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Chapter 673 Tickets

Zhang Pu and others came to Qufu for the most important purpose of pilgrimage.

Before they could feel the afterglow of the saint, the people here taught them a lesson with extremely high enthusiasm.

When they walked around the huge reservoir construction site and finally arrived at the foot of Mount Ni, they could not calm down for a long time.

What appeared before them was an even busier construction site.

"What are you doing?"

Guan Yingzhen grabbed a craftsman and asked casually.

The craftsman puts down his work.

"A Confucius and Saints Museum is being built here to pay homage and memory to the saint."

Hearing that this was the case, Zhang Pu and others looked at each other in shock.

"The rebels in Shandong have repeatedly deceived the public with their lies, but I didn't expect that they would respect the Holy Master so much."

"Humph, I'm afraid there's no conspiracy, right?"

Zhang Pu's impression of Shandong was extremely bad, and he would not hesitate to speculate from the worst angle on anything he encountered.

The others said nothing, somewhat dissatisfied with his bigotry.

In front of everyone's eyes, a towering and endless wall blocked everything inside, allowing them to stand outside without being able to see what was going on inside.

However, this wall was all built in the style of the Spring and Autumn Period.

Just standing there, you can feel a simple and eternal atmosphere in front of you, which makes you feel like you have returned to the passionate era when the sages preached scriptures and opened up the people's wisdom.

Several people stepped forward, preparing to enter.

As a result, I was blocked by someone.

"What do you guys want here?"

A very old man asked.

Lu Shiyi cupped his hands.

"My father-in-law, we have come all the way here just to pay homage to our most holy teacher."

The old man listened and was unmoved.

"Ticket fee is five cents."

Zhang Pu and others were shocked.

They didn't understand what a ticket was, but they knew that the old man was asking for money.

"You old man, why are you asking for money?"

The old man pointed at the Confucius Museum under construction and said angrily: "Doesn't it cost money to build such a solemn and gorgeous venue? Doesn't it cost money to maintain it in the future? If you come to worship, he will also come to worship.

No one pays for it. If things go on like this, this place will be dilapidated. Wouldn’t it be a disservice to the face of Master Kong Sheng?”

After hearing his words, Zhang Pu was so angry that his hands trembled.

"You are using the name of the Holy Master to make money."

The old man looked at him and sneered.

"Isn't it the same with each other, and you rotten literati?"

Zhang Pu and others had no idea that an old man looking after the door could be so sharp-tongued.

But what the old man said was actually close to the truth, which was really uncomfortable.

But they have already come this far, are they going to return and fail?

After thinking about it again, the tickets were not very expensive, so Zhang Pu nodded to the servant.

The servant came forward and took out the money and paid for the ticket.

After collecting it, the old man handed each of them a receipt, then moved out of the way and let them in.

Zhang Pu and others were filled with anger.

"Hmph, I want to see what these Shandong traitors are up to?"

Before Guan Yingzhen finished speaking, he stood upright on the spot. He raised his head and looked ahead, completely forgetting what year it was.

Not just him, but everyone.

Just because after entering, the first sight they saw was too shocking.

Directly in front of them, a few hundred meters away, stood an extremely tall and towering statue.

An old man with an elegant and kind face was looking down at everything in the world, his eyes full of wisdom and kindness.

At exactly this time, the sun shines on the statue, causing it to emit a dazzling and shocking brilliance, as if the teachings of the most holy teacher have benefited all people and brought light to this dark world.

"This...this...this..."

Sun Shenxing was silent for a long time, and suddenly tears filled his eyes. He immediately fell to the ground and kowtowed to the statue repeatedly.

As the most devout Confucian disciple, in his mind, this statue has become the incarnation of Confucius.

Zhang Pu stared blankly at the statue, his whole body becoming weak.

In the whole world, this is the only place where such a statue has been erected for Master Kong Sheng.

This statue is at least ten feet high. It stands in front of Nishan Mountain, towering over the sky and the earth, and its majesty cannot be looked at.

Just by looking at this statue, it is obvious who respects Confucius more in the world.

In the past, he had repeatedly criticized Shandong for violating the sages' ways, but everything turned into a joke in front of this statue.

As long as people in the world see this statue, they will probably not doubt Shandong's intention to respect Confucianism.

But Shandong is clearly digging into the roots of Confucianism!

How should I explain it to the world?

How to make the world understand?

Zhang Pu was at a loss and had no idea what to do.

He could only watch helplessly as this statue filled the space between heaven and earth, and now craftsmen were plating copper on its surface.

The copper-plated part has been completed, which shines more brilliantly in the sun and is sacred and cannot be desecrated.

Zhang Pu swore that the most gorgeous Buddha statue he had ever seen in his life was not as good as this statue of a saint.

This statue alone truly grasps the foundation of the Nishan Holy Land.

From now on, no one can say that Shandong does not adhere to Confucianism or follow the will of the saints.

After a full stick of incense, Zhang Pu and others slowly came out of their shock.

Several people looked at me and I looked at you, and they all felt a sense of powerlessness.

Compared with Shandong's actual actions, their articles seem so small and ridiculous.

After enduring enough blows, Zhang Pu and others took a closer look at everything in the Confucius and Saints Museum.

I saw that this kind of museum occupies a very large area, completely covering the entire Nishan Mountain, including all the flat land at the foot of the mountain, and extending to the front of the reservoir construction site.

It is conceivable that when the reservoir is completed and filled with water in the future, the entire Confucius and Saints Museum will have mountains on its back and water on its side, with beautiful mountains and clear waters, and it will definitely be worthy of being rated as a holy place.

What a Shandong!

What a grand gesture!

All construction of the Kong Sheng Museum is currently in progress.

When Zhang Pu and others walked among them, they could only get a glimpse, but they also felt that it was extraordinary.

Upon learning of their arrival, a staff member from the museum came over and gave them a special explanation.

"From the entrance to the statue of Confucius, there are a total of seventy-two steps, symbolizing the seventy-two disciples of Confucius."

"On the left is the legacy of the saints. The cultural relics, pens, inks, and writings left by the most holy teachers are all stored here for future generations to admire."

The staff pointed to the right again.

"This area is divided into Confucius and Saints School, Confucius and Saints Culture Exhibition Hall, Confucian Research Institute, Confucian History Museum, etc., which allows visitors to understand the development process of the sages and Confucianism in detail, and have a comprehensive understanding of Confucianism and Confucianism.

A comprehensive and profound understanding.”

He then pointed to the wide, shapeless square in the distance.

"From now on, every year on the birthday of the Most Holy Master, a worship ceremony will be held here. In this way, the world can firmly remember the grace of the Most Holy Master, uphold the legacy of the sages, and jointly create a better future for China."

Listening to the staff's rhetoric one after another, Zhang Pu and others became more and more desperate.

Everything is arranged here, and there are no flaws. It seems perfect, but it always gives people an ethereal feeling.

What's wrong?

With their knowledge, they can't see it at all.


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