Chapter 108: White clouds rise from the mountains

At dawn the next day, the team left Danzhou Port. Since it was a saint, the formation was naturally extraordinary. Although various ceremonial guards had not been released, the team that had dragged nearly three miles away, and dense crowds of people were guarding the large carriage in the middle, which looked amazing.

The people of Danzhou City knelt on the ground and respectfully kowtowed to the leaving Emperor. Perhaps this was their first and only chance to see the emperor in their life. As the people of Qing State, no one would want to miss it.

Fan Xian rode his horse and dragged behind the team, looking at the team walking on the official road in the distance with a sad face. He was about to accompany His Majesty to Dadongshan Temple to worship the sky, but his heart was filled with uneasiness and confusion.

Last night, he and Ren Shaoan met privately and realized that the reason why His Majesty chose to worship the sky at Dadong Mountain was not just because His Majesty began to miss the air of freedom. The meeting back then was the sea breeze of Danzhou, but because... The original plan to worship the sky at Kyoto was difficult to deal with.

What difficulties? - No one in the Kyoto Celebration Temple is qualified to preside over such a large ceremony to worship such a heaven!

This is really a ridiculous reason. Qing Kingdom has always believed in swords and weapons, and although it is feared by ghosts and gods, it is far away from it. Especially under the influence of His Majesty, the power of the ascetic monks in the temple is gradually weakening in Qing Kingdom, and the authentic Tianyidao led by Kuhe in the Northern Qi Dynasty was unable to enter the temple system of Qing Kingdom.

However, the only remaining high-ranking priests with high moral character had problems in the past few years. First, the high priest died of old age and injustice after returning to the capital after preaching in the Southern Wilderness.

However, the second sacrifice to Master Sanshi died tragically in the woods outside Kyoto.

Fan Xian could vaguely guess that the death of the priest of Qing Temple should be the secret of His Majesty. However, if you want to sacrifice to the sky, you can really go to Dadong Mountain. After all, it is the most mysterious place in the world that is known as the most temple, and the most mysterious place, and the most incense in the world.

But...is it just because of such a somewhat ridiculous reason?

Fan Xian frowned and followed the team with a frown. The guards of the Saint Carrie were proceeding in an orderly manner. He didn't need to worry too much, especially when he looked at the Long Sword Hu Guards who were sandwiched among the imperial guards and had more than a hundred people, he should be more at ease.

Seven tiger guards can beat Haitang Duoduo. What is the concept of one hundred tiger guards?

He should be relieved, but he is still uneasy. In many people's concepts, Fan Xian is probably a good player who plays conspiracy, but his family knows his own affairs. He understands that his calculations are really not very powerful. The reason why he was able to fight in the south and north Qi in the past was because he had Yan Bingyun's help and Chen Pingping took care of him. The most important thing was... His biggest backstage was the emperor. Using this as a backer, he would not be really afraid of anything when he saw a mountain.

But if the target of a conspiracy is his own backer, Fan Xian thought he was not smart enough to deal with such a big scene.

He saw himself very clearly. So he was extremely careful and sensitive. Thinking of the questions that Chun had been lingering in his heart since yesterday, he felt even more alert.

What a big deal this is when the emperor goes on a patrol. Even though he was floating on the sea and cut off the intelligence network with the Supervisory Office,... Yan Bingyun, the head of the Kyoto Department, must have a way to notify him, and the internal lines of the Qi Nian team have been kept open. Why didn't Yan Bingyun notify him in advance?

He summoned Wang Qinian and asked a few questions. He received the usual reward from the hospital newspaper. He couldn't help scratching his head, and said nothing more. He laughed at himself, feeling that he was too suspicious and a little sick.

It took me a few days to walk by land. Then I saw the lonely seaside, blocking the ten thousand years of sea breeze. It blocked the sunrise in the east, and was lonely and stubborn and pierced into the mountain in the sky like half a piece of jade.

Fan Xian rode a horse and followed the emperor's carriage. He subconsciously set up a cool air flask and squinted at the mountain and praised it. This was the third time he had seen Dadong Mountain by the sea. However, every time he saw it, he could not help but sigh, sighing at the wonders of the creation of heaven and earth.

How can such a magnificent scenery not make people open-minded? In addition to sighing, Fan Xian was also a little regretful and annoyed. He lived in Danzhou for 16 years, but he didn't know that there was such a holy place on earth, otherwise he would have brought Uncle Wuzhu to play often back then.

