It is covered with moss and bears the traces of thousands of years.
This is an important place for worshiping Confucius, carrying thousands of years of incense and the gratitude of countless scholars.
Why be grateful?
It was only because Confucius and his disciples extended the educational rights that originally belonged to the aristocracy to the common people, leaving the spark of civilization in the people of Daxia.
Let people know about benevolence, justice, propriety, wisdom and trust.
Let countless people know that there is no difference in education.
The eternal teacher!
Open up a path for ordinary people to seek knowledge, a path that changes their lives!
Let the butcher's children no longer be butchers, let the farmers' children hold paper and pen, and let the carpenters' children sit on the road in the high hall.
He and his disciples spread the flame of civilization in that turbulent and ignorant era, and gave Daxia the concept of "benevolence and righteousness".
Even after two thousand years, the incense in the furnace has not been cut off. It is the yearning for benevolence and righteousness of countless generations of disciples, and the worship of Confucius and the seventy-two sages.
Today, the Confucius Temple is particularly lively.
After all, the gods of Daxia are fighting against the gods!
Although the common people cannot help, they can still pray!
Not praying to God!
Instead, I pray to the ancestors of Daxia.
Countless people gathered in the Confucius Temple to burn incense and worship. Pillars of incense were burning in the bronze furnace, and green smoke was rising upwards.
"Please bless Daxia..."
"Master, our culture is now widespread in Daxia, and students from poor families can change their lives as long as they are willing to learn... Master, this prosperous age is as you have wished for thousands of years."
"Now I just ask the master's spirit in heaven to protect Daxia!"
"In order to make Daxia what it is today, countless people of Daxia and countless of your disciples have shed their blood and sacrificed their lives. Please bless the gods of Daxia!"
"Master, you don't want my way to be ruined!"
Amidst the devout prayers, curls of green smoke rose from the bronze furnace, hovered above everyone's heads, and finally floated towards the main hall.
above the main hall,
The statues of the seventy-two sages are arranged on both sides, and the high position in the middle is the Master with a sword on his waist and a scroll in one hand.
The green smoke washes the statues, and the thousands of years of worship have made the bricks and tiles in the hall a bit black. Only those statues that have been carefully wiped are as clean as new.
suddenly.
"boom!!"
The statues of the seventy-two sages erupted with golden light!
The statue of Confucius in the middle even shook slightly!
Golden light pillars soar into the sky!
Golden light enveloped the entire hall, and there seemed to be countless sighs and whispers inside.
A neutral and peaceful voice sounded.
"When Daxia is in trouble, how can we stand idly by and watch. Disciples, who will go to fight?"
Someone said solemnly: "I am willing to fight!"
Another voice laughed generously: "I'm good at riding and shooting, senior brother, let me do it."
"Before I followed the teacher, I was a butcher of pigs. I am good at using a butcher's knife. Senior brother, don't rob me!"
"I'm good at riding and shooting, and I'm also good at commanding formations. Junior brother, please wait until next time."
"Teacher, let me come!" A furious voice sounded.
When that voice sounded, all sounds were silent.
"That's fine." The Zhongzheng and peaceful voice said softly: "I and the other disciples have not recovered much. Zilu, you are the only one who can forcefully wake up now."
"Daxia is in trouble now. If Daxia is destroyed, our way will be cut off!"
"Zilu..."
"Teacher, don't worry!" The furious voice was full of murderous intent, "Students must let them know the power of our scholars!"
"That's not what I meant." The calm voice said helplessly, "I mean, you have a bad temper and are ruthless in your attacks."
"Although gods deserve to die."
"But you should control your temper and don't be too cruel... If you are in trouble, don't forget how I educated you."
The furious voice restrained slightly and said respectfully, even with some fear: "Student understands."
After the words fell, under Confucius' seat, one of the seventy-two sage statues suddenly broke into pieces!
"Click!"
Cracks are spreading!
A strong body slowly walked out of the statue, dressed in a Confucian shirt and elegant.
"Whoosh!"
When he opened his eyes, there was a murderous intent!
Who says that scholars cannot have murderous intentions?
The wrath of a common man can kill one person with brute force!
The general's wrath can kill hundreds of people with a long sword!
The emperor's wrath can kill ten thousand people with one decree!
Only the anger of scholars can kill the hearts of the world!
"boom!"
At the same time, outside the main hall, the people who were worshiping raised their heads in surprise.
"What's wrong?"
"Why is there golden light inside?"
"It seems like a statue is cracked?"
"Wait a minute, I just watched the live broadcast and said that the red rabbit statue in the Wusheng Temple of Sichuan Prefecture is broken, and it is suspected that the red rabbit horse has awakened, and the shattering of Mount Tai seems to be Lu Bu's awakening. Could it be that here..."
Everyone stared with wide eyes, looking at the hall filled with golden light.
Some people reacted very quickly and started recording, and two anchors quickly started live broadcasting.
And just under everyone's gaze.
In the hall shrouded in golden light, a figure slowly walked out.
With his thick hands and powerful feet, the bluestone slabs were shattering under his walking!
He was wearing a loose Confucian shirt.
He walked out of the hall, stood in front of the door, and looked at those people.
He saw a junior holding a book in his arms.
He saw that some of the younger generation were wearing glasses, with deep eyes, and they were full of poetry and calligraphy.
His eyes seemed to have passed through Konglin and bricks, and he saw schools one after another and countless students reading aloud.
Finally, he looked at the burning incense in the bronze furnace.
"The fragrance is still burning." The man looked up to the sky and laughed, "Master would be delighted if he saw this scene!"
"but now……"
He turned his head to look at the horizon in the distance, his literary aura surged, and his Confucian shirt stirred!
"I will defend the teacher's path to the death!"
"If you want to destroy the teacher's hard work, even if you are a god, I won't agree!"
"boom!"
That green shirt soared into the sky, and the ink-colored literary aura swept over him!
Extremely fast!
It wasn't until the man in green shirt left for a moment that anyone reacted.
"Damn it, fly away!"
"Which patron saint is this? No, there is no patron saint. Is this an official secret cultivation?"
"Wait a minute, that person just now seems to be exactly the same as the Zilu statue in the main hall."
"Could it be that that person is..."
As soon as these words came out, everyone's eyes widened.
"The statue of Zilu in the main hall is broken!" Someone looked at the main hall where the golden light dispersed and shouted loudly.
Suddenly, someone bowed respectfully in the direction where the man in green shirt left.
"Congratulations, sir."
"Congratulations, sir."
The people present respectfully sent the gentleman off one after another.
This is Daxia's respect for those who spread the seeds of culture when the people were ignorant.
This is the respect that countless scholars have for these ancestors who opened the way to reading!
It is even more the people of Daxia’s admiration for this scholar who stood up during the extreme crisis in Daxia!
Who says scholars have no bones!
"This time!"
"Teacher's way, I will defend it!"
"boom!"
The figure passed directly over the Great Steel Wall and rushed into the ocean. Although it was still thousands of miles away from that place, it had already written!
