Chapter 1188: Sacrifice to Heaven, Earth Shakes and Mountains Shake

Just as Qin Liuxi plunged into the library of the Jade Buddha Temple and immersed himself in various Buddhist formations, the whole Dayuan was undercurrent, and the people suddenly found that there seemed to be many more Taoists and monks walking around in the market. Although they felt a little strange, they didn't think too much about it.

For the people, whether it was Buddhism or Taoism, they were all empty sects. They would go to burn incense and worship Buddha and ask for advice, and these monks walked around in the secular world, either begging for alms or preaching, and they didn't think about destroying the world.

Ordinary people might still believe in evil ways, after all, they have always believed in the existence of evil things, but they dare not think about or believe in such a fantastic thing as destroying the world.

Of course, even if it was the destruction of the world, they probably had no time to care about it, and they were a little numb, because this year was too sad.

Natural disasters occurred frequently, crops failed, prices soared, and countless people died in various ways in the disasters. This pain has not passed yet, and winter has come again, ushering in a cold wave and cold winter. How can we not be numb and desperate?

Some people probably thought that it didn’t matter if the end of the world came, because they couldn’t escape death anyway.

So no one noticed why the Buddhist and Taoist sects and even some wizards were dispatched. They just wanted to survive in another way because the cold winter was coming.

On November 20, Emperor Kangwu went to the altar to offer sacrifices to the sky and pray for the world.

The altar is located on the side of Yongyang Gate in the eastern district of Shengjing, close to the suburbs of Beijing. It was built along the Jade Mountain of the moat. In order to better reach the upper court, the ladder leading to the altar has 99 steps, and the handrails on both sides are connected by black iron chains for climbers to hold on.

For this sacrifice to heaven, half of the ministers who could move around in the court came to show their piety, and some of the women came to accompany the emperor. Therefore, the momentum was huge, and the Jingxi camp was dispatched to protect the emperor and maintain order.

But except for the saint, the nobles who came to accompany the emperor had smiles on their faces, but they cursed in their hearts. It was so cold that you could breathe out, and you still came to the altar to offer sacrifices to heaven. Isn’t this a waste of time?

Look at this sky, it’s gray and it’s going to snow heavily. It’s too cold.

With this money, it’s better to do something practical, such as preparing more rice or charcoal for heating. Everyone knows that this year is difficult. Even the charcoal for heating is much more expensive than in previous years because the quantity is small.

On the altar, everything has been prepared, just waiting for the emperor to come.

Guanglu Temple Minister Yan Dingbang was sweating a little in the cold weather. From time to time, he looked up at the sky and felt uneasy, as if something was going to happen.

He came to Niu Guangpeng, the Minister of the Honglu Temple, who was also co-organizing the ceremony of offering sacrifices to the heaven, and said, "Old Niu, is it really an auspicious day? Is everything okay? My heart is beating so fast, and I feel something is not right."

Niu Guangpeng's eyelids jumped, and he whispered, "What nonsense are you talking about? This is an auspicious day and time announced by the Imperial Astronomical Observatory. How can it be wrong? Don't be a pessimist."

Ahhh.

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a big crow landing on the stone beast Chiwen on the roof of the Great Sacrifice Hall of the Temple of Heaven, and cackled a few times.

The two of them saw it clearly, looked at each other, and their faces turned black.

How could there be a crow in such a cold day, and it appeared at the time when the saint was offering sacrifices to the heaven, it was really unlucky.

"Let someone scare it away with a feather arrow." Niu Guangpeng said with a dark face.

The crow stood at the tail of the auspicious beast, looking carefully, confirming that the auspicious beast in front of it was the same as the one it had seen before. When the feather arrow shot at it, it flapped its wings and flew away. The huge wings fanned out a small whirlwind and soon disappeared.

The auspicious beast exuded an ominous black aura, which slowly spread.

At the right time of the morning, the auspicious time arrived.

Emperor Kangwu appeared at the altar surrounded by a group of nobles and two or three sons of the princes. The Minister of Rites sang the lyrics, and the people watching at the foot of the mountain shouted long live three times.

The flag of Dalan fluttered in the cold wind, slapping it, and there were clouds piled up above the head. The sky was dark and gloomy. It didn't look like an auspicious day for offering sacrifices to the sky.

Emperor Kangwu also looked unhappy. The people of the Imperial Observatory said it was an auspicious day for offering sacrifices to the sky, but this dark cloud was not an auspicious day. Was the Observatory going to step down?

But since he was here, the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven had to be held. Moreover, he insisted on coming to offer sacrifices to heaven. The saint was not wrong, and any mistakes were the fault of his subordinates.

After a tedious process, Emperor Kangwu personally read the sacrificial text, burned incense, and knelt three times and kowtowed nine times.

Outside, the wind was raging.

Some people felt the ground shaking slightly, and they couldn't help but be a little surprised, asking the people around them: "Did you feel it?"

"What?"

"The ground seemed to shake."

The dark sky suddenly fell with heavy snow like goose feathers. The people standing outside were shivering with cold, and the ground was shaking slightly again.

This movement was more obvious than before, and more than one person felt it.

Some sharp-eyed people saw that the auspicious beast Chiwen on the roof of the Great Sacrifice Hall seemed to come alive, shrouded in an ominous black fog, opening its huge mouth and swallowing the ridge.

With a loud click, the roof broke, and then there was a tremor.

Everyone was stunned, and when they reacted, they screamed and ran around.

The ground shook!

In the Great Sacrifice Hall, Emperor Kangwu had just lit up the incense when he was startled by the sudden shaking.

I don't know who shouted "Protect the emperor" first, and the timid ones ran out subconsciously.

Emperor Kangwu was also surrounded by ministers and generals and walked out, but the ground shook more and more strongly, and he staggered and almost fell.

The imperial teacher suddenly appeared in his sight.

"Master, save me." Emperor Kangwu saw that he was relieved. Although he had doubts about the Master and didn't trust him, he even believed the words of the man in the nightmare and thought that the Master had bad intentions.

But the Master had never harmed him, and now he suddenly appeared in the earthquake, which naturally moved him.

The Master was standing at the door of the palace. Above his head, the Chiwen swallowed the roof ridge, and the tiles and beams fell down and rushed towards Emperor Kangwu.

The King of Zhao, who was closest to Emperor Kangwu, knew that the opportunity to make a contribution had come, and shouted: "Father, be careful."

He rushed over with his hands open, and wanted to protect Emperor Kangwu, but when he came in front of Emperor Kangwu, he pushed him in the eyes of everyone's astonishment and horror.

That's right, he pushed.

As Emperor Kangwu fell to the ground, a white shadow flew over to protect his upper body, but the beam hit his lower body.

Crack.

Emperor Kangwu screamed.

King Zhao: “!”

It seemed like he had been hit by a beam before.

No, who was he, where was he, and what did his hands do just now?

He, in full view of everyone, pushed his father, causing his father to lie under the beam and be hit.

Was he regicide and patricide?

In the violent shaking, King Zhao’s eyes went dark, and he was finished. (End of this chapter)