Volume 59 Chapter 16 Catastrophe (2)

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By the time Zhu Laosan took his son to see the ancient moral stele from a distance, it was already the afternoon of April 17th, and the sun rising from the east had already hung in the middle of the sky, tanning Ma Laosan's eyes. There was smoke above his head, and because he had walked too much today and stood for a long time, the soles of Zhu Laosan's own feet had become hot, standing there was like stepping on a red-hot iron plate, walking a step The soles of his feet seemed to be pricked by needles. If he hadn't prepared a little dry food and water before, he would not be able to hold on.

Zhu Laosan's son, who was just eleven years old, had a pale face. If Zhu Laosan hadn't supported him with one hand, his son would have been unable to stand up.

Zhu Laosan also felt sorry for his son, but at this time, he couldn't let his son sit on the ground, that would be considered pious and disrespectful. fee.

But at this time, even if you can't stand, you still have to stand, because the long line is like a big curved snake, and the father and son have already been caught in it. Zhu Laosan can only follow the line slowly forward Move your feet.

"Son, hold on, when you go back, dad will let you eat candied haws happily for half a month..." Zhu Laosan could only comfort his son in this way, and at the same time quietly took out a piece from his body that he had prepared a long time ago. Taking a slice, he quietly stuffed it into his son's mouth, and swallowed one himself, so that he could let his son support him with him, turn around the ridge, and see the ancient moral stele.

At the moment when he saw the Immemorial Moral Monument, even if Zhu Laosan did not believe in ghosts and gods, at that moment, his whole mind could not help but be taken away by the Immemorial Moral Monument.

The ancient moral stele is 210 meters high and more than 50 meters wide. It is completely black and its surface is extremely brilliant, just like a mirror. It stands like a huge tombstone in a basin in Hongyu Mountain. It is solemn and cold, revealing a mystery and inexplicable The midday sun shines on the tall immemorial moral stele, and the glorious stele is still extremely black, without any reflection, as if it can completely swallow the sun's rays.

Just looking at the ancient moral stele, Zhu Laosan felt that this thing was by no means man-made. In his heart, he was suddenly filled with unspeakable awe and even a little fear for the huge black stele. The exhaustion that was all over her body just now disappeared instantly at this moment.

When the ancient moral stele first appeared, of course it was not like this. There were some ridges and walls around it. The ancient moral stele itself was also embedded in a collapsed mountain wall. The hall has been constantly remodeled, and the topography and features within a radius of ten kilometers from the ancient moral stele have all changed. It has become a huge open square, which can almost accommodate millions of people at the same time. When the Taikoo Moral Monument was first born, it was completely open here, anyone who wanted to see it could see it, but now, it has become a sacred place for the Tun Party, and only some of the Tun Party's backbone can enter.

It is only on this day of the Opening Monument Festival every year that ordinary people have the opportunity to come here to see for themselves what the famous Taixia's immemorial moral stele looks like.

The team waiting in line for the ceremony of "touching the stele" is not limited to Zhu Laosan and the others, but there are four teams in total, coming from the four directions of the south, east, north, and west. Underneath, around the ancient moral stele, a four-story passage corridor like an overpass was built. People coming in from each direction can enter the passage corridors on different floors without disturbing each other, and perform the ceremony of "touching the stele". And the wind flows to different directions of the square.

From seeing the ancient moral stele to slowly coming to the bottom of the ancient moral stele, Zhu Laosan spent almost an hour. People who came in from their direction all entered the passage corridor on the second floor. The turbulent crowd bit their fingers one by one, stretched out their hands from the aisle while walking, smeared their own blood on the glorious stele of the Immemorial Moral Monument, and walked counterclockwise around the Immemorial Moral Monument. Then leave from the exit of the passage, this is the ceremony of "touching the stele".

Some fanatical believers and backbones of the Tun Party even cut their palms with knives and pressed bloody handprints on the stele to show their piety.

It is said that when the earliest Taoist enlightened under the ancient moral stele, he bit his own finger and smeared his own blood on the ancient moral stele every day. Finally, he had a reaction with the ancient moral stele. This legend spread slowly. It has become today's "touching the monument" ceremony.

From the perspective of the passage corridor on the second floor, the Immemorial Moral Monument turned into a black wall, just walked into the passage on the second floor, looking at the blood and bloody handprints on the wall, Zhu Laosan didn't What a pious feeling, but a chill came up, and I couldn't help shivering.

Zhu Laosan followed others in a daze to break his finger, and asked his son Zhu Guangsi to do it with him, then stretched out his trembling fingers, and smeared his own blood on the ancient moral stele. A little nervous, Zhu Laosan even forgot how he felt about this expensive touch that he exchanged half of his income from selling tofu for ten years...

