Sacrifices to the loyal and righteous man are not only a major event in the Great Chen Kingdom, but also in all countries. This sacrifice is solemn, and everyone naturally listens to this specially selected sacrificial text.

But when the ritual officer just spoke up the first sentence of Chen Kaizhi's sacrificial text, everyone's expressions changed.

Not a tribute...

This is not a tribute!

The format of the sacrificial text is extremely strict, and no mistake is allowed in every word.

This sacrificial text is the most serious style, even more rules than poetry. Poetry can be without rhyme or out of the rhythm. As long as the poem is well written, it will still be remembered forever.

However, the sacrificial text is different. The sacrificial text is a style that communicates with gods. No matter how serious it is, the ancients had great respect for the deceased, which is by no means a joke.

Now, this first sentence is that the heaven and earth have righteous energy, and the various forms are released.

Suddenly, there was an uproar on and off the altar.

The scene of Zhuang Su disappeared just now. Some people thought they had heard it wrong, raised their eyes in surprise, some people looked around, they thought the ritual officials had read the tribute text wrong, and some people opened their mouths very wide, thinking that this was something they had never seen in their lives.

King Zhao's face suddenly became gloomy and his eyebrows were frowning deeply, and he was very unhappy.

Such a huge mistake occurred at such a large sacrificial ceremony.

Mr. Li Zi opened his eyes widened, and at first he was disbelief, then he was ecstatic.

This is Chen Kaizhi's article. He is such a good boy. Such a article can be selected, which is simply a mess.

Now, Chen Kaizhi's reputation must be ruined, and he has no qualifications to compare with him.

Hahaha……

He laughed happily in his heart, and a proud look flashed through his face, as if he had seen Chen Kaizhi's death.

However, the ritual officer did not stop, but continued to recite: "The lower part is the river and the upper part is the sun and the higher part is the sun and the others are called Haoran, and the vastness is the darkness."

It’s a big mistake. How can you recite poems in the sacrificial text?

King Zhao glared at the ritual officer fiercely. The ritual officer was startled, so when he recited the word Cangming, his throat trembled.

As a result, under the altar, there was no stop to whisper.

No one cares about the sacrificial text. What everyone is eager for is why such articles become sacrificial texts?

Isn’t this very disrespectful to Zhongyi Hou? It’s simply a mess.

What's more, he beat his chest and fell down, feeling that the sky was about to fall.

If you know what you know in the spring of loyalty and righteousness, you don’t know what you think.

More importantly, all countries are offering sacrifices. Once this incident is reported, the mother country of Da Chen, the Zhongyihou, made such a joke, and the consequences are... unbelievable.

This is a national humiliation, a humiliation of the country!

The whispers became louder and louder, and the formation at the bottom began to become a little messy.

King Zhao had a stern face and did not speak, but his murderous intent had passed through his eyes.

At this time, Mr. Li Zi deliberately shouted: "Who wrote this tribute, his crime should be punished!"

The ritual officer has begun to hesitate. Should he continue to recite?

In fact, when he saw this style at the beginning, he felt that it was going to be bad. But in public, he had no choice but to shoot the arrow on the string, but now, what else can it be?

After a moment of pause, he continued to bite the bullet and pretended to be fine, and sang loudly: "The imperial road is clear and the imperial court is clear, and the Hanhe Tu Ming Court is here. When he was poor, he saw it, and he draped his paintings one by one. In Qi Taishi Jian, in Jin Donghu's pen."

"In Qin Zhang Liangzhu, Han Suwu Festival. Or for Liaodong, Qing Cao Li Bingxue..."

Finally, something strange happened, and those who wanted to denounce it suddenly became quieter at this time.

If the shock and surprise at the beginning made them not think too much about the article itself, but when they read it here, some people were still indignant, but some people suddenly felt a completely different feeling.

At this time, they carefully studied the plain words, but seemed to have a sense of righteousness, and suddenly they felt something. They even wanted to know what the next sentence was.

"Sometimes you hit the thief's scepter, and your head is broken. This is the magnificent energy and the sturdyness will last forever. When it penetrates the sun and the moon, life and death will be at peace. The earth's protection depends on it, and the sky's pillars rely on it. The three pillars are actually fate, and morality is the root. I am so sad that I can't do anything but Yang Jiu, but the official is really not strong."

“…”

Gradually, the whispers just now became weaker and weaker.

Everyone seemed to be quiet at this moment, almost all listening intently.

Even the ritual officer who was reciting the sacrificial text seemed to be shocked by the words. He was actually cheered up and no longer had the fear and anxiety he had just now, but suddenly wanted to continue reading the following text.

