Look, Ancient People!
Early in the morning.
Mount Tai was surrounded by mountains, and its cliffs towered into the clouds.
It was extremely majestic!
Every year, countless tourists would come every month just to climb to the top of Mount Tai…
Watching the sunrise, the mountains were small!
At this moment, at the foot of Mount Tai.
Although there were many empty spaces at the foot of the mountain, all the empty spaces that could be seen were already filled with people.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
As the three melodious bells rang, the chattering crowd immediately fell silent and looked at the stage of the sacrificial ceremony.
Dong dong dong!
The sound of drums rang out, and three deacons dressed in sacrificial costumes stepped onto the stage.
Over a hundred people dressed in sacrificial robes stood behind him with cupped hands and said loudly,"
"If there is a mountain that can moisten a hundred miles, the emperor will sacrifice it.”
"Mount Tai is the only mountain that can come out from the stone and merge with the skin. It doesn't rain all over the world…"
A solemn and impassioned speech, simple and ethereal music.
Everyone was awed and their hearts trembled.
This was the Mount Tai Sacrificial Ceremony that had been passed down for thousands of years!
Mount Tai is safe, and the four seas are safe!
The emperors of the past were ordered by the heavens, and they all yearned to hold the Fengshan ceremony on Mount Tai, which was "directly connected to the Emperor's Throne".
Chen Qingzhi, who was under a tree in the distance, was also shocked. He looked up at the majestic Mount Tai not far away, which pierced through the clouds. He felt something in his heart and could not help but feel poetic.
Thinking of this, Chen Qingzhi looked around as if he was looking for something.
His gaze fell on the weeds not far away. There happened to be a dilapidated stone tablet there.
Chen Qingzhi smiled and bent down to pick up a stone. His movements were like flowing water as he drew on the stone tablet.
This broken stone tablet was really not worthy of this poem!
Nowadays, scenic spots were not like ancient times where one could express their feelings and write poems with a random stone.
If he really did that, not to mention increasing the recognition rate, the final result would probably be negative.
It was still good that he would be scolded to death, or even put on the Internet to be searched.
Therefore, he could only find a dilapidated stone tablet in the weeds outside the scenic area to barely cope.
After finishing the last stroke, Chen Qingzhi looked at the poem on the stone tablet and nodded in satisfaction. He turned his wheelchair and headed towards the gate of Mount Tai.
After Chen Qingzhi left, an old couple staggered over.
"Old Chen, take a photo of me here.”
"Take, take, take. You only know how to take pictures."
The old man called Old Chen looked at his wife who raised her scarf with both hands and muttered softly.
Kacha! Kacha!
"Who's so immoral to not let go of such a remote stone tablet?”
"Eh? Good handwriting!"
Hearing his wife's complaints, Elder Chen, who was the president of the Imperial Capital Ancient Poetry Research Association, took a glance. His eyes immediately lit up as if he had discovered a treasure.
"This word is strong and powerful, flowing like water, but it's not elegant or calm.”
"Good, this is really good!"
Old Chen put on his presbyopic glasses and bent down excitedly to admire it.
"The Heavenly Gate pours down the Milky Way water, and the Sun Temple overflows the blue sea.”
"The world is full of Xiangcheng ruts, and I'm worried about myself…"
"Tsk, what a good poem. This seven-character poem is really well written.”
" The magnificent Mount Tai and the turbulent river seem to be right in front of us. The second half of the couplet is about the disappointment and helplessness of looking back at the ever-changing world.”
Old Chen looked at the poem on the stone tablet obsessively and praised it endlessly.
"This person must be an old man with rich experience and knowledge!”
Old Chen's words of praise attracted the attention of the surrounding tourists. A few middle-aged men who were good at poetry in the crowd could not help but praise the flowing water and magnificent poems on the stone tablet.
"Eh? Wasn't the artistic conception of this poem Mount Tai?”
"This poem is indeed well written. It's not inferior to the ancient poems that have been passed down from generation to generation!”
"Today's people don't have to lose to the ancients. This poem is wonderful!”
When the old man who was sweeping the floor heard this, he could not help but come over and smack his face with a smile.
"What rich experience? He's just a young man!”
"What is it? Young man? That's impossible!"
Elder Chen was in disbelief.
"Why would I lie to you? Just now, a young man in an ancient costume rowed. I was watching from afar. If he dared to draw in the scenic area, I would go up and hit him with a broom!”
The grandpa sweeper said excitedly after being questioned.
"I'm so sorry. May I ask which direction he went?”
Old Chen quickly apologized and asked where the poet had gone.
"It's fine, it's fine. He went that way. He should be going to the ropeway.”
The old man pointed in the direction of Mount Tai's gate.
"Old woman, stop taking pictures. Let's hurry up and catch up to him. Such a talent is rare!”
Old Chen urged him to finish before he chased after them.
……
The entrance of Mount Tai was surrounded by people.
At this moment, a man in a wheelchair slowly appeared from the gentle slope below the platform.
He had a delicate and handsome appearance, fair skin, and a red dot between his eyebrows.
He was wearing an ancient beige robe and a luxurious golden robe. He was sitting in a wheelchair.
This wheelchair was also not the same one. It was made entirely of wood and had a special texture. It emitted a fragrance of grass and trees. It should be precious red sandalwood!
Furthermore, the wheelchair's craftsmanship was unique and exquisite. There were many complicated patterns engraved on it, adding to the ancient and mysterious feeling.
The man in the wheelchair had his long hair tied behind his head, and his beard fluttered.
Compared to the people around him, whether it was in terms of clothing or hairstyle…
Out of place!
It was as if…
An ancient man had crossed the years, walked out of the ancient Mount Tai, and arrived in the modern world.
The scenery and the people were all drawn into the painting.
"Wow!"
"Mom, look, it's an ancient person!”
A child's voice could be heard nearby, echoing at the foot of the mountain, attracting the attention of many people.
The luxurious man in the wheelchair also smiled.
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