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Chapter 749
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"clang!"
As the melodious sound of bells and bells sounded, an emperor, wearing white Confucian clothes and a white scarf, filed out of the Ancestral Temple to offer wine. The nineteen emperors offered wine, with solemn expressions. Every step they took was filled with emotion.
It's nineteen inches and nine minutes.
Nineteen people walked forward slowly, and the footprints they left were completely overlapping, with no mistakes or omissions. It was as if only one person had walked through.
The rules of sacrificial rituals are so strict. There can be no mistakes or omissions. Almost every one of the nineteen emperors who sacrificed wine is familiar with this etiquette. There will never be the slightest difference between steps.
Nineteen emperors were offering wine, and they lined up neatly at the altar outside the Ancestral Temple. The leader of the group, slightly lifting his clothes, strode forward and stopped in front of the altar.
"Teacher! The wine vessels for offering wine are ready. Everything is ready."
The leader of the emperor offered wine and said respectfully.
In front of the ancient carved altar, a middle-aged Confucian scholar with jet-black beard and hair, who looked to be in his thirties or forties, stood quietly. His appearance looked very young, compared to any other "
"The emperor sacrifices wine" is young. But the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes reveal his true age.
This Confucian scholar in white clothes, who looks to be only in his thirties or forties, has eyes that are older and more vicissitudes than all the emperors offering wine. He seems to have seen through the changes in the world and understood the mysteries of the sun, moon, mountains and rivers.
His temperament is extremely ancient and highly respected, exuding a convincing atmosphere.
In every wine-offering ceremony, a wine-offering wine toaster will be selected to preside over the entire ceremony. The position of the wine-offering toaster is extremely important, so it has always been held by the most virtuous and respected people in Confucianism.
The Jiu Zhu of this generation is called Zhuang Sixen. No one knows how old he is. All they know is that he was already like this when the "Emperor Jiu Ji" of this generation were still young.
The wine worshipers in the Ancestral Temple are too low-key. There is too little information about them. The wine toasts of this generation are even more mysterious. No one knows his origins. They only know that he seems to be related to the Master.
There was some connection. Even the Third Duke would behave like a disciple when he saw him.
"Um."
Zhuang Sichen nodded slightly, and his eyes slowly swept over the wine vessels placed on the trays in everyone's hands. His expression was serious, solemn, and full of picky taste.
The ceremony of offering sacrifices in the Imperial Ancestral Temple is a major national event. It must be carried out with the strictest etiquette, and no mistakes can be made. The drinking utensils are the most important thing. Even if there is a slight deviation in the placement, it is not in line with etiquette.
This means that this sacrifice was a complete failure. In Confucianism, this is a big deal.
"That's enough. Let's go to prison!"
Zhuang Sixen nodded.
The so-called "Tai Lao" refers to the cattle, sheep, and pigs used in sacrifices. Because they were slaughtered and raised in the prison before sacrifice, they were called "Tai Lao". The emperor used "Tai Lao" and the princes used "Shao Lao".
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In Shaolao, there are only sheep and hogs, but no cattle.
However, since the Great Shang Dynasty deposed the princes, the theory of "Shaolao" has become a legend. The only one left is "Tailao" of the Emperor's family.
As soon as the sound of Confucianism and wine toasting stopped, the sound of cows wailing immediately came from outside the high wall of the Ancestral Temple. A moment later, more than ten Ancestral Temple guards used bronze sacrificial vessels to hold a cow with its belly cut open head by head and its internal organs removed.
The sheep and hogs were lifted up.
These sacrifices were steaming hot and exuded a strong blood energy. They had obviously been killed recently.
More than ten guards from the Imperial Ancestral Temple carried the "Tailao" in according to strict rules. They passed by an emperor offering wine. Every time they passed, an emperor offered wine and handed over the bronze wine vessel.
The unfinished blood in it.
This is the reason why the "Tailao" used in sacrifices must be killed just before the sacrifice. The so-called sacrifice is a sacred and solemn matter. The reason why the blood of animals is used is metaphorical.
The blood of animals can replace human blood to offer sacrifices to the gods of heaven and earth, feed their heroic spirits, and avoid the killings and bloody disasters in the world.
Substituting animal blood for human blood to offer sacrifices to the gods of heaven and earth, avoiding killings and bloody disasters, this is the meaning of the ritual of sacrifice. Confucianism has been war-weary since ancient times, but military disasters have always been constant. This is the ritual of sacrifice.
However, to be honest, the ritual of sacrifice originated from ancient times. It was first learned from the ritual of sacrifice of the demon gods. The sacrifices in ancient times were all based on human blood and human sacrifice. By the time of the Three Holy Emperors
, Emperor Fuxi felt that the ritual of sacrificing the devil was too cruel, so he changed the human sacrifice to animal sacrifice.
This is the origin of the ritual of sacrifice.
After receiving the blood of the ox, sheep, and hog, they all wrapped around the altar and fell down on the ground.
On the side, the emperor was offering sacrifices to the wine. He poured the brewed wine one cup at a time. Once the wine and blood were mixed together, the ceremony was almost ready.
He toasted Zhuang Sichen in Confucian attire, nodded, and with a solemn expression, slowly climbed onto the altar. He unfolded a scroll of inscriptions and read out the memorial inscription written by the royal family and stamped with the jade seal by the emperor.
"On the 15th day of the sixth lunar month of the year of Dinghai, the fate of the gods, I toasted Zhuang with wine, laid my head on behalf of the emperor of the Zhou Dynasty, and begged to be heard..."
