Chapter 498: Thunder on the Peak and Foreboding (Can
Sacrificing the moon on the top of the mountain.
After Meng Zhengjun flicked his sleeves, snorted and walked away.
Zhao Rong came to the edge of the cliff with Gu Yiwu and other students from the Hall of Justice, Xue Chan and other eight crescent moon divorced women and Li, and officials from the Second Department of Industry.
The young Confucian scholar glanced at the back of Meng Xuezheng.
In fact, he really didn't mean to cause trouble and touch her tiger beard without fear of death, but he really had something to say.
But what about.
Anyway, in Meng Zhengjun's heart, he should be another rising cancer in Mochi Academy after Fan Yushu.
As for his image, well, he likes to eat soft food very much. Now it doesn't seem to be a big deal if he has the impression of being frivolous and disrespectful of his teachers.
At this moment, Zhao Rong shook his head and first glared at Gu Yiwu and other students of the Hall of Justice, because the latter looked at him with more admiration, as if they were looking at a spiritual leader who was fighting against oppression...
Zhao Rong was helpless. He glanced at the sun and pointed directly at his feet:
"Tomorrow, after Your Majesty has finished offering sacrifices at the Earth Altar of Dongshan, he will ride on a white horse in a carriage and go up to the Moon Festival Mountain from east to west. It is about this time... At a quarter past noon, we will arrive at the top of the Moon Festival Mountain, get off the car, and walk here.
I need to change him into a yellow suit."
A quarter past noon, that is, a quarter past eleven o'clock in the morning.
As for Huang Shouxuanyi.
To receive a name means to ask the little emperor Li Wangque to wear a yellow crown and a black dress.
Zhao Rong stretched out his hand, pointed at the Temple of Heaven that was about to be completed not far away, and said carefully:
"In order to seal the heaven in the Temple of Heaven and report your merits to heaven, Your Majesty needs to change into a formal dress. Dali belongs to the water virtue and is black in color, and the "Li" says: The emperor's crown dress is also called Xuanyi. Black color is black with red, which is suitable
Leaving the court and offering sacrifices to heaven..."
The words of the young Confucian scholar quoted from the classics, and he also had a personal understanding of etiquette, so he could make appropriate improvements and be well-founded.
Everyone was convinced after hearing this and nodded frequently.
In the distance, a certain old-fashioned female gentleman who seemed to be sizing up the scenery also glanced at the slender profile of the young Confucian scholar.
On the edge of the cliff, Zhao Rong then reminded him again about the details and rules of building the Temple of Heaven. In fact, it was not much different from the Temple of Earth. Gu Yiwu smiled and responded, saying that he was doing exactly what he had told him before.
After a while, Zhao Rong felt a little relieved, but next, it was time to talk about the most important thing about worshiping the heaven at the Temple of Heaven.
It is also the final part of this ceremony.
That is to use a method that can be understood by the way of heaven, to convey information, and to report great merits to heaven.
What is the form of this ‘gift’?
As I said before beside the Temple of Earth, it cannot just be Zhao Rong, the presiding person, who holds the edict in his hand and reads it loudly.
Because he was reading it to the people watching around him, who knows if God could hear it.
At this time, Zhao Rong looked slightly solemn: "Xuechan Fengyi, are the monks I asked you to find before I came here together?"
Xue Chan twirled a bunch of hair on her shoulders, looked at Zhao Rong, and nodded:
"According to the instructions Mr. Zhao Xiao sent to the slave family a few days ago, the slave family sent people to go to several immortal families in Dali and invited nine monks who are good at carving on cliffs. At this moment, they are halfway up the mountain.
Rest in a summer resort and wait for Mr. Zhao Xiao’s instructions.”
On the edge of the highest and steepest cliff in Dali, Zhao Rong stamped his right foot on the ground and pointed downward with his index finger, "For me, engrave a merit inscription on this cliff, a total of 208 words.
It will be completed before 4:00 tomorrow morning."
The fourth quarter of Mao hour is six o'clock in the morning, and the planned Zen ceremony is scheduled to start at the sixth quarter of Mao hour.
