By the time Zhu Lao San took his son to see the Taikoo Moral Monument from a distance, it was already the afternoon of April 17th. The sun rising from the east had hung in the middle of the sky, tanning Ma Lao San. There was smoke above my head, and because I walked too much today and stood for a long time, the soles of Zhu Lao San’s own feet have become hot, standing there as if stepping on a red iron plate, taking a step The soles of his feet are like being pierced by a needle. If he had not prepared some dry food and water before, he would have been unable to hold on.

The little face of Zhu's son, who was just eleven years old, was already pale. If it weren't for Zhu's holding with one hand, his son would be unable to stand up.

Zhu Lao San felt sorry for his son too, but at this time, he couldn't let his son sit on the ground. That would be regarded as pious and disrespectful. In this case, all his hard work for the past ten years would be all Cost.

But at this time, even if you can’t stand, you have to stand, because the long line, like a big curved snake, has trapped the two of them, father and son, and Zhu Lao San can only follow the line slowly to the front. Moving steps.

"Son, hold on, wait until my dad lets you eat the candied haws for half a month..." Zhu Lao San could only comfort his son in this way, and at the same time, he quietly took out a slice from his body that he had prepared. Participation, quietly stuffed into his son's mouth, he also contained a slice, so that he could let his son support him with him, turning around the ridge, and seeing the Taikoo Moral Monument.

At the moment when he saw the Taikoo Moral Monument, even if Lao San Zhu was a person who did not believe in ghosts and gods, at that moment, his whole mind could not be taken away by the Taikoo Moral Monument.

The Taikoo Moral Monument is 210 meters high and more than 50 meters wide. The whole body is pitch black, and the surface is extremely radiant, like a mirror, standing like a huge tombstone in a basin in Hongyu Mountain, solemn and cold, revealing an inexplicable mysteriousness. The noon sun shines on the tall Taikoo moral stele. The glorious body of the stele is still very dark, without any reflections, as if it can completely swallow the sun.

Just looking at the Taikoo Moral Stele, Zhu Laosan felt that this thing was definitely not a man-made thing. His heart was filled with unspeakable awe and even a hint of fear for the huge black stele. The exhaustion of that body just now disappeared instantly at this moment.

When the Taikoo Moral Stele first appeared, it was of course not like this. There were some ridges and mountain walls around it. The Taikoo Moral Stele itself was embedded in a collapsed mountain wall. The hall is constantly being remodeled, and the topography within a radius of 10 kilometers with the Taikoo Moral Monument as the center has been completely changed. It has become a huge open square that can accommodate millions of people at the same time. When the Taikoo Moral Stele was first born, it was completely open and anyone who wanted to see it could see it. Now, it is already a holy place for the Swallowing Party. Usually only part of the backbone of the Swallowing Party can come in. Only the opening of the monument is held every year. On this day, ordinary people have the opportunity to come here to see with their own eyes what the famous Taikoo Moral Monument looks like.

The team waiting in line for the ceremony of "touching the monument" is by no means only Zhu Lao San and the others, but a total of four teams from four directions, from the south, east, north and west. Each team is crowded with people, and the Taikoo Moral Monument Below, around the Taikoo Moral Stele, four floors of passage corridors like overpasses were 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". Wind flowed to different directions in the square.

From seeing the Taikoo Moral Stele to slowly coming under the Taikoo Moral Stele, it took about an hour for Zhu Laosan. Those who came from their direction all entered the corridor on the second floor. The turbulent crowd bit their fingers one by one, and stretched out their hands from the passage as they walked, smeared their blood on the glorious stele of the Taikoo Moral Stele, and walked around the Taikoo Moral Stele counterclockwise. Then left from the exit of the passage, this is the "touching the monument" ceremony.

Some fanatical followers and backbones of the swallowing party even cut through their palms with a knife and pressed **** handprints on the monument to show their piety.

I heard that when the first Taoist enlightened Dao under the Taikoo Moral Stele, he bit his finger every day and smeared it with his own blood on the Taikoo Moral Stele. Finally, he got in touch with the Taikoo 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 Taikoo Moral Monument turned into a black wall. He just walked into the passage on the second floor and looked at the blood and **** handprints on the wall. There was nothing in Zhu’s heart. What kind of pious feeling, instead, there was a chill, and he couldn't help but shiver.

Zhu Laosan followed the others in a muddle of breaking his own finger, and asked his son Zhu Guangsi to do it with him. Then he stretched out some trembling fingers and smeared his blood on the Taikoo Moral Stele, because of the mood. A little nervous, Zhu Lao San even forgot how he felt about this expensive touch that he had spent most of his income from selling tofu for ten years...

