The world's most invincible

Chapter 269 The Confucian Temple asks for help

The old man walked against the wind and rain. As soon as he entered his dream, Li Changye discovered it.

However, he did not exit the dream. He looked at the old man who bowed and bowed, and asked curiously: "Sir, you are the master of the Confucian Temple, how can you perform such a great gift? I don't dare to accept it if I am late!"

The old man who suddenly arrived was wearing loose clothes, a hairpin on his head, and a jade wat in his hand. He was surrounded by literary aura and protected by golden light. He was the image of a god in the Confucian Temple.

Hongzhou's culture and education were prosperous and there were so many students there, so naturally it was supported by the Confucian Temple.

The old man's Shinto atmosphere is closely related to the entire Hongzhou City, as if it is one, and it should be the deity of the Hongzhou Confucian Temple.

But I don’t know why such a transcendent sage from the Confucian Temple came to visit on a rainy night to pay homage.

Li Qianyi stepped forward and helped up the Hongzhou literary and Taoist sage.

However, the old man did not want to get up, and continued to pay his respects, saying: "The old Zuo Sixian was originally a rotten scholar in Hongzhou. Fortunately, Taizu ordered him to have a golden body in the Hongzhou Confucian Temple, so that he could accumulate literature and carry out enlightenment."

"I haven't made any achievements in a hundred and twenty years. I only carefully monitor the ups and downs of literary fortunes and protect the students in the state's middle schools."

"Thanks to the emphasis on culture and education by successive governors, many academies have been built in various counties in the state over the past few decades, and more students have been admitted than before. However, in the past five years, the cultural movement in the state has not only not increased, but has been declining."

"Especially in the past year, Hongzhou's cultural fortunes have suddenly and sharply declined like a rain pond. Not only are the number of middle school students in the prefecture difficult to make progress in their spiritual pursuits, but the number of intelligent young children has also been greatly reduced."

Li Chaoyi raised his eyebrows slightly.

Normally speaking, the rise and fall of a place's cultural fortune coincides with the rise and fall of culture and education. The more emphasis a place places on culture and education, the stronger its cultural fortune will be.

vice versa.

And as Master Zuo said, successive governors of Hongzhou have attached great importance to culture and education, built more academies and recruited students. It stands to reason that the Hongzhou Literary and Taoist Association will become more and more prosperous and the Literary Movement Association will become more and more intense.

Seeing Li Qunyi's surprise, Zuo Sixian continued: "I have a lot of responsibilities and I dare not slack off. As soon as I noticed the changes in the literary fortunes five years ago, I used Shinto techniques to investigate every corner, but I couldn't. Find out the reasons for the loss of cultural fortune."

"After the sudden drop in literary fortunes in the past year, I have tried my best to control the golden body and travel to various counties. However, I still cannot find out the clues. Instead, the golden body is chapped and may be broken in the near future."

"Please sir, please save Hongzhou Wen Dao and save Hongzhou students!"

After speaking, Zuo Sixian bowed again with a sincere expression.

Li Chaoyi also lifted him up again and asked: "Mr. Zuo, Hongzhou's literary fortunes have changed. It is suspected that evil spirits are playing tricks on the literary world. You should report it to the Tiannan court. Why do you ask for help from a junior?"

Zuo Sixian replied with a little shame: "Today, the Nanchao Hall is controlled by treacherous ministers, and there are eunuchs wielding power. They only know how to fight for criticism and power. How can they care about the people's livelihood of the states?"

"Lao Cao reported the irregularities in Hongzhou's cultural movement to the court five years ago. When the situation became more urgent in the past year, he reported it every month. As a result, the temple either responded perfunctorily or simply refused to respond."

"Old man has no choice but to deal with it on his own, but his realm is weak and his spiritual power is low, so it will not help. Half a quarter of an hour ago, he returned from the lower county and sensed that the teacher was here."

"Sir, your majestic aura is magnificent and vast, and is accompanied by dazzling divine power. If I guess correctly, you must be Mr. Li of Hanshan Academy, who promoted the restoration of heaven and earth, and traveled across the continent with the Goddess of Donghua Mountain."