He took out a roll of manuscripts from his sleeve and handed it to Xue Chan.
The latter turned it over, glanced at it, and nodded clearly, "No problem. If it's more than 200 words, I won't stop for a moment. I can engrave them before the third watch tonight."
She thought for a while and then asked: "Mr. Zhao Xiao, do you have any requirements for this inscription?"
Zhao Rong let out a breath, glanced at Gao Ya next to him, and shook his head:
"Just engrave it according to my handwriting. There are some big and small sizes. Just follow it... There must be no typos. In addition, apply gold powder. The more conspicuous and spectacular the better... This is considered to be presented to God. Well, I hope God will have it."
Eye……"
He talked and smiled.
Xue Chan nodded and said, "This is natural." Then she left temporarily to arrange the inscription.
"Tzuyu, how wonderful that you use the inscription on the cliff as a 'gift' to report your merits to heaven."
Gu Yiwu folded his hands, touched his chin, and nodded seriously.
The surrounding students also agreed.
"..." Zhao Rong looked at the group of classmates in front of him who only knew how to paddle but had no idea, and the corner of his mouth twitched twice.
What a wonderful thing, I really can’t think of anything else. Just like burying the jade and silk book under the altar just now, I can only use this simple and easy-to-understand method, and God has to see it...
On the edge of the cliff, a group of people looked like candidates gathering in the corridor before the exam, but now everyone was sharing weal and woe.
The burly Confucian scholar seemed to have noticed the thoughts of his friend next to him. He patted his shoulder and shook his head solemnly:
"Tzuyu, in order not to interfere with your judgment, we didn't give you blind ideas, so that you can stay rational and think independently."
His tone was serious and sincere, and the students around him nodded quickly.
"Yes, yes", "Believe in Tzuyu, tomorrow's ceremony is scheduled to bring auspiciousness", "I said Tzuyu can do it"...
There was a roar of praise.
Zhao Rong wanted to nod at this time and say, "I don't mind you influencing my judgment at all. You can come up with a better move quickly." However, Meng Xuezheng was not far away at this time. With her cultivation, she must have sharp ears and eyes to hear.
.
In his position as the leader, he must not miss out on timidity.
"Thank you all so much...hey." Zhao Rong had no choice but to nod and sigh softly.
Just thinking of Meng Zhengjun, the young Confucian scholar subconsciously glanced there, and saw the serious and old-fashioned woman looking away from them.
In his field of vision, Meng Zhengjun then seemed to look at the scenery down the mountain, smiled and nodded.
Zhao Rong frowned slightly.
No? The ‘ritual’ engraved on the cliff is not in line with the Zen Ceremony?
It's a pity that no one answered the questions that suddenly popped up in his heart.
In the distance, Meng Zhengjun regained his calm expression. It was hard to tell what she was thinking, whether she was laughing at someone just now.
Zhao Rong quickly relaxed his brows, smiled, and after saying a few humble words to Gu Yiwu and other classmates and friends, he took them to inspect the Temple of Heaven not far away.
The Temple of Heaven is built not far from the lightning-struck wood in the center of the top of the mountain. It is being built by hundreds of exquisite craftsmen from Dali, and there is a constant flow of soldiers carrying earth and stones up the mountain.
Zhao Rong and others circled the Temple of Heaven several times. During this period, Zhao Rong corrected a few deviations. Then when he saw that there were no obvious problems, he folded his hands and led everyone to stand aside quietly to supervise and observe.
During this period, Zhao Rong occasionally glanced at the cliff where the inscription was about to be written.
Just when he turned around again and took a look at the Temple of Heaven that the craftsmen had built in an orderly manner, he was thinking about taking everyone down the mountain.
A shout echoed across the top of Jiyue Mountain.
"Today's thunderous thunder is coming! Everyone retreats away from the top of the mountain, away from Lei Gui and Moon Lake! Retreat to a hundred feet away from the top of the mountain."
The old-fashioned female gentleman who had been looking at the scenery with her hands seemed to have heard something. She suddenly raised her head and counted for a moment with her fingers under her wide gray sleeves. At this time, she whistled a warning.
