Lanke Chess Edge

The moment when I saw the bright moon in the basin with a mooncake in my hand just now, it may be the rare highlight moment since Emperor Yuande began to seek immortality in his later years. Never before has he actually held the gift of immortality in his hands.

Even if the auspicious auspiciousness descended from the sky on the night of saying goodbye to the old and welcoming the new year, it was only a glimpse of the flowers blooming in the garden, which were spectacular and unattainable, but the moon cakes were tangible and edible.

The moment the mooncake melted into the water without a trace, Emperor Yuande even felt blank for a moment in his heart.

"This... the widow... this... what should I do? What should I do..."

At this rare moment, the old emperor had a kind of confusion in front of his officials. Looking at the water basin, there was no turbidity at all, not even a trace of moon cake scum.

He had a feeling that once the mooncake entered the water, it would really disappear.

Emperor Yuande 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 felt terrified, and whispered again and again: "I don't know, I don't know..."

"Didn't catch...didn't catch..."

Emperor Yuande looked at his right hand which was still trembling slightly, and when he came back to his senses, he suddenly looked at Tai Changshi in the hall.

Yan Chang, who was also in a daze at first, suddenly realized that it was as if ice water was pouring on his body, making him cold, for fear that the emperor would anger him.

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

How could he dare to tell the truth, even if he told the truth, he would not be able to make another mooncake, so he could only knelt down and kowtowed in haste.

"Your Majesty! This is a gift from the immortals. It is rare to have such a share in the world. How can a humble official keep the rest!"

Jian Taichang made his words sincere enough, and he did offer a mooncake gifted by the immortal just now. In all fairness, if we live in different places, not many people can give this mooncake.

Looking at the officials in the court, all of them were silent, even those admonishing officials who usually advised against the Fa Conference did not speak. Emperor Yuande glanced around, and finally returned to Yan Chang.

Seeing the other party kneeling on the ground as if he had made some big mistake, Emperor Yuande felt so depressed that he had nowhere to vent it, and it took him a long time to suppress his temper.

"Yan Aiqing, get up, you offer the moon cakes from the immortals as a real gift, you will be rewarded with a hundred taels of gold, and you will be given a copy of imperial calligraphy and painting scrolls. As for the Water and Land Ceremony, Yan Aiqing and all the lovers of the Ministry of Rites have to spend a little more effort. ..."

"Abiding by the order!" "Abiding by the order!"

Yan Chang got up, and several ministers of the Ministry of Rites took orders one after another, heaving a sigh of relief in his heart, it didn't matter whether he was rewarded or not, it was the greatest luck not to be questioned.

"Let's retreat."

After saying this, Emperor Yuande stood up, and the old eunuch on one side said loudly.

"Back~~~Towards~~~"

When the old eunuch wanted to quickly keep up with the emperor's leaving pace, seeing the latter squinting at himself and the dragon chair, he immediately understood, beckoned to the two young eunuchs beside him and pointed to the copper basin.

"Take it up and carry it with you, don't spill a single drop!"

"yes!"

Two young eunuchs stepped forward, lifted the copper basin and carefully followed them away.

Some of the courtiers in the palace looked at each other in blank dismay, some looked at him curiously, some came over to greet Yan Chang, and even those admonishers looked at Yan Chang coldly and then left directly.

. . .

On August 20th, the new round of Guipao of various prefectures in Dazhen has been announced, but in Gyeonggi Prefecture, the most grand event is naturally the 70th birthday of Emperor Yuande, and it is also the beginning of the huge water and land ceremony.

Before this day, monks from Yuhuai Mountain had already rushed to Gyeonggi Prefecture by riding the wind or clouds, but now in the outskirts of the capital, there are at least 20 or 30 real immortal cultivators present.

It's just that everyone knew the process of the Fa conference in advance, and none of them would show up in the first few days.

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

The huge Dharma platform is extremely eye-catching, and it itself is higher than many buildings in the city of Gyeonggi Prefecture, and in the open land of the Dharma meeting site in the east of the city, there are not many buildings that can match the main Dharma platform.

Ji Yuan, like many good-for-nothings, followed the flow of people to the east of the city, and when he arrived, there were already crowds of people in front of him.

"Hey, hey, don't squeeze!" "Where is the emperor, did he go to the stage?"

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

"Oh, this altar is too high, I can't see what's going on above it!"

"Yeah, I can only see those mages coming to power for a while."

"What's the point of this?" "It's okay, what about Jiutian, those sub-stages are not high."

"Hey, stop arguing, look over there, are the mages coming?"

"So many grotesques, sure!"

...

Ji Yuan swayed to the left and then swayed to the right. In fact, there was a lot of chatter everywhere, and there was no good viewing spot. It is definitely not suitable to fly in the air on a day like today. There is no tower around to see, but I am a little inexplicably envious Those "competitors".

At this moment, the three-foot-high platform was blocked by a large number of imperial guards with guns and halberds, preventing the common people from approaching the Fatai within twenty feet, and those mages gathered from all over Dazhen were coming together from all directions.

Emperor Yuande's imperial edict said that no one is limited to monks, Taoists, Confucians, or lay people, as long as they are high-level people, they can come here, so there are really many people, and there are all kinds of people.

