After the hero goes crazy

Chapter 235 Inheritance
"Your Majesty, this old slave seems to have sensed his righteousness."

The servant turned around, hesitated for a moment, and still spoke respectfully.

As soon as he said these words, the emperor's ear also seemed to hear a faint and invisible cry, forming a long-lasting sound wave.

The voice came from the city of Shendu, as if all the people were shouting together, as if they were celebrating something.

And sitting a few feet away from him, the Taoist priest who had been half-closed his eyes from the beginning to the end, who seemed to be in meditation, opened his eyes at the moment he asked the question.

He jumped up at a lightning speed, and rushed out of the palace before he even had time to speak to Emperor Shenqi.

The hunched-back internal warden was taken aback for a moment, and then his face changed:
"Is it really righteous? A new great Confucianism appeared in Daqing?"

If it is said that the servant was not sure whether his guess was wrong before, but now when he saw Chen Taiwei's actions, he understood.

It's just that Daqing hasn't seen a great Confucianism in the world for many years!
Since Zhang Raozhi, a famous Confucian who was famous all over the world at that time, fell in the year when Emperor Shenqi ascended the throne 28 years ago, there has been no Confucian leader in this world.

Since then, although there have been many Confucian students who have advanced, but without great Confucians, the decline of Confucianism is only a matter of time.

In the past 20 years, although many students in Daqing are still pursuing the heart of Confucianism and Taoism, even Chu Shaolian, the young master of the Chu family who has never been an official, has stayed behind closed doors in order to set foot on Confucianism and Taoism. But it has never been able to get in.

However, they did not expect that in these years, a great Confucian had quietly appeared and disappeared in the capital of God.

With the sound of cheers, a terrifying force began to surge rapidly, and soon radiated to the entire city of God.

Emperor Shen Qi didn't ask the servant any more, after Chen Taiwei hurried away, he also looked down and rushed out of the palace gate.

He lives in the Fengtian Hall, which is located at the highest point of the entire palace.

Outside the palace gate is a long corridor with a width of two feet. In the middle is a white jade staircase, which is as long as a hundred steps, leading directly to the square below.

There are handrails on both sides of the left and right aisles. If you stand at the handrails, you can have a panoramic view of the entire God City.

Chen Taiwei, who had rushed out earlier, had already stood at the far left end of the aisle, with his hands on the railing, his upper body pitched out, almost falling out.

The palace platform was about twenty feet away from the ground, and the strong wind filled his sleeves and robes, making a "squeaky" sound, as if it wanted to blow his whole body into the air.

His face was looking in one direction, frowning.

Emperor Shen Qi followed his gaze, and then his eyes widened.

In his field of vision, the people are as small as ants, and they should not be able to see clearly.

But at this time, the people are surging.

Countless people got out of their homes, shops on both sides of the street, and Taoist temples, and they gathered into a large black figure, running towards the north of the city one after another.

These crowds converged again and again, forming an extremely large number, almost completely occupying some streets.

Some people knelt down and worshiped, some people cheered loudly, and the battle was extremely amazing.

And the direction they bowed to was the north of the city.

Somewhere in the north of Shendu City, a tall and terrifying golden figure was standing in midair.

"Then, what is that?"

Because he was too horrified, Emperor Shenqi's voice seemed to be out of control, his eyes widened, and his thin face was illuminated with a golden light.

As soon as the words fell, the sound of reading aloud seemed to ring out in his ears.

A sense of surrender rose from his heart, making his knees go limp, and he almost fell to his knees.

At the critical moment, the servant who came out behind him took the first step, knelt down facing the north with a 'plop', and fell beside Emperor Shenqi's legs.

The emperor who hadn't knelt down stretched out his hand and put it on the back of his hand, stabilizing his body.

"Bold!"

Emperor Shen Qi let out a stern shout, and then his body flashed with purple light, and a dragon shadow jumped up from his head, protecting his whole body in the encirclement of the phantom of the real dragon.

"I am the true son of heaven, I will not kneel down to common people, nor to ghosts and gods!"

After he yelled, the dragon shadow let out a long howl, his body burst into purple light, the pupils of Emperor Shen Qi reflected purple light, gradually stood still, and pulled his hand away from the servant's back.

The moment the real dragon appeared, the Confucian and Taoist figure in the north seemed to notice something and turned his head.

The face of 'him' is golden, as if he has lost the emotions of the world, but in those eyes, it seems that all the knowledge in the world is gathered in it, forming an extremely terrifying deterrent, making people under the gaze of 'him', Surrender involuntarily.

Heavy pressure rolled down the cloth cover, and in the eyes of Emperor Shenqi, the phantom moved from far to near, and it was in front of him in an instant.

