Chapter 541 The Grass-Dwellers Were Unconvinced

The sky was dawn.

In front of Chang'an's Wei Yang Palace, a large number of influential figures from the Great Zhou Imperial Court had gathered.

For example, the current head of the Tian Ce Mansion , Mr. Lu, who had undergone several changes of emperors during the Great Zhou Dynasty, and the leader of the three dukes, Zhang Xiang, and Yu Wencheng, whose royal clan was in the position of Nine Ministers. These three old men, who were over two hundred years old, had now formed a party, making them the last people to speak in the court of the Great Zhou Dynasty. However, at this moment, the faces of the three people standing at the top of the pyramid did not look good. They either frowned or looked at the group of people standing opposite them with calm gazes.

The leader was an old man dressed in a white robe with long hair hanging down his waist. Although he looked to be past the age of antiquity, his waist was straight. The energy fluctuations caused by his every move were enough to cause one to tremble. He was an immortal, an exquisite immortal, and also the protagonist of today's Sikong Bai!

The old man stood beside a middle-aged man. He lowered his head and lowered his eyebrows. He looked respectful and modest. He lost the arrogant spirit of the past, but it was a bit more gloomy. Mr. Lu and the others had been planning to fight for several years, but Lord Zhu was still sitting on the throne of the head of the Long Night Division. Although he was not as glorious as before, with Yuwen Nan Jing's current thoughts, he would be able to ascend to a higher position in the future.

Behind him, the woman dressed in green also stood quietly. She had a dignified appearance and was as quiet as a green lotus on the lake. The spring rain fell into the jade pond. Or perhaps it could not be said that the world's most beautiful, but it was enough to make a middle-aged man who boasted of being carefree drink to relieve his worries, always wanting to forget and recite.

"The auspicious time has arrived!"

Suddenly, the blazing sun on the dome finally rose on the horizon. The golden morning light of summer fell, and a sharp duck male's voice immediately resounded in front of the palace gate.

Yuwen Nanjing, who was sitting on the high platform made of marble, wore a golden dragon robe. Her eyebrows were dignified, and her gaze swept across the people on the platform. Finally, she said, "Let's begin."

The low-pitched voice seemed to contain some magic power, and it was incomparably clear to everyone present at that time.

"Commencement of the Grand Order Ceremony!"

The old eunuch beside him was very alert. At that time, he also shouted loudly at his duck male's voice.

Dong!

Dong!

Dong!

As soon as this sound fell, the sound of heavy hammer gongs and drums rang out from all directions outside the Wei Yang Palace. Although there weren't many rhythms to speak of, it carried a heart-stirring solemn and dignified intent.

The three people led by Mr. Lu and the civil and military officials standing behind them all frowned when the voice sounded. Obviously, something that they did not want to see was happening.

However, the immortal standing opposite them straightened his clothes and walked out. He came to the center of the civil and military officials and respectfully bowed to Yuwen Nanjing on the high platform.

"The elders of Linglong Pavilion are blank, virtue prevails, the upper has the merit of killing and reinforcing righteousness, and the lower has the virtue of saving Li people from fire and water. Today, I appeal to my ancestors, accept the people's will, confer the position of blank state master, and make Linglong Pavilion the orthodoxy of the Orthodox Orthodox Orthodox Orthodox Orthodox Church."

"This matter is of great importance. Do you have any objections to the civil and military affairs of the Manchu Dynasty?"

The eunuch beside Yuwen Nanjing spoke loudly again at that time.

This was a rule that had been in place since the Great Zhou dynasty began. According to that rule, there were three questions needed to be asked in order to confer the title of Orthodox Church.

One question filled the entire court with civil and martial arts.

The second question was Li Min's life.

Ask the ancestors.

Of course, such a formality did not have much practical significance. It was just a justified process.

At this moment, for example, even Mr. Lu, who was dissatisfied with the conferment of the Linglong Pavilion as an Orthodox Church, was determined not to cause trouble for Yuwen Nanjing at this stall. This was a tacit understanding between the monarchs and subjects, as well as some sort of subtle rule. If they didn't even follow this rule, it wouldn't be a good thing for both sides.

Therefore, this question did not attract any rebuttal.

After several tens of breaths of silence, the eunuch confirmed that no one would speak, and said loudly again, "Erwen Xunjie asks Li Min."

There was a saying that there was nothing trivial in the imperial family. Even if these so-called three questions were just for show, they had to be done decently and beautifully. Therefore, this second question required the person who granted the title to patrol Chang'an along with the civil and military officials. They did not walk for a hundred feet but stopped. The officials wanted to ask loudly, "Do you have any objections?"

Only after confirming that there was no objection would they be able to move forward again, thus demonstrating the Emperor Clan's virtue of obeying the will of the people under the orders of the heavens.

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There are four main streets in Chang'an, They were called Vermillion Bird, Liufang, Zhaozhang, and Danqing. Each of them pierced through the entire Chang'an City. To patrol Chang'an City, they had to go through the four main streets one line at a time. In addition, they had to stop for a hundred zhang. In the early morning, it was convenient for Wei Yang Palace to set up a patrol team to arrive at Chang'an City. Only after noon did they complete the four streets.

