On April 16th, in Tunzhou, Daode County, the day before the opening of the stele festival, the whole Daode County had already boiled before the sun rose in the morning.

Daode County is not actually called Daode County. Before 687 years in the Black Iron Calendar, Daode County actually had another name, Anping County, but after 687 years in the Black Iron Calendar, Anping County slowly became a Moral County. County, because of the earthquake in Anping County on April 17, 687 year of the Black Iron Calendar, the Hongyu landslide in the county, in the collapsed mountains, the Taikoo Moral Stele was born, shocking the world.

Fifteen years after the Taikoo Moral Stele was born, in Anping County, there was a young man named Meng Shidao who was born on the same day as the Taikoo Moral Stele. He enlightened and practiced for three years under the Taikoo Moral Stele. He was promoted to the Black Iron Knight at the age of 18. The moral monument has become a **** among many people in Anping County. In the following 30 years, the young man who enlightened Taoism under the ancient moral monument became middle-aged and once again advanced to the land knights, the influence of the ancient moral monument expanded to The entire Tunzhou, let the world look at it, Anping County slowly became a moral county, and then Meng Shidao began to write a book saying that the so-called Tun Dang was popular all over the world, and the so-called Tun Dang gradually took shape. Meng Shidao naturally , Has become the leader of Tuntang.

In the following two hundred years, as Meng Shidao’s cultivation base became stronger and stronger, the contributions he made became greater and greater. The Meng Shidao from Tunzhou became famous all over the world, and finally became the teacher of the prince and one of the three men. The great Situ, Tuntang's forces are spread all over the world, and they are on par with the six great sects...

Just as the people of Youzhou regarded Zhang Tie as the pride of Youzhou, in Tunzhou, Meng Shidao was also regarded by the people of Tunzhou as the pride of Tunzhou. From the birth of the Swallowing Party to the present, in Tunzhou, the moral society has been There are dozens of moral societies in every city in Tunzhou. Even in the towns and villages outside the city, moral societies are everywhere. All moral societies are twisted together. The backbone of the swallowing party was controlled. At the beginning, joining the moral society was still voluntary. Later, as more and more moral society, the swallowing party became more and more powerful, and those who did not join the moral society would gradually be swallowed. The party and the moral society reject suppression and treat it as an alternative. No matter what they do, there are numerous resistances and various shackles. In this environment, those who are unwilling to join the moral society have to leave Tunzhou in the end and go far away. Find another place to settle down.

Over the past two centuries, as Meng Shidao has advanced step by step, the entire Tunzhou, from wealthy officials to traffickers and pawns, has not joined the moral society but can still establish a foothold in Tunzhou.

On the day before the opening of the stele festival on April 16, many capable people in Tunzhou came to Daode County early in a pilgrimage mentality by flying boats or airships. The whole area of ​​Daode County was full of people and the streets were overcrowded. , All restaurants and inns were full, and people rushing from the neighboring towns of Daode County to Daode County, even more one after another, filled all the official roads.

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In the early morning of April 17th, just after the ugly hour, Zhu Laosan, who opened a tofu shop on Zhujiaji East Street outside Huangyan City, Daode County, got up, lit an oil lamp, and put his ten in the same room with him. The three-year-old son woke up.

"Kosi, got up..."

The eleven-year-old child slept soundly when he was ugly. Zhu Laosan called twice, and finally pushed his hand to wake up his son.

"Ah, Dad, why..." Zhu Lao San's son opened his eyes, but his eyes were still drowsy, and he didn't respond at once.

"You forgot that Dad told you that today is the opening ceremony of the stele. We are going to "touch the stele". We must rush to Hongyu Mountain before dawn, get up and wash, and put on the new clothes we prepared for you!" Zhu Lao San's tone suddenly became severe. The son who had been severely disciplined by him for a long time dared not say anything. He rubbed his eyes and quickly got up from the bed and began to prepare.

Zhu Lao San is a widower. Since his wife died for his son's dystocia, he has not renewed his life. He took the children alone and lived in Zhujiaji by relying on the ancestral tofu craftsmanship.

Last night, Zhu Laosan didn’t actually fall asleep. Although he was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, his inner excitement caused him to be in great excitement the day before the opening ceremony. It's hard to sleep like taking medicine.

Since seven days ago, the president of Zhujiaji's moral society and the pavilion chief of Zhujiaji gave him a big gift card and told him that he could take his son to "touch the stele" on the stele festival this year. Has already begun to lose sleep.

For this day, he waited for a full ten years. During these ten years, he donated almost half of the money he earned from selling tofu every year to the moral society of the Zhu family. The big gift card, and then you can take your son to make a "touching the stele" ceremony on the opening ceremony of the stele, see it with your own eyes, and touch the Taikoo moral stele.