"Please sir, please save Hongzhou Wen Dao!"

Li Chaoyi finally understood why this Confucian temple master fell asleep at night and asked for help.

Culture and education are prosperous, but cultural fortunes are declining for no reason. This is indeed a big thing.

Especially when he looked at Zuo Sixian, he saw that the golden body of the god had many cracks and was indeed in danger of being broken.

Not only does his aura of Haoran far exceed that of ordinary Confucian scholars, but he is also fed back by the luck of the Beizhi Gezhou Shinto. As a demigod, he can sense his own arrival and can also count his auras.

"Senior Zuo, please wake up. Since something like this has happened in Hongzhou that is detrimental to the destiny of the literary world, as a Confucian disciple, naturally he will not sit idly by and ignore it." Li Changyi helped the Confucian Temple master up.

"I dare to ask Senior Zuo, is there really no clue as to why the state's cultural fortunes were lost?"

Zuo Sixian shook his head: "If we know who is causing the evil, I will fight with it even if I have to fight for my golden body and this residual soul, so that the literary spirit of the students in the whole state will not be exhausted and the avenue will be cut off."

This is difficult.

Li Chaoyi thought for a long time and said: "Literary fortune is born from culture and education, and will not be lost without reason. This time the cultural fortune in the state has changed, either there is a problem in Hongzhou's cultural and educational circles, or there are evil spirits secretly devouring it, or being plundered by other areas." go."

"No matter what happens, there should be signs in two places."

Zuo Sixian asked curiously: "Which two places?"

Li Chaoyi replied: "The first one is naturally the Yizhou Confucian Temple where Senior Zuo lives; the other one is where the literary style is most prosperous and where there are the most students."

"These two places are the foundation of Hongzhou's cultural movement. No matter whether Hongzhou's cultural movement is damaged due to the lack of virtue of the people in charge of culture and education, or is stolen by evil spirits, or is robbed by other realms, there will always be manifestations of talent. yes."

Zuo Sixian was suddenly enlightened and said with great shame: "It's because of the old age. I only thought about finding the loopholes and forgot to inspect myself and the state school."

When Zuo Sixian was appointed as the main god of Hongzhou Confucian Temple, his cultivation was limited and his talents and learning were not high. This was because the other literary sages who came out of Hongzhou were still alive and had left Tiannan Kingdom to travel around the world.

Therefore, Taizu, the founder of Tiannan Kingdom, decreed that he who stayed behind in Hongzhou was deified in the Confucian Temple.

He was originally a middle-aged man, but now he has been the righteous god of the Confucian Temple for 120 years, and his cultivation level has only been promoted to the late stage of the tenth realm, and he is far away from the half-step holy realm.

His cultivation level was not high and his divine power was not sufficient. Such omissions made him very ashamed.

Li Xianyue comforted him, "It's not necessarily that Senior Zuo was really negligent. It's also possible that there were people behind the scenes who used evil methods to blind your consciousness."

Zuo Sixian smiled bitterly and said: "If this is true, it is because Laochan's realm is too low. Otherwise, how can he be deceived by evil spirits if he takes advantage of the Confucian Temple?"

This was not easy to persuade. Li Changyue said: "Without further delay, I will go to the Confucian Temple with my seniors. If the investigation in the Confucian Temple is fruitless, the state school will gain something."

"Yes, sir, please move to the Confucian Temple!"

"Senior, you're welcome."

Afterwards, Li Chaoyi exited the dreamland. He communicated with the Maomao Guoshi next door and asked him to take care of Ning Xiaozhi, and then headed to the Hongzhou Confucian Temple with Zuo Sixian's Traveling Yin Shen.

Hongzhou Confucian Temple is located in the west of Zhoucheng, near Gongyuan and Kaopeng Street, where many scribes and students live.

The master of the Confucian Temple travels in his ghostly avatar without anyone noticing.

