With this fall, there was movement in the hall, and Manager Xue hurriedly got up and fell to the ground in a hurry. The door of the temple suddenly opened, a gust of wind poured out of the temple door, a black shadow flashed out, and the dark dust was thrown around, and it was wrapped around the neck of the chief manager Xue, his face was full of horror, his mouth was wide open, and he wanted to shout but could not scream.

The pitch-black figure flashed again, and then pulled the head Xue who was tied to the neck and flew back to the Qingtian Palace, and after a muffled sound, the blood spilled out, staining the door of the hall red. The head Xue who attacked since he was a child finally paid all his life to the Jiang court, and there was even more poetry: "The dog's teeth are secretly lurking in the blood clouds, who is the hard work of the whole life?

And the door of the Qingtian Temple slowly opened, and the Qingyi people looked dignified at this time, and instructed the two Taoist boys: "Wipe off the bloodstains, dispose of the corpses, make proper arrangements, and welcome Your Majesty!" "Yes!" The two Dao Tongs took the order and left, and the Qing Dao people sent someone to invite Emperor Zhengguang, but the person who came reported that His Majesty was delirious and difficult to move, so he asked the national teacher to go to the dormitory to cast a spell.

Qing Yi naturally knew the situation of the little emperor, so he pretended to obey the holy order, and ordered the incense altar and the sacrifices and the one hundred and eight heavenly lanterns to be transported to the palace as soon as possible, and then arranged according to the arrangement he requested, and everything was ready, so he also led the child to the emperor's bedroom, repulsed the left and right attendants, and told no one to stay at the door, so as not to disturb the practice.

The order of the national teacher, how dare they disobey, everyone should do it, only the child was left to accompany the Taoist and the Zhengguang Emperor in the palace to open the altar and cast spells, and it was the same as usual A round of magic was done, Emperor Zhengguang's eyes became more and more confused, as if he was drowsy, and Qingyi was standing behind him, his ten fingers were swinging, and the internal force like a red line extended from his fingers to the back of the Zhengguang Emperor's head.

The Taoist recited the incantation in his mouth, the dim light, the scarlet thin line flowed with blood like a meridian, and after the incantation was recited, he jumped again, jumped in front of the Zhengguang Emperor, picked up the wooden sword from the incense altar, put it on his left hand and slapped it on the top of the Zhengguang Emperor's head. The little emperor's eyes were clear again, but his expression was still a little stiff and extremely wooden.

"It's done!" Qing Yiren was ecstatic in his heart, "I want to come to the poor road for more than three years of hard work, and today it will finally come true." Raising the wooden sword, he opened his mouth and asked, "Your Majesty, do you know who you are?" Emperor Zhengguang shook his head slowly, and replied word by word: "No...... Know...... Dao ...... "Qingyi took a half step back, turned over his handprints, moved his ten fingers slightly, and stretched out two fingers to lift up.

The Zhengguang Emperor's limbs seemed to be suspended by silk threads, and he actually stood up with the swing of his fingers. The wrist flipped, the palm was turned and the sleeve was flicked, and the two fingers were pressed down again, and with a "plop", the lord of the Central Plains, the emperor of Jiang State, actually knelt down in front of the Qing people, bowing three times and knocking nine times. Qingyi stroked his beard and smiled: "From today on, you are not only the emperor of the Central Plains, but also the slave of my Chao Eagle Clan. ”

"Yes......" Emperor Zhengguang replied stupidly.

Qing Yi people also ordered: "Tomorrow is the pilgrimage ceremony, I want Your Majesty to cede the throne to me on top of the ceremony, in front of the civil and military officials! Do you understand?" "Understand ......" The night is getting darker, and the laughter of Qing Yi people echoes throughout the palace.

Before dawn on the second day, a large number of officers and soldiers appeared inside and outside the palace, not only the Imperial Forest Army belonging to the palace, but also the Chengtian Mansion Governor's Army and the City Guard, as well as the Long Xiang Fei Army and the Iron Fire Cavalry, which were responsible for protecting the safety of the Beijing Division, a total of 15,000 soldiers and horses.

The pilgrimage ceremony is an annual event, from the Son of Heaven down to the local state capital, so there is no room for error, and if there is a slight difference, the officials in charge of this matter will definitely be in danger. When the time comes, all civil and military officials wear court clothes and lead up to three retinues to enter the palace with treasures in their hands, while officials from various local state capitals wear official uniforms to meet them.

