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Chapter 450 Worship at Yueshan
Moon Mountain.

It looks like a waning moon from above. After Liu Zixiu's cemetery was given to this place by the Xia royal family, the surrounding Feng Shui was adjusted so that the entire mountain jade complemented the nearby imperial tombs.

There are acres and acres of pine forests on the mountain, which keep it green all year round. Except for the mausoleum on the top of the mountain, most of the entire mountain has always been open to the public. In recent hundreds of years, countless literati and poets have visited The most famous scenery on the mountain is a large waterfall facing east in the south.

The source of the waterfall is the Nonghe River, so this mountain actually has the function of buffering the difference in terrain between the north and the south. When Zhenyang Mountain was still there, the north-south convection air kept the nearby area at a suitable humidity all year round, and it was warm all year round. The changes have been great, making the regional ecology very complex. Although it is not suitable for living, it is suitable for tourism.

The mountains on both sides of Zhenyang Mountain have now been cleaned up. Under the impact of temperatures from the north and south, the temperature in Yueshan Mountain has changed slightly. In previous years, thick cotton-padded clothes were worn here in February, but this year it was a bit hot to wear thick cotton-padded clothes.

No, many people gathered in Yuequan Town at the foot of Yue Mountain today had misjudged the weather. They were all wrapped in cotton-padded clothes, which made them sweat all over. There were basically long lines of people changing clothes outside nearby residents' houses.

This is a preview of the worship ceremony that will be held early tomorrow morning. The tens of thousands of people gathered in the town at this moment are all representatives of various parties who will follow Wang Ping to the top of Yueshan Mountain tomorrow. Among them, the largest number of people are from local aristocratic families.

The noisy rehearsal lasted all day. Just after midnight in the evening, the town became extremely quiet, because tonight we couldn't drink and have fun as usual. The wine shops and restaurants closed at noon, and there was a person every two feet on the street. Soldiers holding halberds, there are also teams specially patrolling ordinary alleys.

A quiet night.

At around 9 o'clock in the morning, the deserted and dark town suddenly became lively. The streets and alleys were brightly illuminated by plain white lanterns. It seemed that in just the blink of an eye, tens of thousands of people appeared on both sides of the main street of the town. They stood at yesterday's preview. Where I was standing, I endured the cold wind in the early morning.

At three o'clock in the morning, the fog in the mountain stream had disappeared, the clouds in the sky were clear, and the sun reflected the worship procession that stretched for more than ten kilometers on the mountain road extremely brightly.

After more than 20 years, Wang Ping not only came to his senior brother's grave in an upright manner, but also allowed hundreds of thousands of people to mourn with him.

When Wang Ping led many monks through the main street of the town with eight-character steps, tens of thousands of people who had been waiting on both sides for a long time followed behind with their eyelids lowered. Behind them were hundreds of thousands of people from nearby towns, all of whom Wearing plain clothes, they were more solemn and solemn than the people from the aristocratic families in the city, and some even knelt on the ground.

At the end of Mao Shi, the huge team, led by Wang Ping, finally climbed the steps to the top of Yueshan Mountain. This was a step paved with rocks. Each rock was one foot wide, and every ten rocks were There were two armor-clad soldiers wearing white-feathered helmets standing on both sides.

Fortunately, as the number of people gradually increased, a lot of the chill was dissipated. Otherwise, some elderly people would definitely be infected with the wind and cold after such tossing. Moreover, special monks have arranged constant temperature arrays in some places, and they will be on time at 3:30 a.m. started.

Therefore, Wang Ping's steps subconsciously accelerated a lot, and he would not have any rest time, which was a pain for some elderly people in their seventies.

Behind Wang Ping are Wu Quan, Gan Xing, Zhi Gong, Huai Mo, Hu Yin, Shan Wei and Zhang Xinghuai, followed by Zuo Xuan, Liu Shuang, Zhao Yu'er and other second-level monks and entry-level monks.

