Chapter 114 Who stole the saint’s ruler?

Style: Fantasy Author: Pretend to be a fish and play in the waterWords: 2399Update Time: 24/01/12 19:47:54
"Get up quickly!"

Lin Yi spoke quickly, feeling greatly shocked.

now.

He felt that Wen Xin was trembling, as if there was an electric current flowing directly from Wen Xin to the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness.

It seems like something is gestating.

He Weijun and He Wancheng looked at this scene blankly, feeling a little sad in their hearts.

As the dean of the academy, they have never received such a great gift.

I feel like this dean is in vain.

Zhong Zizheng's eyes were also a little dull. He turned back to look at the citizens of the city who were kneeling and thanking him.

That sentence from Mr. Lin greatly touched him.

student!

That's how it should be.

But why have scholars and common people drifted further and further apart over thousands of years...

"Everyone get up!"

Lin also saw that the people in the city showed no sign of getting up, and said seriously: "How can Lin be so virtuous as to accept such a great gift from you?"

"Lin just did something trivial!"

"Compared to you, Lin is even just a junior. Some of you have traveled more roads than Lin has eaten."

"Folks, get up!"

Lin Yi looked at the people in the city and said, "If you don't get up, then Lin will have no choice but to return the favor!"

Said.

Lin Yi had already lifted up the hem of his Confucian shirt.

"grown ups!"

"No sir!"

"grown ups!"

The people in the city turned pale with fear and stood up quickly.

They were really afraid that Lin Yi would give them such a big gift.

This is going to kill them!

"Isn't this right?"

Only then did Lin Yi put down the hem of his Confucian shirt, and a smile appeared on his face.

Zhong Zizheng nodded secretly.

I was originally a little annoyed that Lin Yi left without saying goodbye, but now I appreciate Lin Yi's character even more.

He is a creative talent.

The key point...the poetry is still very good!

'By the way, I still don't know who wrote the poem with talent Guanfu. The aura must be in this city...'

Zhong Zizheng then thought of business.

Suddenly I regretted why I interfered with Lin Yi and the scholar?

How to get away now?

Park Guochang looked at Lin Yi's back and sneered in his heart: "How stupid. What benefits can a group of common people bring you?"

"Only a fool would do this to stand up for them and offend us scholars!"

"You still think you are a saint? That's ridiculous! I'm afraid even a saint can't tolerate a deviant like you."

Pu Guochang gathered his thoughts, climbed to Zhong Zizheng's feet, and said: "Holy Master, the student is wronged!"

"Lin Yita avenged his personal vendetta and beheaded the famous scholars. The students were eager to save people, so they went to the execution ground. His original intention was for the Holy Academy and the scholars!"

"Holy Master, please ask the Holy Judge to let the saints and sages convict Lin Yi. He will definitely not be tolerated by the saints and sages!"

Pu Guochang cried and knelt down, his head banging on the floor tiles. He was so pitiful.

Lin Yi heard that Pu Guochang had come to act as a demon again, and his heart suddenly became murderous.

He glared at Pu Guochang angrily and scolded: "Pu Guochang, are you still justified in allowing scholars to commit crimes, rob law courts, and attack and kill court officials?"

"Who was kneeling down and begging for mercy just now? And who was admitting their mistake and copying a letter of repentance?"

"A person like you is not worthy of being a teacher at all. You are simply a scum among teachers and a cancer among scholars!"

Lin Yi was indeed furious.

Park Guochang is an old man. Whenever he feels there is some hope, he will behave in various ways.

Do you really think that a saint and sage would stand up for a scum like him?

ridiculous!

Lin Yi wished he could kill this man on the spot. He turned to look at Zhong Zizheng, cupped his fists and said, "Master Zhong, please call the Holy Inquisitor!"

Buzz!

After Zhang Dong heard Lin Yi's words, he was stunned and said quickly: "Lin Yi, no!"

Please ask the Holy Judge?

Confused!

