The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

"Shi Dehong is right! This Fang Yun is too scary. Even Shi Jun is optimistic about him. He is willing to offend Shi Jun for him. If he doesn't die, I will definitely die! Shushan is my chance! I will never miss this opportunity! Although I don't know what Shushan is like, if I can find a way to ruin his way to Shushan, I will do it!"

Tong Li continued to think as he walked, his eyes became more and more determined and more and more sinister.

"Fang Yun, don't blame me! It's okay if you lose, but if you win us, then Shi Dehong and I will commit suicide immediately! At that time, my grandfather and Shi Jun will definitely come to seek revenge on you! Even if you run to the ends of the earth, you can't escape! Killing you for other reasons will cause problems for Wendan, but in order to avenge disciples or descendants, the Holy Academy cannot deprive them of their literary positions!"

Tong Li looked up in the direction of the Holy Academy.

"I don't believe that you, Fang Yun, are so important that the saint will personally help you!"

Unlike the sad Tong Li, Fang Yun and others were as happy as if it were a festival, and Qian Juren and others also congratulated him.

After accepting everyone's congratulations, Fang Yun was about to leave, but a familiar voice came to his ears.

"Fang Yun, come to the Wenyuan." This was the voice of Dong Zhifu.

Fang Yun first asked Yang Yuhuan and others to wait for him outside the Wenyuan Street. He entered the Wenyuan and came to a big locust tree with the three examiners.

Zhifu Dong said seriously: "You probably know what happened to your sutra now."

Fang Yun nodded and said: "It should be that the semi-saint protected me and was afraid that the sutras spread throughout the world would be leaked, so he concealed the secrets for me. But I misunderstood that there was a big problem with my sutras and it might violate the saintly way, so I was worried. However, since my sutras got the A, I slowly figured it out."

"It's good that you figured it out. But we..." Dong Zhifu pointed to the sky and put three fingers on his mouth.

Fang Yun nodded and said, "I see. But there are no outsiders at the moment, can you tell me?"

"It should be possible. After all, the power of the saints is to prevent leaks. If the people in the Punishment Hall ask, we can't just say nothing. But try not to say anything." Dong Zhifu said.

"Keep your mouth shut? I only know that this Wenxin can prevent the vitality of talents and monsters, but I didn't expect that it can seal the mouths of all of you."

Feng Yuanjun said, "The more Wenxin you have before canonization, the stronger you will be after canonization. Wenxin is not just a God-given ability, it will become stronger and stronger like Wendan. When you go up to Shushan, you must do your best to climb up and strive for Wenxin. Moreover, Shushan has many secrets, and we know very little. Except for those saints, no one knows what is inside. But we know one thing, the better you are, the more you will gain! Remember, use all your strength to climb Shushan!"

"I remember." Fang Yun answered seriously, and he felt unspeakable pressure from Feng Yuanjun's tone.

Zhou Zhubu sighed and said, "Although both of them are Jinshi, they are also like me, a Juren, without a literary heart. Therefore, we have high hopes for you, hoping that you can climb the third mountain when you are a scholar, and then climb the fourth mountain after passing the Juren exam, and gain a literary heart."

"I will definitely live up to your expectations." Fang Yun said.

Dong Zhifu said, "Did you know that the Holy Ruins appeared in advance?"

"I already know." Fang Yun said.

"That's good. If you want to go, we will prepare the Holy Ruins for you when you come back from the Book Mountain. By the way, you know a lot about the stars?"

Fang Yun looked up at the sky and thought that even if he didn't know much, he knew more than the people here.

"Why do you ask that, Mr. Futai?"

Governor Dong said, "I think your scriptures are like stars densely scattered on paper, close to the highest realm of writing, and the article is like a chess game, very magical, we are not as good as it."

Fang Yun thought for a while and said, "When I was a child, I often went to the river..."

"I know, it's the Wudao River?" Feng Zimo asked with a smile.

"Yes." Fang Yun had to say it.

So Feng Zimo told Governor Dong about Fang Yun's many enlightenments by the river, and Zhou Zhubu knew it a long time ago.

"When Fang Yun comes down from the Book Mountain, are you willing to go to the Wudao River together?"

"Of course!"

Fang Yun didn't know what to say to them, so he could only let it go.

The three of them gave him a few more instructions, and Fang Yun asked embarrassedly: "Three adults, can I have my sutra back?"

The three of them laughed, and Zhou Zhubu said: "Look? I said this Fang Shuangjia... no, Fang Wujia couldn't bear to part with his handwritten article. Fang Yun, don't you think about it, Shi Jun is such an important person, now he often has to go to the demon world... ahem, why does he come in person?"

"For my sutra?"

"Of course." Zhou Zhubu smiled.

Prefect Dong said: "That sutra will be placed in the Holy Academy for all the great scholars to understand."

"Ah?" Fang Yun looked unbelievable, he knew that his sutra was very special, it was nothing to let the great scholars pay attention to it, but to let the great scholars "understand" it, the meaning of this is different.

"Ah what? Go back and prepare, you will climb the mountain of books after worshiping the saint tomorrow, don't be careless today, don't think you can relax after passing the exam!" Prefect Dong said.

"Oh, the three of you are leaving." Fang Yun turned around and left, thinking as he walked, wondering why his sutras were worth learning by great scholars.

After thinking for a while, Fang Yun vaguely understood.

