Yan Hui pushed open the gate of Haoran Palace and walked in first. Other representatives of the Hundred Schools also followed in, without any concern about the traps. Unless Confucius went crazy, he would kill the representatives of the Hundred Schools here. Even if there was a trap, the representatives of the Hundred Schools with the highest treasures could escape safely.

Everyone walked into the hall and found that it was a space inside, which just accommodated more than a hundred people, neither seemed empty nor crowded.

Many people nodded faintly, good means and the size of the space will change with the number of people coming in, and they are truly the Confucian Confucius Institute.

Representatives from each family found their seats to sit down.

Legalist Li Kui said seriously: "Mr. Yan Hui, should we give an explanation? In the book "The Most Saint of Confucianism and Taoism", it slandered my philosophers and belittled my ancestry of hundreds of schools. What other sayings about the return of hundreds of schools of thought are extremely absurd."

Su Qin, a clan, said unhappy: "A hundred schools of thought belong to Confucianism. Will I bow and bow when I see Mr. Yan Hui in the future and call him Master Yan?"

Yan Hui hurriedly said, "Misunderstanding! This is a misunderstanding, it is definitely not the Confucian meaning."

Xu Guizhu, a farmer, said unhappy: "There is a name for the master directly inside, and he also said that the method of cultivation is guided by Confucianism.

My farmer inherits the Shennong Taoist tradition. Where do you need your guidance to practice? Are you even more powerful than Shennong Human Emperor?"

Mo Jiaqin Shenzi sneered: "You have also pointed out the name Juzi. Do you really think that my Mo family is easy to bully?"

Liu An of the Mid-Architect nodded and said, "That's right, the name of Master Lu of the Mid-Architect is also pointed out in the book."

Yan Hui quickly smiled and said, "Misunderstanding, these are all misunderstandings. These are all written by Zhang Mingxuan and have nothing to do with my Confucian views."

Gongqiaosheng, the Yin-Yang Family, smiled and said, "It's written in the book. This content is all about your Confucianism. The final interpretation is owned by Confucianism."

Yan Hui smiled bitterly and said, "It was all intentional. I don't understand what the final right of explanation is!"

Legalist Li Kui said, "Mr. Yan Hui, let me ask you, did you ask me if you asked me to write this book?"

Yan Hui nodded and said, "I asked Mr. Zhang to write it, but..."

Su Qin, a clan, interrupted with a smile and said, "Mr. Yan Hui, you asked me to write this book. Now the final interpretation is owned by Confucianism. Do you want to give us an explanation?"

Yan Hui smiled bitterly and said, "I asked the book to be written, but I don't know what it was written at all! Who would have thought that he would not only defame your hundred schools of thought but also deceive Confucianism."

The Baijia really doesn't know the truth of the matter? It is not necessarily true that there are big figures behind the Baijiajia. Everyone knows Zhang Mingxuan's identity and background, and even his temper. Most of the things Yan Hui said are true. Zhang Mingxuan really dares to do this kind of thing.

But does anyone dare to settle the score with Zhang Mingxuan? No! They are sure that they will be able to control Zhibao to Tianmen Mountain by driving Zhibao to Tianmen Mountain. Zhang Mingxuan will be holding Qingping Dabao Sword. Even Zhibao will cut it into pieces. The persimmons will still be soft. Honest people are easy to bully.

Compared with Zhang Mingxuan, Confucianism is a soft persimmon and an honest person. Besides, what are the benefits of finding Zhang Mingxuan? For hundreds of schools of thought, the greatest benefit is to suppress Confucianism.

Liu An, a miscellaneous scholar, said angrily: "Now everyone in the world knows that I, the Hundred Schools, are your Confucian disciples, are the vassals of Confucianism, and the Confucianism and Taoism are the most saints.

How do you feel when you step on the bones of my Baijiajia to the high position? You can really do it by derogating from Baijiajiajia and promoting Confucianism and Taoism. Humph!"

Yan Hui stammered and said, "This is really not our original intention."

Su Qin, a clan leader, touched the pattern of the chessboard and whispered: "If Confucianism is gone, will the slander of me and the hundred schools of thought be gone?"

Sun Bin, a military strategist, smiled and said: "War is the fastest and best way to solve problems."

Yan Hui's face changed and he said, "Everyone, please wait."

Yan Hui's face changed, and he sighed helplessly. They didn't listen to the explanation at all, so they could only take the blame for Zhang Mingxuan. They said with a dark face: "I'll go and ask Master Kong now, and I will definitely give you a satisfactory explanation."

Su Qin, a clan, nodded and smiled, saying, "Good!"

The mistress Liu An smiled and said, "Sir, go and take us to ask the teacher."

Yan Hui nodded to everyone with a wry smile, hurried out, and after walking out of the door, he ordered the Confucian scholars outside the door to send good tea into the hall.

Yan Hui hurried into his residence and came to the side room. There was a portrait of Confucius hanging inside. There was an altar under the portrait, and there was only an incense burner on the altar.

Yan Hui pulled out three sandalwood sticks from the altar and held them in his hand. The sandalwood ignited out of thin air.

Yan Hui held the sandalwood in his hand and bowed three times, and said sincerely: "Disciple Yan Hui, please see Master." He said, inserted the sandalwood into the incense burner and stood with his hands down.

Time passed by bit by bit, but Confucius did not respond for a long time, and a bad feeling arose in Yan Hui's heart.

Confucius still did not respond until the three incense sticks were burned.

Yan Hui looked up and licked his dry lips, saying to himself, "The master must have fallen asleep, I didn't hear it just now."

Picking up a handful of incense from the altar, it instantly ignited. Yan Hui bowed three times and said sincerely: "Disciple Yan Hui asked to see the master. Now the hundred schools are here, it will be over if you don't show up in the Confucius Institute again!"

Yan Hui put the sandalwood plug-in in the incense burner and watched as the scent rose with expectation.

A while later, the sandalwood has burned more than half, and Yan Hui's eyes have changed from hope to despair. Master, you said something!

In an inexplicable space, Confucius was sitting cross-legged in the void and said with a smile: "This is the matter of your younger generation, how can I interfere? Come on, Yan Hui, I'm optimistic about you~"

Yan Hui waited for a long time, but there was no response. He took out his cell phone, found the master's name, and clicked on the video with his fingers trembling. This was the last resort.

The phone rang out. In the sound of the phone, every "drip" sound was hope and despair, which was extremely painful. In the end, the phone automatically hung up, but no one answered it.

Yan Hui put away his phone in a hunch and walked out. The master must have been in seclusion, so he definitely didn't ignore me on purpose~

Yan Hui walked back to Haoran Hall with a smile on his face. The representatives of the Hundred Schools who were talking and laughing suddenly became cold and turned their heads to look at Yan Hui.

Yan Hui clasped his fists and smiled, "I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Liu An, a miscellaneous family, smiled and said, "Mr. Yan Hui has been there for quite a long time."

Yan Hui smiled and said, "Master Kong attaches great importance to the issues you have reported, so I said a few more words."

Legalist Li Kui said, "What did the Master pass on?"

Yan Hui said tentatively: "If I say: Master Kong said that this incident is a misunderstanding, you all go back! Do you believe it?"

Su Qin, a clan, laughed anxiously and said, "I poured a basin of dirty water on my hundreds of families. How could it be forgotten with just a misunderstanding? The Master really said that?"

Representatives of the Hundred Schools also looked at Yan Hui with displeasure. Even the miscellaneous family member Liu An, who had always been smiling, put away his smile and looked at Yan Hui.
Chapter completed!