Early morning.

The wind suddenly became stronger and the sky became gloomy.

Is the second heavy snow coming after winter?

Twenty miles southwest of the small town of Urhet, Little Kent Mountain.

Looking at the crowd holding the iron chain along the nearly straight stone steps leading to the altar a hundred feet high, Qitade's face was expressionless.

First, the princes, princes, and Zasak were rising in succession, and then the four major divisions of Khalkha, as the chief priests elected by each tribe, with the highest prestige. Former Prime Minister of the Grand Clerk of the Celestial House of the Great Purification House, Wanzaldorji chose to stay and accompany Qitade.

If such weather and such a place are placed in the mainland, let alone participating in the alliance, it would be nice to be able to climb up within one day.

These Mongolian princes are different. The youngest is only in their teens and the oldest is nearly seventy years old. However, they are fearless and personally hold the cold and harsh chains with their hands and climb up.

It is conceivable that although they are usually pampered, they still endure much harder than Han officials.

Seeing that the last Zazak who had climbed up had been up for about a quarter of an hour, Wanzale Dorji smiled and said, "Khan, please"

At this time, there were only ten guards around him, and there were still one hundred people around Qitad.

If a rolling stone of wood fell from above while Qitade and others climbed up, then naturally no one would survive. It seemed to be to dispel Qitade's concerns, Wanzale Dorji climbed up first as soon as he lifted his robe.

Qitad nodded, and fifty guards immediately followed Wanzale Dorji to climb up.

Wanzale Dorgi is exactly sixty years old this year. He climbed up the straight and steep stone steps in extremely cold weather very quickly. At this time, he must have been very relaxed. Somehow, the 100 guards of Qitad only carried a single sword!

After fifty people went up, Qitad also climbed up, followed by fifty other guards.

Although it is only 300 meters, it took some people almost half a day to climb up.

As soon as he reached the top of the mountain, the scene here brightened his eyes.

The top of the mountain is roughly flat, but the area is quite large, about two acres, with a large circle. It is indeed a stone mountain. The top of the mountain is actually stone, and the ground is polished smoothly.

There is also a circular platform with a diameter of about ten meters in the middle, about one meter high, and there is also a small stone step on one side.

There is another abrupt small round platform above the platform, about one meter high. Its top is a faucet from the north, east and west, and a larger black cauldron is placed on it.

The fire in the cauldron was raging, and a smell of sesame oil came from time to time. It was obvious that the firewood in the cauldron was poured with sesame oil.

On the high platform, there were already great shamans selected by Khalkha and the tribes in the south of the desert, and on the periphery were lamas carrying long copper horns and red cockscomb hats.

A ritual of sacrifice to heaven recognized by Lamaism and Shamanism, a strange combination appeared on Little Kent Mountain.

If the Mongols who fully pursued the Code of Erath, this scene would obviously not happen. Since the Code was followed, the herdsmen would be punished to hide statues of shamanic gods in their homes.

But Mongolia under the Qing Dynasty did not, because the Manchus believed in shamanism before, and after regarding Lamaism as the state religion, they did not ban shamanism. Therefore, for Khalkha, this place is still a common place where Lamaism and shamanism are popular.

The twelve-year-old living Buddha Zhebuzundanba and the second most in Tibet than the ministers stationed in Tibet, the great lama, both came up with Qitade. When they saw this scene, they only frowned slightly.

Any alliance must first sacrifice to the heaven, which roughly means "let heaven be a witness."

As the main priest, Wanzaldorji took the lead in climbing the altar. With his shout, the ceremony of sacrifice to heaven began. It was nothing more than the shaman's dance and the lama's bronze horns to cooperate with each other. On such occasions, the shaman not only worships the gods, but also worships the mountain gods and the winter gods.

After a whole set of rituals, almost two more hours have passed.

Although it took half a day to climb the mountain, it was already noon, in order to show devotion, everyone endured hunger or performed or watched the performance. The top of the mountain was extremely cold, and the performers were fine, but it was very painful to watch the performance.

But the Mongolians showed their amazing qualities of hunger and coldness, and they all stood solemnly in the cold wind and watched quietly, and none of them coughed.

