Mysterious man: "You are thinking too complicated!"
"complex?"
Lin Yi was stunned. He was already trying to simplify it as much as possible and directly confront the person involved. How could this be called complicated?
At present, all that is needed is to produce evidence that leaves Zhu Si speechless.
The mysterious man sighed: "Can't you just ask the Holy Judge directly?"
"Fuck..."
Lin Yi was dumbfounded and couldn't help but exclaim in his heart. He really didn't expect this. Sure enough, he was specialized in treating all kinds of tough words, so he still had to use more plug-ins.
After finding the solution, Lin Yi's expression became relaxed. He looked at Zhu Si and said, "What you just said, do you dare to say it in front of the saint?"
"Why don't you dare?"
Zhu Si looked magnanimous and was not afraid of Lin Yi's suggestion at all. He even offered to take Lin Yi to see Wang Yangming, the Ming sage.
"..."
Lin also remained silent.
He had read information from Dayu. Wang Yangming was the sub-sage of the Ming Dynasty. It was unclear whether he was an enemy or a friend.
But Zhu Si dared to say such things, and it was probably a group of people.
'This Wang Yangming is not the other Wang Yangming...'
Lin also sighed.
If it were the Wang Yangming of the earth, Zhu Si would probably have no good end. He studied things with his heart to gain knowledge, practiced diligently to achieve far-reaching goals, and developed a conscience.
All knowledge and cultivation boil down to one point, which is to do good and avoid evil, that is, to use conscience as the standard and act according to conscience.
It's a pity that Zhu Si's sage Wang probably didn't have such a high realm, otherwise the grass on Zhu Si's grave would have been several feet high.
Lin Yi was not interested in going to see Wang Yangming with Zhu Si, and directly said, "The living Ya Sheng is somewhat selfish, so let's leave it to the First Sage to listen to your sophistry!"
Zhu Si raised his eyebrows, "What do you mean...please ask the Holy Judge?"
"That's right!"
"good!"
Zhu Si still nodded, very confident in this, and seemed not afraid to ask the Holy Judge at all.
Lin Yi was slightly shaken and unsure of where Zhu Si's confidence lay. Asking the Holy Judge was no joke, it would be fatal.
This made Lin Yi couldn't help but wonder if Zhu Gao was really hysterical.
"Grandpa, please explain."
Lin also put the question to the 'artificial intelligence' mysterious man.
The mysterious person said: "There is nothing to explain. This is the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Monsters, and it is not under the control of the First Sage of Dayan. The invited First Sage of Literature and Dao, Rule Cannian, has to give this kid a little bit of sympathy. After all, this Ming Dynasty is their territory... ...This kid has shown that he is confident."
"Then you want me to ask for the Holy Inquisitor?"
Lin also felt that the mysterious man was a bit of a scam.
The mysterious person said: "The reason why the Xian Sheng sold this boy Bomian is because he is the leader of the Ming Dynasty, but you are the Prince of Dayan. If I want to sell this face, I can only sell it to you!"
Lin was also stunned.
I didn't expect that the late sage was so clichéd, and all he cared about was a person's worldliness.
"understood!"
Lin Yi nodded, but there was new confusion. Did Zhu Si not know this?
The mysterious head didn't want to say anything more, but just told Lin Yi that a person who stayed in his hometown for a long time would not be able to keep up with the changes in the times.
As Zhu Si was the leader of the Ming Dynasty, the Holy Inquisitor must have also encountered it, but after tasting the sweetness here, he thought that the late Saint Can Nian wanted to betray his face.
If things go on like this, inherent thinking will be formed.
The mysterious man asked Lin Yi to go ahead and do it. If there was no other way, he would make sacrifices to help Lin Yi suppress Zhu Si and the Ming sage Wang Yangming, as well as the mysterious master, and lead them to Arai.
Let the world see the face of the leader of the Ming Dynasty, completely destroy the fate of the Ming Dynasty, and pass it on to Lin Yi.
"I think it works!"
Lin Yi felt itchy after being told this by the mysterious man.
Zhu Si was full of confidence at this time and looked at Lin Yidao: "Your Highness, should I invite this Holy Judge, or should you come?"
"You come!"
