The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

When Geng Xuncha heard this voice, he was overjoyed. Although this person was not a half-saint of Wu, he was a half-saint of Shu, Mi Fengdian, who had a good relationship with the Xunzi family, and he had a deep friendship with the half-saint of Wu in his early years. On the contrary, he had a mediocre relationship with the half-saint of Jing, Chen Guanhai.

Without waiting for Zhou Zhubu to answer, Geng Xuncha immediately said loudly: "The lower official, the imperial examination inspector, has met the saint. The officials of Jiangzhou, Jingguo, formed a clique for personal gain and colluded with each other to disregard the fairness of the imperial examination for a scholar. Although Fang Yun has literary talent, he can only be considered fair in the interpretation of the classics, but the three people have been praising him. The lower official has to suspect that they have selfish motives. Even if the lower official does not think highly of Fang Yun's interpretation of the classics, he also ranks him first with another person, which is the best move. However, these people are relentless and ask the saint for a trivial matter, which is a great crime!"

Unlike Geng Xuncha who often walks around the Saint Court, Zhou Zhubu has the courage to ask for a saint's judgment, but after feeling the vast and majestic power of the half-saint, his mind cannot be calmed, and coupled with the anger in his heart, he opened his mouth and shouted: "Geng Xuncha harmed my Jingguo's great talent for personal revenge, the saint is wise!" He regretted it after he finished speaking. His words were completely indignant at the moment, and were far less clear than Geng Xuncha's.

Geng Xuncha was delighted. Saints don't like spineless people or people who are in a hurry. They like people who are neither arrogant nor humble. Compared with Zhou Zhubu, he seems to have more literary pride.

"Oh? Do you think Fang Yun's interpretation of the scriptures is not as good as Yu Zi's?" Mi Fengdian's voice was calm and delicate, and it sounded like a spring breeze. Everyone couldn't help but think that he was a good-tempered old man, and they were relieved. If they met a half-saint with a weird temper, they would definitely be unlucky.

"Please judge by Saint Mi. I don't think his interpretation of the scriptures is not as good as others, but..."

Mi Fengdian suddenly interrupted him and said, "Since he is not inferior to others, why can't he get the first place!"

A strong wind blew, and everyone present was blown back by the strong wind and had to cover their faces with their arms.

Strangely, those people were blown back by the wind, but the test papers or other items did not move at all.

Everyone was scared. The spring breeze turned into a gust of wind in the blink of an eye. How could the originally friendly half-saint be angry?

Geng Xuncha's heart skipped a beat, realizing that something was not right, and hurriedly said, "I think talent is important, so I graded it this way. If there are any mistakes, please punish me, Mi Sheng."

"Since you think talent is important, let me show you how much talent Fang Yun has in that scripture!"

As soon as Mi Fengdian finished speaking, he saw an invisible force dissipating from Fang Yun's scripture, and then a thick orange light of talent surged up like a fountain.

One inch, two inches, one foot, two feet... and finally stopped at five feet and five inches.

Four pages of scripture slowly floated up, and finally floated in the air, emitting a soft light, which made people feel peaceful.

This page exuded a strange power, which kept spreading outward, but was blocked by an invisible force.

With this article in hand, the demon generals could not get close, and even their magic would naturally dissipate after approaching.

Above the country, spread to the world!

Everyone in the examination room was shocked by the power of the sutra, but under the comfort of the light, all negative emotions gradually dissipated.

However, only Geng Xuncha had an unusually ferocious expression, because he had an unconcealed hostility towards the article and a strong desire to kill the author of the article.

Under the influence of this sutra, Geng Xuncha's negative attitude became even more serious, and his anger and resentment almost turned him into a madman.

After three breaths, four pages of the sutra fell on the table, and the table was crushed to pieces with a bang. Then the four pages of the sutra fell lightly to the ground, but they smashed a big hole in the ground, with a loud sound.

A loud voice suddenly appeared: "Whose talent is weaker than this!"

Before everyone could react, the temperature in the room suddenly dropped rapidly, and then snowflakes appeared out of thin air and fell everywhere.

Geng Xuncha finally realized after hearing this voice that Mi Fengdian was a new saint after all, and his power was not strong. If the power was just leaked, it would not change the whole Yuhai City. The one who was really angry should not be the three examiners, but the one in the East Saint Pavilion.

Only that person's realm is higher than changing the world, so that anger can turn into snow, sorrow can turn into rain, and joy can turn into spring breeze.

Inspector Geng's knees softened and he knelt on the ground. Just as he was about to speak, he was stopped by an invisible force.

Mi Fengdian sighed and said, "If Fang Yun's poems were spread all over the world, we would let it go. But this article is the meaning of the classics, but it was written by a mere scholar. Once it can be spread all over the world, it will inevitably cause a catastrophe. It is not too much for the demon saint to come in person. We have to ban the vision of this classic meaning. After the results are announced tomorrow, someone will be sent to take it away and let a group of great scholars study it carefully. But who knew that you were so selfish that you were blinded by hatred and tried to destroy the great talents of our human race!"

At the end of the speech, the wind was howling in the examination room, snow was flying all over the sky, and everyone was shivering with cold.

"Inspector Geng, do you know your crime?" A stern voice sounded.

