Chapter 482: One emperor through the ages, Taizu Xiang
Above the court, hundreds of officials raised their heads.
"Congratulations, Your Majesty, for this great victory and great achievements! The world has returned, and Your Majesty shall be the emperor of the ages!"
"Congratulations, Your Majesty!"
"One emperor through the ages!"
Wen Xiang stood up, cupped his hands and said: "Your Majesty, in accordance with my opinion, we should open an altar to worship our ancestors and recite your holy name!"
Zhao Zhen raised her hand and said: "Holy name?"
Zhao Zhen found it a bit ridiculous, how could a person like herself be called a saint?
"The king conquered the world with his power and unified the world. Such a great achievement should be admitted to the Ancestral Temple! And the temple of the Great Ancestor!"
Zhao Zhen paused for a moment and then asked: "Do you have any objections, dear friends?"
"The king himself is the great ancestor."
"Wei Chen seconded the proposal!"
None of the officials in the hall objected.
Zhao Zhen glanced at Wen Xiang. Although Wen Xiang controlled the court, he was never ambiguous on some matters.
Entering the Ancestral Temple...
Speaking of which, it should have been like this a long time ago.
It's just that Zhao Zhen hasn't done this in these years. He has been waiting for today.
"This matter is settled! It will be handled immediately!"
"Long live my king!"
"Long live my king!"
The noise in the court hall gradually became quiet after a long time.
But the Wen Xiang stood up and asked, "Your Majesty, I heard that the army captured King Xiao, why didn't you see him?"
After hearing this, Zhao Zhen said: "The King of Xiao, Shang Lu, committed suicide on the way back to the capital."
"Your Majesty, why was there no retribution?" Wen Xiang asked.
Zhao Zhen said: "He returned to the capital with me on the same road, why do we need to report it again?"
Seeing this, Prime Minister Wen didn't ask any more questions and returned to the team.
Zhao Zhen glanced at the officials in the court, and then discussed the affairs of the Ancestral Temple.
………
I don’t know which mountain or which road.
But I saw a man wearing a short shirt and riding a white horse heading south.
He looked around, sometimes recalling a little bit, remembering that he had walked this road many years ago.
The white horse walked slowly, crossing mountains and crossing water.
After traveling thousands of miles, we finally reached the Mountain of Flowing Clouds.
The man got off the white horse and looked up at the steps going up the mountain. There was a lot of moss on the steps, as if no one had cleaned them for a long time.
He then rode a white horse into the square.
After selling the white horse, I bought a broom, two jugs of good wine, a handful of paper money, and some incense candles.
He returned to the mountain of flowing clouds.
With one sweep, weeds, moss, soil, and dust were all swept away.
From noon until nightfall, we finally saw the gate of the Taoist temple.
Shang Lu came forward with his drink and glanced at the closed door.
The door is not rotten and the door lock is not rusty.
But at first glance, it feels like no one has been here for a long time, and there is no popularity inside.
He reached out and grabbed the door lock, pulled it gently, and the door lock fell with a sound.
"Creak..."
Watch the door wide open.
He looked around and saw that the courtyard was full of fallen leaves and overgrown weeds.
He walked to the backyard, found the two tombstones, poured down the wine he was carrying, and kowtowed to the two elders.
After nagging for a long time, he returned to the main hall.
Take out the incense candles and light them to worship the gods.
Kneel down and kowtow, reciting Taoist scriptures in your heart.
When he opened his eyes again, the moon hung in the sky, and the Taoist temple seemed to be under the moon.
I just heard a murmur from the man's mouth.
"My life is like a floating cloud, and my Taoist name is like a floating cloud."
"The name of Phytophaga no longer exists in the world."
Since then, Liuyun Temple has become more popular, and the weeds around it have never grown again, and no moss has appeared on the stone steps.
After a long time, the people in Qiuyue Square gradually became aware of this Taoist Master Fuyun.