His eyes were filled with golden light, and the pressure was as heavy as ten thousand mountains, pressing down from the top of his head.

Fortunately, the phantom did not pay too much attention to the human emperor, but only briefly met his eyes, then turned his head away.

The emperor's body was straight, but at this moment only Feng Zhen, who was kneeling close to his legs, could feel that the body of this ruthless king of a country was trembling slightly because of the excessive pressure.

Feng Zhen didn't dare to look up.

So he didn't see that the scales on the surrounded Zilong's body dimmed instantly on the side of Emperor Shen Qi, and the originally illusory body became much more transparent.

"Confucian saint!"

Emperor Shenqi calmed down the turmoil in his heart, and spoke in a low voice.

Ten thousand people bow down, and all the students in the world submit!
The appearance of this miracle has completely broken the firm belief of some original 'atheists'.

"It has been 28 years since I ascended the throne, but I don't know that there is a great Confucian hidden under my nose."

He collected himself, the dragon shadow surrounding him let out a long moan, and then disappeared into his body again.

The emperor stepped towards Chen Taiwei, and Feng Zhen, who was kneeling on the ground, crawled on the ground, listening to his orders:
"Check it out, where did this great Confucian come from?"

"no need."

Responding to Emperor Shenqi was Chen Taiwei who was leaning forward to look north.

The handsome young Taoist priest turned around, and there was a hint of irritability on the face that seemed to have been stripped of human emotions:

"The place where the holy shadow appeared should be at Yao's house."

"Yao family?"

Emperor Shen Qi trusted the words of this seemingly omniscient national teacher, and immediately began to search for information about the Yao family in his mind.

Thanks to the matter of King Dai's Underground Palace, he remembered the woman who was suspected to be traveling with Lu Zhi and broke into King Dai's Underground Palace, whose surname seemed to be Yao.

"Yao Shouning? The second daughter of Yao Hui, the former commander of the Northern Army and Horse Division? Was she also involved in the West City Incident?"

The emperor ignored the government, but he could keep the main officials in the city of Shendu firmly in his heart.

Yao Hui was no more than a sixth-rank official, and when he mentioned Yao Hui, all the circumstances of Yao's family came to his mind.

"Yao Hui is just a vulgar man with no background. His father-in-law's surname is Liu, and he comes from a local family in Nanzhao."

Chen Taiwei nodded and said a name:
"Willow and boat."

"This person was once enrolled in Ziguan Academy."

Feng Zhen also spoke.

In addition to being the personal servant of Emperor Shenqi, he is also in charge of the Zhenma Division, and all affairs in the world cannot escape his eyes and ears.

After the Xicheng case, all parties investigated the details of Yao's family, and Zhenmasi even found out Liu's origin, and even found out her father Liu Bingzhou.

"Not only did he study at Ziguan Academy, but he was Zhang Raozhi's son!"

As soon as Chen Taiwei said his words, Emperor Shen Qi and Feng Zhen fell into a brief silence.

……

A vision from heaven!

At this moment, in the Wen's house not far from Yao's house, Wen Jingsui had been keenly aware that something was wrong as early as when the evil spirit was pervading.

The sky was still clear before, but in an instant it was overcast, and then someone's house seemed to be on fire, and the black air was billowing - not long after, he heard someone shouting 'the monster is coming'.

He took the book at the time, and before he could summon his servants to inquire about it, his heart skipped a beat.

An inexplicable feeling surged into his heart. He saw the golden light outside the window, dispelling the clouds and mist, and the faint and invisible sound of reading sounded in his ears, making his consciousness seem to be lost in the vast sea of ​​books for a short time.

Wen Jing immediately pushed open the door, got up quickly and ran out.

Not far away, a tall Confucian figure stood in the air, overlooking the land of common people.

"Confucian sage—"

He murmured, a feeling of heart palpitations emerged, and the figure of the Confucian saint turned his head——

Humility, longing, yearning and other emotions rushed into Wen Jingsui's heart. In front of this Confucian saint, he was as weak as a mayfly, insignificant and inconspicuous.

An urge to kneel was born, his knees went limp, and the moment he was about to kneel down, he stopped abruptly.

"No!"

Wen Jingsui's face was pale, and he raised his head with great difficulty.

"I kneel to the common people, kneel to all people, kneel to teachers, ancestors, and parents." He yearns for knowledge, worships Confucian scholars, and is willing to take them as an example and learn from them, but he does not want to regard them as gods and kneel and kowtow.

Arrogance arose from between his chest, and he tightly pinched his trembling thighs:

"I study in order to plead for the lives of the people and seek the well-being of the people!"

Stains of sweat appeared on his forehead, as if he was struggling with his heart:

"...to take the imperial examination, enter the official career, and become an extremely powerful minister in the future, with power in hand, and no longer kneel and kowtow to everyone!"

