Explorer of Teyvat

As the conversation between Zhongli and Ying in Beiguo Bank ended, the ceremony of sending immortals was held as scheduled.

There was a lot of noise on the mountain road to Yujingtai. Countless Liyue people were walking with heavy steps and sad faces on their faces, heading towards the place where the immortal ceremony was held.

"Now that the ceremony of sending the immortals is done, it means that those rumors are all confirmed!"

"Prince Yan, he is really good. But the problem is that the murderer has not been caught yet?"

"I heard a theory, and I think the possibility is very high. I heard that the assassin was a young man from the Fools. I heard that he had a pretty high-ranking young man. He seemed to be called [Young Master]!"

"Fools, that's a bit suspicious. Everyone knows that they are greedy guys and they are all crooked."

"Hush! Keep your voice down, what if we let the fools stare at us? There is no Prince Yan to protect us now!"

Wang Daoyi held Xiang Ling's little hand and listened to everyone talking along the way.

Qixing's movements were really fast. Before, there were rumors that Qixing assassinated the emperor, but now the rumors are all the work of fools.

Xiang Ling was also in a depressed mood and held Wang Daoyi's hand firmly, as if this could make her feel more at ease.

Arriving at the Yujing Stage, the atmosphere was already extremely solemn.

The Qianyan regiment soldiers holding Qianyan spears stood around with solemn expressions, but if you look closely, you can see that there are also traces of sadness in their eyes.

Compared with the ordinary people of Liyue, these soldiers who inherited the ancient Qianyan Army were originally supposed to be the personal guards of the emperor in Liyue. But now, their god and their king have fallen.

"Boom!"

The dull bells rang, and in the Yujingtai Square, on the long mountain road, the people of Liyue who came to participate in the ceremony stopped. The originally noisy sounds disappeared, and the atmosphere became more solemn, with a hint of sadness filling the air.

Wang Daoyi held Xiang Ling's hand and stood in a corner of Yujingtai Square. Looking at Zhongli, the guest of the Hall of Rebirth, who was holding a ceremony in the middle of the square, the corners of his eyes could not help but twitch.

Resisting the desire to take out the camera and take a picture, Wang Daoyi tried his best to calm down the desire to complain in his heart, and inadvertently took Xiang Ling's hand and squeezed it.

Feeling the power coming from Wang Daoyi's hand, Xiang Ling looked at Wang Daoyi's expressionless face because he suppressed his emotions.

[Brother Dao Yi is also very sad when Prince Yan leaves! 】

Thinking this, Xiang Ling also grabbed Wang Daoyi's hand tightly, hoping to make Wang Daoyi feel her concern.

"Huh?" Wang Dao felt a little strange when he felt Xiang Ling's strong hand. Why is this little girl so strong? Is it because she is afraid that she will get lost?

Square center.

It was different from Wang Dao who wanted to laugh when he looked at it.

Zhongli looked solemn, as if he didn't remember that this ceremony was for him. He carried out the ceremony in an orderly manner, like a sacrifice from ancient times to the present, and the rituals were completed smoothly under his hands.

Perhaps for Zhongli, this was a farewell to his former identity and the beginning of a new life for him.

In sadness and solemnity, the ceremony of sending immortals came to an end, and everyone began to offer incense to the emperor in an orderly manner.

But after the incense was burned, people did not leave. They were waiting for an explanation, an explanation from the General Affairs Department and Qixing.

Under the gaze of everyone, a Qianyan Army accompanied by the rising sun and the cockcrow in the morning came to the Yujing Platform and let the voice travel to every corner with the wind: "Pass the official announcement of the Seven Stars:

Everyone needs to know that although a flying dragon or a flying lin may live longer than a mountain, they will eventually turn into ashes.

In the immortal book of the emperor, the destiny is the sun and the moon, but sometimes it is cloudy and sunny, which coincides with the thunder disaster.

There are many rumors on the streets that the Japanese Emperor was assassinated, but they are not true.

The emperor suffered a catastrophe and his soul returned to heaven. Therefore, I would like to inform Liyue and pray for the people to express their condolences and avoid being heartbroken.

Also, don’t listen to rumors and make assumptions. "

On the other side, Zhongli, Ying and Paimon chatted together after the ceremony.

"Hmm! Why did Qixing's rhetoric become like this? Did they give up on tracing the murderer? Or do they already know that Zhongli faked his death?"

Paimeng looked at Zhongli. The meaning of this edict was that the Rock God encountered a natural disaster and died under it.

Facing Paimeng's suspicious gaze, Zhongli nodded simply, "Well, after the transaction of the Heart of God was completed, I told certain people in the Seven Stars and the immortals."

"Oh?! But how did you tell them?"

Zhongli smiled and said, "A magical method called Dream Enlightenment is perfect for conveying messages."

