The golden inscription written by Zhao Rong was not some unique sacrificial text.

It is just a well-organized article praising Dali's achievements and morals.

Because his purpose was to construct a ritual form that was in perfect harmony with heaven.

The sacrificial text is not important.

Confucian monks who follow the path of etiquette do not pay much attention to literary talent and words, unlike Confucianism in poetry and Confucianism in classics and art.

For the Fengshan Ceremony, the most important thing is the process and form of this great ceremony to report to the heaven.

Just like the bizarre dance that took place at Ditan Park in Dongshan not long ago.

And right now, this thunder is the key that Zhao Rong has keenly aimed at.

He didn't know whether God had eyes or could see the inscriptions on the cliff on the east side.

But Zhao Rong knew that thunder and lightning must be one of the sounds closest to the way of heaven!

Boom——!!!

At this moment, the tremendous thunder that arrives as expected every day descends on the top of the Jiyue Mountain.

It’s just that today’s thunder happened to be the loudest in months.

After a hundred breaths, the thunder was still as loud as before.

At the foot of the Temple of Heaven, a young Confucian scholar in white pursed his lips tightly.

Under his leadership, the young emperor of Dali, Gu Yiwu and other students of the Hall of Justice stayed on the top of the mountain together.

Everyone stood still.

Like statues.

Above the head, there is a snow-white "thunder pool".

This thunder pool filled their vision, as if it would fall down at any time and hit Zhao Rong and others on the head.

Moreover, there is a constant supply of new heavenly thunders that descend from the clouds to replenish the thunder pool.

The entire minefield was crumbling.

However, even so, a strange scene still happened.

All the lightning was attracted by a thunder tree in the center of the mountain top and headed towards it.

The scene at the moment was like a pool with only one drain pipe. All the snow-white lightning water flowed into a thin, charred "pipe".

Only occasionally some 'water streams' splashed out, at random locations...

Although Zhao Rong's expression was calm, he silently stared at the back of the young man in dragon robe in front of him.

But the hands in his sleeves were clenched tightly, and his ten fingers were pinching so hard that they turned blue and white.

This was the most perfect gift he could design with all his heart and soul.

To this end, they even went so far as to design a special plan so that the time of the Fengshan Ceremony would coincide with the time when the thunder would fall.

He, along with everyone else, was exposed to the thunder on the top of the mountain.

Fortunately, what Zhao Rong observed yesterday happened as expected.

The unknown ancient osmanthus tree was like a lightning rod, attracting most of the lightning and protecting them.

However, it is still very dangerous.

Because everyone is at risk of being hit by the thunderbolt released by Lei Mu at any time...

As time went by, Zhao Rong clenched his fists tighter and tighter.

Gu Yiwu and other students also became increasingly nervous, and it showed on their faces.

In particular, he saw thunder leaking out from the sky from time to time, falling into the moon pool next to the thunder tree, splashing water for hundreds of meters, with a power almost as powerful as a blow from a Jindan realm cultivator.

If this hit them, their bones would probably be turned into powder.

Many students subconsciously took a step back, but the next moment, they stopped retreating.

Because in their vision, the young scholar in white in front of them still looked normal.

The little emperor, who was closest to Lei Mu, also remained motionless with his slender figure.

Everyone gritted their teeth and stood firm under the thunder pool again...

Finally, after nearly two hundred breaths, the thunderclouds began to disperse and the thunder gradually became quieter.

Soon, the thunder at the top of the Moon Festival Mountain subsided.

It was like the sky cleared up after the rain, and the bright sunshine fell.

It fell on the slightly slumped shoulders of a young Confucian scholar, on Li Wangque's black hair and crown soaked with sweat, and on the relieved faces of Gu Yiwu and other students of the Justice Hall.

Everyone was unharmed.

Zhao Rong looked calm and directed the ceremony to continue as if nothing had happened.

But the ten fingers in his sleeves loosened quietly.

He grabbed the fabric of his sleeves and wiped the sweat off his palms.

In fact, he was not just gambling with the safety of the young emperor and his friends.

Because Zhao Rong knew that Meng Zhengjun was on the field, watching them.

If there was an unexpected bolt of lightning striking them, this great Confucian monk would definitely take action to block it.

Although the two of them did not get along, he understood Meng Zhengjun. Although he had likes and dislikes, he was very rule-abiding.

However, if she really helped, the ceremony would undoubtedly be interrupted, and Zhao Rong's efforts would fail...

Thinking of this, the young scholar couldn't help but let out a breath and glanced at the crowd that was now pouring back to the top of the mountain.

Dugu, Li Mingyi and other Dali dignitaries returned to the top of the mountain with a crowded crowd.

The leading Queen Mother Dali rushed back at a very fast pace, with a fierce momentum, as if she was going to fight to the death with the bad man who was playing with Que'er's life!