On this day, the people also reduced their going out, but they still couldn't stop their curiosity, and they opened their windows one after another, standing at the windows and looking at the majestic and magnificent palace and the annual grand occasion. And the three of them also came to Ying Wuji's mansion as promised, changed into the outfits of their entourage, and brought the red-skinned treasure box, and Ying Wujian ordered people to prepare four white horses and wait at the door. He changed into the purple fur dragon robe, put on the purple gold winged crown, and led the three of them to turn over and get on the horse, and rushed to the palace.

Four white horses tread the wind and clouds, dressed in red and smiling in the autumn breeze, heroic and heroic hidden swords, but they made meritorious contributions in the world. From afar, I saw that the vermilion wall seemed to be embedded in the golden brick treasure land, the eaves were like swallows, the attics overlapped, and the loops were several miles, endlessly. The mocking wind looks down on the world, and the swagger carries the common people. The grand main entrance was wide enough to accommodate four carriages. There is a gold plaque on a black background hanging above the main gate, which is written in three magnificent characters of "Zhengyangmen".

In front of the door, he was wearing heavy armor, black armor covering his face, and holding a golden halberd, overlapping each other to block the way. Look inside, there are three Zhu gates, each door is guarded by this black armor and golden halberd guard, seeing the four people riding horses and scolding: "Who is coming, quickly dismount, the inner courtyard of the palace, no wanton galloping!"

"Bold!" Ying Wujian said with a smile, "Open your dog's eyes and take a good look, who is this king?!" Ying Wujian scolded as he took it out

The token of the king of Tanglin, the iron guard has seen

, hurriedly knelt down and bowed down and said: "See the prince!" "Don't hurry up and let the open line go!" Ying Wu shouted loudly, but the iron guard lowered his head and hesitated: "Lord, the palace stipulates that no matter who the civil and military officials are, as long as they enter the Zhengyang Gate, they must dismount and walk, and they will ...... the prince."

Ying Wujian snorted coldly, waved the horsewhip in the air, and with a crisp sound, it split through the sky, frightening the two iron guards to shiver, Ying Wujian pointed at the iron guard who was blocking him and asked: "You are the subordinates of Situ Chong, the commander of the Imperial Forest Army, and you dare to stop this king, who in this world does not know that the saint has given this king to hang his sword and sword to go to the palace, how can he care about this king's horse Zhengyang Gate? If he doesn't let it go and delays his king's participation in the pilgrimage ceremony, who can afford it? At that time, he will let Situ Chong severely punish him!"

Seeing it in their eyes, the three of Dao Xueke all hated the wanton behavior that should be harmless, ignoring the royal law and gritting their teeth. But because it was difficult for him to tear his face at this time, he had to remain silent and swallow the anger in his stomach.

When the iron guard heard this, he was already frightened, and hurriedly abandoned the golden halberd, and bowed and begged for mercy again and again: "The crimes of his subordinates deserve death, and I hope that the prince will forgive his sins!" and quickly picked up the golden halberd that was thrown aside, got up with a bone, and shouted back to his height: "The prince enters the palace, let him go quickly-" The four of them continued to rush towards the palace.

The black-armored iron guards along the way raised their golden halberds one after another, knelt down and bowed: "Welcome the prince into the palace, the prince is a thousand years old and a thousand years old!" Dao Xueke and Chu Qing'an walked side by side, and Chu Qing'an said in a low voice: "I didn't expect Ying Wuji's reputation in the court to be so high. Dao Xueke smiled and said: "What kind of prestige, it is clearly obscene." According to the way he looks, it's not strange if you're not afraid!"

The two snickered in a low voice, Liu Yuanjun glanced back, did not stop, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Instead, Ying ran ahead without a horse and led the three of them to the pilgrimage altar in front of the Xuantian Temple.

The pilgrimage altar is about one zhang and two feet high, and it is three hundred and sixty steps away in front of the Xuantian Temple, and the distance to the square gate is seven hundred and twenty steps. Xuantian Hall is a hall dedicated to the first emperor's incense and tokens, and the hall is full of everlasting lamps. The pilgrimage altar was surrounded by a white jade fence, leaving only the stone steps up and down. There are two generations of ancestors on the altar and the name of heaven and earth, the spirit seat is full of cattle, sheep, melons and fruits in front of the altar, one to pay tribute to the ancestors, the other to worship heaven and earth. Therefore, it is called a pilgrimage ceremony.

Chu Qing'an and the three of them rushed all the way to the Xuantian Hall with Ying Wuji, tilting their little heads and staring at the magnificent scenery in the palace with a pair of starry eyes. She has never seen the palace, and has only been to the Tanglin Palace a few times, only to feel that it is extremely magnificent, but although the palace is called the small palace, it is still a lot worse than the forbidden palace of the Chengtian Mansion. Yiye Jianmen is already a big business, but in front of this palace, it is like a broken house.

