this moment, they are the focus of everyone in the room.

And behind their protagonist team, they kept their distance and followed this other grand team.

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There was the Queen Mother Dugu in veiled white clothes, supported by Cardamom and Xuecan, and at the same time she was surrounded by a group of divorced women with string instruments.

There was the regent Li Mingyi.

There are hundreds of civil and military officials from Dali and local dignitaries.

In addition, there is an ordinary but hard-to-ignore figure of a woman.

Wearing a gray scholar's shirt, he walked with a steady pace.

Meng Zhengjun held up his hands silently and walked behind the team.

Together with Dugu and others, she stared intently at the team that was conferring Zen in the distance.

The old-fashioned female gentleman's eyes swept over the back of a young Confucian scholar, and then glanced at the sky as if nothing had happened.

On the way, she also squinted her eyelids and occasionally glanced in the direction of the Temple of Earth on Dongshan Mountain and the Temple of Heaven on the top of the mountain.

Then he would look away lightly.

Take everything in sight.

But it seems... I can't arouse much interest.

At the front of the crowd, Zhao Rong didn't know this. Even if he saw it, he would probably laugh and say nothing.

He is concentrating on this newly designed Zen ceremony overnight and strictly implements it...

The Young Emperor of Dali, Zhao Rong and other Confucian scholars from the academy walked straight forward without squinting.

About a quarter of an hour later, they arrived at the hill on the east side of the foot of Moon Festival Mountain.

This mountain is full of auspicious treasures, and people are climbing up the mountain on a red carpet.

Walking to the altar of earth, this altar is strange and square in shape.

Five-color earthen cast.

In front of the procession, the young Emperor Dali ascended the Temple of Earth alone.

Zhao Rong, Gu Yiwu and other etiquette scholars stopped, turned around, and faced the bottom of the mountain. Thousands of people followed, including Meng Zhengjun, Dugu Shi, Li Mingyi and others.

Zhao Rong looked straight ahead, not looking at the dull expression of a staid woman who was grading the entire assessment.

He turned his head slightly and saw that the young man in dragon robe had climbed to the top of the square altar, then turned back.

A loud voice announced the beginning of the "Zen Ceremony".

Everyone immediately fell silent.

After waiting for the surroundings to calm down, the young Confucian scholar reached out to one side and took a eulogy document from the student next to him.

Then he did not immediately start reading the eulogy, but... gave Gu Yiwu a calm look.

The atmosphere on the field was quiet for a moment.

Doubts arose on the faces of the people below. Didn't the young Confucian scholar in the snow-white gown say it was about to begin? What are you waiting for?

Forgot the words?

Meng Zhengjun, Dugu Shi and other people who knew the specific process also frowned slightly.

However, the former quickly relaxed his brows, held his hands, and watched the show unhurriedly, without bothering to give any prompts, and just let a certain young Confucian scholar do it.

At this time, the burly Confucian scholar received the prompt from his friend's gaze and resisted the action of clenching his fists and coughing.

He maintained a dignified and serious appearance.

After hesitating for a moment, he finally nodded.

coming soon……

Gu Yiwu secretly thought...forget it, let's die in society. If someone wants to laugh at someone in the future, just say...just say it was Tzuyu who taught him...

The burly Confucian scholar gritted his teeth,

Bite the bullet and go straight forward, while making small gestures to the surrounding Justice Hall students.

Cue them to follow quickly.

Well, Tzuyu wants to recite the hymn, so forget it if he doesn't come together, but he can't be the only one who is embarrassed.

The students secretly complained when they thought of the waiter who was temporarily arranged by Zhao Rong this morning.

Although they had secretly rehearsed many times in the hour before the ceremony and were quite skilled at it, it was really two different things whether there were people watching or not...

Zhao Rong moved his eyes and glanced calmly at the students of Justice Hall who were trying to act stupid.

Seeing this, the latter were helpless and could not pretend not to have seen it, so they had no choice but to lower their heads and follow him.

Well, anyway, with Senior Gu supporting him, he debuted as a C-position in Mr. Zhao’s words. It should be funny, right... very powerful!

In the eyes below, some are puzzled, some curious, or plain.

The burly Confucian scholar led a group of students to get ready.

They first took out some stick-shaped ritual utensils that looked like whisks, and then took their positions. The burly Confucian scholar stood at the front, facing everyone, and then...

He twisted his old waist... No... he danced?

In front of the altar of earth, a group of Confucian scholars twisted left and right, and even stepped their feet vigorously in the middle. At the same time, they danced the stick-shaped ritual utensils vigorously in their hands.

Thousands of people: “…………”

Dugu Shi and Li Mingyi, etc.: “…??”

The whole place was silent.

The scene on stage at this time was simply not too beautiful.
To be continued...