Saint of the Confucian way

Many officials saw the two people like this, thought something big had happened, and looked around vigilantly.

"What a formality! Did a demon family break into the literary academy? Look how scared you two are!" magistrate sun was furious. He didn't expect his subordinates to be so unbearable.

Later, the officials found that the expressions of the two officers were wrong.

The first officer who fell to the ground was excited and said, "no... no... it's good news. It's great news. You can see it when you go to Fang Yun's examination room. We don't dare to get the test paper. We really don't dare!"

Magistrate sun was still angry. He didn't bother to pay attention to the two officers. He was about to continue drinking and scolding, but he immediately shut his mouth, restrained his anger and said, "what's the reason? But it doesn't matter."

Another officer patted his clothes and said, "governor, we really don't dare to say that. If it isn't, we're afraid of great disaster. So please take a look and let your adults decide."

The officials were even more surprised. Magistrate Sun said, "you two lead the way."

"Yes."

Two officers led the way, and all the officials went to Fang Yun's examination room together.

Zhao Jingkong walked lazily with other officials. He walked like an old beggar, but he didn't have the inferiority of the beggar, because his eyes were blank and had no focus.

They quickly went to Fang Yun's examination room. Magistrate sun walked in front and found a faint golden light on the table. They were puzzled. They walked a few steps and looked at it. They were stunned immediately.

"How could it be so!" magistrate sun shouted wildly, but then shut up. This is the test room area.

"What's the matter? Let's see." the other officials asked in a low voice and hurried to bypass magistrate sun's office to see the examination paper.

Magistrate sun quickly folded Fang Yun's three examination papers together, then grabbed them in his hand, rolled them up, and walked back quickly.

"The test room is an important place. Don't make a noise." magistrate Sun said and continued to walk sullenly. The other officials couldn't stop it, so they had to follow silently.

Until he left the examination area, magistrate sun finally couldn't help laughing.

"Hahaha, I'm really stupid. I wronged Fang Zhenguo! OK! OK! When the imperial examination is over, I'll give a banquet to make amends even if I lose my family! Hahaha, come on! Come on! I really wish Marquis Fang Wen was here and slapped me in the face! Haha..."

"Lord Futai, what's the matter with you? Don't scare us!"

"There must be something mysterious about the test paper. Don't sell it off, Mr. Sun. Take it out quickly!" an official tried to rob it.

Magistrate Sun said with a smile, "go to the pavilion. I'll show you the best scholar in Dayuan mansion... No, it's a test paper for everyone! Ha ha, I'm really confused just now. He's Fang Zhenguo, how can he be inferior to us! From then on, I'll never doubt him again!"

People became more and more curious. Even Zhao Jingkong's blurred eyes began to change.

Walking to the stone table in the pavilion, magistrate sun carefully placed the three test papers on the stone table as if holding a baby.

All the people came up, stunned, and then inhaled one after another. An old official even covered his heart with his hands and breathed.

Zhao Jingkong's eyes became brighter than the moon. He was still dressed in rags, but he had a sense of dust. He was no longer like an old beggar, but like a hermit.

"Holy pen rating?" an officer asked tentatively.

"Nonsense! Give Fang Wenhou 10000 courage and dare not write three armours on his test paper with gold paint!"

"It's amazing. Half the saint rated it in person before he finished the exam. This is the supreme praise!"

Zhao Jingkong scratched his neck with his hand and groaned: "the ten countries have to fry the pot! What is this transportation? It can shock the world all the time. Is it the reincarnation of the firecracker demon? If he asks for food with me, he will go all the way!"

There was laughter everywhere. The metaphor of firecracker demon was so strange that only the beggar uncle Huang could think of it.

"Come on, let's start with poetry! If we don't see it today, the holy courtyard will be taken away as soon as the imperial examination is over." magistrate Sun said, turning to the title page of poetry, there appears the original text of Fang Yun's "recalling hometown".

"The sentiment of this poem is good. It well explains that time is like passing water, gone without return. Perhaps it was written too hastily, which is a certain gap from his previous poems."

"After reading this poem, I'm relieved that Fang Zhenguo is finally normal. If every poem is unparalleled in the world, it's really strange!"

"Yes, it is. However, this poem is vaguely remarkable. It has the meaning of destiny, which is better than ordinary poems in terms of conception. I remember that Dong Wencong, governor of Yuhai, said that Fang Yun's scriptures are unparalleled in terms of conception."

"Then let's look at the Scriptures."

