I traveled through time and became the Queen of Ancient Dian

Baona's heart tightened. This subtle sound was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples.

The noise of the celebration gradually faded from her ears, replaced by an inexplicable uneasiness.

The changes brought about by the trade boom have not yet subsided, and the difficult problem of changing beliefs is now facing us.

She knew very well that this road was destined to be full of thorns, but the future of ancient Dian would not allow her to retreat in the slightest.

The majestic temple stands in the center of the royal city. The weathered stone pillars are carved with ancient totems, silently telling the long history of the ancient Dian Kingdom.

Baona stood in front of the temple, gazing at the solemn and majestic statue, with a thousand thoughts in her mind.

The temple was filled with the scent of sandalwood, heavy and solemn, as if silently resisting the coming changes.

However, Baona's eyes were firm

"Regarding the change of faith, I wonder what you all think?" Baona's voice echoed in the hall, breaking the original tranquility.

She looked around at the crowd, trying to find a glimmer of support on their faces.

However, what responded to her was the gloomy face of Priest Sikong.

"How dare you! Faith is the foundation of our ancient Dian nation. How can you change it at will!" Priest Sikong's eyes were wide open and his voice rang out like thunder in the hall.

He stood up suddenly and pointed at Baona with trembling fingers, as if she had committed a heinous crime.

"The glory of our ancestors must not be desecrated. You are pushing the ancient Dian Kingdom into an abyss of no return!"

Baona met his gaze fearlessly and said in a firm tone: "Priest Sikong, times are changing, and the beliefs of ancient Dian also need to keep pace with the times. I don't want to deny the glory of our ancestors, but to let it be passed on in a new way." The atmosphere in the hall was tense and full of gunpowder, and everyone breathed cautiously.

The religious scholar Sikou stroked his beard and spoke slowly: "Religious change is no joke, and we need to consider it carefully." Although his words were calm, they concealed his resistance to change.

Missionary Zhang Du gave Bao Na an encouraging look. He knew that this road was destined to be difficult, but he was willing to fight alongside her.

A believer of Zhuansun, an ordinary citizen of ancient Dian, had a face full of doubts and worries. He murmured to himself: "Reform... is it really a good thing?" Theologian Duanmu was full of disdain. In his opinion, Baona's idea was simply absurd.

"I have made up my mind..." Baona's voice sounded again, with an unquestionable firmness in her tone.

As soon as Baona finished speaking, a buzz of discussion sounded in the hall, like a swarm of bees.

The Zhuansun believer clutched the corner of his clothes tightly, his face full of fear, and his lips trembling slightly: "Queen, this... this change, will it anger the gods and bring down disaster?" He spoke tremblingly, his voice as thin as a mosquito, but it was particularly clear in the silent hall, and also ignited the anxiety in the hearts of other people.

The crowd, who were already wavering, became even more panicked at this moment. Whispers surged like a tide. Baona felt a splitting headache and a deep sense of powerlessness in her heart.

The seeds of reform had just been sown, but they encountered such strong resistance, which made her feel extremely frustrated, as if she had punched cotton, soft but suffocating.

Just when Baona was about to be swallowed up by the depressing atmosphere, the religious scholar Sikou stood up.

He stroked his long beard, his eyes sparkling, his voice steady and powerful: "Your Majesty, although I am cautious about change, when I think about it carefully, the Queen's ideas are not completely unreasonable." He paused, looked around at everyone, and continued: "The faith of my ancient Dian has been passed down for thousands of years. It is indeed the foundation of the country, but it is not static. Just like rivers flow and move forward, our faith should also follow the trend of the times and develop." He talked eloquently, with a glimmer of wisdom in his eyes, as if a wise man was guiding a lost lamb.

These words from the religious scholar Sikou were like a flash of lightning that pierced the gloomy sky, igniting a glimmer of hope in Baona's heart.

She looked at the elderly scholar with gratitude, as if she had grabbed a life-saving straw in the darkness.

With the support of the religious scholars of the Sikou, the atmosphere in the hall gradually eased, and some people who originally held opposing views began to reconsider.

"Lord Sikou, could you please tell me your thoughts in detail?" Baona asked anxiously, as if she had grasped a ray of hope.

The religious scholar Sikou smiled slightly and said, "Your Majesty, please follow me..." He made a "please" gesture and walked towards the religious research room on the side of the hall.

Baona followed closely behind, her heart filled with anticipation, as if a door to a new world was about to open...

"Wait," Priest Sikong suddenly said in a cold tone, "I want to go too!"

In the religious research room, the air is filled with the scent of ink from ancient scriptures, and the walls are painted with mysterious religious totems, as if telling the story of faith passed down for thousands of years.

Bao Na and the religious scholar Si Kou sat opposite each other, with several ancient scriptures placed between them. They sometimes whispered to each other, sometimes argued fiercely, and their fingertips occasionally brushed across the scriptures, leaving shallow marks.

"Your Majesty, I believe that the core of faith change lies in 'inheritance' rather than 'subversion'." The religious scholar Sikou stroked his beard, his eyes bright, like a wise man pointing out the way out of confusion.

"What we need to do is to combine the essence of ancient Dian's traditional beliefs with the needs of the new era, and create a new belief system that can both inherit history and lead the future."

Baona listened intently, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Master Sikou is absolutely right! We can't simply deny the past. Instead, we must stand on the shoulders of giants, see higher, and go further!"

The two of them talked back and forth in a heated and passionate discussion, as if two flints colliding, bursting out dazzling sparks of thought.

The scholars and priests around them, who had originally been skeptical and on the sidelines, were now infected by their enthusiasm and joined in the discussion, and the atmosphere gradually became lively.

"Your Majesty, I think we can learn from the religious rituals of other countries and integrate them into our belief system," a young scholar boldly suggested.

"That's a good idea! We can take the essence and discard the dross to create a religious ritual unique to ancient Dian!" another priest echoed.

Theologian Duanmu stood by and originally thought that Baona would follow the traditional way and proceed slowly, but he did not expect that she would come up with such a bold and innovative idea.

He opened his eyes wide, his face full of surprise, as if he couldn't believe his ears.

"This...this is unheard of!" he muttered to himself.

Baona looked around at everyone confidently, her eyes filled with anticipation for the future: "I believe that as long as we work together, we will be able to create a better future!"

A preliminary reform plan gradually took shape, which was like the rising sun, emitting the light of hope.

However, this is just the beginning. The resistance from conservative forces remains strong and the road ahead is still full of thorns.

"Priest Sikong, do you have any opinions on this plan?" Baona turned her gaze to Priest Sikong, who had been silent all this time, and her tone was calm but with a hint of unquestionable majesty.

Priest Sikong's face was gloomy, and his eyes flashed with complex light.

He clenched his fists tightly, his lips trembling slightly, but in the end he only uttered two words: "No..." He turned around abruptly, walked away, leaving behind a cold sentence echoing in the air: "But, this does not mean that I agree!"