Great Wei scholar

in the palace.

There is a figure.

But what is shocking is that this figure looks extremely young, about 20 years old, about the same age as Xu Qingxiao.

Behind him stood three thousand scholars, each of whom was filled with incomparably powerful righteousness.

All are great Confucians.

This time, Wuzhou shook, watching all this in disbelief.

A 20-year-old sub-sage, three thousand great scholars?

This is incredible.

Simply outrageous.

Less than a quarter of an hour.

In the Great Wei Imperial Palace, one after another figures walked out and headed for the homes of all the officials.

The Tuxie Dynasty and the Yuan Dynasty were also shocked, and held a court meeting overnight to discuss this matter.

Among the officials of the Great Wei Dynasty.

Looking at such a scene, Chen Zhengru's eyes were filled with endless astonishment.

This is incredible.

beyond the scope of common sense.

There must be heresy in it.

All the big figures of the Dongzhou Imperial Clan clicked their tongues.

In the mountains of Nanzhou.

Zhao Yuan stood on a mountain top, looking at the scene of Beizhou, his eyes were full of disbelief.

"In this world, it is absolutely impossible to have such a young Yasheng."

"There are three thousand great Confucians."

"It's absolutely impossible."

"impossible."

Zhao Yuan clenched his fists tightly. As a first-rank martial artist, he couldn't believe what he saw.

This is horrible.

20-year-old Yasheng.

Three thousand great scholars?

How could there be such an existence?

It's hard to describe it.

Central Continent.

Inside the magic cave.

Wu Ming frowned, not because of Beizhou's situation, but because the fairy corpse was visibly shaken just now.

"So what happened?"

"Such a young sub-sage, three thousand great Confucian scholars, and the Great Wei Palace at its peak, is nothing more than that?"

Wu Ming instantly realized some problems.

It's just that he doesn't understand.

Xizhou Buddhism.

The monk Jialan looked at the scene of Beizhou.

Can't help clasping hands together.

self-mumbling.

"Amitabha."

Afterwards, the divine monk Jialan shook his head and began to recite the mantra of rebirth, not knowing what he was saving.

And in the capital of Great Wei.

Prince Huaining opened his eyes wide, watching all this, his body couldn't help trembling.

He knew early on that there was a grandson.

Just didn't expect it.

This grandson.

It was... so terrifying.

And in Kyoto.

The Supreme Immortal Sect, the Ruyi Artifact Sect, the Guiyuan Array Sect, and the Seven Great Immortal Sects were all ebullient, with shock written all over their faces.

Taoist Wuchen even stood on the sky, with his hands behind his back, frowning.

After a while, Taoist Wuchen shook his head, took a deep breath, and muttered to himself.

"There are waves again."

Four words, everything is said.

And the outskirts of Kyoto.

By a pond.

An old man looked at the sky, his eyes were full of coldness and hatred.

This old man is Xunzi.

A great scholar of heaven and earth.

He seems to be extremely disgusted with this descendant of the saint.

But soon, he recovered his normal expression, threw the fishing rod in his hand into the pond, and muttered to himself.

"Fish don't take the bait."

He said so without knowing what he meant.

but.

in Kyoto.

Only one person didn't pay attention to this.

This person is Xu Qingxiao.

It's not that Xu Qingxiao closed it.

Instead, Xu Qingxiao was reciting scriptures.

In the process of inscribing scriptures, everything will be forgotten, and the soul will enter the state of heaven and man.

He was brewing and condensing the spiritual tablet, so he didn't know what was going on outside.

Until the next morning.

at last.

Xu Qingxiao is ready.

Chapter 237: The gift of the holy grandson, the vision of Wengong, the Tao Te Ching, and the vision?

Great Wei Jingdu.

Inside the palace.

The empress sat on the dragon chair.

She looked extremely serious.

All the officials present looked very serious.

After a saint appeared out of nowhere?And it's still Yasheng, leading [-] Confucian scholars, wanting to come to Great Wei?

What is this peace of mind?

How can everyone not understand?

What generations of suppression of demons for thousands of years, these are all bullshit, come sooner or later, why come at this time?

What about fooling the ghost?

"My dear gentlemen."

"How to deal with the matter of the descendants of saints?"

At this time, the voice of the empress sounded, and she looked at the officials and asked.

As soon as he said this, Zhang Jing's voice sounded.

"Go back to Your Majesty."

"The matter of the saint's offspring is too sudden. We must first check it out. Otherwise, if he says it's the saint's descendant, it's the saint's descendant? What if it's the demon's descendant?"

When Zhang Jing spoke, his attitude was obvious.

Dawei finally settled down, and besides Xu Qingxiao was still around, how could other forces be allowed in?

"I agree with what Zhang Shangshu said, the identity of the so-called saints needs to be verified slowly, but it doesn't need to be too intense, just let them go to the outer city to settle."

Li Yanlong, Minister of the Ministry of War, also followed suit, but he eased up a bit, first let these people settle in a city outside the capital, and then slowly checked their identities.

Check it out, let's talk.

If you can't find out, then keep checking until you find out.

However, all the ministers spoke to each other, but Chen Zhengru was the only one who seemed very calm and did not answer.

For a moment, the empress' voice could not help but sound.

"Chen Aiqing, what do you think?"

The Empress opened her mouth and asked Chen Zhengru.

Hearing this sound, Chen Zhengru bowed to the empress, and he spoke slowly.

"Your Majesty, after this person claimed to be a saint, I watched it with Confucian and Taoist celestial eyes. He is indeed full of holy spirit. The most important thing is that he did indeed bring Wengong here."

"Dare to appear at this juncture, obviously without fear of inspection, and the other party is carrying three thousand great scholars, this is an unspeakable force."

"During the heyday of the Great Wei Wen Palace, there was also a grand scene of three thousand great Confucian scholars. This person was able to bring three thousand great Confucian scholars here. It is difficult to fake his identity. He is not a descendant of a saint, and has a great relationship with a saint."

"After the demon, it is really absurd."

Chen Zhengru said that he used to be a great Confucian in the literary palace, and now he is also a great Confucian in heaven and earth, so he knows better whether the other party is true or not.

A sub-sage, three thousand great scholars, what kind of monster can cultivate such power?

Don't talk about monsters, let the Wei Wen Palace in its heyday come to make a fuss, I'm afraid they can't give birth to three thousand great scholars.

Whether the identity of the other party is a descendant of a saint is unknown, but it must be related to a saint.

Moreover, it is really possible that the other party claims to be a descendant of the great sage.

In the whole world, only the great sage is the god in the hearts of all living beings.

Even if the great sage is too far away from this era, all living beings in the world have heard of the great sage's name and know the power of the great sage.

It's nothing more than the fact that the ages are too far apart, causing sentient beings to feel separated.

"Then what does Chen Aiqing mean?"

the Empress asked.

"His Majesty."