After reading the poems, people were not disappointed, but looked forward to it more, because it was obvious that this poem could not attract semi saints. If it was Sutra or strategy to attract semi saints, it could be more important than poetry to attract semi saints.

Magistrate sun opened the door of the great scholar and made great progress when traveling. When lecturing, he spoke with the words of heaven. He transmitted the mystery and truth in the words to the literary palace of the audience. Like the words of heaven, everyone can quickly understand them.

The state shepherds or governors of the ten states can be Hanlin, but the king of the State Academy of arts must be a bachelor, because only a bachelor can teach students with the word of heaven, and no gifted Hanlin can enlighten the world with the word of heaven.

Although everyone listened, words appeared in front of everyone. This is a very high level of the word of heaven. Everyone has more respect for Zhao Jingkong. It seems that Zhao Jingkong is not inferior to Li Wenying in killing demons and killing barbarians, and is not inferior to Li Wenying in the holy way.

As a great scholar, Zhao Jingkong's understanding of the meaning of scriptures is far above everyone present. His Tianyan incisively and vividly expounds the content Fang Yun wants to write.

Several old gentlemen shook their heads, like drinking wine, intoxicated and overjoyed.

When Zhao Jingkong finished reciting Fang Yun's Sutra, they were speechless and still immersed in the truth contained in this sutra for a long time.

After a while, GE zhoumu smiled and sighed: "it's really wonderful. I seem to see Fang Yun sitting at the desk and writing quickly."

"I feel the words are heavy. When Fang Yun wrote this article, his sweat must be as heavy as mercury. Old uncle Huang's understanding can't be wrong."

"I saw him standing on the top of the mountain and looking up to the world. Heaven's destiny lies in man. He will do his duty. Good!"

"No wonder Fang Yun fell asleep early yesterday. I'm afraid he was too tired to write this article."

"The Terran has demons and barbarians around, but I still have to explore the ancient land. I thought it was superfluous, but I didn't realize it until I read this article. Xie Fangyun's good article and Xie Huangshu's heaven's word."

Magistrate Sun said, "the massiness of this article is very similar to historical books. Fang Yun seems to have seen a great country feel a sense of isolation and complacency. He has an unspeakable sense of mission and humiliation. Therefore, he can deeply understand the 'endless sky', so he believes that the human race should not be content with the status quo."

"Lord Sun deserves to be born in Tanghua. As soon as you say it, I understand that Fang Yun's vision is really a monster."

"It's not that I understand well, but Uncle Huang's divine words are powerful. They tell the article and the world."

With a smile, Zhao Jingkong has returned to normal. He doesn't have the momentum of a bachelor or the majesty of Uncle Huang. He is an ordinary old beggar anyway.

Magistrate sun then handed the "pingman policy" to Zhao Jingkong and said, "next, look at this policy theory. This policy theory is one, nearly 100 pages thick, which is very rare. I'm afraid it has the closest relationship with semi Shengqin points."

Zhao Jingkong took over pingmance, opened his mouth and read it with great devotion. His look changed slightly, his eyes were particularly bright, and even the wrinkles on his face were relaxed, as if he were four or five years younger.

However, all the people around were staring at the beggar uncle Huang. Some took out their ears, and others patted their ears with their heads sideways, as if water was in their ears.

Finally, they looked at each other, surprised.

"Can you hear me?" magistrate sun asked.

Everyone shook their heads together.

"I can't hear you."

"I can't hear it at all. I know lip language. I can't understand what he's talking about."

Everyone turned pale. Some people's eyes were very sad, some people sighed softly, and some people were very dissatisfied with clenching their fists.

Ge zhoumu said, "it's reasonable that no matter how important the test paper is, we examiners also have the opportunity to see and hear it. It's a big deal that the semi saint will 'keep quiet' and we can't disclose it. But the semi saint of this policy theory won't allow us to see it. Only university examiners are qualified to see it. It seems to be more important than Fang Yun's Sutra when he was trying to be a scholar."

"Yes, it must matter a lot and should not be disclosed."

"Uncle Huang is blessed."

The crowd looked at Zhao Jingkong with envy.

Magistrate sun's eyes flashed and he seemed to think of something. He was more envious.

People on one side kept walking around in the pavilion, and others complained in a low voice, such as scratching their hearts with a hundred claws. They really couldn't stand a policy that might spread all over the world, but they couldn't see the truth before their eyes.

Someone looked around behind Zhao Jingkong and found that he could clearly see the words above, but there was an invisible force to cut off his thinking. He could neither recognize what those words read nor remember them.