At dusk, the lanterns in Shiyang County begin to light up.
This small town on the banks of the Gan River has already had a completely new look after decades of changes.
The city wall is high, the port is wide, and thousands of sailboats race across it. Although it is not a place where major rivers meet, the level of prosperity is jaw-dropping.
People who pass by here will be amazed by this, but while admiring it, they can't help but look towards the distant peaks.
On the distant peaks on the river bank, a little bit of golden light flashed, and everyone who passed by knew what was there.
Song Ci sect.
The world's best poet is a shining presence in today's literary world.
And this city that gave birth to a generation of Ci Sect leaders has naturally become more glorious because of it.
As the sun sets over the city wall, Shiyang County is very lively today. A large number of official sergeants appeared on the streets at some point, and there were even many literati wearing white robes and carrying long swords walking hurriedly.
The people in the city naturally recognize these people, including the officials of Shiyang County, the sergeants stationed in the county, and the disciples of the Song Ci Sect.
Not long after, another group of people hurriedly passed by on the street. The county magistrate in red robes and a group of officials were also walking in a hurry.
They all had serious faces, but there was a bit of excitement in their brows unconsciously.
The location they were heading to was an ancestral hall in the city.
Song Ancestral Hall.
Not long after, when soldiers suddenly started to maintain order on the streets, and the dignitaries in Shiyang County gathered outside the Song Ancestral Hall, everyone suddenly realized that something different was about to happen.
"Did something happen to the Song family again?"
"Who knows, with such a big battle, could it be that there is another big figure in the Song family?"
"That must be Yan Daru. He's here too. It's not easy to think about it."
Some people whispered, but most of them looked up.
In Shiyang County, the most eye-catching thing is always the Shiyang Song family.
This is a world-famous existence.
But just when many people were speculating, everyone suddenly felt the sound of chanting in their ears. At this moment, the officials standing solemnly outside the Song Ancestral Hall suddenly raised their heads.
"Look at that!"
Someone suddenly said, and everyone looked up and saw the northern sky. In the red sky reflected by the setting sun, there was suddenly a bright glow.
The rays of light were like a ribbon, moving lightly towards Shiyang County, and at the same time, the sound of reciting in the ears gradually became stronger.
The people were at a loss for a moment, but when they saw the standing Magistrate Shiyang and Yan Daru, they all took a step forward.
"Welcome to the sect master and return with enlightenment!"
"Welcome to the saint, the sage of Confucianism and Taoism!"
The two of them said in unison, with a bit of uncontrollable excitement in their voices. Behind them, the officials, sages and sect disciples also saluted and raised their voices.
The sound suddenly attracted the surrounding people again, and they also heard something incredible from these two short sentences.
"Sect Master? The Holy Spirit of Confucianism and Taoism?!"
"Who is this? Which sect's leader is here in person?"
Some people still didn't know why and asked the people around them. However, a scholar next to him suddenly paused. At this moment, his eyes widened and he said with disbelief.
"This... could it be that Song Mu... is the leader of Song Dynasty?"
"What?!"
"Impossible, Sect Leader Song wasn't..."
Before the doubts from others spread, the voices of the disciples of the Song Ci Sect respectfully greeting the sect leader were heard, and the whole place was in an uproar!
The rays of light had already arrived in the city at this moment. Two figures fell in the rays of light, and a group of officials knelt down one after another.
It was the custom of the Wen Dynasty that when a saint came, all the people would surrender.
The people around him knelt down immediately, but they still couldn't help but look up.
But it was still like the scene in Chang'an. Before everyone's knees touched the ground, an invisible force lifted everyone up, and then a voice suddenly came.
"Fathers, please don't be shy."
The sound sounded, and there were already two figures standing in front of the Song Ancestral Hall.
Everyone looked at him one after another. Song Mu, whose white hair had turned into blue hair, turned back and looked back with a faint smile on his face, and held his hands towards everyone.
"metropolitan!"
Yan Fu was the first to move forward. He was no longer beaming at this moment. When he felt Song Mu's majestic power, he was even more happy at this moment.
The county magistrate next to him also stepped forward at this moment, but he was a little trembling, and there was even sweat on his forehead.
Half excited, half in awe.
Such a small town like Shiyang County actually produced such a saint. From now on, Shiyang County will be remembered in history along with Song Mu.
Moreover, the pressure that made even his Jinshi cultivation level tremble, further demonstrated that Song Mu's performance was extraordinary.
"Sage, we have just received an urgent report from the imperial court, and we are disappointed."
Song Mu waved his hand, looked around, and said again with his hand raised.
"Everyone, please allow Song Mu to sacrifice his ancestors first."
While they were talking, there was the sound of drums beating in the ancestral hall, and then the roar of firecrackers. The city suddenly became very lively. Although there were soldiers protecting it, countless people were coming here.
The news that Song Mu was not dead but had returned as a saint spread to every corner of the county almost instantly.
Even on the busy pier, people dropped their work and headed towards the city.
Just to see the glory of Song Mu.
"After today! Our Shiyang County will be the leading place of saints in the Wen Dynasty!"
There was a lot of noise in the city, but Song Mu had already stepped into the ancestral hall. He felt as if he had been successful in the imperial examination. At this moment, he stretched out his hands to straighten his clothes and walked forward slowly.
The tribesmen had already handed over the red incense. Song Mu took it and looked up at the ancestral tablet in front of him.
Although Song Mu had a thousand words in his mouth, in the end he just kowtowed heavily.
The Song family's struggle for more than two hundred years finally bore fruit today in Song Mu.
This is a matter that is more glorious for the ancestors than founding a sect.
Because the world will always remember that there was a man named Song in the Wen Dynasty who was the founder of Ci and the most holy Confucianism and Taoism.
The ultimate way in the world can be obtained by both Song and Mu.
When Song Mu stood up, many tribesmen were already standing around him. Song Mu looked back, but suddenly thought of something and asked.
"Second uncle... Where is An now?"
The elder of the clan walked out, held his hands and said with great restraint.
"Sage, the second master is still alive and well, but now that he is old, it is difficult to stay here to welcome him."
Song Mu breathed a sigh of relief, nodded and said.
"Okay, I'll go see my second uncle."
After the words fell, everyone gathered around Song Mu and headed towards a quiet courtyard in the city. They seemed to know that Song Liangtong was old and didn't like to be noisy. Before everyone reached the alley, they all stopped talking and stopped moving forward. Just watch Song Mu and his wife go in.
An old man on the side saw this and murmured at this moment.
"The scene of the saint is exactly the same as that of the past. At that time, the saint won the exam as a young boy and returned home indifferently."
In the quiet courtyard, Song Mu stepped into the courtyard. There were several servants in the courtyard doing their own work. When they saw the unfamiliar Song Mu stepping in, they were about to stop him when they heard a muddy sound in the courtyard.
"Is it Jing Zhao who is here? But is my nephew here?"
As soon as those words came out, a woman's comforting voice sounded.
"Second Master, Sect Master Song is working hard to seek enlightenment right now. He will definitely come to see you in a while."
"When will that take place? I won't eat today until my nephew comes back."
When the voice came, Song Mu's face was filled with emotion. The servant next to him wanted to step forward to stop Song Mu, but he heard Song Mu speak loudly.
"Second uncle, Jing Zhao is back!"
"Whatever you eat today, share a bowl with me!"
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(End of chapter)