And this time, I continued to read it, not because of my responsibilities, but because I missed it all.

He raised the notes, and the sound became more contagious, as if a strong and righteous spirit surged out of his body: "The prisoner of Chu was a crown, and the cart was sent to the north. The cauldron was as sweet as she could, and he could not find it. The dark room was full of ghost fire, the spring courtyard was dark. The cows and horses were the same soap, and the chickens were lying on the phoenix to eat."

Finally, all the sounds came to an abrupt end.

Between the world, only the initial quietness and silence remained.

But……

Many people are moved when they hear this passage.

‘It’s a pity that when I encountered the national crisis, I was really unable to go to Anguo to kill the thieves. So I became a prisoner in court clothes and was sent to the north by someone on a postcar. It was like being punished by a cauldron to me. It was like drinking sugar water for me. It was a pity to sacrifice my life for the country. There were ghost fires in the cell and it was quiet. The door of the spring courtyard was closed until dark. The old cow and the horse were locked together to share a trough, and the phoenix lived in the chicken coop and ate like a chicken.

Isn’t this exactly the situation of Zhongyi Hou and Hu people? The previous tribute was just repeated and stable articles, talking about Zhongyi Hou’s great achievements. However, every word in this article seemed to have an unparalleled appeal.

The punishment day and night was locked in a dungeon. In the dark and extremely harsh environment, an old man sat cross-legged there. It was dark and humid here, and countless insects and ants were biting the carrion on their bodies. What a terrifying imagination.

But……

The text uses the most plain language, just as if the old man was telling his own experience. In the self-report, there was peace. This peace formed a strong contrast with the harsh environment, but it suddenly made a picture appear in the minds of countless people. The person in the picture was suffering like hell, but his heart was peaceful. This peace, just makes people feel the power.

A huge force.

In the past, everyone had a stern face, which was more like completing a ceremony than commemoration.

But now, many people's eyes even turned red and their bodies were trembling. They suddenly realized that the power of Zhongyi Hou hundreds of years ago was passed down for five hundred years. Perhaps people had no consciousness, but they were still rooted in their bones.

"Once a day, the fog is covered with dew, and it is divided into a ditch. In this way, the cold and heat will be restored by all the trenches. Alas, the silence of the ground is so peaceful that I am happy for my country. How can I be clever and clever? I look up at the white clouds. I feel sad and sad. The sky is so great. The philosopher is far away, and the punishment is in my past. I read books on the eaves, and the ancient roads shine on the color."

At this time...dead silence.

Deadly silent.

The final conclusion still did not use the format of the sacrificial text, but directly revealed the finishing touch of the article.

These hardships are so heart-wrenching. I am just a mortal, with flesh and blood on my body, how can I bear it? But there is a heart of loyalty in my heart forever, and fame and fortune are like clouds in the sky to me.

The sorrow in my heart is deep and vast. May I ask when will the sky have the ultimate?

The ancestors have left me one by one, and their examples have been remembered in my heart.

Under the eaves, I opened the book to read in the breeze, and the glory of the ancients will shine on me and walk firmly.

What I intercept is the power of sages, and what I draw comes from the Four Books and Five Classics, and from my loyalty to my country.

The just-reported voices of criticism have now left.

Countless people's eyes were red, and at this moment, people couldn't help but shed tears.

This time, it’s no longer because this article is not following the rules.

The ritual official who was reciting the article finally finished reciting the article, and she burst into tears and her voice was sobbing. She tried hard to read out the last sentence.

The ritual officials on the altar also had moist eyes and an uncontrollable grief arose from the bottom of their hearts.

The scholars under the altar originally thought that this time was just a sacrifice as usual as in previous years, but this time, they had a different feeling, just as the loyal and righteous man took his true soul and told the story of five hundred years ago in a calm tone. The huge grief began to be infected. Then someone burst into tears, and others seemed to be infected. The hearts were so sad that they shed tears.

Everyone lowered their heads, restrained, just sobbed, uncontrollable, and burst into tears.

In fact... it may not be the words that infected them, but in fact, emotions are the most infected among the crowd. When someone cries, this sad mood begins to be transmitted, so that it is difficult for everyone to control it.

But behind this grief, there is a strong sense of righteousness, which seems to be abundant between the world. This... must be the meaning of the Hou Zhongyi. This strong sense of righteousness fills everyone's heart...

Chen Kaizhi's eyes were also moist. When he wrote this article, he just felt a sense of grief and righteousness. But now, infected by such emotions, his eyes were slightly moist.

He firmly believed that there were always such people in the world. Perhaps he was not perfect, but he always stood up when everyone retreated and was timid. Even if there were thousands of people, I would go.
Chapter completed!