Zhang Taiyue got Wang Yun's promise and returned directly to the army.
Begin to rectify military affairs, prepare troops and prepare for attack.
Although conventional sergeants are not very strong individually, in large-scale legion operations, with the support of a great Confucian or above, they can still exert astonishing destructive power.
This is why civilian officials often serve as commanders and military generals only serve as deputy officers.
No matter how strong a military commander is, it is all about personal bravery.
However, civil servants who are above the Confucian level can make an army become one, especially the Confucian military masters. They can even evolve military skills, transform their military aura into shape, and charge into battle. They are unstoppable!
However, with the lifting of the ban on heaven and earth, the existence of Shenzang level will completely change the form of war.
Personal force will once again prevail.
It will become the norm for one person to rival an army.
And now that Quzhou has Zhang Taiyue, a half-saint of the divine treasure level, the legion can undoubtedly exert greater strength. However, compared to Nanchang Mansion, which the entire Zhuzi Saint Clan has come out to occupy, there is undoubtedly a big gap in strength.
"I hope Mr. Yangming can help ask that family to take action!"
Zhang Taiyue stared in a certain direction in the city, his eyes becoming deep.
Quzhou Prefecture, Confucius Family Temple.
There are Jinsheng Gate and Yuzhen Gate in front of the temple. On the left and right sides of the gate are two archways, "Depei Tiandi" and "Daoguan Ancient and Modern", with the words "civilians dismount their sedan chairs, military attachés dismount their horses, gongs and drums cease".
As night falls, the family temple becomes brightly lit, and the scent of incense comes from inside.
A gray-robed man with a height of nine feet and six inches and a tall and straight posture stood in the family temple. After offering incense, he slowly exited the temple.
Slowly walking to the empty Silu Pavilion on the west side of the corridor, a complex hatred flashed in his eyes.
And there, there should have been a pair of regular wooden statues of Confucius and his wife carved for Zigong, but now they are vacant, and the two regular wooden statues are missing.
At this moment, a A middle-aged man walked in quickly and whispered in Kong Yanming's ear: "The head of the family, the Zongheng family, and the Yin and Yang family are here to see me."
Kong Yanming calmed down his emotions and said calmly: "They came too soon!"
After a pause, he continued, "Forget it, let them wait for me in the main hall. I will arrive later."
"Yes, Master."
The middle-aged man responded and left quickly.
Kong Yanming stood in the courtyard and looked back at the statue of Saint Confucius enshrined in the family temple. Amidst the flickering candlelight and the lingering scent of incense, the face of the statue gradually became blurred.
"Holy Ancestor, troubled times are coming again!"
Sigh.
He stepped away from the family temple.
Next to the Confucius Family Temple is the Confucius Mansion. At this moment, in the main hall of the Confucius Mansion, two middle-aged men in loose clothes and deep breaths are sitting in the hall, occasionally talking to each other, but most of the time they seem silent.
Although they came here together, there was a clear sense of caution and vigilance between them.
Kong Yanming stepped into the main hall and recognized the two people in the hall at a glance.
A half-sage from the Zongheng family, Sun Zhiyan!
Half Saint of the Yin Yang Family, Han Jiang Picture!
Both of them are famous people in the world and famous schools, but they have retired for many years, and they did not expect to appear here at this time.
"I've met Master Kong!"
Sun Zhiyan and Han Jiangtu heard the noise and got up quickly when they saw Kong Yanming.
After facing Kong Sheng, they naturally did not dare to neglect, especially when they came this time, they had something to ask for.
“Why so much red tape!”
Kong Yanming waved his hand and said in a calm tone, "I'm a little late, so let the two of you
Awaited!"
Han Jiangtu said sternly: "I don't dare to take it seriously. It's the two of us who took the liberty to come here. We are very grateful to the Master of the Kong family for taking the time out of his busy schedule to meet us."
Sun Zhiyan on the side also said: "The etiquette cannot be abolished."
Let's talk for a while.
The three of them took their seats respectively.
Sun Zhiyan and Han Jiangtu proposed the idea of offering sacrifices to Confucius Temple.
Kong Yanming naturally did not refuse. After agreeing, he asked softly: "I rarely have people come to visit me from Quzhou. This time, the two of you coming here must not only be here to worship Saint Kong, right?"
Sun Zhiyan and Han Jiangtu looked at each other, and Sun Zhiyan was the first to speak: "To be honest, Master Kong, I came here this time to ask for something else."
"oh?"
Kong Yanming looked at Sun Zhiyan.
Sun Zhiyan said seriously: "I heard that Mr. Yangming came to Quzhou Mansion. We would like to ask the head of the Kong family to come forward and confirm whether the Holy Power has really been dispersed..."
However, Kong Yanming interrupted him and said directly: "No need to confirm, the Holy Power of Heart Learning has been dispersed!"
"Is this true?"
Han Jiangtu on the side couldn't help but speak, completely losing his usual composure.
After all, that is holy power!
If a saint loses his power, everyone in the world will naturally drive him away!
Kong Yanming's face darkened and he said calmly: "Why, do you think I'm deceiving you?"
"Don't dare!"
Han Jiangtu's expression changed slightly, and he stood up quickly to accuse him, "I was in a hurry, and I spoke without reason. Please forgive me, Master Kong."
Kong Yanming waved his hand and his expression returned to calm: "That's all. Holy power is related to the rise and fall of culture. It's normal for you to behave like this."
Han Jiangtu cupped his hands and smiled bitterly: "Oh, it's just that I really can't imagine that Mr. Yangming actually You really have the courage to do something like dispersing the Holy Power."
"How can we understand the saint's thoughts?"
Kong Yanming said calmly.
"yes!"
Sun Zhiyan and Han Jiangtu looked at each other, and they could see a certain flame of ambition in each other's eyes.
After that, the two of them took the initiative to change the topic and chatted about the interesting things happening in each family recently. Then, under the leadership of Kong Yanming, they worshiped Saint Kong and left.
Watching the two people leaving, Kong Yanming's eyes flashed with a hint of coldness.
Just when he was about to leave, a figure appeared silently in the Confucius Temple.
"Um?"
Kong Yanming's whole body tensed suddenly, as if a big bow was about to exert force, his back was like an iron horse, and the muscles on his shoulders were rolling, almost revealing his semi-sacred martial body.
However, the back figure gave him a sense of familiarity.
It was just like the feeling he had when he worshiped the statue of Saint Confucius.
That is the power of the holy way!
"Mr. Yangming?"
There was a trace of uncertainty in Kong Yanming's tone.
After Wang Yun put up the incense, he turned around and looked over: "I have long wanted to come to worship Saint Kong, but unfortunately, I have never found a suitable opportunity. I can't miss it when I pass by this time."
"The presence of Mr. Yangming means a lot to our Quzhou Kong family!"
Kong Yanming quickly raised his hands and said in a sincere voice, "Yanming would like to thank Mr. Yangming here!"
"Master Kong doesn't have to be like this!"
However, Wang Yun looked serious and said seriously: "The Quzhou Confucius Temple is the orthodox Confucius and Saints. This matter is irrefutable and everyone knows it in their hearts."
"well."
Kong Yanming shook his head, said nothing, and just sighed.