Although the court enfeoffed the jade excavation in Dadongshan, it was not strictly prohibited from entering the temple to pray for the gods. If Fan Xian had come to play often back then, no one would have stopped him.

But if he was still a child, it would not be so easy to enter Dadongshan today.

Flags were waving at the foot of the mountain, and thousands of people lined up to block the road to the Dadong Mountain. Three days ago, the imperial edict had already reached Dadong Mountain. The sacrificial monks in the temples on the mountain were now waiting for the saints before the mountain gate, while the people who went up the mountain to incense had already been driven down the mountain by the local prefectures and soldiers.

This lonely mountain, thousands of people were calm and quiet at this time, and a depressing and strict atmosphere enveloped the world. All this was just for that person, the number one person in the world.

Eunuch Yao stepped on the Muge and put his formal outfit from the big car. The bright and yellow Emperor helped out out of the car, and the emperor stood on the platform in front of the car.

No one was in command, and thousands of people at the foot of the mountain knelt down, shouting long live the mountain.

The emperor waved his hand calmly and signaled everyone to flatten. After being helped out by Eunuch Yao, he naturally left the eunuch's hand, put his hands behind him, and walked towards the newly repaired and white jade-like mountain gate.

Old Eunuch Hong followed His Majesty.

Fan Xian dragged back a few more steps and calmly paid attention to the situation between the venues.

Walking under the mountain gate, the sacrificial priests respectfully salute the emperor again in their robes, and then hunched their bodies very flatteringly, asking His Majesty to move forward and listen to the will of heaven.

Fan Xian looked at this scene and laughed in his heart. The monks in Qing Kingdom were indeed not as good as those in Northern Qi.

The emperor did not move immediately, looked at the gorgeous mountain gate, and said with a gentle smile: "The first decree is to come to the place of the month. The exact time I came was decided three days ago. The response in the temple was quite fast, but don't disturb the people's livelihood too much. A mountain gate is so gorgeous. Be careful that there is no silver on the east mountain road."

The priests looked embarrassed. The priest of Dongshan Temple explained in a trembling voice: "Your Majesty, it's just a mountain gate. The temple on the peak has not changed at all as it did more than twenty years ago."

The emperor smiled slightly and said, "It's good."

He Yongzhi, the governor of Dongshan Road, who was rushing to serve, wiped the sweat from his forehead and thought to himself that he should not flatter the horse on his legs. Fortunately, His Majesty's words behind him were gentle.

The emperor glanced at the governor, frowned and said, "Didn't I say in my letter to you that I would not come?"

Governor He Yongzhi is one of the seven governors in the world. Although he is slightly weaker than Xue Qing, he can also be called a first-rank minister, but he has no such a big shot in front of the emperor. He smiled bitterly and said, "Your Majesty is hard to leave the capital. It's Dongshan Road again. The officials of the Luzhou Province are both awakened and Rongcai, so how can they not come to serve?"

It is obvious that the seven governors were the most trusted ministers of the Emperor Qing Kingdom. The emperor laughed and scolded: "Get back to your Lizhou, the governor led a government army and do his job well. When will there be fewer people around me who serve..." He glanced at Fan Xian behind him and said: "With Fan Tisi following you, you can go back."

He Yongzhi did not dare to object. He knew that although the Majesty had a gentle face, he always had the same opinion. He did not dare to delay any more. He knelt down and kowtowed, nodded to Fan Xian as saying hello, and then hurriedly led the people back to Lizhou where the Governor's Mansion was located.

Fan Xian looked at him with a smile, without saying a word.

Dadong Mountain is extremely high. If measured by Fan Xiandi, it is at least two thousand meters. Around this mountain, it is a plain. Two sides and one contrast, making it appear that the mountain rises suddenly and towers into the sky. If you want to climb up, everyone will feel heartbroken.

Fortunately, the mountain facing the sea is an extremely smooth jade wall, but the soil life that has been built up on this side of the land has accumulated billions of years. On both sides of the stone steps, grass is overgrown, tall trees are towering, and branches and leaves are like small green fans that cover the sunshine in the summer. Dance with the mountain breeze, like countless small fans, bringing a hint of coolness to the people walking there.