A sacrificial article was slowly spoken, and the sound echoed throughout the Ancestral Temple. A famous emperor offered wine, with a solemn expression, and lowered his head to listen.
"boom!"
A loud noise suddenly came from outside the palace, and a slight vibration came from afar. Then a burst of thick smoke rose into the sky. It only took a short moment, and then several explosions were heard from other directions.
Everyone in the Ancestral Temple was shocked. At this moment, when the list of sacrifices was being read out, such a situation was definitely not a good sign.
Confucians are good at nourishing Qi, but not good at martial arts. So even though they heard the explosion, they didn't know what happened. They didn't know that five of the six departments, including the military aircraft department, were attacked almost at the same time.
Among them, the military, criminal, ceremonial, and official departments suffered a devastating blow. All the documents, along with the ministers, died almost instantly.
"...Sacrifice to gods as if they are here, offer sacrifices to gods as if gods are here, offer sacrifices to heaven and earth as if heaven and earth are here..."
Ruyijiuzhu's expression was calm, and he was still reading out the list of sacrifices. It seemed that his ears could not hear any sounds from outside.
"Hahaha..., a burst of thunderous laughter suddenly broke through the air. In the blink of an eye, a black spot appeared on the horizon and expanded rapidly:
"There is indeed a reason why Confucianism is able to rule the world. Such a big thing happened in the capital city, and you were still able to recite the sacrificial inscription. Zhuang Da drank a toast. Among Confucianists, apart from the Master, you are the most mysterious. Even the three princes are
Not as good as Confucians, who are the best at hiding their clumsiness. I want to see how powerful you Confucian ministers who are helpless can be!"
Amidst the rumbling sound, a figure expanded rapidly and appeared in the sky above the Ancestral Temple. This man's body revealed a strong evil aura. This evil aura condensed into one, which was so strong and terrifying.
Since ancient times, good and evil have been in conflict with each other. This intensity of evil can already suppress the "great righteousness" of the Confucian great Confucians.
"boom!"
The void shook, and then a spear, spinning violently, shot down from the sky with rolling thunder. The spear broke through the air and turned into a black dragon, making a hoarse and shrill roar. A large area of space, one after another,
was crushed.
"In the important place of the Imperial Ancestral Temple, Lord Tianxie, how dare you act so presumptuously!"
A loud shout came from the depths of the palace. In the blink of an eye, a light flashed, and a big green hand, with dragon scales emerging, grabbed it from the depths of the palace. It was about to grab the storm-like spear.
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"boom!"
Just as the big green hand flew out, another big black hand, with devilish energy billowing, penetrated the clouds and grabbed it. Blocking the big green hand.
"Buzz!"
The void shook, and another big hand grabbed out the palace. But soon, the void cracked, and another giant palm with a terrifying aura, and its palm prints appeared like mountains and rivers, also grabbed it and blocked it.
"court death!"
There was a roar of anger in the palace, and in the blink of an eye, more than ten big hands emerged from the deep palace like giant dragons breaking through the sea. But immediately, more powerful arms broke through the void and intercepted them.
"Hmph! No matter how many powerful people there are in the palace, can they be stronger than all the sects in the world?"
A voice said coldly. After saying this, all the palms pressed down together and immediately crushed the palms protruding from the palace one by one.
No matter how strong the foundation of the royal family is, it cannot be stronger than the union of all the sects in Liuhe Bahuang. If the royal family is so strong, I am afraid that the sects in the world will not be able to exist until now!
However, the capital city is where the fate of the world gathers, and all the giant palms can no longer press down until they are more than 300 feet away from the imperial city.
In the Ancestral Temple, this sudden change immediately shook the place.
"Quick! Protect everyone!"
The guards of the Imperial Ancestral Temple exclaimed. Without the slightest hesitation, one by one, the guards rose into the air and flew into the sky. The Confucian emperor's wine ceremony does not have any martial arts skills at all. Once the spear falls, I am afraid that all the emperor's wine sacrifices will be destroyed.
They will all be destroyed in one day.
"boom!"
In just one moment, all the flying guards, including the armor on their bodies, were crushed to pieces by the power contained in the spear.
"The evil way outside, kill!"
A cold voice, with a murderous aura, came from the deep inside the Ancestral Temple. The ground shook, and then several figures flew out with lightning. Each of them had the cultivation level of half a life star. Among them
Several people are just a little short of being able to knit their true energy into one. It can be said that the concentration of true energy has reached 99%.
"Hahaha, Master Tianxie, I'm coming!"
With a long laugh, a figure in plain robes, hidden in the clouds and mist, suddenly broke through the void and appeared in the imperial city. He just punched out, and the person flew out. A guard named Taimiao immediately flew out.
This man is none other than the contemporary leader of Wanxiang, Makino Cang! With a flip of his palm, the billowing Qi, like a storm, pressed down towards the Ancestral Temple.
"well!--"
On the altar, the sound of reading the sacrificial text stopped abruptly, and with a long sigh, Zhuang Sichen, whose eyes were old and full of Confucian wine, finally raised his head and looked at the sky.
At this moment, his eyelids blinked, and a white light that was more dazzling than the sun burst out from his eyes, and the whole world suddenly turned into a dazzling day.
"boom!"
The next moment, an aura of righteousness that shook the world, the universe, and even the sun and the moon eclipsed it, soared into the sky. After contracting for a while, it suddenly expanded, covering the entire upper capital city in an instant, and radiating thousands of miles outward!