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.

…

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...

…

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.
To be continued...