Perhaps it is precisely this quiet and beautiful scenery that gives the people who have added incense to the mountains the courage to walk through this stone steps that seem to never end.

Thousands of imperial guards were deployed under the Dongshan Mountain. As the emperor climbed to the Dongshan Mountain to worship the heaven and earth, it was the old eunuch Hong, Fan Xian, the Minister of Rites and other ministers, and several eunuchs were accompanied by the attendant. More than a hundred tiger guards were also vigilantly scattered around the emperor, but they were not walking on stone steps but on small paths in the mountains, which was more difficult.

Ten thousand stone steps really test people's perseverance and energy. The people call this long stone steps a ladder to climb the sky. Only by climbing up can you appear sincere and treat patients with the magical effect of the Temple of Dongshan.

However, today the people are asking for God. The Tiger Guards who walk in the stone can still support them. Even the eunuchs still seem to have enough strength, but the ministers such as the Minister of Rites and Ren Shaoan could hardly hold on. They didn't care about being embarrassed in front of His Majesty, and they held their waists and gasped.

Fan Xian climbed the mountain and jumped off a cliff since he was a child. Of course, these ten thousand stone steps were not under his words, and even he didn't even breathe. He paid attention to these people and found that the eunuchs who were following the emperor were so slight, and he couldn't help but be shocked. Old Eunuch Hong was of course a monster, and he knew that Eunuch Yao was carrying martial arts, but even the eunuchs who served tea and water were good players, so he had to make him feel that the emperor was indeed a crouching tiger and hidden dragon.

I don’t know how long it took, but the group finally reached the top of the peak. Several priests and several civil officials were weakly collapsed on the ground, and they couldn’t come back for a while.

The emperor looked at these people with a ridiculous look, but he was too lazy to blame anything. He walked to the edge of the cliff on the top of the Dongshan Peak with his sleeves in his arms, looking at the floating clouds in front of the cliff and the sun above the cliff, his face was extremely calm and joyful, as if he had finally achieved or was about to achieve a goal.

Fan Xian followed him, smiled slightly, and saw that the emperor's chest was slightly flushed, his face was slightly red and sweaty. It seemed that although His Majesty was strong, he was not the young man who was fighting in the war field right back then. He just forced himself to endure it for the sake of the emperor's face.

After a while of rest, the accompanying staff began to arrange ceremonies and the very troublesome accommodation and dietary arrangements. The emperor and Fan Xian were still standing on the edge of the cliff. The father and son seemed to be attracted by the wonderful scene at the foot of the Dadong Mountain. They said nothing, but just stared at the front of them in a daze.

In front of them was the sea, the endless sea, but the sea you saw from here was different from the sea you saw on the Danzhou Pier.

The sea in Danzhou is so close but not easy to get close to. It is flat or waved, close to the feet, sounds in the ears, and white foam wets the legs of the trouser legs.

The sea at Dadong Mountain is so far away and cold. Standing by the cliff, you can't hear the roar of the waves. Looking down the smooth mountain walls of jade, you can only see white lines on the sea one after another, rushing to the stone walls of Dongshan, wetting the feet of Dongshan, and doing eternal useless work.

In front of the cliff are layers of extremely thin and light clouds, like white paper, slowly flowing between the cliffs, either high or low. The red sun on the sea has risen, but it seems that it is not much higher than the Dadong Mountain. Standing on the mountain, the sun seems particularly close. The light penetrates through the white clouds, radiating twisted and beautiful lines, gradually turning the pure white clouds into the air, so faint that they are almost disappearing into the air.

Watching the clouds disappear and watching the tide rise and fall? Fan Xian subconsciously rubbed his nose and laughed self-deprecatingly, why did he stand here and beside the emperor? Then he saw the emperor's body shaking.

Fan Xian was shocked and reached out his hand like lightning. His left hand was like a puppet finger, and his fingers were slightly bent and used force. In an instant, he made small tricks of chopping the coffin. He grabbed His Majesty's hand in a flash and took him one step back.

The two of them had a deep abyss under their feet. If they fell from here, where would there be a way out? Fan Xian felt a little lost and apologized and paid tribute. He also noticed that the old eunuch Hong behind him looked at him with a very strange look.

The emperor gently stroked his forehead, but naturally he was not angry, and instead said self-deprecatingly: "It seems that I am old, and I feel a little dizzy after watching it for a long time."
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