"Que'er, are you okay?"

Dugu Chanyi shook off the hands of Doukou and Xuecan and tried to rush forward, but was stopped by Zhao Qianer, Su Qingdai and others who had been waiting silently.

Dugu Chanyi narrowed her eyes and looked at the two girls threateningly.

Zhao Qian'er also hugged her chest and looked at the pretty widow.

She and Su Qingdai still refused to give in.

Behind the two women, Li Bai, holding a sword, was watching the excitement with great interest.

This Fengshan event was of great importance. They had seen how hard Zhao Rong had been working these days and would never allow anyone to disrupt it midway.

Dugu Chanyi seemed to have thought of this and immediately calmed down. She no longer paid attention to Zhao Qian'er and the other two girls, and glared angrily at the young scholar who had his back to her.

The woman in the veil and white clothes made a sound, as if she was about to scold someone, but finally she held it back. She looked at this ridiculous ceremony, then turned to look at Meng Zhengjun who was silent in the distance.

She let out a lost sigh, held the hand that Doukou extended to support her, and wiped away her tears in self-pity.

Just as the Queen Mother Dali lowered her head and sobbed quietly.

Among the civil and military officials and the common people of Dali, there was also condemnation and opposition!

Dali worships Confucianism, so many scholars and learners come here to observe the Fengshan ceremony.

At this moment, everyone was filled with righteous indignation, and even ignored the golden signboard of Linlu Confucian scholar above Zhao Rong's head.

They condemned him for daring to hold the grand ceremony in the midst of thunder, disregarding the safety of the young emperor for his own selfish reasons.

And I thought that the strange gift-giving process he had designed before was already excessive enough...

Unlike the crowd that is boiling over at the moment.

Meng Zhengjun held his hands and followed the crowd silently.

As if she did not hear the criticisms of others, her eyes passed through the crowd and fell on the thunder osmanthus tree in the distance, and the tree hole containing the golden book of praise. There were still remnants of thunder and lightning there, and from time to time there were a few crackling sounds.

The expression on the prim female teacher's face was hard to read, and she slowly lowered her eyes.

At the same time, the top of the mountain was no longer as quiet as before.

The tremendous noise in the crowd came like a tsunami towards Zhao Rong and other Confucian scholars who were offering sacrifices to the gods.

Zhao Rong lowered his eyes slightly and didn't look at them.

With a focused look on his face, he turned around and calmly directed the final stages of the ceremony.

Amidst the waves of doubt, the other Fengshan Confucian scholars lowered their heads one after another, but obeyed someone's calm instructions and immediately started to slaughter white deer, pigs, white yaks and other sacrifices without stopping for a moment.

The young emperor Li Wangque didn't even wipe the sweat off his face. He straightened his back and walked towards the Temple of Heaven with a solemn face.

He heard his mother's call from behind, his body trembled, and then he pursed his lips tightly, without looking back, strictly followed Mr. Zhao's calm words, climbed up the Temple of Heaven, and walked towards the bronze ritual vessels.

On the far left of these pre-placed bronze ritual vessels, there is a "bronze tripod incense burner", with white smoke coming out of the round hole on the lid...

Amidst the countless voices of criticism on the scene, the people who were performing the Fengshan ceremony walked with heavy steps, and the atmosphere was solemn and frozen.

Some Fengshan students showed frustration and loss on their faces.

Among the crowd of Dali dignitaries, some people were already frowning and began to cast their eyes vaguely towards the old-fashioned female teacher who was in charge of supervising and reviewing the ceremony...

Meng Zhengjun seemed to have noticed everyone's gazes, and turned to speak, but the next moment, her face changed! She suddenly raised her head and looked over.

Like her, Li Bai, Zhao Qian'er, Su Qingdai, Dugu Chanyi, Li Mingyi and others also reacted immediately, and they all raised their heads and looked up...

Their abnormality immediately attracted the attention and curiosity of a small number of people on the field, so they all raised their heads together... and fell silent in an instant.

Most of the people in the crowd were still criticizing a certain young Confucian scholar at this time, and an atmosphere of suspicion was spreading. However, at the same time, they suddenly felt that the whole world seemed to have become brighter.

Just a little brighter.

But... they were clearly on the top of a sunny mountain with no clouds in the sky!

Strange, where does this extra light come from?

Everyone seemed to have a sudden inspiration, and they were stunned for a moment, then slowly raised their heads.

There is a bright moon hanging quietly in the sky above the top of Jiyue Mountain.

From the perspective of everyone on the top of the mountain, the moon and the sun stand side by side.

It's the sun and the moon shining together!

The whole place fell into deathly silence.

All the noise and doubts suddenly disappeared, like fallen leaves in front of a door, swept away.

