A soldier is a soldier.

The common people Zhao Dongting did not want to imprison their beliefs, but the soldiers in the army believed in Buddhism, which was not a good thing for him.

If all the soldiers go to eat vegetarian food and chant Buddha's name, who will fight?

Zhao Dongting really felt a little threat because, he suddenly realized that he did not have many ways to unite people's hearts.

Now the people of Leizhou are grateful to him for giving them a stable life. What about the future?

When a stable life has become the norm?

All gratitude often slowly returns to peace as time goes by.

But what can I do?

Zhao Dongting stood on the deck, staring at Wude's golden back, stunned.

The fleet arrived at Benzhou Island soon.

Hundreds of disabled old soldiers no longer greeted the ferry, but were waiting for the battle on Dingjun Mountain.

This time, they attended as separate square formations for offering sacrifices to heaven and praying for blessings.

Zhao Dongting led his ministers and soldiers to walk up the mountain.

The island of Benzhou, which originally buried countless bones, had no longer had any bloody smell floating.

The weeds cover the traces of the fight.

But when Zhao Dongting walked through the mountain road, all the things that happened at that time still emerged in his mind.

Force Concubine Yang Shu to give Quan and promote Yue Peng, and the assassination of the Le Chan sisters, Xiao Jin's spirituality is vivid in my mind.

This is the revival of the Song Dynasty, and it is also the place where he was born. It is also the place where he was reborn.

Regarding Benzhou Island, Zhao Dongting always maintained a different feeling in his heart. For him, this is his hometown.

Here, there is always a feeling of being close.

When he arrived at the martyrs' monument, Zhao Dongting ascended the Temple of Heaven step by step. Taoist priests and monks in Leizhou were still there, and Wude followed closely.

The old turtle was really amazing. When he climbed the stairs, he was like walking on flat ground.

Among the Taoist priests, all five real people from Wuliangguan were there, with their fairy spirits, but they could not cover the spirituality of the Bai Yutang.

This little Taoist priest is always so eye-catching in the crowd, as if he has a halo.

Tao, Buddha sits cross-legged on the left and right.

Wude sat in the corner of the monks sitting cross-legged, but he was still like the center.

All the monks repeatedly cast pious eyes on him.

Those who can become living Buddhas have the qualifications to create golden Buddha statues in a temple. In the hearts of Buddhist disciples, that is the Buddha.

The sound of a salute.

A Taoist priest sent a long prayer, and Zhao Dongting read the script according to his book.

The sound of the tripod.

The bell rings.

The scene suddenly became quite vast.

These sounds are like the sound of heaven in the dark.

Taoist priests and monks have all entered into meditation and are muttering words in their mouths. These sounds seem to be magical and constantly circling in people's ears.

Zhao Dongting, who was reciting the prayer, suddenly his eyes lit up, as if he was enlightened.

He suddenly thought of how to gather the centripetal force among the people and the army.

National flag, national anthem!

The Song Dynasty military flag was complex, but there was no formal national flag.

Not to mention the national anthem.

The earliest national flag of China appeared in the Ming Dynasty.

While reciting the scriptures, Zhao Dongting finished reciting the prayer, and knelt down at the martyr's monument and the righteous temple.

He was already wondering what to design the national flag.

Under the Temple of Heaven, all the soldiers and ministers of the Song Dynasty knelt on the ground, and even Yang Shufei, Ying'er, and Zhao Bing knelt down.

They have special piety to the sky.

The sound of the Taoist priests and monks reciting scriptures suddenly stopped. All the things were moved.

Although he was still sitting cross-legged on the old turtle's back, his soul seemed to have floated into the air, and his whole body was like a rock without any trembling.

低沉的经文自他嘴里念叨出来,有着直润人心的力量.

这是内力高深至极的表现.虽是念经,但已经算得上是种音功了.

Nine kowtows.

当赵洞庭站起身来时,祭天祈福便算是完成了.

他没有再说什么振奋人心的话,径直走下天坛,而后率众臣往山下而去.

定军山上很快空荡起来,仅于数百伤残老卒和无得.

无得始终没有睁眼,似乎真要将滞留在这里的亡魂全部超度了去.

但到底有没有亡魂,谁又能说得明白呢?

赵洞庭也没有去打扰他,请他去宫中做客的意思.

他不懂那些高深莫测的东西,光是想想,也不觉得和无得会有什么共同话题.

他超度他的亡魂,他做他的皇帝,互不干扰,这样就挺好.

It was already noon when I returned to Hikvision.

众臣散去,赵洞庭带着杨淑妃,颖儿,张茹,赵昺回到寝宫.

A palace maid brought food to the bedroom.

赵洞庭匆匆用过膳,就准备回房间去画他的国旗.但这时,赵昺却是突然将他叫住,“皇兄.”

他较之赵洞庭也就小两岁,现在看起来虽然仍旧稚嫩,但倒也能勉强算是个成年人了.
Chapter completed!