Surrounded by the surging crowd, after touching the Taikoo Ethics Monument all around, Zhu Laosan and his son left the Taikoo Ethics Monument along the exit of the passage, and then were led to the outer side of the Taikoo Morality Monument Square. In the area, I can finally sit on the ground.

The turbulent crowd was like four streams of water pouring into the square. It was constantly pouring in. By the evening, the square around the Taikoo Moral Monument was already full of people, and the number of people had definitely exceeded one million. To go, it is full of black and oppressive people, and after completing the "touching the monument" ceremony, the closer you sit to the Taikoo Moral Monument, the higher your position in the Swallowing Party.

The climax of the Open Stele Festival has not really arrived. The climax part of the annual Open Stele Festival is after the last rays of the sun leaves the Taikoo Moral Stele. At that time, Taoist Meng Shidao will come to the scene to speak for everyone. An hour’s scriptures, and then accept disciples.

After advancing to the sky, Meng Shidao will show up here almost every year on the day of the opening of the stele, even if Meng Shidao was a great Situ of Taixia San Gong a few years ago, on this day, he He would also come here from Xuanyuan Hill to celebrate the Open Tablet Festival with everyone.

Numerous cadres of Tuntang, the president of the Daode Club and the members come here every year, in order to meet Meng Shidao and listen to Meng Shidao's teachings, and the most among the party members. Those who are highly valued by Meng Shidao will even receive the initiation of Meng Shidao and be taught the secrets of "Guizhen Jing".

While sitting on the edge of the square to rest, Mr. Zhu waited nervously and nervously. To be honest, if you can see Meng Shidao here, even if it is far away, he can still ask The people of Zhujiaji brag for many years, and if their son can be selected by Meng Shidao here and become one in ten thousand lucky, then their Zhu family will completely stand up.

The disciples selected by Meng Shidao are not all those who came from the wealthy families or the backbone families of the swallowing party. Rather, every year, several children from ordinary families are favored by Meng Shidao, and they rise to the sky one step at a time and become their hometowns. 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 arrived. Those people were disciples of Hongyu Academy. After completing the "stone touch" ceremony, all of them sat in the area closest to the Taikoo Moral Monument.

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

"Benevolence is the heart of Dao, virtue is the body of Dao, ritual is the use of Dao, righteousness is the movement of Dao, Dao is thing, only trance but trance. Trance, there is an image in it, and trance. Among them. There is something. It is slender, and there is essence in it; its essence is true, there is faith in it, the road is nameless, but the road is from..."

After arriving in the square, the disciples of Hongyu Academy began to recite aloud. Slowly, millions of people began to recite together. The sound shook the mountains. As long as the party swallowed up the mountain, almost everyone would recite this passage. Text.

When the last rays of the sun left the highest point of the Taikoo Moral Monument, the chanting in the entire square slowly stopped.

"Everyone got up and welcomed the Taoist..." A loud and majestic voice rang over the square. After hearing this voice, all the people sitting on the ground stood up at the same time and stood respectfully.

"Dad, I can't see it anymore..." Zhu Guangsi whispered and shook the hand of Zhu Lao San.

Because he was young, he was standing on the outermost edge of the square. After everyone stood up, Zhu’s son was drowned in a group of adults. All he saw was the waist and legs of the person in front of him. Gone.

Zhu Laosan hurriedly made a speech-free gesture for his son to calm his son down, his eyes widened and he looked at the ancient moral monument in the distance.

Lao San Zhu didn’t see how Meng Shidao came, but after everyone stood up and the square suddenly became quiet, a figure in a black robe, like a trick, stood on the Taikoo Moral Monument. At the highest point, looking down at the common people, looking at the millions of fanatical followers standing below.

"Welcome to the Taoist Master, I wish the Taoist chakra will turn forever, and the road will last forever!" Millions of people congratulated loudly at the same time, saluting the figure standing on the Taikoo Moral Monument...

At this time in previous years, after everyone saluted and greeted, the figure usually said at this time, "The great avenue is not the avenue for one person, but the avenue for everyone. Please sit down, and I will preach for you..." , And then everyone would sit down, and the figure would begin to sit cross-legged on the top of the Taikoo Moral Monument and begin to give lectures to everyone.

But today, the figure was a little unusually silent. After the crowds saluted, there was no speech for a while, the man did not speak, and the millions of Party Devourers in the square could only stand, one by one. Looking at the figure standing on the Taikoo Moral Monument, he didn't know what to say next, and the atmosphere on the scene became strange.

Finally, the person standing on the Taikoo Moral Monument spoke up. The person sighed and said, "It's finally today..."

The faint sigh and voice clearly reached everyone's ears, and the millions of people were at a loss in their hearts at this moment—it's finally today... what does Taoist mean...

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