This voice has a strange power. It is just a question, but it can make people confess their crimes.

"I know my crime! Please forgive my sins!" Geng Xuncha burst into tears and cried.

"What is your crime?"

"I... I shouldn't collude with others to cause chaos in neighboring countries, and I shouldn't harm the talents of the human race for my own personal grudges."

"What is your crime?"

"You should be executed!" Geng Xuncha said these words while crying, as if he was completely out of his control.

"That's good."

As soon as the old man finished speaking, Geng Xuncha's head suddenly turned 360 degrees, a full circle, and then fell to the ground with a thud.

The neck was broken very neatly, without a trace of blood.

"This man is extremely evil, his descendants will be deprived of their literary positions, all three clans will be dismissed, and the imperial examination will be banned for a hundred years to serve as a warning to others!"

Everyone present was terrified. This punishment was too terrible. No matter what literary position Geng Xuncha's descendants took, they would be directly deprived of it, and the imperial palace would be abolished. They would never have talent in this life. And all officials in the three clans of the Geng family would lose their positions, and no one would be able to take the imperial examination within a hundred years. This family would be completely ruined and would never rise again.

This is the holy punishment. Once the saint is forced to speak in anger, it will not be a matter of one or two people dying, but at least one clan will be in trouble.

"Keep your mouth shut." The voice said again.

When Confucius entered the Imperial Temple, he saw a bronze man with three seals on his mouth, and the words "Ancient people who are careful about what they say" were engraved on the back of the bronze man. Confucius realized something, and soon after, he gained a literary mind, called "Three Seals of Mouth", which can seal the words and deeds of others.

Everyone immediately felt a force entering their bodies, and they couldn't help but tremble with fear, because the power of the semi-saint to keep his mouth shut would always be on them, and they couldn't say a word about what happened today, or even express it.

If they were to say it carelessly, they would be stopped by this power, but if they took the initiative to say it to harm Fang Yun, the semi-saint would be alert and send down a holy punishment.

Then, the strong wind and heavy snow in the house disappeared, and nothing changed except for the body of Geng Xuncha, the shattered table and the four pages of scriptures in the pit.

The vision of the four pages of scriptures was sealed again, and it looked like four ordinary pieces of paper.

Feng Zimo stared at the scene blankly, his heart surging.

"No wonder! No wonder! That day, I learned that Shi Dehong was going to use the imperial examination inspection to harm Fang Yun, and I went to report it to Li Daxueshi, but Li Daxueshi not only did not do it himself, but called Shi Dehong a fool. He even told me not to tell Fang Yun, and let everything take its course. Now think about it, Li Daxueshi might have expected it a long time ago."

"Li Daxueshi may not have expected Fang Yun to write a scripture that would be passed down to the world, but he knew that once someone wanted to harm Fang Yun in the imperial examination, it would inevitably lead to a request for a holy judgment. Semi-saints are born in different countries and have selfish desires for their own countries, but in the face of major issues, they will never let Geng Xunchao mess around."

"If those semi-saints really watched Fang Yun being harmed, their own holy ways would definitely have big problems. What's more, Fang Yun has made great contributions, and the saints are too busy to protect him, so it is impossible for him to be framed during the imperial examination."

Thinking of this, Feng Zimo couldn't help but smile slightly, and understood the cause and effect.

"So that's it! The saints will not deliberately take the initiative to save Fang Yun, because in the eyes of the saints, the dangers Fang Yun encounters are all sharpening. If there were no such enemies, Fang Yun would never grow so fast. However, the saints have a ruler in their hearts. If someone kills Fang Yun through the life and death contest, or Fang Yun is killed in the killing of monsters, the saints will not take action, because in their eyes it is Fang Yun's own choice. But if someone harms Fang Yun by despicable means, once discovered, they will definitely be severely punished."

"However, although the saints are powerful, they cannot cover the sky with one hand. Since this matter was caused by the Xunzi family, I am afraid it will end here. After all If a family of sub-saints were involved in the murder of Fang Yun, their reputation would be ruined. However, I always feel that the saints will not let Shi Dehong go unpunished, after all, he was behind the scenes. "

"Alas, the prefectural examination is over, and the next step is to look at the mountain of books. Since Fang Yun bet with Shi Dehong and Tong Li to destroy the Wen Palace, the saints can't interfere. Once Fang Yun fails, the Wen Palace will definitely be destroyed. I hope Fang Yun can at least draw. "

Feng Zimo secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He originally made a decision that if Fang Yun could not become a talented person, he would use the official seal of the court to control the power of the temple to suppress Geng Xuncha and then kill him, but now it seems that it is not necessary.

"Let someone clean up and continue to review the papers." After giving the order, Dong Zhifu looked at Feng Zimo and Zhou Zhubu.

"How do you feel?" Dong Zhifu's eyes were actually shining with excitement.

Feng Zimo naturally knew this man's temper, and said with a smile: "What's your attitude? A Hanlin died, and Fang Yun almost failed to become a scholar, what are you happy about?"

"Of course I'm happy!" Dong Zhifu rushed to the sutra in two steps, picked it up carefully, and put it on the table while saying, "Come, let's re-understand this sutra that has been passed down throughout the world! Whether I can break through to become a Hanlin depends entirely on it!"