Although the civil and military officials accompanying them were mostly led by Mr. Lu and the others, and they were naturally dissatisfied with helping the enemy patrol the streets, how could those ordinary people understand the turbulent undercurrents in the palace hall?

All they knew was that ever since Yuwen Nanjing ascended to the throne, Both the drought and the snow had disappeared, The year could be said to be a good one. Naturally, she loved the Great Empress very much in her heart. She did not have the slightest intention of refuting her decision. Everywhere the patrol team passed, the people spontaneously welcomed them. Such a situation in the eyes of Mr. Lu and his group naturally made their minds gloomier and gloomier.

It was with such a calm mood that their patrol team finally arrived at the Dragon Terrace, the last stop for the establishment of the Orthodox Church, located in the western suburbs of Chang'an City!

Ancient emperors were known as the True Dragon Son of Heaven.

The so-called Dragon Platform was the place where the spirit tablets of the emperors of the past dynasties of the Great Zhou Empire were set up. It was also an important place for sacrifices in the Great Zhou Kingdom. The ancestors asked by the third question were the emperors who were sleeping in the ancestral temple on the Dragon Platform.

Regardless of whether it was an ordinary citizen or an Emperor Immortal, they would die if they died. Even if you dug up his grave and dug his grave, he would not jump out to argue with you or curse at you. This last question was naturally a formality that could not be further exaggerated.

The patrol team had already arrived under the dragon platform, but Yuwen Nan Jing, as the emperor, had already stood in front of the temple. As long as Sikong Bai walked up the thousand stairs to Yuwen Nan Jing, the old eunuch would ask, "Did the ancestors agree?"

After that, Sikong Bai was the State Teacher of the Great Zhou, and Linglong Pavilion was the Orthodox Church of the Great Zhou.

Sikong Bai, who was standing at the front of the line, also understood this point. In less than half an hour, he could become a figure from the Great Zhou to the Imperial Court to the Jianghu, above ten thousand people. Even with his cultivation in the Immortal Realm, it was not impossible for him to stand side by side with the Emperor if he was able to operate.

At this moment, the same solemn drumming sound as before came from the Dragon Stage, followed by soldiers dressed in armor, standing on both sides of the stairs leading to the Dragon Stage. Seeing this, Sikong Bai,

His eyes immediately lit up with a scorching light. At that moment, his footsteps were about to walk towards the Dragon Stage.

Seeing this, the salute officer who was in charge of reading behind him frowned. This was a rude thing to do.

Even though he had reached the Dragon Stage, he hadn't even had time to ask about the last hundred zhang of the road. At this moment, there was something wrong with moving forward, so the ritual officer subconsciously wanted to stop him. However, before he could say anything, a gentle voice suddenly came from behind him, "Elder Sikong has the heart to be a Saint. Seeing His Majesty in front of him, it is reasonable that he can't help but want to step forward. Lord, please don't cause any more trouble."

The woman's tone was extremely calm, but it caused the salute officer who had already extended his hand to tremble in his heart, and a sense of fear surged into his heart.

Previously, he had instinctively tried to stop him, but after regaining consciousness, he realized that this old man in front of him was an immortal who was about to become a State Master. How could he afford to provoke such a person? Thinking of this, the official hurriedly turned around and saw a woman dressed in green looking at him with a smile on her face.

It was naturally an extremely beautiful scenery, but the ritual officer was very clear about the other party's identity. He was shocked and hurriedly nodded at the woman to express his thanks. Afterwards, he withdrew his gaze and did not dare to look at her again.

After that, the official looked at the immortal who had already stepped forward. Thinking that the last question on the street tour was still going to come out, He didn't have many friends in the courtyard. If someone really caught him by the foot, no one would be willing to protect him. In this courtyard, even an insignificant courtesy official had to tread on thin ice and live carefully. With such thoughts in mind, he still shouted loudly at that time, "Everyone, do you have any objections?"

There are always things in this world that run counter to what people think.

Originally, the etiquette officer wanted to be watertight and not let anyone catch him, but who would have thought that such a question would provoke such a calamity?

Everyone looked at the old man who had stepped forward at that time. They didn't seem to care about the last question from the etiquette officer. Of course, they didn't care about Sikong's small overstep. After all, Yuwen Nanjing's thoughts were there, so he naturally wouldn't change because of this small matter.

However, the moment the salute official asked this question, an extremely abrupt voice suddenly sounded in front of the dragon platform that was originally only filled with the solemn sound of drums and the sound of Sikong Bai stepping on the ground.

"Grassroots Ning Zhumang thinks this matter is inappropriate!"

That voice wasn't loud, and it wasn't mixed with any True Essence. However, being able to say such words in such a grand ceremony was already enough to shocking the world. Those who hadn't expected such a change naturally couldn't help but feel their hearts tighten. Just as they were about to follow the sound, another voice sounded.

"Grassroots citizen Song Yueming also thinks that this matter is inappropriate!"

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