"I study hard, not just to worship people!"

He roared.

The knowledge I had learned in my life turned into heat at this moment, breaking down the cowardice in my heart and the innate fear of sacred images!
Talents and learning inspire awe-inspiring righteousness, which gathers into a pale golden light, which combines with the ubiquitous golden light all around.

The Confucian sage, who looked down on everything, lowered his head, met Wen Jingsui's eyes, and then hooked the corner of his mouth, revealing a faint smile.

He stretched out his hand, and a grain of golden light escaped from his palm. Under the support of thousands of golden lights, it flew to everywhere in Wenjing, combined with the aura of talent and learning in his body, and finally disappeared into his body.

The terrifying trembling feeling from the soul disappeared.

Wen Jing was panting like a cow, bent his back, and pressed his chest in shock.

As soon as Jin Mang entered his body, it seemed to enlighten him.

In the past, some articles that were obscure and hard to remember and needed to be read again and again came to his mind one by one at this time.

The knowledge and talents accumulated through years of hard study turned into Confucian righteousness at this time, dormant in his heart, hidden in the golden grain buried in his heart.

The Confucian sage planted a seed in his heart.

Wen Jingsui didn't know what this meant, but when he looked at the figure of this seemingly indomitable saint again, he was no longer as frightened and afraid as before, but felt a sense of closeness and awe in his heart.

"Disciple pays homage to mentor!"

This time, the young man didn't resist anymore, straightened his clothes, knees softened, and bowed down in the direction of the Confucian sage.

……

In Yao's house, Yao Ruoyun was still kowtowing.

His reverence for Confucian saints overwhelmed his fear of evil spirits. From the mutation of Su Miaozhen to the emergence of Confucian saints, he fell into the fanatical worship of Liu Bingzhou, and he had no mentality to resist the coercion of Confucian saints at all.

But no one paid attention to his actions at this time.

Because no matter it was the Liu family, Su Qingchun, or Madam Cao and Mong Kui, all knelt on the ground under the miracle at this time, not daring to raise their heads.

Yao Shouning was startled for a while when the Confucian sage appeared before, but because he had seen monsters before, he knew that there were ghosts and ghosts in this world, and he also knew about his grandfather's abilities, so even though he saw the sage in front of others, he didn't make a big fuss. .

Furthermore, although her strength was temporarily suppressed due to exhaustion, the bloodline talent of the Bianji clan was extremely strong, and the coercion of Confucian saints had no effect on her.

She saw the people around her knelt down, but when she turned her head, she saw Yao Wanning holding on to the door frame with one hand resting on her waist, standing with a pale face.

"elder sister--"

She reached out to help Yao Wanning, but the moment she touched her body, she felt her body trembling.

The small vermilion mole on Yao Wanning's forehead was so red that it seemed to bleed, her body fluctuated from hot to cold, the moment Yao Shouning supported her, she breathed a sigh of relief and fell into her younger sister's arms.

"Old sour Confucian, old sour Confucian!"

Su Miaozhen roared sharply, trying to use all her strength to strangle Liu Bingzhou to death.

The monster snake fought back when it was dying, and its strength was extremely strong.

Under the black air, the mask on Liu Bingzhou's body was strangled.

But at the moment when the mask was broken, the Confucian sage who was like a hill lowered his head, stretched out a hand, and pinched the monster snake's head like pinching a bug.

"what--"

'Whoa! '

Accompanied by a shrill scream and an unwilling roar, the Confucian saint squeezed the evil head and gently pulled it——

A black air was pulled out from Su Miaozhen's body by 'he', and turned into the shadow of a giant python, which was caught in the palm of 'he'.

Su Miaozhen's body seemed to have been pulled out of bones, and she fell softly from the midair. Liu Bingzhou below stretched out her hand to support the granddaughter.

"Let go of me, let go of me!"

The unwilling roar of the boa constrictor's soul should have been a gigantic and terrifying monster, but at this time, compared with the Confucian saint, it seemed miniature and petite.

The snake soul shuttled between the palms of Confucian saints, and 'he' closed his palms——

The golden light shot out, and Haoran's righteousness crushed the evil spirit with extreme strength.

The ghost's screams disappeared.

The Confucian sage waved his hand, and the golden light dispelled all the dark clouds, and the sound of reading rang in everyone's ears, suppressing the shadows brought by the evil spirits.

Under the eyes of everyone, the giant shadow like Mount Tai turned into thousands of lights and disappeared invisible.

But everyone in the city of God who witnessed the miracle could still hear the teachings of Nadun in their ears, and their hearts were still immersed in the shock and obedience brought by the appearance of the Confucian sage. I dare not get up.

(End of this chapter)