"It will come at three quarters of noon, and there will still be a hundred breaths left."
The atmosphere on the top of the mountain was quiet for a moment, and the sky was clear, like the calm before the storm.
The next moment, everyone burst into cheers, and some craftsmen ran away from the top of the mountain without even having time to throw away the objects in their hands.
Although the situation was urgent, everyone retreated in an orderly manner, without any panic, and seemed somewhat skilled.
They should avoid the daily thunder on the mountaintop and always pay attention to the changes in the sky. However, today there is a man from the academy with great powers, who gives an earlier warning.
"Tzuyu, hurry up. It's the thunder on the top of the mountain. There is a fixed time every day, around noon, but today it seems to be a moment earlier."
Gu Yiwu greeted Zhao Rongdao.
The young Confucian scholar was slightly startled, nodded, and followed the crowd to retreat from the top of the mountain.
Before leaving, he turned his head and looked at the tall dead tree in the center of the mountain top.
It was completely charred and black, with tree holes all over it.
Lei Gui? It turns out to be a cassia tree... Zhao Rong secretly thought and took a few more glances.
After a while, everyone retreated to a position a hundred feet above the top of the mountain.
After a few dozen breaths, the sky above our heads suddenly began to darken, and soon the sky was covered with dark clouds, lightning and thunder.
There is a terrifying power brewing in the dark clouds.
Zhao Rong stood near the front of the crowd.
He held his sleeves and looked up at the thunderclouds without blinking.
It seems that he is expecting something.
"Tzuyu, actually, although this thunder is exaggeratedly fierce and more powerful than the usual thunder, it is not too dangerous. We retreated a little too far back, but it's just in case, so it's okay."
Gu Yiwu, who was next to Zhao Rong, glanced at Meng Xuezheng in the front and said to him quietly.
"how do I say this?"
Zhao Rong raised his head and didn't blink, but he couldn't help but ask.
The burly Confucian scholar Nunuzui:
"Well, there's that lightning strike tree. I don't know how long this ancient tree has existed or who planted it. Anyway, almost every day at this time on the top of the mountain, there will be a thunderbolt."
"And this lightning strike tree, which seems to be the body of the osmanthus tree, is like a magnet, it can attract thunder to strike down, and it can catch most of the thousands of thunderbolts every day..."
While Gu Yiwu was explaining, a sudden gust of wind came.
In an instant, Zhao Rong, Gu Yiwu and everyone else heard a thunderous explosion in their ears, leaving no one with time to cover their ears.
Boom——!
Following the first thunder, lightnings fell one after another in an instant, all aimed directly at the lightning-struck tree in the center of the mountain top. Each one was louder than the other, deafening and deafening.
And the frequency of this thunder seems to be free of charge, there is an endless stream!
Everyone who fled from the thunder almost had their ears blown off, and they ended up with ringing in their ears.
Zhao Rong looked at the twisted thunder snakes in front of him, connecting the thunderstorm and the thunder gui on the top of the mountain, and couldn't help but inhale slightly.
The scene is really spectacular.
Most of the people around them shrank their heads subconsciously, probably because they were afraid that if a lightning bolt missed, it would hit them on the head...
However, a certain young Confucian scholar did quietly nod his head.
Somewhat satisfied.
"Hey, it's so thunderous..."
In Zhao Rongxin Lake, the lazy voice of a certain sword spirit came, but the sound was quickly suppressed by the sound of thunder.
"...I woke everyone up."
Gui muttered, then said a little happily:
"Zhao Rong, I chose this mountain top to refine the sword pill. Just now I saw a few interesting 'little guys' hidden in this thunder. They are already in the category of sky thunder..."
"Um."
Zhao Rong just responded and no longer had time to talk to it. His eyes carefully looked at the top of the mountain above.
He found that what Brother Yiwu said was correct. Although the thunder on the top of the mountain in front of him was extremely powerful, being on the top of the mountain was like being in a thunder pond.
but.
Most places on the top of the mountain seem to be very safe.
Because almost 99% of the thunder and lightning struck the ancient thunder osmanthus.