"But aren't you ready to let Liyue go on alone? Why do you still tell them that you are still alive?" Ying was confused and felt that Zhongli's approach was somewhat contradictory.

"Human desires are unlimited. If there are no limits, they will eventually lead to self-destruction. Today's Qixing is indeed very competent, but what about the future."

Zhongli is always like this, he always thinks about distant things.

"Seeing the undead emperor in a dream would be a good restriction. They can develop Liyue according to their ideas, but they cannot use this power as they wish, because they know that the emperor is still watching them!"

Ying and Paimon shook their heads, they couldn't understand this politically charged approach.

The three of them continued to walk in the ceremony of sending immortals, feeling the last thoughts of the people of Liyue for Emperor Yanwang.

On the other side, Wang Daoyi took Xiangling and offered a stick of incense to Emperor Yan Wang before leaving Yujing Terrace. He was afraid of meeting Zhongli in person and couldn't help laughing.

After leaving Yujingtai, Wang Daoyi did not return to Wanmin Hall with Xiang Ling, but came to Purangsheng Hall.

Compared with the funeral held by myself on the Yujing stage, what was discussed in the hall of the dead was the real funeral.

An old man with gray hair sat in front of Hu Tao, carefully reading the copy prepared by Hu Tao.

"Uncle Tian!"

Wang Daoyi said hello and sat between Hu Tao and the old man.

The old man looked at Wang Daoyi and nodded; "How is the ceremony for sending immortals?"

The old man was Tianshu, one of the seven stars. He did not go to attend the immortal ceremony, but came to the Hall of Rebirth in order to prepare for the funeral of those Qianyan Army who died in the disaster.

"Zhongli's guest performance was perfect. No scholar can find fault with him." Wang Daoyi answered truthfully.

Uncle Tian nodded; "That's good. The emperor left suddenly, and many people are ready to make a move. Although Ningguang acted quickly, there are still people lurking. At this time, we can't make any mistakes."

Then he turned to look at Hu Tao.

"Hall Master Hu, if hundreds of people hold a funeral at the same time, can the Hall of Purity be able to bear the responsibility?"

After the disaster, although the General Affairs Department immediately carried out rescue operations and rescued most of the seriously injured people, hundreds of people were still killed before dawn.

Faced with such a big list, Hutao was not as quirky as before, nor was he as naughty and cute as usual, and he had the same solemn look on his face.

"There are not that many ceremonial officials in the Hall of Purity, and the manpower cannot handle such a large-scale funeral!"

Hu Tao's answer made Uncle Tian a little distressed. The compensation for the fallen soldiers had been completed, but the matters behind these soldiers were also very important.

The silence between Uncle Tian and Hu Tao made Wang Daoyi think of a solution.

"Hall Master Hu, if the Gossip Hall is only responsible for the final death ceremony, and Qian Yanjun is responsible for the other steps, can it be held at the same time?"

Funerals in the Hall of the Past are very complicated. Often, dozens of ceremony officials are needed for one person's funeral. However, these ceremony officials are usually responsible for a whole set of funerals.

include:

Small coffin: cleanse the body, make it look good, and put it on a shroud.

Funeral announcement: formally informing relatives and friends near and far about the time and circumstances of death and funeral arrangements. There are often strict regulations on the situation and sequence.

Funeral: Relatives and friends come from other places to attend the funeral, bringing gifts, gifts, elegiac couplets, wreaths, etc.

Suspended: Also known as temporary residence, the corpse is parked in the mourning hall for a few days, waiting for relatives and friends who come to mourn; it also helps to confirm death rather than coma and suspended animation.

Wake: During the mourning period, relatives and friends who are already present, especially the deceased’s juniors, take turns guarding the deceased in the mourning hall.

Big coffin: In front of the family members, the deceased is moved into a coffin covered with mattresses, covered with a quilt, and nails are nailed to seal the coffin.

Funeral and Burial: Take the coffin to the cemetery for burial.

Death ceremony: After the burial, the death ceremony will be held in the death hall to send the deceased into the narrow space between life and death.

Such tedious steps must not be possible for hundreds of people at the same time.

So Wang Daoyi thought of a way to leave all the preparations to Qianyan Army, and the Rebirth Hall was only responsible for the rebirth ceremony after the burial.

Hearing what Wang Daoyi said, Hutao nodded, and light appeared in Meihua's eyes that were originally silent.

"Okay, okay, all the previous steps can be replaced by the Qianyan Army. Only the final ritual of death requires the ceremony officer of the Death Hall!"

Immediately, Hutao explained the various processes of the funeral to Uncle Tian, ​​breaking it down step by step, writing out the steps, and finally handed them over to Qianyanjun to make them familiar with them.

After watching Uncle Tian leave, a thought flashed through Wang Daoyi's mind. Perhaps this was Liyue's first official state funeral!