At the same time, at the southern entrance of the town, with the sound of low-pitched ritual music, a mighty procession began to enter the city. The leader was Wang Ping, who was wearing a gorgeous blue wide-sleeved Taoist robe. He held a fly whisk in his right hand and a whisk in his left hand. Holding a prayer written on fine silk, Yulian had gorgeous ribbons on his body, and soaring clouds surrounded him.

Before he knew it, it was daybreak. Wang Ping was counting the time in his mind. He needed to arrive at the grave of his second senior brother Liu Zixiu on the top of the mountain by Si Shi San. He still had close to two hours. If he were an ordinary person, let alone Reaching the top of the mountain is a bit difficult, and even reaching the mountainside is a bit difficult.

The cemetery has indeed been renovated, and there are already people kneeling on both sides, including young people, all of whom are disciples of Zhonghui College. When Wang Ping climbed onto the high platform of the cemetery, an official shouted to the people behind him: "Stop! "

Wu Quan, Zhi Gong and others behind him immediately stopped, and then heard another ceremony officer behind him shouting repeatedly: "Stop!"

But within a moment, tens of thousands of people stopped together, causing bursts of dull sounds. When the official's voice fell, Zhang Xinghuai walked out of the team abruptly, holding a copy of "Humanity" in his hand and climbed up the steps, standing behind Wang Ping.

Some of the students kneeling on both sides of the tombstone recognized Zhang Xinghuai immediately. Some of them were happy, while others were full of resentment.

Wang Ping took two more steps forward, flicked the fly whisk in his hand, and stared at the tombstone for a long time. When Zhang Xinghuai knelt down to salute, he opened the prayer in his hand and read out:
"On the fourth day of the second lunar month in the fifth year of Yongxing's reign, I gave my condolences to the saint Zhonghui:

It has been more than two hundred years since the saint left his hometown in the 14th year of Baoyuan and went to the capital to study. In recent years, the way of "Zhonghui" has become popular, with tens of millions of students.

Now that the divine weapon has been replaced, I, together with my disciples and the people of Chu, have placed the incense table on the top of the Moon Mountain to worship the saint's spirit and look forward to the saint..."

The prayer in Wang Ping's hand contains thousands of words, describing Liu Zixiu's achievements, the expectations of all people in the world, and asking Liu Zixiu to protect the country of Chu and so on.

After reading the prayer, Wang Ping straightened his mind and put the prayer in his hand on the incense table prepared in advance. Then he heard the ceremony officer shout: "Bow!"

Wang Ping took a step back, clasped his fists and bowed to him.

Except for the Third Realm monks who were of the same generation as Wang Ping, everyone else knelt down and bowed down. Zhang Xinghuai next to him, after bowing down, murmured: I have failed my master and failed to do the 'way of benefit'. I will do it for all people. road! "

After he finished speaking, he did not wait for the call from the etiquette officer, and kowtowed heavily again, causing some nearby students to look at each other angrily.

"Goodbye!"

The etiquette officer shouted again.

After praying like this three times, a golden stream of light fell next to Wang Ping on Zhenyang Mountain.

It was Xiaoshanfujun's magical consciousness. After he stood still, he solemnly bowed, and then a brilliant golden stream of light appeared in the sky, dyeing the clouds and the earth golden.

The tens of thousands of people who participated in the worship on the mountain clearly felt the warmth of the divine magic coming to them. They subconsciously prayed in a low voice. When the power of the incense and the golden stream of prayer were intertwined, dozens of people were silently praying. Their bodies and souls were swallowed up by the golden stream of light.

Wang Ping instinctively resisted the erosion of his soul by divine magic, and at the same time subconsciously wanted to salute Xiaoshanfujun's divine consciousness, when he suddenly sensed a black light flashing at the end of the eastern sky.

When he turned his head, he saw that the sky to the east had become dark, as if the sky had been stripped away!

This distance is at least several thousand kilometers.

It's the direction of Pingzhou Road!

(End of this chapter)