Chapter 271 The literary spirit reaches the sky and opens the Cloud Gate
Xu Mochen didn’t know that there were enemies lurking among the students behind him.
But he still remained vigilant. After all, there were immortal cultivators around him, who knew what they might do.
According to the procedure, he would put incense on the statue of the saint to show that the emperor attached great importance to literature and ethics.
This is also Xu Mochen's idea. As for saints and others, to him, it is just a formality.
What he wants is to open up the common people's wisdom.
Of course, the opening of people's wisdom also means possible changes in the social and political structure in the future.
But this step must be taken.
Xu Mochen held the incense, lit it and inserted it into the incense burner. When the ceremony was over, he stepped aside under the guidance of the master of ceremonies.
The Confucian Temple here in Qiqu Treasure Land is very large, occupying half of the hilltop, and can accommodate thousands of people without any problem.
The statue of the saint is also more than ten meters high.
The face was so lifelike that Xu Mochen took a few glances and suddenly felt that it looked familiar. He didn’t know if it was an illusion.
As for the saint, it is said that he has not been concerned with worldly affairs for a long time and has been a figure for nearly a thousand years.
He quietly stepped away, and then the representative of the students - Ouyang Yongren, the current number one scholar, came up to offer incense and read out the oath.
In addition to the newly selected students, there are also many graduates of the Imperial College. It can be said that most of the talented elites in the country are here.
Ouyang Yongren's face remained as usual. He took steady steps, lit some incense, came to the statue of the saint, and inserted it steadily.
Immediately, he saluted Xu Mochen, stood up, took out a scroll and unfolded it.
In this scroll, there are articles written by him and carefully crafted after discussions among many students.
It represents the future direction of literature.
Ouyang Yongren glanced at everyone, his eyes fell on the scroll, and he began to read.
Every time he read a sentence, thousands of students also recited a sentence.
The entire Seven Songs Treasure Land is filled with the voices of students.
Gradually, this group of thousands of students felt the saint's words and became filled with a trace of literary spirit.
These cultural energies are intertwined with each other, forming a whirlpool in the sky above the Confucian Temple.
Even a layman like Xu Mochen, who is not a Wenfa sect, can't help but feel a sense of awe in his heart.
This is the power of literature, which can dominate people's hearts and influence the entire country.
The recitation for less than half an hour has gradually come to an end.
Ouyang Yongren also slowly smiled. He slowly closed the scroll and said the last words.
"This is... the literary way of a saint!"
As soon as the words were spoken, it was like a boulder falling into a calm pool, causing ripples to spread out.
All the students were stunned by this wave of ripples.
The time has come!
Xu Mochen immediately waved his sleeves and robes, and a yellow light flashed in front of him, which was the "rebellion" power of the ten sins that he had just comprehended.
This ray of light enveloped him, Tang Derun and the three dragon brothers and sisters beside him, resisting Ouyang Yongren's words and spells.
A sudden change occurred, and no student could react. As the number one scholar in the dynasty, he actually dared to take action during the ceremony.
These five characters "The Literary Way of the Saint" are like huge chains, locking all the students.
Even the Ministry of Rites and the accompanying officials all lost their ability to control themselves.
Literary ethics locks the heart, the soul, and the spirit. Ouyang Yongren’s last words come from here.
Mi Xuan saw through it at a glance: "You have such power..."
There is only one possibility that can control all the students in today's world with one sentence, or the cultivators who come into contact with the saints' liberal arts.
"You are a saint!" Mi Luo also shouted out.
Several of them are also members of the Wenfa Sect. If Xu Mochen hadn't taken action in time, they would have been controlled by Ouyang Yongren by now.
Xu Mochen's face was solemn, and he stared at his opponent: "No. 1 Scholar, what do you want to do."
"Number One Scholar," Ouyang Yongren smiled, "Your Majesty, a mere Number One Scholar, do you think you can satisfy me?"
Indeed, if you are facing a saint, the top pick is nothing.
"It seems that you have been waiting for this day for a long time," Xu Mochen secretly warned, "You were aiming for this opportunity from the beginning."
"That's right," Ouyang Yongren smiled, "this matter is our literary matter and has little to do with His Majesty, so please don't interfere.
Besides, the students here are all cultivators of immortality. In fact, if they have problems, I think it will be a good thing for Your Majesty."
Xu Mochen also laughed: "That makes sense."
"Your Majesty," Mi Xuan said anxiously, "Your Majesty, think twice!
If the elite students from the world of ten directions make mistakes here, Your Majesty will be the one to blame."
Xu Mochen nodded after hearing this: "Sage Ouyang, you see what he said makes sense."
Ouyang Yongren was not angry: "Dragon clan, your sea is already big enough, do you even have to take care of land affairs?
I also told the truth, what happened today is imperative, and anyone who stands in my way will die."
As he spoke, he waved his hand, and among the students, a figure soared into the sky.
Xu Mochen could see clearly that it was Zhou Sheng, the third most beautiful girl.
Zhou Sheng turned around in the air and transformed into a red robe. He was floating in the air with Wen Qi under his feet: "Your Majesty, it's been a long time since we last fought."
"It's you!" Xu Mochen took a step forward, "Are you stealing literary energy for the saint?"
"That's right," Zhou Sheng, the man in red robe, spread out his hands, "Your Majesty can't give me what I want, but the saint can. You tell me what I should do."
Xu Mochen clenched his fists.
Ouyang Yongren faced the emperor, but he didn't have any panic. He just said lightly: "I will block it here, and you can start over there."
Zhou Sheng smiled "haha", waved his hands, and dozens of small jade bottles appeared around him.
The lid of the small jade bottle flew open, and wisps of literary energy emerged from inside.
This is the literary spirit that he originally extracted from noble students and immortal cultivators.
Wen Qi comes out of the small bottle and mixes with the Wen Qi that was already in the sky above the Confucian Temple, forming a huge whirlpool.
Ouyang Yongren looked at Xu Mochen and didn't turn around. He turned his left hand and a book appeared in his palm: "Wen Qi gathers, the fish leaps over the dragon's gate!"
I saw the book glowing with light, and countless ink words flew out, falling on the immobilized student officials one after another.
After these words disappeared, the group of students seemed to have a sense, their bodies glowed with light, and then lines of various words appeared.
These words are all condensed from the literary spirit of the students.
The literary energy of thousands of people surged into the sky above the Confucian Temple. Zhou Sheng, who was in mid-air, quickly formed seals with his hands and shouted: "The literary energy soared into the sky and opened the Cloud Gate!"
The giant Wen Qi was stimulated and rushed upward in a spurt. A long "buzz" sound was heard, and a door appeared vaguely in the sky.
And here, in Ouyang Yongren's book, a koi flies out, getting bigger and bigger, like a small boat, swimming hard towards the sky along the river of literary spirit.
As Ouyang Yongren laughed loudly, he stood firmly on the back of the fish: "Thank you, Your Majesty, I take my leave!"