However, when Li Qianyi arrived at the Confucian Temple, the master of the Confucian Temple appeared in golden form and went to the gate to greet him. However, he fell into the eyes of many people. Soon the news spread throughout the Confucian Temple Street, and then spread to Zhouxue and the city. several academies, and eventually spread to the entire Hongzhou literary and Taoist world.

This was Li Changyi's deliberate move, deliberately trying to scare off the enemy.

If it is really an evil spirit, seeing the Master of the Confucian Temple personally welcoming a distinguished guest with a mysterious origin into the temple, he will definitely be unable to restrain himself and take action.

Move and the head will appear. “Sir, are there any traces of evil hidden in this temple?”

Zuo Sixian asked immediately after crossing the gate of the Confucian Temple and leading Li Chaoyi to the courtyard.

Li Chaoyi had already started the Confucian qi-gazing technique, and saw that the entire Confucian Temple was wrapped in rich cultural and incense luck. It was small in scale, but extremely majestic and elegant.

The main hall is the Dacheng Hall, which is the same as the Jiuzhou Confucian Temple and is dedicated to the most holy master of Dacheng.

The right side hall is dedicated to Yuan Sheng Duke Zhou, who controlled the world with etiquette and was a Confucian sage. The left side hall is dedicated to the lesser sages who inherited the teachings of the most holy teachers, carried them forward, and opened up the aura of greatness.

There are also ten Confucian philosophers such as Fusheng, Zongsheng, Shusheng, etc., accompanying the worshiper.

Behind the Dacheng Hall, there is an inconspicuous hall, where stands a statue that is 70% similar to Zuo Sixian. It is the place of worship for Zuo Sixian.

Similar to the Confucian temples entrusted and built by various countries in the Nine Provinces, the deities enshrined in the Confucian Temple are not so much righteous gods as they are the Confucian Temple Miaozhu, who are responsible for the incense and cultural fortune of the most holy teachers and saints.

Therefore, the people like to call these Confucian temple gods as Confucian temple masters instead of Literary God masters.

Hearing Zuo Sixian's rather anxious inquiry, Li Changye did not answer immediately. Instead, after paying homage to the Holy Master and other sages, he went to the back hall where Master Zuo was enshrined and looked at the elegant statue on the altar.

"Sir, how is it?"

Zuo Sixian asked again, a little uneasy.

Li Chaoyi was thoughtful, but still didn't answer. He walked out of the back hall again and walked to the side room.

"Sir, the east wing is the dormitory for the abbot, deacons, students, etc. in the temple. The west wing is for officials, pilgrims and students from the lower county." Zuo Sixian introduced.

Li Xianyi nodded and opened the door of one of the west wing rooms.

As soon as the door opened, he saw a calligraphy and painting hanging on the wall. A shadow flew up, turned into a wisp of black smoke and escaped, swept out the window, and disappeared into the night in a moment.

"Ah, there is actually an evil spirit hiding in the Confucian Temple. It is a great sin for me to neglect it!"

When Zuo Sixian saw this scene, he was shocked and blamed himself very much.

I wanted to chase him, but it was too late.

The wind and rain have stopped, but the night in Hongzhou City is still very dark, as if there is a deep black curtain hanging over Hongzhou.

"Sir, can you see clearly what kind of evil is that wisp of black smoke?" Zuo Sixian asked for advice. He was of a low level and was unprepared just now, so he didn't see it clearly.

Li Chaoyi pointed to the calligraphy on the wall and said: "There are some clues, but if you want to find out the true root of this evil, you need to start from it."

I saw the calligraphy on the wall. The writing was strong, like a silver-hook iron painting. It was written with great momentum and a bit of elegance. In terms of calligraphy, it can be called top grade.

The content is an excerpt from Changli Gong's "Teacher's Theory": "If you are born before me, you must have heard the Tao before me, and I have learned from it; if you are born after me, if you have heard the Tao before me, it must have been me... That's why There is neither high nor low, neither long nor short. Where the Tao exists, the teacher exists."