When a naked Mongolian man threw a bundle of firewood soaked in sesame oil into the big cauldron, his flame immediately rushed out more than two meters high. At this time, the performance on the altar reached its climax.

Leading the dancer, the great shaman trembled for a long time before he calmed down.

Then he nodded to the priest Wangzaldorji, meaning that he had communicated with Changshengtian and Changshengtian had recognized this alliance.

Wanzale Dorgi waved his hand to the hem of the stage, and was also naked. The big man standing near the green bull and white horse immediately hugged them, and then stabbed them in the neck with the sharp knife in his hand.

Under each of the green cows and white horses is a large wooden basin, which is obviously used to hold blood.

Seeing this scene, Qitade couldn't help but think: "God knows how this green bull and white horse came up"

All the Mongolian men with naked upper body were extremely tall, and they could be seen to be more than two meters. In addition, they were extremely majestic, and one person could hold the green cow or the white horse until they were knocked down. In the meantime, no sound was made between the green cow or the white horse.

Qitade, the four major Khans of Khalkha, and the princes and above of the southern tribes were invited to the altar. The naked man presented them with bowls of steaming blood. Qitade endured the disgust and followed them to drink a large bowl of hot blood.

Then a big man brought a heavy arrow. The shaft was made of birch wood commonly found here. It was painted black all over, but it was much thicker and longer than ordinary heavy arrows. The arrows were shining with golden light, mostly made of pure gold, and the arrow feathers were four golden, white, red, and black feathers.

Obviously, everyone would not let everyone come forward in such an occasion. Everyone else retreated. Wanzaldorji took Qitad to Qianming, a big cauldron that was still burning. There was a red carpet with an area of ​​about one square meter.

Qitad stood on the carpet with arrows, Wanzale Dorgi stood outside with arrow feathers, and the two of them tried hard at the same time, and with a click, the arrow shaft broke with a sound!

Everyone in the audience cheered and then fell to the ground one after another.

"Please take the initiative of Hutuktu Genghis Khan!"

Wanzale Dorji also knelt down, and he actually kowtowed hard to the cold stone with his head.

According to convention, the next part is still shamanic dance and Lamaic music, and then the Living Buddhas of Jombapincuo and Zhebuzundanba came to initiate the Qitad, and the entire ceremony ended.

When everyone was still thinking that Wanzale Doorji was going to kowtow to Qitad, with a "bang", when Wanzale Doorji's head was pressed on the stone floor, an accident happened!

Qitad suddenly disappeared!

The guards of Qitade from the stage naturally became turbulent, and some people rushed to the altar. At this moment, many people suddenly appeared on the altar, all of whom were burly men over two meters. They were all wearing thick armor, and the heavy armor, which looked even more majestic.

There are about twenty people, and I don’t know where they came from.

"Your Majesty!"

The sharp-eyed guards in the audience finally found Qitad among these people!

Obviously, they have already taken over Qitad.

These big men were wearing armor and holding big swords in their hands. Qitade's figure was already tall, but compared to them, he was much smaller. He was tightly clamped between the big men and two sharp knives around his neck!

"Hahaha"

Just as Qitad disappeared, Wanzale Dorgi remained motionless.

In this case, the guards of Qitad did not dare to break up casually, and could only stay where they were at a loss.

Wanzaldorji looked at Qitade and laughed, "Qitade, you are like a treacherous fox, and after all, you are still obedient to my words!"

It's strange that Qitade, who was in a desperate situation, was not panicked.

"Why?"

"Why? Qitad, you are still too naive. Don't worry, we won't kill you, but you have to listen to us"

"Okay, just open your mouth if you have any conditions"

"Immediately order your army at the foot of the mountain to lay down your weapons"

"Who will take over?"

"You'll see it soon"

"Okay, I promise you"

"Second, you immediately issue an imperial edict to completely withdraw from the Qing Dynasty and announce the world that you will never invade the Qing Dynasty forever"

"Third, half of your fleet is left in the Qing Dynasty, and the rest can retreat to Truqin"

"I will let you go after all this is done"
Chapter completed!