Surrounded by the surging crowd, after touching the Immemorial Monument wholeheartedly, Zhu Laosan and his son left the Immemorial Monument along the exit of the passage, and were then guided to the side of the Immemorial Monument Square area, finally able to sit down on the ground.

The turbulent crowd was like four streams of water pouring into the square, constantly pouring in. In the evening, the entire square around the Taikoo Moral Monument was already full of people, and the number of people must have exceeded one million. Looking around It was a dark crowd, and after completing the ceremony of "touching the stele", the closer the seat to the ancient moral stele, the higher the status in the swallowing party.

The climax of the Stele Opening Festival has not really come yet. The climax of the Stele Opening Festival every year is after the last ray of the sun leaves the ancient moral stele. One hour of scriptures, and then accept disciples.

After advancing to the sky, Meng Shidao would show his face in public here almost every year on the day of the Monument Opening Festival. I will also come here from Xuanyuan Hill to celebrate the Monument Opening Festival with everyone.

Countless backbones of Tuntang, the president and head of the Morality Club and members of the club come here every year for the purpose of meeting Meng Shidao and listening to the scriptures taught by Meng Shidao. Those who are valued by Meng Shidao will even receive the empowerment of Meng Shidao and be taught the secret script of "Returning to the Truth".

Zhu Laosan was sitting on the edge of the square to rest, while waiting nervously and anxiously. To be honest, if he could meet Meng Shidao here, even if it was far away, he could still ask him after returning home. People in the Zhu family have boasted for many years, and if their son can be selected by Meng Shidao here and become one in ten thousand lucky ones, then their Zhu family will turn around completely.

Meng Shidao's selection of disciples is not all disciples who come from those wealthy families or the backbone of the Tun Party family, but every year, several children from ordinary families will be favored by Meng Shidao, and they will rise to the sky in one step and become their hometowns one by one. It is under the encouragement of these role models that Zhu Laosan has the courage to bring his own children to try.

Before the sun was about to set, thousands of people in white clothes came. Those people were disciples of Hongyu Academy. After completing the ceremony of "touching the stele", those people all sat in the area closest to the ancient moral stele.

By this time, every location in the square around the Taikoo Moral Monument was already crowded with people.

"Benevolence is the heart of Dao, virtue is the body of Dao, propriety is the function of Dao, righteousness is the movement of Dao, and Dao is a thing, only trance and trance. Trance and trance, there are images in it; trance and trance. Among them There is something. It is dark and dark, and there is essence in it; its essence is so real, and there is faith in it, the way has no name, and the only way is to follow..."

After arriving at the square, the disciples of Hongyu Academy began to recite loudly. Slowly, millions of people began to recite together, and the voice shook the mountains. As long as they are people who swallow the party, almost everyone will recite Word.

When the last ray of the sun left from the highest point of the ancient moral monument, the sound of reading in the whole square slowly stopped.

"Everyone stand up and greet the Taoist..." A loud and majestic voice sounded in the sky above the square. After hearing this voice, all the people sitting on the ground stood up at the same time, standing respectfully one by one.

"Father, I can't see..." Zhu Guangsi said in a low voice, and shook Zhu Laosan's hand.

Because of his young age, he was standing at the outermost edge of the square. After everyone stood up, Zhu Laosan's son was submerged in a group of adults. gone.

Zhu Laosan hastily made a motion for his son not to speak, to calm down his son, while he stared wide-eyed, looking at the immemorial monument of morality in the distance.

Zhu Laosan didn't see how Meng Shidao came here at all, but after everyone stood up and the whole square fell silent, a figure in a black robe stood on the ancient moral stele like a magic trick At the highest point, with eyes overlooking the common people, I looked at the millions of fanatical disciples standing below.

"Welcome Taoist, I wish Taoist's chakras will turn forever, and the Dao will be forever!" Millions of people congratulated loudly at the same time, and saluted the figure standing on the ancient moral monument...

At this time in previous years, after everyone greeted him with salutes, the figure would usually say, "The Great Dao is not the Dao of one person, but the Dao of everyone. Please sit down, and I will preach for everyone..." , and then everyone will sit down, and the figure will sit cross-legged on the highest point of the ancient moral stele and begin to preach to everyone.

But today, that figure was unusually silent. After everyone saluted, he didn't speak for a long time. That person didn't speak, and the millions of party-swallowing disciples in the square could only stand, one by one with dry words. He stared at the figure standing on the ancient moral stele, not knowing what to say next, and the atmosphere at the scene became inexplicably weird.

Finally, the person standing on the ancient moral stele spoke. The person sighed and said, "It's finally here..."

That faint sigh and voice clearly reached everyone's ears, and millions of people felt at a loss in their hearts at this moment—it's finally today... What does Taoist mean by this...