The atmosphere on the field remained strangely silent.

One breath.

Two breaths.

Three breaths…ten breaths.

Everyone lowered their heads in shock.

Meng Zhengjun, Dugu Chanyi, Li Mingyi, Zhao Qianer, Su Qingdai, Doukou Xuecan, and all the string music girls in the audience... everyone looked at a young Confucian scholar at the same time.

Gu Yiwu and other Confucian scholars who were performing Fengshan on the stage slowed down their movements for a moment and stared at the moon in the sky with their eyes wide open.

Was this something Tzuyu and the others did?

Then, together with the equally stunned little emperor, he turned his head and looked at someone.

At this moment, Zhao Rong was slowly withdrawing his gaze from the bright moon above his head, and turned his head to look at a "bronze tripod incense burner" that was still in place on the Temple of Heaven, and fell into deep thought...

Where did this thing come from?

Then, with a blank expression on his face—actually he was a little confused—he turned back calmly and met the gazes of the people who were casting them in shock.

Staring at each other.

After a while, the young scholar seemed to feel a little embarrassed as he was being stared at by everyone as if he were a monster, and he even blinked twice.

It seems to be saying... Hey, how did such a big thing go up so quickly? Ugh, did anyone see it clearly?

Everyone: “……!!!”

Meng Zhengjun frowned and looked up at the moon in the sky for a while, then suddenly lowered her head and looked around the inside and outside of Jiyue Mountain and the surrounding areas for a thousand miles like an eagle, but found nothing. Finally, her gaze slowly fell on the young Confucian scholar and the gift he had designed.

The usually stern and serious etiquette lady Lin Lu seemed to be unable to keep a straight face any longer at this moment. The lines on her face trembled and her expression was filled with shock and confusion.

She was almost the first one to react and look up, but like everyone else who was stunned, she did not see clearly how this strange bright moon appeared.

He suddenly appeared when Fengshan Dali was about to end!

So the next moment, it could no longer be suppressed and the whole place was filled with noise.

Crash——!

Boom——!!

The huge waves that seemed to overturn the sky above were coming one after another.

Today, the Fengshan ceremony on the Jiyue Mountain was completely boiling!

All over the Jiyue Mountain, within a radius of a thousand miles, all the people of Dali who came to the Jiyue Mountain to watch the ceremony knelt on the ground and worshiped the moon. From Zhao Rong's perspective, the densely packed crowd looked like wheat waves falling down in the wind.

Everyone bowed down in worship to him and the bright moon above his head.

The moon rises in the daytime, and the sun and the moon are in the same sky.

This is an auspicious sign that only exists in the era of deification.

It happened again at the Fengshan Ceremony that was initiated by someone.

Dugu Chanyi, Li Mingyi and other Dali dignitaries who were near the Temple of Heaven were completely silent. They looked at each other in shock, sometimes at the bright moon in the sky, sometimes at the calm young scholar above...

At this moment, with countless eyes coming from all directions, Zhao Rong was actually a little surprised when he looked at the moon in the sky. He had never thought that the two new gifts he designed to repay the merits of heaven and earth could actually communicate with heaven and earth and convey words...

"You're quite giving me face... Um, what is the Fengshan Ceremony?"

Zhao Rong murmured softly and glanced at Meng Xuezhen below the stage. Then he resisted the urge to lean back towards her and the others, straightened his face, and returned to normal, and immediately began directing the rest of the ceremony.

The young emperor Li Wangque looked at Mr. Zhao with the utmost respect and admiration. When he received Zhao Rong's scrutiny, the young man immediately perked up, fearing that a moment of neglect would disappoint his idol. He walked towards the last of the bronze ritual vessels with a solemn expression...

After receiving Zhao Rong's gaze, Gu Yiwu and other students of the Justice Hall reacted and continued to perform the ceremony, this time with great enthusiasm.

A certain burly Confucian scholar grinned, and together with other students, he secretly gave Zhao Rong a thumbs up under his sleeve... Tzuyu is the eternal god!

Faced with his friends' antics, Zhao Rong laughed inwardly and shook his head, but his expression remained calm and composed.

However, now it was time for the final process of the Fengshan ceremony, and it could be considered a perfect ending. However, his personality did not allow those who participated in the Fengshan ceremony to take it lightly.

The young scholar had a serious expression on his face, but he let out a long breath quietly. However, at a certain moment, he suddenly frowned subconsciously.

"It's finally complete... Hey, why do I feel like I forgot something?"

But after a moment, the sound of grand and solemn ritual music sounded, attracting Zhao Rong's attention. He relaxed his brows and shook his head...

At the Temple of Heaven, the ceremony continued and the reception was coming to an end.

Under the Temple of Heaven, the entire Jiyue Mountain was filled with joy.