Duke Fuqiu woke up in a daze, not quite conscious yet.
However, he saw a group of ragged wild ghosts with evil looks and greedy eyes surrounding him.
"This is the underworld...am I already dead?"
As he spoke, he touched his neck, and there was a sharp arrow stuck in it.
However, with his touch, the light flashed, and all the sharp arrows and wounds disappeared.
It was only at this time that Duke Fuqiu regained his consciousness: "I am already dead, yes, I have already reached the underworld..."
After saying this, I felt a little melancholy.
Duke Fuqiu subconsciously raised his arms, and a bright flame-like light emitted, which frightened many wild ghosts into screaming and fleeing one after another.
He did not chase after him, but showed compassion in his eyes: "People's lives are so miserable, and these wild ghosts are also pitiful people...
It’s only because we Confucian scholars were unable to lead the reign of Emperors Yao and Shun, and create a prosperous and even harmonious world, that there are so many poor and helpless people living as wild ghosts.
This is all my fault!"
Just as he was saying this, he suddenly heard a dragon roar, and countless iron chains burning with sinful fire fell down, wrapping around the body of Duke Fuqiu.
If you look closely, those iron chains burning with sinful fire are actually composed of countless words.
"The emperor issued an edict, and Duke Fuqiu uttered unsavory words and attempted to murder relatives of the clan. He committed a heinous crime and was thrown into a ghost prison from which he will never be able to escape..."
After such a sound, countless sinful fires seemed to come to life and turned into poisonous snakes, biting the Fuqiu Gong.
In the blink of an eye, Mr. Fuqiu let out a scream, and the flames of sexual light that revealed his nature were immediately suppressed.
However, the sinful fire of such poisonous snakes can never bite into its body.
"Fuqiu, do you admit your guilt?" a voice shouted.
"I have followed the path and gone straight, what crime have I committed?" Duke Fuqiu shouted loudly.
When it comes to justice, many times, everyone believes you are right, and you are right.
Even after a broad consensus is formed, even you yourself will be affected in turn, and you will increasingly believe that it is right, destiny, and justice.
This is what Confucianism is like at this time!
Everyone in the world believes that Confucianism is right and absolutely righteous.
Duke Fuqiu naturally believed in this without any wavering, and he did not admit any guilt at all!
He believed from the bottom of his heart that Confucianism was the right path. His relatives should also follow the right path, so that they could support the government and benefit the country.
"How dare you dare to quibble? You are upholding the truth. What kind of truth are you upholding? Do you want to imprison the emperor, or do you plan to kill the courtiers?" asked a stern voice.
As soon as these words came out, Mr. Fuqiu finally became shaken.
Although the emperors of Dayu became more and more shameful, many Confucian scholars were dissatisfied.
The Duke of Fuqiu was so angry that he spoke without hesitation and said that filial piety is not far away from the Emperor Yin Jian.
But at this time, the new emperor has only been on the throne for a few months, so what mistake can he make?
Even if there is one in the future, it has not been done now, right?
If you are dissatisfied with the emperor now, what do you mean by threatening to imprison him?
This shook Duke Fuqiu's inner persistence, and Mingguang was shaken. The poisonous snake that originally just bit the outside of the body suddenly began to burrow into the inside of Duke Fuqiu's body.
It also made Duke Fuqiu scream louder and louder.
If the soul inside and outside is invaded by these poisonous snake-like sinful fires, it will truly be beyond redemption!
However, at this moment, Fuqiu Gong's eyes shed tears of blood, and he shouted loudly: "I'm not wrong, I'm not wrong!
If the king regards his ministers as his hands and feet, then his ministers will regard him as his heart; if his ministers regard his ministers as dogs and horses, then his ministers will regard him as a fellow countryman; if his ministers regard his ministers as earth and mustard, then his ministers will regard him as a bandit.
We Confucian scholars are dedicated to upholding the right path, assisting the emperor, and guiding the people to do good. What have I done wrong?"
As he said this, the light within his body became strong again, and he actually wanted to force out these evil fires bit by bit.
However, all I heard was a sneer: "Stubborn, I have known for a long time that you Confucian scholars are just smelly and hard stones, always acting like you are right.
I know that your reading is clear and your aura is powerful.
But no matter how strong your character is, can you resist the power of the court? The power of luck?
It’s a joke, if that’s really the case, what’s the use of power?”
As he said this, the sinful fire suddenly more than doubled, penetrating through the whole body of Duke Fuqiu.
But there is only a little light in the core, which remains weak and refuses to be completely extinguished for a while.
However, this is a tree without roots and water without a source, and it cannot last long.
"Catch him and send him to hell..."
I have actually seen too many ghosts and gods in Longting.
Mind is just mind, even if it is placed in the spiritual world, it is power.
However, strength also has its own source and must be supplemented.
Nothing is a perpetual motion machine, and no firewood can burn forever.
Naturally, there is no soul that can persist in emitting sexual light.
Being thrown into a ghost prison and wasting away will always wear it away!
Then a team of Longting soldiers appeared, locked up Mr. Fuqiu, and put him in a prison car.
The prison car was filled with flames, and heavy shackles suppressed it.
…
At this time, he was in the garrison county.
A young and handsome Confucian scholar smiled gracefully at the disciple of Duke Fuqiu and said, "Since you, Lesheng, have come to my Luo family, please stay in peace for the time being.
I can guarantee that no official will dare to search your home!"
There was indescribable strong confidence in these words: "As for Duke Fuqiu's account, we will settle it slowly when we have the opportunity in the future.
Duke Fuqiu was a great Confucian of his time. He was martyred and died trying to educate the stubborn. He is a role model for us!
This world, after all, belongs to us Confucian scholars. Those witches and evil people are just clowns.
Even if our relatives don’t follow the right path, we can’t let them do anything illegal!”
Lefang heard this and was sincerely convinced. The Luo family in Nan was indeed worthy of being a master of the Confucian sect.
Especially this young Luo An is a rising star of the Confucian generation. At a young age, he is already regarded as an idol and natural leader by many young Confucian students.
This is also the biggest reason why Lefang escaped here!
He said sincerely: "I'll let Luo Jun arrange everything. I just hope that I can avenge my teacher as soon as possible!"
When Na Lefang thought of this, he hated Wu Tao who was said to have killed his teacher with his own hands.
Although he followed his teacher to Hengyin, when he went to Nayang Fuhou's house, Duke Fuqiu also knew that there was danger, so his move was not appropriate.
Therefore, Le Fang was not asked to follow...
This prevented Le Fang from dying along with him.
Especially after he heard the news that Duke Fuqiu died in Yangfuhou Mansion, he became even more cautious.
Sure enough, it didn't take long before I heard about the emperor's edict.
At that time, he knew that something was wrong, so he fled directly to the camp, which was considered to be a escape.