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 like giants.

At this moment, when the common people saw this group of "masters of mages", their emotions immediately became excited, but they didn't feel much awe.

"Look at you, the one over there, his face is painted like that of an opera singer, is he also a mage?"

"What is this? Look at the one on the west, with so many iron rings on his face, and that one, with a bunch of knives in his hair..."

"Over there! That mage has his true self!"

"Oh, really, what a master, you have such a big snake wrapped around your body!"

...

While the common people were discussing, the officials of the Sitianjian on the high platform and the officials of the Ministry of Rituals also checked the mages below.

Looking at these strange people, Yan Chang couldn't help but rubbed his forehead. It wasn't until he saw an old and a young beggar in one of the queues that he felt better.

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

The officials slowly retreated to the corresponding positions on the high platform, and many guards with high martial arts skills stood on the edge of the high platform. Almost at the same time, they all pumped up their true energy, puffed up their chests and shouted loudly.

"All mages please come to the stage~~~"

A group of guards started to roar, and the sound waves rolled to all directions. Some of the mages below were even shaken to the point of "buzzing" in their ears. They were either arrogant or a little nervous, and they walked towards the stage one after another. go.

Emperor Yuande, who was sitting in the center above the altar, couldn't help standing up, looking at the mages coming from the other three directions, and the rest of the officials followed him.

"Yan Aiqing, do you think the fairy who danced the sword under the moon would be here?"

"Uh, this... I really don't know!"

Faced with 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 the answer from his mouth, but just relieved the tension caused by some sense of anticipation.

When all these "mages" came up, Emperor Yuande's expression suddenly dropped from full of expectation, and he sat back in his seat.

After that, for a long time, Yan Chang and officials from the Ministry of Rituals read out some matters about the Waterway Ceremony, which was unavoidably lengthy, and many "mages" were drowsy.

"If there are those who don't respect the etiquette and make up for it, they will be executed!"

The two Ouchi guards with deep internal skills stood up and shouted and repeated.

"If there are those who don't respect the etiquette and make up for it, they will be executed~~~~!"

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

Yan Chang held the yellow-bottomed imperial edict and read it aloud.

"Congratulations to Dazhen, who will live forever, and congratulations to His Majesty for eternity!"

The guards and guards around shouted in unison, and all the courtiers and relatives of the emperor also yelled in unison.

"Congratulations to Dazhen, who will live forever, and congratulations to His Majesty for eternity!"

The mages in the field felt the eyes of many guards like lightning, recalling the etiquette link they were told before, they also shouted together.

"Congratulations to Dazhen, who will live forever, and congratulations to His Majesty for eternity!"

...

There was a roar of sound on the altar, and the imperial guards roared together, making the area around the altar shrouded in a strong and solemn atmosphere, and even many ordinary people couldn't help shouting together.

Ji Yuan's figure fell to the outside position, with his hands behind his back and his head looking up at the sky above the altar, which was naturally humane.

'This Dazhen still has a lot of background, even if Emperor Yuande started to stumble, it was far from exhausted. '

Amidst the sound waves, there were shirtless wrestlers standing in front of the big bronze gong holding hammers at the four corners of the Fatai, and swung the hammers with all their strength.

"When~~~~~"

The sound of gongs shook the sky, announcing the start of the Water and Land Ceremony.

After that, there will be a more lengthy "spell-casting practice" stage. Various mages cross-legged or danced on the stage, praying to heaven for Dazhen and the emperor in their own way, and they were not allowed to leave until the end of the day.

The emperor himself and a group of ministers then left one after another. Those who returned to the palace returned to the palace, and those who returned to the mansion returned to the mansion. Anyway, what really needs to be paid attention to is the masters determined by the various mages in the remaining eight days.

The emperor also knew that there must be many people who pretended to be fake, so the ones he wanted to see were the real masters with supernatural powers.

. . .

Among the crowd of mages, the old beggar held the hand of the young beggar, 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 swing, lines of iron-painted silver hook-like handwriting gradually appeared on the table, silently using the aura of humanity to grab the auras of all the "mages" and pull them down under the aura of humanity. To a large extent blinded its sense of spirituality.

"Boom..."

At some point, the sky began to be cloudy, and the thunder was shining in the clouds, but it didn't rain. The oppressive might of the sky made everyone on the stage feel uneasy, whether they were mortals or demons.

In the high place above the clouds, there are eight flood dragons swimming. The lightning and dark clouds are not only the supernatural powers of dragons, but most of them are drawn by the air mechanism of the high platform.

The genus of the high-altitude dragon raised his eyes and looked down through the clouds. Below, on the altar as small as a cake, an unpredictable copybook was shining brightly.

"Crack...boom..."

A flash of lightning fell from the clouds in the sky, and directly hit the gong at the corner of the altar, causing the warriors and guards around to jump away in a hurry, and the "mages" who got closer were even more panicked.

Seeing the thunder and lightning, some ordinary people who were watching around the altar also quickened their pace and went back to their respective homes. Anyway, there was nothing to see today.

For some reason, the departure of this commoner has brought even more uneasiness to many demons and heretics on the altar.