Li Weifeng, with a head full of white hair, was wearing gorgeous clothes and a simple sword on his waist. He walked out of the palace without any attendants. He walked through this worldly world step by step and went to the mountain to visit his sister. One of them was the Human Emperor, and the other was practicing Taoist techniques.
They chatted about their childhood at the table.
The young man who once chased after Li Qiongyu is now gray-haired and has many wrinkles on his face, while Li Qiongyu has a gentle expression and soft brows, and still looks to be in her twenties. In any case, her state of mind has been blessed by the Taoist fate of the Supreme, and she has experienced the same dream as the Taoist priest.
In the dream, she was a mountain god who had been practicing for sixty years. Now, in this prosperous era, she picked up her practice again and made progress step by step. There was no difficulty. She just practiced peacefully. She has practiced until now. After a chat, Li Weifeng, who always stuck to her sister when she was young, put down her teacup and looked outside.
Dingyan Peak is one of the most famous mountains outside the capital.
The mountain is not very steep but extremely beautiful. It is surrounded by mountains on all sides like a tripod, with mist and haze gathered inside the tripod. Every sunrise and sunset, the light is shimmering and the scenery is extremely beautiful, hence the name.
Looking out from the Taoist temple on Dingyan Peak at this moment, you can see a thin sea of clouds spreading out very flatly, and then slowly and gently sweeping over the surrounding mountains, trees and crowds. The steps leading to the Taoist temple are divided into two sides, with a sea of clouds and mist above and the bustling world below.
Now the light of the sun falls on one side, flowing on the sea of clouds, spreading a golden color.
It's so beautiful.
Li Weifeng looked dazed and in trance for a long time, as if at this moment, he was still the child who was taught by his sister. In front of the beautiful scenery, he emptied his mind. However, such a beautiful and magnificent picture would eventually disappear. The golden light was finally taken away, the sea of clouds dissipated, and the sky and the earth darkened.
Li Weifeng smiled after a long while. He put the cup in his hand on the table and looked up at his sister. Then the young man in his dream turned into this old man. He said softly, "Sister is in the mountains. Please practice well."
He just said this and stood up.
The younger brother who used to stick to his sister took the initiative to say goodbye.
He walked down the mountain step by step, and walked on the streets of the red dusty capital city that he had protected. The brothel that he had walked into when he was young and nearly collapsed under the tremendous pressure was no longer there. There was no way, as the Confucian master was still alive.
Moreover, the farmer's teacher is still in his prime.
Everyone can eat well and have enough.
Nine more tablets were opened, and the method of cultivation was spread.
In the era of various schools of thought, everyone has a way forward, and no one is willing to sell themselves.
And plundering the people and forcing them to sell themselves?
Alienating people as commodities?
ha?
That one over there is called the Legalists. Do you see their chains?
These brothers here wearing black clothes and carrying huge unsheathed black swords are called Mohists.
Finally, if you can wade through these two waves, raise your head and look forward.
The Master has such a tall and majestic figure, such a big fist, and such a big sword. Do you see it?
The Master proposed a world of great harmony.
People should not only love their own relatives and their own children, but also ensure that the old have a place to live, the strong have a place to work, the young have a place to grow, and the widows, the orphans, the lonely and the disabled are all taken care of; men have their share and women have their home; if goods are thrown away, they do not have to keep them for themselves; if their labor is not used, they do not have to use it for themselves.
Therefore, conspiracies will not arise, thefts and robberies will not occur, and outer doors will not be closed. This is called Great Harmony.
Then you want to do evil in this world?
Anyone would think this is simply crazy. Even a madman would not want to challenge a guy who is surrounded by three thousand disciples who are proficient in various combat skills and have powerful Qi enough to preach everywhere.
Li Weifeng carried the wine jug, smiled, and walked through this world step by step. The world was prosperous, and people were talking about life and cultivation, but no one knew who the old man walking here was. Finally, he came to the storage room, and the old blue ox led him to the outside of the quiet room where the Taoist was sitting with his eyes lowered.
The white-haired Li Weifeng looked ahead, smiled slightly, and said:
"Master, I'm leaving now. I have a rough idea of what I will face when I enter the Fengshan Ceremony at Mount Tai. Even if I am a pig, I should understand some things after sitting in this position for such a long time. And if you know some things, there are only two options: either escape or face them."
"I'm not a brilliant person, but I know that I'm here now."
"You shouldn't have escaped."
"Then who else but me can handle this kind of thing?"
Li Weifeng spoke softly. He chatted for an hour. Old Green Ox, Taoist Master Ran Deng, and even the man in green shirt did not come near. They left this space and time to the pale old man. Finally, the old man smiled gently and took out a wine jug from his arms. It was the one that Qi Wuhuo returned to him when he ascended to the throne of the Human Emperor.
