"The Fools have a really bad reputation...it seems like everyone doesn't like them very much."
Paimon, who was hanging far behind the traveler, was breathing heavily and whispered into the girl's ear, "It seems that the Qianyan Army at Yujing Terrace ahead is about to issue an announcement. I don't know how Miss Ningguang plans to explain it."
The traveler and Paimon finally arrived at the venue for the Immortal Deliverance Ceremony, but were shocked by the huge crowds of people around the venue. They finally found an empty spot with a higher sight line and a better viewing angle, where they could clearly see the center of the venue.
In the middle of the square, there are large and small long altar tables, and the square incense burner usually placed at the altar has been moved to the front of the altar, but the eternal incense has not yet been inserted. The dust-free bells and night-stopping stones are placed on both sides, as if
Waiting for the auspicious time to come.
There are several plates of offering fruits and candlesticks placed on both sides on the offering table. In front of the offering fruits are large bowls of wine and dishes. The rising incense is full of the aroma of neon flowers, its smell is soft but long-lasting.
It never disperses, like mist, hazy and ethereal.
Both sides of these tributes were filled with bouquets of colorful clothes presented by the people of Liyue one after another.
Today's neon flowers are extremely bright and bright, covering almost the entire area on both sides of the table.
Sergeant Qianyan, who was in charge of propaganda work, stood in the center of the round arch in front of Yujing Tower, holding an edict and reciting loudly:
"An official announcement from the Seven Stars: Everyone needs to know that flying dragons and flying lins will eventually come to an end. The emperor's immortal book has the destiny of the sun and moon to protect the world for thousands of years. However, due to the spying of the enemy country, Liyue suffered a disaster from the ancient demon god, and the emperor was executed.
After exterminating evil spirits, he was seriously injured and his soul returned to heaven. There are many rumors and rumors in the streets, but they are not true. Therefore, I would like to tell all the people in Liyue not to listen to rumors and make assumptions..."
The announcement drawn up by Qixing did not explain the causes and consequences of the demon god's resurrection, but only explained the reason for the emperor's death. This is also something that the people of Liyue already know. After all, as long as they are not blind, anyone can see the whirlpool demon god on the Yunlai sea.
And the dragon body of the emperor fell from the sky.
There was no condemnation of fools or hostile sanctions in the obituary. It seemed to be just an ordinary announcement.
"...Ying, can you help me translate it, what exactly does Qixing's announcement say?"
Listening to the sermons of the Qianyan Army soldiers, Paimon gradually lost focus and completely gave up his intention to interpret on his own.
"The simple explanation is that the emperor did not die of an assassination, but was seriously injured and died while fighting the devil."
"Ah...Miss Ningguang actually chose this kind of rhetoric..."
Paimon couldn't help but clicked his tongue, but the traveler felt that Qixing's explanation was a bit perfunctory. Just as he was about to say something, he suddenly heard several ancient bells coming from the direction of Yiyan Palace. They were melodious and resounded throughout the sky.
, one sound is stronger than the other.
The noisy whispers among the crowd of onlookers in the square gradually died down, and everyone's eyes moved over. The Qianyan Army soldiers lined up neatly along the wooden temporary plank road, opening up the road to Yiyan Palace.
The door of the palace opened, and the first person to step out was Tianquan Ningguang, the current supreme ruler of Liyue. Behind her were two figures of a man and a woman, walking side by side.
The man was dressed in a snow-white sacrificial robe, and the delicate bells in his black hair made a pleasant sound as he walked. The hairband blew over his white neck with the breeze, and the long and wide cuffs were embroidered with complex embroidery.
The ancient golden patterns and the dainty glow at the end of the eyes prove the identity of the other party.
Mr. Zhongli, the guest guest at the Hall of Rebirth.
The woman is wearing a black hooded cloak, with a dark purple fluttering neon skirt underneath. A faintly visible turquoise long sword covered with cracks hanging from her waist appears to be spliced together. The figure of this person is traveling.
The woman looked familiar, but she was far away and could not see her face clearly. All she could feel was her quiet and firm breath. She held three pillars of eternal life incense in both hands and walked forward solemnly step by step.
It wasn't until a breeze blew by that the hood opened a few gaps, revealing the cat-ear-shaped hair accessories, and the traveler discovered that the person holding the incense was actually Yuheng Xingqing, who had always opposed theocratic rule.
And in a place where travelers can't see, the two men named Hou Zhang and Hut are standing on the edge of the crowd and looking into the Yiyan Hall; Grandma Ping, who usually sells tea on the stone steps, is missing today;
The young man in green clothes sitting in front of him was sitting on the edge of the cliff at the highest point of Tianheng Mountain, looking at the ceremony of sending immortals in Liyue Port from a distance.