Someone came to view the incense and asked its name.
The Taoist priest only replied that he had no name or surname.
………
The eighteenth year of prosperity, the winter solstice.
The heavy snow from the winter solstice fell on the inside and outside of the Taoist temple. The inside and outside of the Taoist temple were covered in silver, and white snowflakes covered the entire ground.
In the open space of the Taoist temple, the branches are covered with thick snow velvet, which seems to be dyed white. The snowflakes fall on the ground and make a rustling sound, which makes people feel a sense of peace and quiet.
"Boom!"
A bell rang, distant and quiet.
While his mind was shaking, the Taoist who was meditating in the Taoist temple opened his eyes.
He looked back and saw a man and a woman coming outside the gate, who seemed to be old friends.
Tong Zhihuan looked at the tranquility in the view, and the woman beside him helped him brush away the flying snow from his clothes.
"I've met the Taoist priest."
Tong Zhihuan stepped forward, but was stunned when he saw the man's face clearly.
"Taoist Priest, where have we met?"
Taoist Master Fuyun paused, and then he laughed.
Tao'er looked at this person. She had been thinking about who would come back before, but now that she saw him, she completely understood.
Snowflakes fell on the tips of her hair.
Tao'er couldn't help but said: "Sir, it turns out he has arrived a long time ago..."
This unexpected change in the world was entirely within the sir's expectation.
Tao'er couldn't help but sigh. She felt more and more that she couldn't find her husband.
………
In the spring of the nineteenth year of Xinglong.
An altar was opened to worship the ancestors, hundreds of officials lined the road, and the royal driver came out of the palace to the Ancestral Temple.
The incense rose in the cauldron, and the green smoke went straight to the nine heavens.
The edict has been issued, and as the official in charge of etiquette reads out the edict, bursts of music theory come to mind from all around, and the sound of drums trembles, showing the majesty of the country.
Zhao Zhen walked into the Ancestral Temple holding three incense candles.
After kowtowing three times, he softly recited the words: "When the world is united, I am the Taizu! I shall also be the Taizu!"
In an instant, the heaven and earth seemed to undergo strange changes.
All the officials looked around and saw that behind the Ancestral Temple, there seemed to be purple energy coming from the east, auspicious signs descending.
"Auspicious things come to this world, call me Taizu!" The official in charge of etiquette called Du Ai.
"Meet Taizu!"
Seeing this auspiciousness, all the officials knelt down, not daring to be disrespectful.
Zhao Zhen breathed a long sigh of relief and sighed at the world, the mountains and rivers, and the past seventy years...
The world must be prosperous! Humanity must be prosperous!
………
Since the unification of the world, the world has had good weather for a long time, everything has been peaceful, and there has been no recurrence of war.
After several years of fighting, the world is now at peace, and Daxiang has entered a prosperous age. The people live and work in peace and contentment, the world is in good weather, and the national power is increasing day by day.
Shangjing became more and more prosperous, and there were signs of great prosperity everywhere in the world.
Zhao Zhen never broke his promise, and in the next six months, he began to accept Jing Ren as an official, and several Jing Ren's faces could be seen in the court.
But during the summer solstice of this year, Zhao Zhen suddenly felt unwell. After one night, she fell ill in bed and could not get up again.
All matters in the court were temporarily handed over to the prince.
Zhao Zhen was lying on the bed, his face turned pale at the moment. In fact, he had died a few months ago, but he had just survived until now.
Zhao Zhen, who was already seventy-two years old, breathed a long sigh of relief and lamented that life was short, but in this short life, he really made great achievements.
Let me ask you, ancient and modern, which emperor is like him, destroying the scenery, sweeping away the chaos, and bringing down the country, and uniting the world!
His ambitions were very broad, but he actually achieved them.
When future generations see his tablet, they all have to pay tribute to him to honor Taizu.
That Xiang Taizu who spent his life as a soldier and galloped on the battlefield.