Chapter 677

The bell rang for thousands of miles, and the sound shook all directions.

Towering temples threaten the world.

Baoxiang Buddhist temple is strictly bound to all the people.

The new emperor ascended the throne and the world was at peace.

The day Murong Shen ascended the throne finally came.

At this moment, the originally lifeless Imperial Palace seems to have regained its vitality and once again show the world its majesty and power in the world.

This is the power to make people feel soft and surrender. No, or more importantly, the royal family has successfully brainwashed the people for thousands of years.

Murong cautiously sat on the imperial banishment, looked down from a commanding position and knelt down. Long live the people, and a sense of unparalleled satisfaction and vanity rose in his heart.

This feeling of being respected, respected and regarded as a God made him feel that he had done the right thing when he ascended the throne for the first time.

He enjoyed the pleasure and the pride of being superior.

At this time, he is like a cockfight in its heyday, unfolding his feathers and spreading his charm to people all over the world, so that these stupid mortals can look at themselves with more enthusiastic and pious eyes and believe in themselves.

He is the only God of these people.

This feeling is even worse when approaching the Huguo temple.

Murong cautiously looked at the virtuous monks standing on both sides of the temple gate, dressed in red and yellow cassocks, looking at him one by one.

After seeing him arrive, there were more than a hundred monks who separated two roads from the high steps and directly lined up from the temple gate. Then they knelt down and shouted, "welcome the new emperor!"

More than a hundred monks were wearing blue robes and holding long sticks in their hands. Compared with the dignified monks in the temple gate and the wonderful scenery around the Huguo temple, the shock brought by these integration was not clear in a few words.

It was like sitting in the car at this time. Looking at the presence of deterrence, the unique beauty and solemnity of the temple, and the feelings brought to him by these monks, Murong Shen only felt that his body and mind seemed to have been washed.

"Your Majesty, you can get off." although grandpa Luo was shocked, he was much more calm than Murong Shen.

Seeing Murong Shen looking at the formation in front of him and unable to speak, Grandpa Luo came forward in time to hold his arm and whispered a sentence to remind him to pay attention to his image.

Murong Shen is not a stupid man.

Luo Gonggong's words made him successfully find his thoughts. He collected his complex and nervous emotions, took a deep breath, nodded again with an indifferent look, supported Luo Gonggong's shoulder and got off the carriage.

"Ladies and gentlemen, flat." he went to the foot of the mountain and looked at the blue robed monks in front of him with a dignified face.

In this sound, he had internal power, so although it was a gentle sentence, it was enough for at least half of the martial monks in front of him to hear it.

"Long live my emperor." all the monks drank together, then got up neatly, turned sideways with a slap, and let Murong Shen and others go up.

"HMM." Murong cautiously nodded his head, clasped his hands behind his back, and lifted his feet up the steps.

He was followed by all the civil and military officials who got off Qi Qi, a number of the imperial forest army, and a hundred experts borrowed from the East Hall. Nearly a hundred dark guards were arranged in the dark. It can be said that the safety factor is very high.

It was precisely because he had done all this that Murong Shen got out of the car and went up the steps with his head held high.

Of course, his destination is not a one-day tour of the Huguo temple, but the huge altar built behind the temple.

That's where every new emperor goes‘

One is to correct your name.

The second is to frighten all sides.

The third is to receive the protection of the gods.

Here, the uncle of the clan of the meeting came to witness.

There will also be abbots of Huguo temple and eminent monks chanting Buddhist scriptures to coat them with the holy coat of the son of heaven.

There is also a devout worship of civil and military affairs in the Manchu Dynasty.

Of course, in further places, you can even see the people who follow the team and quietly wait outside to see the style of the new emperor.

Such a scene is undoubtedly grand.

It is also something Murong Shen has never experienced so far.

It's just strange that when he walked to the altar, those nervous emotions in his heart were completely abandoned from his heart.

At this time, he was like a bystander huddled in his body, watching himself get closer and closer to the altar step by step, until he finally reached the top, turned around, opened his arms and accepted everyone's worship.

"The ceremony of ascending the throne begins." the patriarch surnamed Murong came up from one side, followed by a pair of boys and girls, both dressed in white and holding gold books and treasure seals in their hands.

Murong Shen knew that after a while, his name would be set on the gold book and become the 15th emperor of Da Xia, and then the treasure seal would be stamped on his name, so that his name would be handed down with Da Xia from now on.

"I, the 10th generation head of Murong family, tell God that Murong Shen, the 56th generation descendant of our family, will become the 15th emperor of the great Xia Dynasty. Please God and Murong style ancestors protect the new emperor's health and longevity, protect the long-term prosperity of the great Xia Dynasty and glorify the Murong family..."

Murong Shen knelt in front of the patriarch and listened to his majestic voice, raising an unprecedented sense of mission from the depths of his heart.

This made him not only proud, but also feel the heavy burden on his shoulders.

This is not only Murong's business, but also Daxia's business, and it will be his business in the future.

As long as the patriarch has finished and finished the ceremony, he will be the real emperor. He is his in the whole world, including those who have fought against him and insulted him, will become his people and let him kill.

This feeling is really great.

"Today, I will make a decision on behalf of Murong family, on behalf of Daxia, and give Murong caution..."

"Slow!"

At the end of the ceremony, when Murong Shen's mouth had raised a victory smile, a voice enough to frighten the whole Huguo Temple exploded in the crowd.

Murong Jue hesitated to stop, put down the gold book in his hand and looked at the crowd.

The crowd at the bottom also began to stir. Murong Shen turned and roared, "who!"

With his angry drink, the crowd scattered on both sides with a crash, and dozens of people suddenly appeared in front of everyone.

Murong Shen half narrowed his eyes and stared at the leader. He found that the man was somewhat similar to himself, but there was no one's memory in his memory.

Who is this man? He stared at the man, and his uneasiness grew stronge