Zuo Sixian immediately replied: "This calligraphy was written and sent to me by a famous scholar from Gaoli County. He is very sincere in learning and full of talent. He can be called one of the nine counties of Hongzhou for a while." In order to encourage him to study hard, I asked the abbot to accept it."

"It was said that the day I sent the letter was exactly five years ago. It was this Gongsheng who was causing trouble? Could it be that he was invaded by evil spirits and entered the devil's way?"

Zuo Sixian couldn't believe it was the Gongsheng who did it, and there was a hint of regret in his tone.

Li Changyue asked: "Senior Zuo, who is the surname of that Gongsheng? Where does he live now?"

Zuo Sixian replied: "The Gongsheng's name is Zong Ye, and he comes from a family of officials in Gaoli County. However, when his grandfather was here, his family's fortunes were already in decline. His father was addicted to gambling and almost sold his ancestral home. .”

"This son is not like his father. He has devoted himself to studying since he was a child. He is determined to obtain fame and revive the family business."

"He passed the county examination at the age of nine, became a scholar at the age of fifteen, and passed the annual tribute examination at the age of eighteen, five years ago, and became a tribute student."

"But for some unknown reason, he turned down the opportunity to attend the Imperial College and chose to stay in the state school."

He passed the county examination at the age of nine and passed the Gongsheng examination at the age of eighteen. He was indeed very talented.

Li Changyou thought about it and then asked: "In the past five years, he has been studying in Zhou and has never left Hongzhou?"

Zuo Sixian did not answer immediately, but first asked the old abbot who was staying in the east wing with his heartfelt voice.

Then he nodded and replied: "Yes, according to the abbot of the temple, this sect has never left Hongzhou. In the past five years, he has either studied classics in the state school, or traveled around nine counties with friends, often going to various academies in the lower counties to participate in Poetry club, Ci club.”

"What I need to tell you, sir, is that every three or five months, this son will come to the Confucian Temple. The calligraphy of Changli Gong was brought to him during his visit one day."

"It seems at this time that this son has been harboring evil intentions for a long time and is trying to seek the fortune of Chinese culture in the state. I'm afraid that he went to nine counties and visited various academies for the sake of the fortune of the arts in the counties."

At this time, Mr. Zuo still doesn't know that Zong Ye is an ambitious person?

I just don’t know how he, a scholar with no obvious realm, managed to gain literary fortune.

However, Li Chaoyi was very calm and said: "If we find the culprit, everything will be easy to handle. I originally thought that there was something wrong with Hongzhou Culture and Education. If that is the case, it will be troublesome."

Zuo Sixian nodded. He felt that he could secretly swallow up the cultural fortune of a state and make him, the righteous god of the Confucian Temple, have his golden body broken by several kilograms. He was an unusual evil and difficult to deal with. But since Mr. Li said so, he could only Nodding in agreement.

"Sir, should we go to the state school immediately to avoid letting that sect escape too?"

Li Changye shook his head: "Don't worry, he won't escape."

"I'm an old fool. May I ask, sir, how do you say this?"

"His hidden mark was suddenly startled by me, and he stopped devouring literary fortunes. I guess he would not be satisfied and just retreated. Otherwise, he would have taken a big gulp instead of running away directly."

Zuo Sixian was a little confused and didn't quite understand the logic.

Li Chaoyi smiled warmly and said, "Senior Zuo just needs to know that that sect has not retreated, but is waiting for me to come over in Zhouxue."

Zuo Sixian was stunned: "He is waiting for Mr. to come over? He is not afraid at all. How can he be so arrogant?"

The Mr. Li in front of him is the Hanshan Li who was listed in the "Amazing World List" alone and traveled to the same continent with the Goddess. How can he dare to provoke an ordinary evil person after his deeds are exposed?

Just when Mr. Zuo was surprised, there was a young Confucian scholar in a small courtyard of Hongzhou Prefecture School, gently shaking his folding fan and looking in the direction of the Confucian Temple with a bright smile.

(End of this chapter)