Saint of the Confucian way

County Magistrate pan and the three men with the Yamen quickly came to the jiaosheng Temple two blocks away from the county yamen. Many people had come spontaneously. However, these people did not pay homage and all stood outside the door talking.

Baixi county is close to the Yangtze River and far away from the East China Sea. Therefore, the local people do not build the Dragon King Temple, but spontaneously build a small temple dedicated to jiaosheng. They often worship with incense. Farmers ask for good weather, and fishermen ask the water demon to stay away.

Pan county magistrate coughed softly and said, "Dear folks, why are you enclosing the important place for praying for rain?"

Many people hurried to make way.

"County magistrate, look, the statue of Jiao is cracked!"

"The statue of Jiaolong and shrimp soldiers and crab generals next to the jiaosheng statue was even worse and broke to the ground."

County Magistrate pan was surprised and angry. Although jiaosheng didn't like such a small temple, if he knew that the statue was broken, jiaosheng palace would surely let the water demon take revenge.

"Who hurt me in Baixi county? Where is the temple wish?" Pan county magistrate drank lightly.

"My Lord, I saw with my own eyes that the statue was cracked and broken. It's just like this. It's by no means a man-made disaster!" temple Zhu explained loudly.

County Magistrate pan frowned, hurried to the door and looked at jiaosheng temple.

County Magistrate pan was suddenly stunned, because the plaque on the front door inside should read "jiaosheng Temple", but now the handwriting was erased by invisible force and turned into a flat board.

"This......" county magistrate pan looked at the statue of Xiangjiao again.

Bang Dang!

The Jiao holy image tilted, fell to the ground and fell into powder.

"It's over..." county magistrate pan and all the officials were pale, desperate and their knees softened.

Many people were so frightened that they knelt down one after another.

Zhou Xiancheng said in a trembling voice, "county... County magistrate, I think it's better to report it to the cabinet. This matter... You and I can't carry it!"

County Magistrate pan looked gloomy and thought that he was afraid it would be difficult for him to dominate the government. Especially now the number of Jinshi in Jingguo has increased sharply. Jiaosheng palace can only be an idle official when this matter comes out.

County Magistrate pan sighed, turned and returned to the county government. After taking two steps, many people suddenly shouted.

County Magistrate pan quickly turned and looked at jiaosheng temple. He saw five more words on the empty plaque.

Wenxing longjue temple.

Pan county magistrate was stunned for three times, then showed ecstasy, laughed more than once, and the dignified Jinshi even lost his manners.

The county magistrate was as happy as the master book. Only the ordinary people didn't know why.

Soon, some well-informed people suddenly realized.

"Isn't Wenxing longjue the saint of Fang Xu? This jiaosheng temple will become Fangyun temple in the future!"

"Yes! Wenxing longjue is Fang Xusheng!"

"What's the matter? I heard some scholars say that at this time, Fang Yunzheng fought with jiaosheng palace, and the victory and defeat were not divided. Why did this strange phenomenon appear?"

"If you think about it with your heel, you can understand that jiaosheng temple has become Wenxing longjue temple. The victory and defeat must be divided! Otherwise, why would the county magistrate laugh like that!"

"The county magistrate is not only happy because of the rain, but also happy because Fang Xusheng has become the Lord of the Yangtze River. From then on, the six countries on both sides of the Yangtze River must look at Jingguo! Since then, Jingguo has had a great prosperity!"

"Yes, yes, yes..."

A crowd of people looked at the county magistrate with strange eyes.

At the same time, the statues of all jiaosheng and other water demons in the Yangtze River Basin were smashed. All jiaosheng's names were replaced by Wenxing longjue.

Subsequently, the small temples dedicated to Li Daoyuan slowly collapsed and finally turned into ruins.

Qingjun palace and imperial garden are lush. Some rare spirit plants absorb the vitality of heaven and earth and make the air in the palace fresh.

Qingjun is walking slowly with the help of two eunuchs.

"Your Majesty, you look good today, and it will be sunny this day." an old eunuch followed with a smile, and an eunuch held a wooden table, which was covered with bright yellow silk, on which there was a Qing Jun jade seal.

The old eunuch had an official seal on his waist.

The palace man looked quietly, and a sick blush appeared on Qingjun's pale face. His complexion was much better than that of a few days ago. Qingjun's condition was under control, but he was very unhappy when he learned that the six Yasheng aristocratic families were going to seal Fang Yun as the Lord of the ten colds. After that, he summoned Mr. Xun Da, the current owner of the Xun family. As a result, Mr. Xun Da couldn't come because of illness. He was so angry that Qing Jun almost vomited blood.

Qingjun, dressed in a bright yellow dragon robe, said with a smile: "Fang Yun really overestimates his strength. He thinks Jiao Sheng can do whatever he wants without him. He has already got the sky mirror projection, but the sky mirror projection can't help the treasure of Jiao Sheng palace. Apart from anything else, even if the Jiao Sheng in wanjiao Tuli has accumulated strength for many years, he can drink a pot. Not to mention, if he really occupies Jiao Sheng palace, what will he do to suppress the water of a river? Just Wenxing longjue You can't do it, and his so-called gods and treasures. "

The old eunuch smiled: "What your majesty said is true. It is said that Jiao Sheng was tortured to death by this Jiao Sheng Palace at that time. Finally, he used the power of Sihai dragon palace to suppress it, and slowly integrated the power into it with the power of the holy throne. It took 5000 years to control Jiao long Palace. He had the name of Wen Xing Long Jue, but did he have the power of the holy throne? Would the other three seas dragon palaces borrow his power? And he had to watch the sky before The mirror projection broke his retreat, saying that this is an internal fight of the aquarium, and it is impossible for the East Shengge to lend it. "

"That's right. There are many treasures in jiaosheng palace. Even if they have a semi holy ancient demon, it won't help. However, that semi holy ancient demon is a trouble!" Qingjun's face is sinister.

The old eunuch smiled: "The ancestral family has found out the details of the ancient demon. It is a negative mountain suppressed by the demon ancestor for many years. Even if it is canonized, it is a new holy mountain, which is far less than that of the patriarchal saint. Moreover, once the patriarchal Saint sacrifices the seal of miscellaneous families, it is easy to suppress the negative mountain with the power of ten countries. What's more, the cultivation method of the ancient demon is different from that of the human race. It can't be in the holy land, but can only roam in the starry sky You don't have to care. "

Qingjun nodded, smiled and said, "then let's see how he spits out what he eats! Go and arrange immediately and give Jingguo a letter of state, saying that this dispute has harmed the people of Qingguo, and ask Fang Yun to give Qingguo an explanation! I......"

A loud voice suddenly sounded in the sky, and Qingjun's smile stiffened on his face.

All people near the river and Linshui can see that one conch after another composed of water appears along the river, forming two rows on both sides.

Jiangjun conch.

"From today on, there is no jiaosheng palace in Shengyuan mainland, only Wenxing longjue palace."

A powerful voice flew out of all the conches and spread in all directions.

There are thousands of auspicious clouds over the Wenxing longjue palace, with the reflection of the Yangtze River hanging in the sky.

Thousands of demons kneel down in the waters of the Yangtze River.

The head of Yuhai city has turned into a sea of joy.

On the list, countless articles congratulating Fang Yun appeared madly, with more than 100000 interest rates. Soon, on the list, it was forbidden to send such articles alone and could only be concentrated in one article.

There were cheers and firecrackers all over Xiangzhou.

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