When I saw the bright moon in the basin with the moon cake in my hand just now, it may be a rare highlight moment since Emperor Yuande began to seek immortals in his later years, and he has never held the gift of immortality in his hand once.

Even when I saw the auspicious sky on the night of the Chinese New Year's Eve, I only saw the flowers blooming in the garden, which was appreciable but unreachable, and the mooncakes were really visible, touchable, and edible.

The moment the moon cake melted into the water without a trace, Emperor Yuan De's heart was even blank for a moment.

"It's... Widows... This...... How is this good? How is this good......

The old emperor was confused in front of the rare ministers at this moment, looking at this basin, there was no turbidity at all, not even a trace of moon cake dregs.

He had a feeling that as soon as the mooncake entered the water, it was really gone.

Emperor Yuan De looked at the old eunuch not far away.

"The widow didn't catch it?"

Seeing the emperor looking at him, the old eunuch on one side was only frightened, and whispered again and again: "The old slave doesn't know, the old slave doesn't know......"

"Didn't catch it... Didn't catch ......"

Emperor Yuande looked at his right hand, which was still trembling slightly, and then returned to his senses, and suddenly looked at the Taichang envoy in the hall.

was also stunned by the words of the original, but suddenly realized that it was as if ice water was pouring cold all over his body, for fear that the emperor would anger him.

"Yan Aiqing, you only have one moon cake?"

How dare he tell the truth, even if he tells the truth, he can't change another moon cake, so he can only kneel on the ground and knock in a hurry.

"Your Majesty! This is a gift from the immortals, it is rare to have such a copy in the world, how can Weichen leave it and how dare to leave it!"

Seeing that Taichang's words were sincere enough, and he did offer the moon cake given by the immortals just now, in all fairness, if they get along in a different place, not many people can give this moon cake.

Looking at the ministers in the court, they were silent one by one, and even those officials who usually spoke against the Dharma did not speak, Emperor Yuande swept his eyes around, and finally returned to Yan Chang.

Seeing the other party kneeling on the ground as if he had made some big mistake, the depression in Emperor Yuande's heart was nowhere to be sprinkled, and it took a long time to suppress his irritability.

"Yan Aiqing get up, you offer the moon cakes given by the immortals, reward a hundred taels of gold, give a pair of imperial calligraphy and painting scrolls, the matter of the water and land festival, Yan Aiqing and the Aiqing of the Ministry of Rites have to work hard......"

"Yes!" "Yes!"

Yan Chang got up, and several ministers of the Ministry of Rites on the side received orders one after another, and they were also relieved in their hearts, it doesn't matter if they are rewarded or not, and it is the greatest luck not to be asked.

"Retreat. ”

After saying this, Emperor Yuande stood up, and the old eunuch on one side said in a loud voice.

"Retreat~~~Towards ~~~"

When the old eunuch wanted to hurry up with the emperor and leave, he saw the latter squinting and glancing at himself and the dragon chair, and suddenly understood, beckoned to the two little eunuchs on the side and pointed to the copper basin.

"Take it up and take it, don't spill a drop!"

"Yes!"

The two little eunuchs stepped forward, lifted the copper basin and carefully drove away.

There were courtiers in the hall who looked at each other, those who were curious, and some people came over to greet Yan Chang in the same way, and even those officials left directly after looking at Yan Chang with cold eyes.

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On August 20, a new round of laurels has been announced, but in Gyeonggi Province, the grandest event is naturally the 70th birthday of Emperor Yuande, and it is also the beginning of that huge water and land puja.

Before this day, there had already been a Yuhuai Mountain monk Yufeng or a cloud to come to Gyeonggi Mansion, and now on the outskirts of the capital, it is rare to have at least twenty or thirty real immortal cultivators present.

It's just that everyone knows the process of the festival in advance, and they won't show up for the first few days.

Early in the morning of this day, many idle people and some people who gathered in Beijing from all over Dazhen just to watch the excitement rushed to the east of the city.

The huge altar is so striking that it is taller than many buildings in the Gyeonggi Prefecture, and there are not many buildings that can compete with the main altar in the open space of the festival venue in the east of the city.

Ji Yuan, like many good deeds, rushed to the east of the city with the flow of people, and when he arrived at the place, he was already shoulder to shoulder.

"Hey, don't squeeze it!" "Where is the emperor, have you gone to the stage?"

"I don't know, the forbidden army over there is separated, maybe they haven't gone up yet, right?"

"Oh, this platform is too high, I can't see anything from above!"

"yes, I can only see those mages on stage for a while. ”

"What's the point of this?" "It's okay, what about nine days, those sub-stations are not high. ”

"Hey, don't make any noise, look over there, are the mages coming?"

"So many weird-looking, it must be!"

......

Ji Yuan swayed to the left and then to the right, in fact, there was a lot of chatter, there was no viewing point, today's day, flying into the air is definitely not suitable, and there is no tower around to see, but there is some inexplicable envy of those "contestants".

At this moment, the Sanzhang high platform was blocked by a large number of forbidden troops with guns and halberds, so that the people could not get close to the Dharma platform within 20 zhang, and those mages who had gathered from all over Dazhen were coming from all directions together.

Emperor Yuande's imperial edict said that there is no limit to monks, Taoism, Confucianism and vulgarity, as long as they are high-ranking people, they can come here, so the number of people is really a lot, and there are all kinds of things.

Some are monks, some are Taoists, some are dressed in strange clothes and have strange hair colors, and there are not a few who look like dwarfs or burly giants.