How could the sage Cannian stand up for the court?

He is a scholar, so how could he not know that the sages are crippled? Between the scholars and the court, they will definitely protect the scholars.

That's why the imperial court had the appearance of calligraphy and upright plaques, which had the ability to directly destroy scholars.

I just want to bypass the Holy Court and ask for a Holy Judgment from a fourth-grade gentleman.

If it is a scholar's matter, the scholar should take care of it himself.

So where is the majesty of the Dayan court?

But the imperial court had to admit that the Holy Academy was so powerful that even the establishment of the Hanlin Academy could not reverse the situation.

Scholars still regard the Holy Court as the holy place in their hearts.

Pu Guochang straightened his chest and said sternly: "Please ask the Holy Judge to let the sage master take a good look at it. I, Pu Guochang, worked hard for scholars, but in the end I almost ended up destroying Wenxin!"

Park Guochang is very sure.

He Wancheng on the side looked at He Weijun and said worriedly: "Dean He, Lin Yi's decision is not wise. I know that Park Guochang has indeed violated the laws of Dayan, but asking the Holy Judgment... may not necessarily convict him."

"hehe!"

He Weijun gently stroked his beard and said with a smile: "Don't worry, everything is under Lin Yi's control!"

"What?"

He Wancheng was really shocked.

What is Lin Yi's background?

Even the Holy Inquisition is under control?

"good!"

Zhong Zizheng nodded slightly and did not refuse. He was worried that he would have no excuse to leave.

With the help of the Holy Judgment, he can quickly resolve this matter so that he can go find the poem about Guanfu.

"Please ask the Holy Son, Master Zhong, to ask the Holy Judge for us scholars!"

The scholars who were kneeling on the ground also shouted in unison.

Everyone was overjoyed.

Lin also wants to change the status of scholars among the people. Dream on!

A swarm of ants.

Zhong Zizheng glanced at Lin Yi, raised his hands in the direction of Dongfang Holy Court, and said loudly: "Please ask the Holy Judge!"

Woohoo~

After the words fell, talent surged into the sky above Lindong County, forming auspicious clouds of talent.

Then the purple energy came from the east.

Golden light shines down from the auspicious clouds, and a huge golden shadow stands above the auspicious clouds.

He wore a holy crown on his head, held a book in his left hand, and in his right hand... did not hold a ruler, exuding brilliant holy power. Then he lowered his head slightly, looked down at the world, and spoke the saint's heavenly voice: "Words!"

Wow!

In Lindong County, a large number of people immediately knelt down when the saint showed up.

He Weijun and He Wancheng hold the disciple ceremony.

Zhong Zizheng looked solemn, looked at the shadow of the saint on the auspicious cloud of talent, bowed his hands and said: "Now there is Lin Yi, a scholar from Dayan, who has an official spirit and wants to judge the scholar. He begs the saint to rule and informs that the matter can be handed over to the government for judgment. ?”

He showed no favoritism.

It's a normal statement of fact.

But then he raised his head slightly and was suddenly stunned because the saint's ruler in the right hand of the saint's shadow was missing...

What's going on?

Who stole the saint's ruler?

The words fell.

Pu Guochang also seized the opportunity and kowtowed quickly: "Holy Master, the students are wronged!"

"Lin Yi inherited his official arrogance and killed scholars indiscriminately. People and gods were outraged. He asked the Holy Master to convict Lin Yi and destroy his literary spirit..."

The other scholars who were kneeling on the ground also kowtowed and said, "Please ask the Holy Master to convict Lin Yi of guilt and destroy his literary heart..."

"Please ask the Holy Master to convict Lin Yi and destroy his literary heart!"

The voices of dozens of scholars drowned out the voices of tens of thousands of people just now.

However.

Lin Yi was particularly calm because he discovered that... the ruler in the saint's hand was missing!

And the ruler seemed to be on him.

This is really Qiaoer's mother opening the door for Qiaoer, Qiaoer is home!