Pavilions and pavilions, eaves carved beams, heavy buildings are covered, paintings are overlapped, the colorful glazed tiles shine in the sun, undulating in waves, flying dragons surround the eaves, golden scales and golden armor, teeth and claws, as if the next moment is going to take off. The mocking wind lies on the tiles, proud of the world, hidden in the clouds and mist. The monument is carried in front of the palace, and the people are inscribed.

Solemn and magnificent, atmospheric and exquisite, the Zhumen overlaps, the jade bridge is intertwined, in the deep palace, there are thirty-six red pillars, the golden dragon is coiled, standing on the top of the sky, under the dome, ethereal and illusory, such as across the clouds. The birds are exquisitely clear, the white jade is carved, the beasts are magnificent, and the bronze is cast. The gold is splendid, the carved railings are painted, there are still nine dragons playing with pearls on the dome, and there is a fist-sized night pearl hanging in the middle. Shining like the moon.

Guqin trickling, bells dingdong, jade and white jade, can be seen everywhere, gold and silver, as loess, glazed tiles, vermilion lacquer door, gold and jade carved dragon throne trapped how many ancient emperors dream, how many red dust pretty women are drunk in the pearl powder tent, surrounded by clear ponds, white jade bridges, cigarette curling, charming people.

You can vaguely see the singing and dancing on the Jinluan Palace, the clothes and skirts fluttering, the beautiful women are like dreams, the bells are ringing, the music is echoing, and the beams are endless. A few wisps of incense wafted out of the incense burner, and the smoke filled the palace. The crystal pearl bead curtain was rolled up layer by layer, the big red palace robe floated out, and the golden lotus was born in steps, looking back, there was a touch of deep worry in the deep palace in the clear eyes.

Spruce for beams, crystal for lamps, gold for mirrors, pearls for powder. Shark silk green Luo tent, silver embroidered begonia flowers, the wind rises green shirt moves, the skirt flutters, wafts out bursts of fragrance, the ground is paved with white jade, embedded gold beads, barefoot on it is warm and peaceful, if the water flows for a long time, endlessly.

The glimmer is light, and the fog dissipates. An autumn wind whipped up dust and the sound of horses' hooves was crisp. When I came to the Xuantian Temple, I saw a high altar made of jade in it, which was the pilgrimage altar. Look at the surroundings again, the square vermilion lacquer wall, there are towers at each of the four corners, and the north side of the pilgrimage altar is the Xuantian Temple, where the flag hunting, the civil and military officials have already gathered here, the hands are held, and the piles under the feet are all rare treasures, which they have searched for with great difficulty. Just to be able to stand out in the pilgrimage ceremony.

This pilgrimage ceremony is not an ordinary court or sacrifice, the hundred officials and then offer treasures at the same time, all of them want to play chess high, compete for the first place, this matter seems to have become an unwritten rule, can not only compare colleagues but also to please the emperor, leave a good impression, maybe in the future can be promoted a few levels. Naturally, they went to great lengths to search for treasures, but none of them overwhelmed the limelight, no

Not only can he not be promoted, but even the lives of his entire family cannot be saved.

The four of them turned over and dismounted, and Ying Wujian led the three of them to the altar with the red leather treasure box in their hands. The officials were chatting happily, and when they saw Ying Wujian coming, they hurriedly patted their colleagues beside them, and the audience immediately bowed down and shouted in unison: "Welcome to the prince, the prince is a thousand years old, a thousand years old, a thousand years old!" That scene was not inferior to worshipping the emperor.

It's just that a few officials don't kneel, they just straighten their backs and put their hands behind their backs, and they don't even look at Na Ying Wu, snorting coldly and disdainfully. One of them was the Tai Lieutenant Zhang Boye, who was over seventy years old that year. "There are still old stubborn bones in the court, how can they bend their knees to traitors?"

Ying Wuxi didn't care, and he didn't say anything, just stroked his beard and squinted at the three of Dao Xueke, and waved his hand again. When the officials saw this scene, they looked at each other before they dared to get up. Soon the field was noisy again, the ceremony had not yet begun, and Shang Ye was idle, and it was normal to talk about pleasantries. Ying looked around without illness and saw that outside the square door, there was clearly a murderous aura rising, hiding a knife soldier, intending to catch him and put him to death.

