Shen Yuting struggled to help Shen Zhijiang stand up.
The father and daughter had just stood firm when, at this moment, a distant sound of Buddhist bells was heard.
"Dong-dong-dong-"
The Buddha bell rang three times in a row, attracting everyone's attention.
"Your Majesty, the time has come and it's time to enter the temple." A ceremony officer from the Qintian Prison came forward and said.
As soon as he finished speaking, the towering door of Xiangguo Temple slowly opened. A group of young monks held Buddhist beads and walked out of the door. They bowed gently to the people in the square and stood quietly on both sides of the temple door.
Emperor Zhaoming said in a deep voice: "Let's go."
After speaking, he looked solemn and led a group of royal family members, civil and military officials, and walked towards the temple.
Many officials and the ladies' families also quickly arranged their manners and walked to the temple one by one.
After walking through the temple gate and climbing up the steps, the abbot of Xiangguo Temple was leading a group of disciples to stand in front of the Tianwang Hall. When he saw Emperor Zhaoming coming up the steps, the abbot put his hands together, bowed and said: "Amitabha, poor monk in the sea of suffering."
, welcome Your Majesty."
"President, please get up quickly." Emperor Zhaoming personally stepped forward to help the presiding officer. After a brief speech, Master Kuhai directed everyone to go into the hall.
The death ceremony of the late empress was held in the main hall of Xiangguo Temple.
Before the death of the emperor, Xiangguo Temple had chanted sutras for the late empress for seventy-seven forty-nine days in advance. The huge main hall was filled with Buddhist incense, and various kinds of sacrifices were piled on high platforms. Countless oil lamps were lit on both sides of the hall, illuminating it with sparks.
Hundreds of monks in cassocks were sitting on futons with their eyes closed, turning their beads and chanting Buddhist sutras in low voices.
The atmosphere was solemn and solemn.
Xiao Lingyue held Bei Bei's hand and followed the flow into the main hall. At a glance, she saw a golden spiritual tablet placed on the tribute platform in front of the Buddha statue.
A long-lit lamp is lit in front of the spiritual tablet. The fragrance of Buddha is curling up in the air, and the light is twinkling like the eyes of the soul.
It has been more than 20 years since the late empress died of illness, and the coffin has already been placed in the imperial mausoleum. Therefore, what is erected in the Xiangguo Temple is only a spiritual tablet. It was invited out in advance because there was a memorial ceremony.
However, the real birthday and death anniversary is actually tomorrow.
According to the procedure, Xiangguo Temple must worship the late empress for three consecutive days, and Emperor Zhaoming and all civil and military officials must participate.
Today we just arrived at Xiangguo Temple. Because the time calculated by Qin Tianmon was too late, no other sacrifices were arranged. Everyone offered incense and kowtowed to the late empress in turn. After burning the sacrifices, the novice monks in the temple arranged for everyone to move in.
After Emperor Zhaoming personally lit the first stick of incense, the prince stepped forward, took the incense with both hands and lit it, knelt on the futon in front of the spiritual tablet, kowtowed three times, then stood up and inserted the incense in the incense burner in front of the spiritual tablet.
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Zhan Beihan followed closely, following the same process.
According to the royal order, the third person in line to offer incense should be the Crown Princess.
Emperor Zhaoming suddenly raised his hand: "Hanhan, come here."
Hanhan was stunned for a moment, then walked over obediently.
Emperor Zhaoming touched his head and personally lit incense for him: "Good boy, go kowtow to your imperial grandmother. She must miss you too."
As soon as these words came out.
The courtiers and officials in the hall breathed heavily, and surprise flashed in their eyes.
Your Majesty actually bypassed the Crown Princess and asked the Emperor's eldest grandson to offer incense first? What does this mean?
Hanhan took Changxiang with a confused look on his face and subconsciously looked at Zhan Beihan.
Zhan Beihan frowned slightly, not wanting to refuse in public, so he just nodded.
Only then did Han Han relax, raised his head and said, "Grandfather, Han Han will go right away."
"Go." Emperor Zhaoming smiled happily.
Han Han knelt on the futon holding the incense, with a serious face, and kowtowed three times seriously. Then he stood up, tiptoed with difficulty into the incense burner, and then returned to Zhan Beihan.
Under the gaze of the whole hall, which seemed to be absent. Popular "" This chapter has been completed!