The current owner of the Yanshang Teahouse disguised himself as a Xumi explorer and mingled with the crowd watching the ceremony. For the first time, Phil Godette, the owner of Wangshu Inn, and Huaian, the shopkeeper, did not stay in the inn, but stayed in the Yiyan Palace like ordinary people.
Line up outside to offer incense.
Ji Fang, the owner of Wanwen Collection, Huixin, the secretary of Yuehai Pavilion, and Buyun, the guide of Qunyuge Pavilion, Tide Tide, the sailor of North Pier, Bibo, the owner of the black market, Linlang, the owner of Xiguju, Ivanovich, the businessman of Zhidong, and the owner of Wanyou Shop
Come on...
Countless travelers, both familiar and unfamiliar, came to the ceremony and silently bid farewell to the Emperor Yan who once led Liyue into a glorious era.
Ningguang, Zhongli and Keqing, who presided over the ceremony of sending immortals, walked to the center of the square. According to the rules passed down from ancient times to the present, Ningguang, the leader of the seven stars, should kowtow devoutly on the futon in front of the altar table and bid farewell to the immortal family.
However, Ningguang and Keqing did not move at this time. Tianquanxing even just bowed to take the eternal incense in Keqing's hand, inserted it into the incense burner, and then returned to the original position, looking up at the emperor.
Dragon body.
Ceremonies for inviting immortals are held every year, but ceremonies for sending immortals are not common. It has been a hundred years since Liyue last sent immortals. The complicated rituals will be simplified and dissipated with the passage of time. Nowadays, the younger generation of Liyue is even more
I have never seen a ceremony to send immortals.
But Ningguang is obviously not ignorant of etiquette, but unwilling to kneel down to welcome the era that belongs to humans.
"In Wang Liyue, he towered over the high mountains; when he fell into the mountains and lofty peaks, the clouds were as clear as the blue river; under the sky, he gathered the opposite of the time! It extended to the seven stars and matched the sky; the three sects held the mirror, and the heaven and earth were harmonious; and the good seed was born,
In order to exchange hundreds of gifts, I will introduce this hundred wealth to the emperor for thousands of years!"
Ningguang turned around and looked around, and read out a passage in obscure Liyue ancient language that left many Liyue people confused. The moment Tianquanxing finished speaking, a familiar wave of immortal power came from the crowd watching the ceremony.
Then it was quickly suppressed by another peaceful and righteous force.
By the time the people came to their senses and wanted to see clearly who dared to use force during the emperor's immortal ceremony, the two immortal powers had completely disappeared. People looked at each other, and no one knew what was going on.
The people who were closer to the source of the fluctuations could clearly hear a few reproachful words, which seemed to be something like "You are so impudent, Seven Star Junior, how dare you claim to be worthy of the other world and give birth to a good seed?" and "Hou Zhang, please say less.
, where have your efforts in cultivating qi and breathing gone..."
Ningguang seemed to have anticipated this sudden commotion. After offering incense in front of the Immortal Ancestor Fashu, he retreated to the side and signaled Zhongli with his chin to continue the ceremony.
The delicate fragrance of neon flowers lingered on the tip of everyone's nose. Zhongli sighed slightly, picked up the dust-cleaning bell beside the desk and shook it rhythmically. The attendants standing in all directions of the Guangdian played their instruments, and ancient and passionate carols echoed in the air.
, you can even faintly hear the harmonious sounds coming from the Tianheng Mountains in the distance.
It was the singing of all spirits in Liyue, the elves of plants and trees, the mysterious monsters of the mountains, and even the mountains of Liyue were all whispering along.
From the moment Zhongli shook the dust-cleansing bell, the power of faith that was so huge that it was difficult to look directly at it surrounded the winding body of the dragon. The volume was more majestic than the meat sacrifice ceremony held in the golden room of Yinyuan Hall, and even
It can be said that there is no comparison between the two. The overflowing faith turned into a golden mola shape and kept falling from the sky.
"Mora! Lots and lots of Mora!"
Little Paimon excitedly slapped the traveler's arm, causing others to look sideways.
The torrent of faith cannot be seen by ordinary beings, and the people of Liyue naturally cannot see the golden sea in the sky. They just feel that listening to the singing of Zhongli Keqing and the ceremonial attendant of the Rebirth Hall, there is an unknown feeling of relief all over their body.
"Does Pamon like this funeral so much? How about I organize one for you too?"
At this final moment of witnessing the power of the gods, the traveler and Paimon felt a burning sensation around them at the same time. A familiar young man's voice sounded faintly, and Paimon was so startled that he immediately grabbed his sister's arm.
"Oh my... Long time no see, Paimon is still so cute?"
Then there was a joking sound as warm as the south wind, and an emerald green figure appeared in the traveler's mind, and the two of them turned around suddenly.
What came into view were Famas, who stood side by side with a reluctant look on his face, and Wendy who had an innocent smile on her face.