He put the jug down gently.
Turned around and left.
Old Qingniu looked at Li Weifeng's back and his eyes twitched.
Although he was only at the True Lord level, he had followed the old man from beginning to end, met many people, and witnessed the development of the human race. To this point, he didn't know if it was an illusion, but he seemed to see familiar figures from Li Weifeng's old but straight back, and couldn't help but sigh:
"This is……"
The man in green was not so particular.
He walked over, picked up the simple wine jug, shook it, listened to the sound inside, opened the mouth, and then tilted it to one side. Some liquid poured out and landed on the ground, splashing water, clear and clean.
It's clean water.
Clear, clean water.
Just like when Qi Wuhuo handed him the wine jug sixty years ago.
"Tsk, it's just water."
The scholar in green robes sighed in a tone that seemed not so simple, and the old green ox was dumbfounded.
He knew that this blue-shirted scholar, Emperor Fuxi, was not very particular and did whatever he wanted. But, but, this was too unpretentious! The old blue ox could not help but stammer, "You, you, you..."
"Me? What's wrong with me?"
Fuxi threw the wine jug down with a casual throw.
He landed steadily on the table and said, "Anyway, no one saw it, right?"
"Did you see that?"
He looked at Old Green Ox.
The old blue ox froze and became furious.
Do you look down on cows?
So obvious?!
He was confident and said angrily: "I didn't see it!"
So the scholar in green robe smiled casually and said, "You still have some eyesight, otherwise we would have to eat beef today." And the Taoist Master Ran Deng glanced sideways at the interior of the storage room. Inside the storage room, a white-haired old man was sitting with his eyes closed. His breath had completely dissipated, as if it was one with the heaven and earth.
His mental flow changed and his breathing became slow and long.
He hasn't woken up yet.
But it seems that the moment of waking up is approaching.
The sword is in the sheath, when will it ring?
Born out of necessity, act in response to disaster.
The sword was placed in the scabbard together with the Taoist robe and the wooden hairpin. It seemed that there were very subtle and long sword sounds coming from it.
The scholar in green narrowed his eyes and stopped chatting and sneering. The old green ox was still puzzled, but suddenly he felt that the wind here was getting stronger. He shivered and shook his body violently. The old tree next to him swayed gently, and the sound of leaves rubbing against each other continued.
…
Fengshan is a ritual that has been around since ancient times. It is extremely old and grand. It also has very detailed steps recorded in various books and documents. It is extremely prosperous, solemn and grand. Needless to say, the Fengshan ritual this time is based on the unity of the Nine Cauldrons.
This alone is more than any other ceremonies in the past.
All the philosophers and schools of thought in the world had already arrived at Mount Tai. When they met each other, they were all unwilling to accept the fact. When they looked around, they found that a few were missing. The monks of the Buddhist sect had never appeared here. There was no need to elaborate on this, because after the word "Shi" appeared on the nine steles, the master who founded the sect and expounded this doctrine did not appear.
Today, Zhuang Zhou is no longer in Taoism.
The Confucian Master Qiu did not seem to have any intention of coming here.
The two of them are now in other locations, but when these two are not here, the various schools of thought are no longer unrestrained and have not started discussing directly. Instead, they are quite respectful and restrained, as if there is another person who is able to control all of this.
Their eyes turned to the Taoist standing there, who looked to be in his early thirties, but was actually much older than that. He was the true disciple of Taoism, the abbot of Lianyang Temple, the teacher of Zhuang Zhou of Taoism, and the nephew of the old master, the Great Immortal Mingxin, also known as Immortal [Xi].
On one side is [Yin], who is still as handsome as ever, and whose bad temper has not changed either.
Someone has to be responsible for presiding over the rituals, maintaining and ensuring the Fengshan ceremony, and now the old Master is getting old and Confucius Qiu is no longer around, so only the Great Immortal Mingxin can be responsible. He originally didn't want to meet him, but as a Taoist with deep Taoist practice, he naturally believes in fate and the vague destiny.
After Li Weifeng once said, "Between you and me, except for death, there is no need for us to meet again."
Mingxin and Xiaoyaoling have been avoiding him all the time.
What I fear is the coincidence, the prophecy that comes true.