Perhaps for some people, the "touching the stele" ceremony is pious and sacred, but for Zhu Lao San, who lives at the bottom of the society is not so pious. He joined the Daode Club because of the entire Zhu family All join, if he doesn’t join, he won’t survive in Zhujiaji. Even if he is a small business selling tofu, he may lose money, and at the same time there will be a lot of troubles. The reason why he insisted on doing it once The "touching the monument" ceremony, in his heart is a very ridiculous and realistic idea, he wants to take his son to hit the chance, give his son a chance to be a brilliant future, instead of having to live like himself. Can only stay in Zhujiaji to make tofu.

Zhu Laosan did not dare to expect his son to be favored by Taoists. Although there were seven or eight children who were favored by Taoists at Kaibei Energy Saving every year, compared with the annual Kaibei Festival, they came from all over Taixia. Those children who make the ceremony of "touching the stele", these seven or eight, may not even have a chance of one in ten thousand. Besides the Taoist, the heads of the moral society in various cities of Taixia basically also Will come on this day, and at the same time will select some worthy children to bring back.

Zhu Lao San hopes that his son can be favored by the heads of other big cities, or after he comes back, he can find a backer in the moral society in Huangyan City with the qualifications of "touching the monument" at his age, and be able to have noble people. He was satisfied with a little help. For Zhu Laosan, who had only been able to make tofu since he was a child, this was the way he wanted to break his head and exhausted all his strength to find a way to succeed for his son.

In less than a stick of incense, the father and son were ready, each dressed up, and ate a little bit of what was prepared last night at home, and then Zhu Laosan carried dry food and a kettle on his back, carrying them in one hand. Holding a fluorite lamp and holding his son in one hand, he went out.

It was in the middle of the night when I was out, the moon was faint, and there was a sound of frogs in the lotus pond next to the entrance of Mr. Zhu's house, and the grass was full of crickets.

When Zhu Lao San took his son to go out, Zhu Jia Jiyi also had many people helping the old and the young to go out at this time.

Many people saw Zhu Laosan and his son and greeted Zhu Laosan. They looked at Zhu Laosan with envious eyes. The fact that Zhu Laosan was awarded the ceremony of the opening of the monument has long been passed on. I have been to Zhujiaji, and for the whole Zhujiaji, apart from the president of the Daodeshe, this year's two other big gift cards were only obtained by two people.

In the envy of Zhujiaji's eyes and enthusiastic greetings, Zhu Laosan felt even more encouraged, squeezing the gift card he had kept close to his body, pulling his son, and walking out of Zhujiaji with his head high.

Fortunately, the weather today is good. Even if there is no fluorite lamp, the road can be recognized by the moonlight. The two men, Mr. Zhu and his son, walked out of Zhujiaji within a short time and came to the outside of Zhujiaji which was connected to the official road. Hillside trail.

Looking down from the hillside, although it is midnight, the entire official road below is already brightly lit, a bit more lively than the busiest night market. There are countless people, including men and women, old and young. With a simple bag, lantern or fluorite lamp in hand, walking on the official road, some young people, even without anything, just walked in groups and happily on the road, all of them, towards the same The direction is moving forward.

Zhu Lao San also pulled his son into the huge crowd, and drove along with the crowd.

Zhujiaji is more than fifty miles away from Hongyu Mountain. As long as you keep underfoot, you can almost reach Hongyu Mountain before dawn.

In order to show piety, when it was close to Hongyu Mountain for a hundred miles, no one would take a carriage, horse or any other means of transportation. Everyone walked to Hongyu Mountain with their feet.

"Dad, my feet hurt..." After twenty miles of walking, Zhu Lao San's son couldn't walk anymore.

"If your feet hurt, take a break, drink some water, and then go..." Zhu Lao San took off the water bottle he was carrying and handed it to his son.

A few minutes later, even though his son hadn't had enough rest, Zhu Lao San continued to lead his son forward. When his son really couldn't walk, Zhu Lao San had a cold face and dragged his son together. go.

Along the way, Zhu Laosan was tired and thirsty, but relying on his feet and persistence, before dawn, he rushed to the edge of Hongyu Mountain.

Among the people on the way, more than half of them stopped when they reached the edge of Hongyu Mountain, and then automatically gathered on the dozens of huge squares around Hongyu Mountain. In those squares, each square is comparable to a large airship take-off and landing base, which can gather hundreds of thousands of people and connect the roads leading to Hongyu Mountain from all directions. Normally, there would not be so many people in these squares. , And on the opening day of the Stele Festival, all the squares around Hongyu Mountain will be overcrowded.

Because of the big gift cards, Zhu Lao San and his son Zhu Guangsi were in the envious eyes of countless people. After two inspections, they followed the repaired road and entered Hongyu Mountain. After walking for a few miles, in front of Zhu Lao San, there appeared a long line that stretched for more than ten miles like a serpentine long snake. The tail of the line was in front of him, but the head of the line was turned. Behind a ridge.

Everyone was waiting, and Zhu Lao San had to stop.

People who come here are all here to do the "touching the stele" ceremony, and the "touching the stele" ceremony of the opening of the stele festival has to wait for the first rays of the morning sun to shine on the Taikoo moral stele. For a while, so everyone is waiting quietly...

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