At this moment, when the people saw this group of "mage masters", their emotions immediately became excited, and there was not much awe.

"Look, the one over there, his face is painted the same as the one who sings, and he's also a mage?"

"What is this, look at the one on the west side, with so many iron rings on his face, and that one, that hair with a bundle of knives like ......"

"Over there, over there, that mage has a true self!"

"Oh, it's really, really high, with such a big snake wrapped around his body!"

......

While the people were discussing, the officials of the Si Tianjian and the officials of the Ministry of Rites on the high platform also looked at the mages below at the edge.

Yan Chang looked at these strange people, and couldn't help but rub his forehead, until he saw that there were two beggars, an old man and a young beggar, in one of the teams, he felt a lot better.

After all the mages stood still, Yan Chang nodded to each other with some of his colleagues, and then gave instructions to the guards on the next step.

The officials slowly retreated to the corresponding position of the high platform, and many guards with strong martial arts stood on the edge of the high platform, and almost at the same moment, they all raised their true qi and raised their chests and drank violently.

"Please come to the stage from all walks of life~~~"

A group of guards roared, and the sound rolled in all directions, and some of the many mages below were even shocked to the point that their ears were "buzzing", or they were arrogant or slightly apprehensive, and they walked towards the stage one after another.

Emperor Yuande, who was sitting in the center of the position above the platform, couldn't help but stand up and looked at the various mages who came up from the other three directions, and the rest of the ministers also got up with him.

"Yan Aiqing, did you say that the immortal who danced the sword under the moon would be here?"

"Uh...... Wechen really doesn't know!"

In the face of the emperor's question, Yan Chang didn't dare to say anything at all, and the emperor didn't really feel that he could get an answer from his mouth, but only relieved some of the tension caused by the sense of anticipation.

When these "mages" all came up, Emperor Yuande's expression suddenly fell from full expectation, and the person also sat back in his position.

For a long time after that, there were some things to be said to the officials of the Ministry of Rites to read out some matters of the waterway puja, which was inevitably a bit lengthy, and many "mages" were drowsy.

"If there is disrespect, the person who abuses the number will be decided!"

On the side, the two internal guards with deep internal skills stood up and shouted and repeated.

"If there is disrespect, the person who is indiscriminate will be killed~~~~!"

All of a sudden, many "mages" woke up.

Yan often held the edict on a yellow background and read it aloud.

"He Dazhen is eternal, and His Majesty is eternal!"

The surrounding forbidden soldiers and guards shouted in unison, and a group of courtiers and relatives of the emperor also spoke in unison.

"He Dazhen is eternal, and His Majesty is eternal!"

The mages in the field felt the eyes of many guards like lightning, and recalled the etiquette session they had been told before, and they also shouted together.

"He Dazhen is eternal, and His Majesty is eternal!"

......

The sound on the platform was rolling, and the forbidden army under the stage also roared together, which made the surrounding area of the platform shrouded in a rich and solemn atmosphere, and even many ordinary people couldn't help shouting together.

Ji Yuan's figure fell on the outside, and he looked up at the sky above the Dharma platform with his hands behind his back, and he naturally saw that it was humane.

In the end, this Dazhen is still not shallow, even if Emperor Yuande begins to fall out of the stupor, it is far from the time when the qi is exhausted. ’

In the midst of this sound, there were naked wrestlers standing in front of the big gong with hammers at the four corners of the Dharma platform, wielding all their strength and swinging the hammer violently.

"When ~~~~~"

The sound of gongs shook the sky, announcing the start of the water and land puja.

After that, there is a more lengthy "spell casting" phase, in which the various mages dance cross-legged or with their hands on the stage, praying to the heavens in their own way to bless Dazhen and the emperor, and cannot leave until the end of the day.

And the emperor himself and a group of ministers left the scene one after another, returning to the palace, returning to the palace, returning to the palace, anyway, what really needs to be paid attention to is the master who has been determined by the cultivation of various monks in the remaining eight days.

The emperor also knew that there must be a lot of people who were indiscriminate, and what he wanted to see was naturally a person with real magical powers.

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In the crowd of mages, the old beggar took the little beggar's hand, glanced coldly at some special existences among the four or five thousand "mages", and then looked down at the table.

At the moment when the aura of humanity was in full bloom, the handwriting like iron paintings and silver hooks on the table was gradually revealed, silently using the aura of humanity to hold the qi of all the "mages", pulling them down to the aura of humanity, and largely blinding their spiritual sense.

"Boom ......"

The sky began to be cloudy at some point, and the thunder flickered in the clouds but it didn't rain, and the oppressive heavenly power made both mortals and demons on the stage feel uneasy.

High above the clouds, there are eight dragons swimming, and this lightning cloud is not only a dragon's magical power, but most of them are pulled by a high platform qi machine.

The high-altitude dragon Jiao used his eyes to look down through the clouds, and on the small pastry-like altar below, an unpredictable calligraphy was shining.

"Click... Boom ......"

A flash of lightning fell from the clouds in the sky and hit the gong directly on the corner of the Dharma platform, causing the surrounding wrestlers and guards to jump away in a hurry, and the "mages" who were close to them were even more panicked.

Some of the ordinary people who were watching around the Fatai saw the lightning and thunder, and they also quickened their pace and went back to their homes, and they couldn't see anything today anyway.

For some reason, the departure of these people has brought even greater uneasiness to many demonic outsiders on the Dharma platform.