"It's not that my abilities are better than those of the great Confucians, but that the information I have received is too rich. I still have to explore the holy way, but when it comes to the avenue of the times and the direction of the world, I see it better than many people. Clearly. Perhaps, this is the holy path that suits me best.”

Fang Yun kept thinking about his own holy way, and at this time, his talents were constantly increasing.

After leaving the Wenyuan, Fang Yun and everyone went to a restaurant for a meal. Because they were going to Shushan tomorrow, no one drank.

When Fang Yun went home at night, he did not stay up late studying, but went to bed early to recharge his batteries.

The Academy of Literature was quiet in the morning. As a hundred scholars filed in, the silence of the Academy was broken.

One hundred scholars wearing dark blue scholar uniforms entered the holy temple in the liberal arts college and worshiped the saints together to receive the second gift of talent from heaven.

Fang Yun was a scholar before the saints, so this was the fourth time that his talent came from heaven.

Talent has increased from three inches to four inches, and every place such as Wen Gong and Wen Dan has been baptized by talent and has become stronger.

"Although I am a scholar, the literary palace is already far more powerful than ordinary candidates, and my literary courage exceeds that of new candidates. If I can be tempered by the book, I may be close to the Jinshi. But there is still a gap compared to the semi-sage disciple Yan Yukong. After all, the other party has been taught by a semi-sage himself, and he has already gone through Shushan twice. When I pass the exam, I will definitely be able to compete with him in literary prowess!"

Finally, Fang Yun looked at his own talent. Unlike other people's smoky talent, his talent was like water. After the talent fell from the sky, his talent became more solid.

"I don't know how powerful this talent can be."

After their talent fell from the sky, except for the top ten scholars, everyone else including the examiners left the temple.

"boom……"

The door of the holy temple was closed, but Fang Yun's ten people were still inside the holy temple.

Fang Yun quietly looked at the saints enshrined in the temple. Except for Confucius and the six minor saints, the others only enshrined the rankings. Some were dead and some were still alive.

Finally, Fang Yun's eyes fell on Chen Guanhai's ranking. That ranking was a bit old, as if it was foreshadowing something.

Fang Yun looked away, only to find that Tong Li was looking at him. At this moment, Tong Li did not hide the hatred in his eyes.

"I won't let you climb the mountain of books smoothly!"

"Oh." Fang Yun said casually, leaving Tong Li so angry that he had nowhere to vent his anger.

Suddenly, the entire holy temple went dark.

Fang Yun suddenly felt dizzy and physically uncomfortable, as if he had lost his balance and was floating alone in the void.

Before Fang Yun could think about it, the darkness dissipated and the light reappeared.

This is no longer inside the holy temple.

The red sun hangs in the sky, exuding a warm light, and the mountains in the distance are undulating and surrounded by rivers.

There are birds chirping and flowers fragrant nearby, full of vitality, and the green grass stretches as far as the eye can see.

This is an extremely beautiful place. Everywhere makes people feel extremely comfortable. It gives people a feeling that is comfortable to the bones and soul. You want to stay here for the rest of your life and never leave.

However, this world also has flaws.

There are ninety states of different sizes in the Ten Kingdoms. The largest state is as large as the entire Jing Kingdom, while the smallest state is only half the size of Jiangzhou.

There are more than 800 prefectures in Jiushi Prefecture, with ten people from each prefecture, plus disciples from the saints' families, and nearly 10,000 scholars appearing here, all over the place.

These people look like a blemish on the world.

Fang Yun woke up first and looked around for a while before others woke up one after another.

Fang Yun looked around. These people were all unfamiliar. Judging from their clothes and appearance, they seemed to be from all over the world. They were very alert and no one moved.

At this moment, the nearest mountain peak ahead changed.

It was originally an unremarkable mountain, but it was changing at a speed visible to the naked eye. Mountain roads, steps, pavilions, gardens, etc. slowly emerged, and finally a loft appeared at the foot of the mountain, on the mountainside, and on the top of the mountain.

There is a long river at the foot of the mountain, and ten single-plank bridges that can only be passed by one person emerge on the long river.

"Whoever crosses the bridge wins!" A voice suddenly sounded.

Along with this sound, a strange wind blew down from the mountain, to the river bank, and to everyone.

Fang Yun felt a cold wind blowing against his face, like the wind in early winter. It felt a little cold on his body, but it was also somewhat comfortable.

"Ah..." The fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy three feet away suddenly screamed.

Fang Yun looked at the child warily and saw him running hurriedly away from the mountain, hoping to keep Qifeng away from him.

Fang Yun looked around and found that a large number of people couldn't bear the strange wind and ran away. Let alone climbing Shushan, they couldn't even cross the river.

Many people cried out in pain, and some even fainted from the pain, while others seemed to be in great pain, gritting their teeth and persisting.

"Why don't I feel pain? Where is this place? Am I coming in with my mind or my body?"

Fang Yun slowly walked towards the mountain and single-plank bridge, but more than half of the people did not dare to move forward because the strange wind was too strong.

Soon, four to five thousand people gathered in front of ten single-plank bridges.

The strange wind here was even more violent. Many people kept shouting in pain, and some people kept retreating because they couldn't bear it. No matter how much these people screamed or were in pain, there was no injury or bleeding.

Fang Yun still didn't feel any pain.

Soon, Fang Yun saw a familiar figure appearing in front of him on the left with gritted teeth, Tong Li.