只是现在这局势如此，天下大势，明心也可以隐隐约约地感受到一二，【尹】也曾说过些，对于师叔主持推动的九鼎人间大阵，他自然也同样明了其意义，故而知晓，今日之事，事已至此，不可以不来。
只是未曾想到，来到这里的是自己罢了。
不过，这些年李威凤的所作所为，明心是亲眼所见的，李威凤在朝堂，道人提着剑，行走于人间，很清晰且直观地看到了这几十年来人间的巨大变化，所以知道——
但凡是对于人间有大功，对于苍生有大行的人，得人道气运的眷顾。
最终都会名列封神榜单之上，以李威凤之行为，起名上封神榜，已经是必然的，虽然不修行，终究会以另一种方式长存于世，想到这里，明心心中才算是稍微好受些，然后才答应来到这里。
他看着年少时候的好友，微微拱了拱手，道人的神色平和，道：
“人皇陛下。”
“仪轨诸事已准备，请吧。”
老迈的人皇李威凤看着他，温和笑了笑，道：“那么，就有劳道长了。”
封禅之事，于山底封地，于山巅告天，在代表着人间界最强人道气运的人皇李威凤抵达这里的时候，人间气运大阵就已经开始缓缓转动变化了，九鼎各处，皆是鸣啸，一阵阵轰鸣声音冲天而起，恢弘壮阔。
人间巨变，刹那已起，自是引动得六界之间，风云聚变！
封禅，天地！
天界之上，一道道视线纷纷垂落下来，诸天仙神，皆已经感受到了这人道气运比起往日意蕴非凡，气象截然不同的恐怖变动，九天之上，一道道云气盘旋，交错，化作了累叠着的漩涡般的状态，一层一层，朝着最高处翻涌滚动。
每一次的碰撞皆是发出道道雷霆，其上伫立诸仙神无数。
诸佛也已准备好，西方诸佛，无量流光澄澈明亮，冲天而起，映照左右。
封禅——
开启！
……
这一类的封禅仪轨，因为其重要性，被无比详细地记录在了卷宗当中，流传到了后世，天上的群仙看到人道气运蜂拥流转，看着人间的修行者以一种庄严，肃穆，不比天界之科仪差的方式完成这一步。
真正重要的其实是聚集在这里的百家，是在这之前九鼎的汇聚。
是这一甲子的每一日，每一夜。
是这人间苍生。
这最后的仪轨完成，就仿佛是一棵果树上面，果子已经成熟了，只需要走到树木旁边，伸出手，将这个果实摘下来就行了，如此的自然而然，如此的毫无难度。
封禅仪轨结束。
阵法立刻会变化，不再是绝地天通之路数。
天界司法大天尊眸子微收缩，死死盯着人世间；天界多少有其余心思的诸神群仙都在看着这一幕，西方诸佛已经热切了，他们就等待着最终的矛盾爆发，而后诸佛入关！
入关！
九鼎的鸣啸声冲天而起，似乎响彻成为了一座巨鼎的声音，震颤轰鸣的声音，没有丝毫的减弱，反而是因为重叠，因为共鸣而越发的恢弘，越发壮阔，几乎要笼罩整个人间。
整个人世间都仿佛在沸腾，人道气运，社令地祇，城隍阴司，三者合一，又都是以此泰山作为中心，而后以当代人皇为资格，完成了最后定鼎般的一步，所有人都隐隐约约听到了心底的一声鸣啸。
九鼎绝地天通，当要转折变化了，而在这转变之前，浩浩****的人道气运再度浮现出来，以九鼎气运合一，汇聚而来，浩浩****，纵横交错，化作一卷轴，而后在那白发苍苍的提剑老者面前，徐徐展开。
封神榜！
天界司法大天尊不解，群仙瞩目，唯独玉皇眼底亮起一丝丝流光。
他握了握手，心底有炽热和期待之感觉。
他已知道了这位人间豪雄！
如此之豪杰，当登天为神！
周围无数的人道神灵皆是拱手垂首而立，在这山巅上，竟然就只剩下了那白发苍苍的人皇站立着，他站在最高的地方，风很大，拂面而来，看着那封神榜上浮现出来自己的功业——
其时为政，良足可观，振古以来，未之有也。
任贤使能，将相莫非其人，恭俭节用，天下几至刑措。
亦三代以下，绝无而仅有者也。
济世康民，伟有成烈！
古往今来，文治武功，未有超越者也，有大功德，有大气运，当合和气运，封为【帝】，以有长生不死，久驻于人间之中，这一个个文字都散发出了纯粹的金色流光，冲天而起，灿烂恢弘，让人羡慕。
这个名字在封神榜的最高地方。
周围诸人道气运之神，诸子百家，乃至于随着而来有幸见到这一幕的皇亲国戚眼底都散发出一丝丝炽热和羡慕，他们躬身行礼，他们心中有炽烈之火，有着渴望，而后高呼古老的诵唱之名。
于天！则是天帝垂眸，于此地，则有诸神共祝！
在这样祥和美好的氛围之中。
封神榜落下，就在李威凤的面前缓缓展开，只要他伸出手，这幽厉和文殇渴求的长生就摆在了他的身前，所有的人都认可这些，哪怕是诸子百家都下意识认可了这些，下意识认可了死后登神的道路。
李威凤微微笑起来。
忽而，一声铮然鸣啸！
肃杀之剑鸣，瞬间炸开，一股无边肃杀的气息横扫周围，而下一刻，所有人看到了眼前那不可思议的一幕，旋即齐齐失声——那位人皇掌中的剑，刺入了封神榜！
轰！！！
如此肃杀，如此决然！
毫不犹豫！
如此的决绝，如同拂面而来的冷风，彻底地扫过四方，扫去心中的迟钝。
死寂声中，一阵阵鸣啸声音在这里回**着，封神榜上散发出了无尽的流光。
李威凤的剑扭曲鸣啸，却死死朝着下面斩下，迸射的流光逸散，如同光焰一般，在这人皇的眼中涌动着，所有人都不解，震撼，不敢相信地看着这一幕，玉皇瞳孔收缩，下意识起身。
而明心则是下意识伸出手。