And Dao Xueke also glanced around smartly, and then whispered to the second daughter beside him: "I am afraid that there will be a fierce battle today." We are afraid that we will deal with more than one person. "What does Brother Xue mean by this?" Chu Qing'an hurriedly asked. Liu Yuanjun followed his gaze and looked out of the square gate, and when he saw that there seemed to be swords and soldiers, he smiled knowingly: "It seems that the Holy Lord has already prepared today, we just need to act when the opportunity arises." ”

The three of them waited for the main hall to begin, and after about half an hour, a father-in-law walked out of the Xuantian Palace. When the officials saw this person, they only felt that their faces were angry, so they chattered and talked about it: "In the past, the pilgrimage ceremonies were all presided over by His Majesty's close ministers and Xue Gonggong, the head of the Internal Affairs Office, why did he change people this year?" Zhang Boye and the others were also uneasy, only to feel that today's affairs were not as easy as expected. Someone whispered: "You don't know yet, I heard that Grandpa Xue is missing, I can't see anyone alive, I can't see the corpse dead, I think it's eighty percent, it's gone." ”

The ministers talked for a while, and the eunuch who was born walked up the jade steps, climbed the pilgrimage altar, put the dust on his shoulder, cleared his throat, and shouted: "It's quiet for our family." The ceremony is about to begin, and the ministers return to their positions—"Although the hundred officials were suspicious in their hearts, according to the usual practice, the civil and military officials divided into two teams, lined up in a square formation, piled up the treasures they had offered at their feet, slightly dressed up, and raised the wat board, while the local officials humbly put their hands on their knees, bowed their bodies, and stood on both sides.

The eunuch glanced at the hundred officials, coughed lightly, and shouted in a sharp voice: "The auspicious time has come, and the pilgrimage ceremony begins—the ritual music begins—" and with an order, the court musicians in front of the Xuantian Hall played drums in unison. Chimes jingle bells, drums rumble, one clear and one turbid, one thin and one thick, but they blend with each other and are extremely harmonious.

The sound of the horn is raised, twelve horns and horns, seventy-two small drums, thirty-six large drums, a complete set of chimes are raised together, heroic and magnificent, desolate and magnificent, mixed with the biting cold wind in late autumn, the officials heard the sound and felt nostalgic, this pilgrimage ceremony has another point, that is, let the civil and military officials be prepared for danger in peace, and always recall the pain of war.

The desolate sound gradually dissipated, and it turned into a neutral and elegant court music, and the mood of the officials also improved slightly. When the sound of the musical instrument echoed on the field, the eunuch shouted loudly according to the regulations: "Welcome to the national teacher, and all officials worship!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone was in an uproar. According to the regulations of previous years, at this time, it should be to welcome the holy car and worship hundreds of officials, but now and in the past, it was suddenly changed to welcome the national teacher, and this arrangement is obviously a big rebellion and a suspicion of usurpation. The hundred officials hesitated and looked at each other, the officials of the local state government were lowly and had to kneel down after hesitating, but the ministers of the court and the central government were suspicious and refused to worship.

The eunuch explained this scene: "This is the oracle of the Holy Lord, the national teacher is above ten thousand people, the most powerful minister, the meritorious service, should be worshiped by the hundred officials, before the holy car, the lords, do not worship? ”

Seeing this, the three of Dao Xueke had no choice but to kneel down in order not to reveal their identities. But Ying Wujian saw that the emperor could still not kneel, let alone the demon way? It's just that Ying Wujian covered the sky with one hand, and he had never been treated like this, and he was worshiped by hundreds of officials before the pilgrimage ceremony in the holy car, which was clearly a rebellious act, and it was really Sima Zhao's heart, and everyone knew it.

Ying Wujian saw it in his eyes, his heart was angry, his fists were clenched behind him, his teeth were clenched, his eyes were on fire, and he was about to get rid of that Qingyi person. But he glanced at the three Dao Xueke who were kneeling beside him, and his anger was half gone, knowing that he must not interfere in this matter, and he should use this Dao Xueke who thought he was saving all people.

And the sedan chair from the Xuantian Palace, lifted by twelve officers and soldiers together, waiting on both sides of the two Taoist children, Qingyi people sat cross-legged on the Luan sedan chair, the two palms turned up, overlapped on the legs, eyes slightly closed, wearing a seven-star robe, wearing a crown of purple and gold phoenix wings, the hair fluttered with the wind, and slowly walked out of the Xuantian Hall with the sedan chair.

When the hundred officials saw that the Taoist was riding in a sedan chair, they were dumbfounded and puzzled, and the eunuch immediately explained: "By the grace of the saint, the national teacher is given the sword to go to the palace, and the court does not worship, and he takes the son of heaven to drive, and receives the gift of the hundred officials, and enjoys the respect of the ninety-five." ”