Among the dense thunderclouds in the sky, lightning fell from all directions. At this moment, it was connected to the lonely scorched tree below. This scene was like a leafy tree of thunder, standing between the sky and the earth, connecting the sacrifice.
Moon mountain top and dark clouds in the sky.
The roots of this 'Thunder Tree' are made of thunder osmanthus, and its branches are made of lightning, making it tall and majestic.
In this way, most locations on the top of the mountain are relatively safe.
It can be said that it is easy to enjoy the shade under the big tree, and it is protected by the ancient thunder osmanthus 'remaining shade'.
Just after ten breaths, occasionally one or two thunderbolts would leak out and land on a random place on the top of the mountain, either shattering the bluestone or exploding the lake water...
Zhao Rong squinted his eyes and silently studied the scene before him.
At a certain moment, my eyes fell on the deep hole of the lightning-struck tree...
Later, he noticed that the thunderwood grew close to the shore, with half of its root system submerged in the blue water of the Moon Pool.
Although it is not known whether the blackened and withered bird is still alive and absorbing the water of the moon pool, it is currently undergoing tremendous thunder and lightning, and some of the lightning seems to have been absorbed and eliminated by the blue lake water.
So it's not just Lei Gui acting as a lightning rod, attracting thunder.
This moon pool seems to be a thunder pool that absorbs thunder and lightning?
Zhao Rong secretly thought...
After about one hundred and twenty breaths, the sound of thunder gradually subsided, and then quickly disappeared within three short breaths.
The thick thunderclouds above everyone's heads dispersed, and no heavy rain fell during the whole process, which was quite a spectacle.
As the clouds dispersed and the sun rose, Zhao Rong and others felt that the sky and the earth were in harmony, as if the sky had cleared after the rain, and it was extremely clear.
Everyone returned to the top of the mountain, and the officials and craftsmen of the Ministry of Rites continued to perform their duties.
Meng Zhengjun turned around and prepared to leave directly.
However, a certain young scholar moved faster than her.
"Mr. Meng, please stay."
Zhao Rong suddenly shouted with a bright smile.
Meng Zhengjun took a few more steps after his voice sounded, but in the end he still stopped and said without looking back:
"Say something quickly."
Zhao Rong covered his mouth and coughed, then nodded and said, "Mr. Jian seems to be a master of magical calculations. Can you help us students who are taking the exam calculate when tomorrow's thunder on the mountaintop will start?"
He paused, nodded seriously and said, "Well, Mr. Meng, this shouldn't be considered cheating. I believe that your magical power, sir, should be able to measure it."
As soon as the words fell, the eyes of Zhao Rong, Gu Yiwu and other students suddenly focused on the back of the old-fashioned woman in Confucian robes.
Zhao Rong estimated that Meng Xuezheng would probably find an excuse to avoid helping them calculate the moment when the thunder would hit the top of the mountain tomorrow, leaving them with the risk of being delayed in the assessment midway.
However, what neither he nor the students around him expected was that Meng Zhengjun, who was not far away, nodded without thinking, with a smile on his lips, and counted with his fingers.
"About ten breaths past two o'clock at noon tomorrow, the thunder will come on time. It will be the day when the thunder is at its strongest in the past two months."
She spoke directly without any concealment, and was very detailed. Then she turned her head, looked at Zhao Rong calmly, smiled and said: "You should be careful to avoid it, don't delay the Fengchan assessment."
When this old-fashioned female college gentleman smiled, the nasolabial folds on her face deepened.
Then, she shook her sleeves and left the top of the mountain directly. Her steps seemed to be quite leisurely...
Gu Yiwu and other students from the Justice Hall were slightly surprised to be shown concern by this old woman's kind tone, and looked at each other.
Zhao Rong clenched his fists slightly.
After a while, his head turned suddenly.
His eyes fell on the cliff where the inscription would be carved.
Does Meng Zhengjun think that these rituals of enshrining Zen that he ordered are destined to fail?
Or is he the kind that she can find a legitimate reason to give him a zero point? Did she decide to be picky and forcefully deduct points, or is it... that his courtesy is really not good enough?
The young Confucian scholar couldn't help but frown...