Xu Mochen didn't know that there were enemies lurking among the students behind him.
But he still remained vigilant. After all, there were all immortal cultivators around him. Who knew what they might do.
According to the procedure, he would put incense on the statue of the saint to show the emperor's emphasis on literature and ethics.
This is also Xu Mochen's idea. As for saints and others, to him, it is just a formality.
What he wants is to open up the common people's wisdom.
Of course, the opening of people's wisdom also means possible changes in the social and political structure in the future.
But this step must be taken.
Xu Mochen held the incense, lit it and inserted it in the incense burner. When the ceremony was over, he stepped aside under the guidance of the master of ceremonies.
The Confucian Temple here in Qiqu Treasure Land is very large, occupying half of the hilltop, and can accommodate thousands of people without any problem.
The statue of the saint is also more than ten meters high.
The face was lifelike. Xu Mochen took a few glances and suddenly felt that it looked familiar. He didn't know if it was an illusion.
As for the saint, it is said that he has not been concerned with worldly affairs for a long time and has been a figure for nearly a thousand years.
He calmly stepped away, and then the representative of the students - Ouyang Yongren, the current number one scholar, came up to offer incense and read the oath.
In addition to the newly selected students, there are also many graduates of the Imperial College. It can be said that most of the talented elites in the country are here.
Ouyang Yongren's face remained as usual. He took steady steps, lit the incense, came to the statue of the saint, and inserted it steadily.
Immediately, he saluted Xu Mochen, stood up after finishing, took out a scroll and unfolded it.
In this scroll, there are articles written by him and carefully crafted after discussions among many students.
It represents the future direction of literature.
Ouyang Yongren glanced at everyone, his eyes fell on the scroll, and he began to read.
Every time he read a sentence, thousands of students also recited a sentence.
The entire Seven Songs Treasure Land echoed with the voices of the students.
Gradually, this group of thousands of students felt the saint's words and became filled with a trace of literary spirit.
These literary spirits are intertwined with each other, forming a whirlpool in the sky above the Confucian Temple.
Even a layman like Xu Mochen, who was not a Wenfa Sect member, couldn't help but feel a sense of awe in his heart.
This is the power of literature, which can dominate people's hearts and influence the entire country.
The recitation for less than half an hour gradually came to an end.
Ouyang Yongren also slowly smiled. He slowly closed the scroll and said the last words.
"This is... the literary way of a saint!"
As soon as the words came out, it was like a boulder falling into a calm pool, causing ripples to spread out.
All the students were stunned by this wave of ripples.
The time has come!
Xu Mochen immediately waved his sleeves, and a yellow light flashed in front of him, which was the "rebellion" power of the ten sins that he had just comprehended.
This ray of light shrouded him, Tang Derun, and the three dragon brothers and sisters beside him, resisting Ouyang Yongren's words and spells.
There was a sudden change, and no student could react. As the number one scholar in the dynasty, he actually dared to take action during the ceremony.
These five characters "The Literary Way of the Saint" are like huge chains, locking all the students.
Even the Ministry of Rites and the accompanying officials all lost their ability to control themselves.
Literary education locks the heart, soul, and spirit. Ouyang Yongren's last words come from here.
Mi Xuan saw through it at a glance: "With your power..."
There is only one possibility that can control all the students in the world today or the cultivators who have come into contact with the sage's liberal arts with one sentence.
"You are a saint!" Mi Luo also shouted out.
Several of them are also from the Wenfa Sect. If Xu Mochen hadn't taken action in time, they would have been controlled by Ouyang Yongren now.
Xu Mochen's face was solemn, and he stared at his opponent: "No. 1 Scholar, what do you want to do?"
"Number One Scholar," Ouyang Yongren smiled, "Your Majesty, a mere Number One Scholar, do you think you can satisfy me?"
Indeed, if you are facing a saint, the top pick is nothing.
"It seems that you have been waiting for this day for a long time," Xu Mochen secretly warned, "You were aiming for this moment from the beginning."
"That's right," Ouyang Yongren smiled, "This matter is our literary matter and has little to do with His Majesty, so please don't interfere.
Besides, the students here are all immortal cultivators. In fact, if they have problems, I think it will be a good thing for His Majesty. "
Xu Mochen also smiled: "That makes sense."
"Your Majesty," Mi Xuan said anxiously, "Your Majesty, think twice!
If any of the elite students in the Shifang world make mistakes here, Your Majesty will be held responsible. "
Xu Mochen nodded after hearing this: "Sage Ouyang, you see what he said makes sense."
Ouyang Yongren was not angry: "Dragon clan, your sea is already big enough, why do you have to take care of land affairs too?
I also told the truth, what happened today is imperative, and anyone who stands in my way will die. "
As he spoke, he waved his hand, and among the students, a figure soared into the sky.
Xu Mochen could see clearly that it was Zhou Sheng, the third most beautiful girl.
Zhou Sheng turned around in the air and transformed into a red robe. He was floating in the air with Wen Qi under his feet: "Your Majesty, it's been a long time since we last fought."
"It's you!" Xu Mochen took a step forward, "Did you steal literary energy for the saint?"
"That's right," Zhou Sheng, the man in red robe, spread his hands, "Your Majesty can't give me what I want, but the saint can. What do you think I should do?"
Xu Mochen clenched his fists.
Ouyang Yongren faced the emperor without any panic. He just said calmly: "I will block it here, and you can start over there."
Zhou Sheng smiled "haha", waved his hands, and dozens of small jade bottles appeared around him.
The lid of the small jade bottle flew open, and wisps of literary energy emerged from inside.
This is the literary spirit that he originally extracted from noble students and immortal cultivators.
Wen Qi came out of the small bottle and mixed with the Wen Qi that was already in the sky above the Confucian Temple, forming a huge whirlpool.
Ouyang Yongren looked at Xu Mochen without turning around. He turned his left hand and a book appeared in his palm: "Wen Qi gathers and the fish leaps over the dragon's gate!"
The book glowed with light, and countless ink words flew out, falling on the immobilized student officials one after another.
After these words disappeared, the group of students seemed to have a sense, their bodies glowed with light, and then lines of various words appeared.
These words are all condensed from the literary spirit of the students.
The literary energy of thousands of people surged into the sky above the Confucian Temple. Zhou Sheng, who was in mid-air, quickly formed seals with his hands and shouted: "The literary energy soared into the sky and opened the Cloud Gate!"
The giant Wen Qi was stimulated and rushed upward in a spurt. A long "buzz" sound was heard, and a door appeared vaguely in the sky.
And here, in Ouyang Yongren's book, a koi flew out, getting bigger and bigger, like a small boat, swimming hard towards the sky along the river of literary energy.
Ouyang Yongren laughed loudly and stood firmly on the back of the fish: "Thank you, Your Majesty. I take my leave!"
(End of chapter)
