In the palace, everyone is ready. All the members of the royal family, including the concubines of the harem, are arranged according to their grades. After the team is formed, with the start of the dragon, escorted by the Royal Forest Army, a group of mighty and mighty toward the imperial mausoleum. The altar in the advance. Leng Yetong's identity is not high, but he is more important in the word Dingguo, plus the love of the emperor and King Jinnan, so his position in the team ranks behind Baili Liumo and before the rest of the princes.
The location of the imperial mausoleum is located on Fengming Mountain in the north of the imperial city, where it is said to be protected by the heroic spirits of ancestors. Flowers bloom, birds in the forest dance and sing, and animals in the forest run and chase, forming a beautiful picture.
The procession stopped at the foot of the mountain. All the people, including the emperor, had to walk to the altar to show respect for their ancestors. There are nine hundred and ninety-nine steps leading to the altar. Walking up the stone steps, you can see a five-element formation. In the center of the formation is an ancient incense burner. Behind the formation is the technique of yin and yang. The table is full of utensils for blessing, and Feng Yun, the national teacher of Daogu Xianfeng, who is dressed in white, has been standing in the altar and waiting for a long time.
Feng Yun has silvery white hair and a long white beard blown by the light wind. He raised his hand and stroked his beard. There was a kind smile between his eyebrows under Changshou's brows. Seeing that the emperor was already on the altar, he flicked the whisk in his hand. Going forward, he bowed and said, "See the emperor."
"The national teacher doesn't need to be too polite." The emperor quickly stepped forward to help the national teacher up. In terms of age, the national teacher was his elder. No one knew that this old man with a dao bone and immortal style had a long birthday this year, and so did the emperor. He only knew that Feng Yun was the national teacher of Tianfeng when the previous emperor was in power. The reason why Tianfeng has today's heyday despite man-made disasters is undoubtedly one of the heroes.
"Thank you, Your Majesty." Feng Yun Yingying bowed, then got up, looked at the sky, and said faintly, "Yesterday, I was watching the stars at night, and Ziwei star was dim, I'm afraid it is a bad omen."
"National teacher, is this true?" The emperor was shocked when he heard the words, and quickly asked. Since ancient times, Ziwei Star has represented the rise and fall of the royal family. Now that Ziwei Star is bleak, isn't it a sign that the royal family is about to usher in a catastrophe
"Perhaps the old man is wrong. We should wait for the old man to ask the sky, and then tell the emperor." Feng Xin hesitated for a while, raised his hand and stroked his gray beard, and said with a frown, seeing the people behind him coming one after another Qi Qi, flicking the whisk, said, "The time has come, let's officially start the ceremony of worshiping the heavens."
"National teacher please." Although I really want to continue to ask, but nothing is more important than worshiping ancestors. I suppressed my worries and doubts in my heart, made a gesture of invitation, and then returned to the position where I should be standing. .
"Welcome to the new year, blessed by the heroic spirit. Today, I invite the people of Tianfeng. On the occasion of welcoming the new and eradicating the old, I would like to congratulate the ancestors. May the ancestors bless the Tianfeng for a hundred years." Feng Yun stood on the high platform with a glass of wine in his hand, saying After all, he sprinkled the wine on the altar, and then said loudly, "Incense." As Feng Xin's words fell, the eunuch came out with incense in his hand, starting with the emperor, everyone stepped forward in order to incense, in the ancient incense burner Three kowtows in front, and then put incense inside.