“尊，人皇令！”
李威凤的声音传出，沙哑苍茫，那样郑重和决然，让明心的动作一滞，他看着这个陌生而熟悉的好友，看着他眼底的炽烈之火，最终缓缓收回了手掌，苍老人皇的声音不断落下，是约束人道诸神之律例。
最后的命令是——
“自我以后，历代人皇，不可登封神榜！”
“人皇。”
“不可，为神灵！”
玉皇面色动容。
周围人道诸神寂然。
修行人道气运者，必然短寿，而若是不允许登上封神榜的话，就是代表着，唯独最为炽烈最为纯粹的人族，才会踏上这注定燃烧自己的人皇之道，以此身镇压天下，而若是知道这一点，仍旧走上这一条道路的，才可称呼为——
皇！
而做出这个决断的，是眼前那白发苍苍的老者。
生前为人皇，死后还要高高在上，在诸神之首。
这样的人皇，终究会腐朽。
他已经亲眼见到一个一个的例子。
所以，我要在一开始，以我自己为代价，彻底斩断这未来的道路。
李威凤双目怒睁，道出了最后的敕令。
他拼尽全力，前行在终点之前，最后的道路上。
他的眼前仿佛看到一幅幅画面。
年轻的自己，年少的自己，挣扎的自己，还有此刻渴望着留下名字，而后得到长生的自己，最后是那缠绕着锁链的白发老者，放声嚎哭大笑：“你也会变成我这样的，你也会变成我这样的！”
“不，我绝不会。”
老迈的李威凤这样回答。
他怒吼，大笑着斩出一剑。
这柄因为他而存在的剑此刻爆发了此生最大剑鸣，然后切割人道气运汇聚的名字，作为拥有最大功业的人皇，他在天地的见证之下，将自己的名字，自封神榜之中斩去了。
金色的光焰猛烈地炸开。
那一瞬间的爆发出的流光横扫过天地，恢弘壮阔，最终只剩下了一片寂静。
所有人看着那白发苍苍的身影，看着他几乎要弯下腰，大口喘息，看着他在这一剑之后，已经身躯颤栗。
人皇，断长生！
无言。
他借助封神榜的力量，为苍生和百姓留下了后退的道路和前行的方向。
耗费一甲子，让人世大昌盛。
集合地祇，社令，城隍和人间的力量，最后完成了九鼎合一之后的泰山封禅，让人间化作了一个圆满的世界，然后将自己关在这力量之外，将最容易堕落腐朽的人皇自己斩去。
是所谓——
煌煌如火。
铮！
人皇转过身来，他掌中的剑倒插着地面。
有得，有失，生前当得天下尊荣。
便当为此社稷死！
民为国之主，人王和人皇，应该是民奉献给国的祭品，当受天下垢。
所有人们都可以死后封神，但是人皇不可。
是以知——
神，亦要在人之下。
人间方可成三界之一。
他在心中轻声道。
Don't forget, don't forget, the Investiture of the Gods is just a tool, a tool to protect the human world. You and us, we are all human, we are all living people. At least, the Human Emperor must still be here, at least I am still here.
The Human Emperor opened his eyes.
His hair was all white, he was leaning on his sword, his body trembling.
At this moment, he was looking straight at all the gods and Buddhas in heaven and on earth.
Use the ideas of various schools of thought to shape the hearts of the people.
Use my body to forge the hearts of hundreds of schools.
I offer my blood to Xuanyuan.
The wind blows on Mount Tai, and the people are speechless.
There is only a silent solemnity.
All spirits bowed and all disciples bowed.
Accompanied by a crisp sound.
Cracks appeared on the sword in Li Weifeng's hand, and then it turned into fragments, flying and scattering among the people.
His last battle in this life was over.
…
When you are exhausted from gathering firewood, the fire will spread and you will not know where it will end!
The torch is passed on.
——"Zhuangzi"!