Lin Yi has always asked the Holy Judge, but this time Lin Yi planned to challenge the "human feelings and sophistication" of the late Holy Saint Can Nian.
Is it to sell Zhu Si’s face, or to sell his face?
"This is not good. I'm worried that His Highness the Crown Prince will say that the Holy Inquisition cannot be trusted." Zhu Si was not very willing. No matter who invited him, the result would be the same.
But he didn't want to continue to be entangled.
"Don't worry, if the late sage thinks that Nie Xiaoqing's death has nothing to do with you, then I will no longer pursue it and apologize to Ming Dynasty."
Lin Yi also made a big bet.
He decided to see with his own eyes the authority of Wen Dao's sages. If he still protected Zhu Si under such circumstances, he would remain suspicious of Wen Dao.
"good!"
Zhu Si was full of confidence, facing the east directly, communicating the rules of literature and art, clasping his fists and loudly saying: "Please ask the Holy Judge!"
'Dad, you must hold still! Zhu Gao's heart was hanging in his throat. Once his father was unstable, his life would be hard to save.
Ning Caichen and Nie Xiaolan also clenched their fists, feeling extremely nervous.
Woohoo!
There was a sign of wind and clouds in the sky, there was a faint sound of thunder resounding throughout the heaven and earth, there was a wind rising from the ground in Ning Mansion, and everyone's robes were rustling.
at this time.
In the bamboo forest, the old man in white, who closed his eyes to rest and meditate on the way of learning from the mind, suddenly opened his eyes, looked in the direction of Ning Mansion, and murmured: "Someone is calling for the Holy Judge, this aura... is Zhu Si!"
The old man in white was shocked. The leader of the Ming Dynasty personally invited the Holy Judge. This was an unprecedented thing. He felt a little uneasy in his heart.
For Yasheng, whenever something ominous happens, he will feel something in his heart, and he guesses that something may happen to Zhu Si.
Although he is not related by blood to Zhu Si, he watched Zhu Si grow up and was his literary master.
"This kid is very ambitious. I have been persuading him, hoping to influence him and make him understand one thing. The great destiny of the world lies in the Dayan, not the Ming. Any wrong thoughts will bring disaster. This time he asked The Holy Inquisitor may be in big trouble..."
call out!
The old man in white decided to find out. If Zhu Si was doing something terrible, he hoped to stop it in time.
…
now.
There was a holy light shining over the Ning Mansion, and auspicious clouds of talent bloomed like flowers, emitting a faint light. This vision attracted the attention of countless scholars in the city.
People watch on the streets.
at this time.
The holy light condensed into a point and finally exploded, forming a human-shaped shadow.
The human figure is wearing a holy crown and a Confucian robe, standing on the auspicious clouds. The facial features are not visible, giving people a sense of mystery and oppression.
"saint!"
"It's the phantom of the saint!"
"Someone asked for the Holy Judgment, and the Ming Dynasty reappeared the holy miracle..."
The scholars soon realized that someone was asking for a sage's judgment. People were excited and were about to witness a history of the sage's judgment.
No matter who the target is, it will be recorded in the history of the Ming Dynasty.
at this time.
In Ning's mansion, the anger was heavier than ever before, and the phantom of the saint had appeared. This was a decisive moment.
'This is not the old-timer I am familiar with...'
Lin Yi suddenly felt panicked, wondering if this strange sage would not betray his identity as the Prince of Dayan to protect Zhu Si.
"Word!"
The saint's voice resounded throughout the Ming Dynasty, with incomparable majesty and righteousness filling the world, making those with a guilty conscience break out in cold sweat and have the urge to plead guilty and obey the law.
"Your Highness, are you coming or am I coming?" Zhu Si looked at Lin Yi with a smile on his face.
"You come!"
Lin Yi continued to give up the initiative, just as the mysterious man said, once the saint protects Zhu Si, the worst he can do is to suppress Zhu Si by force.
"Okay, if the late sage decides that Zhu Si is guilty, Zhu Si will have no complaints!" Zhu Si was righteous.
"guilty!"
However, the saint spoke directly and judged Zhu Si guilty. His majestic voice resounded throughout the world and echoed endlessly. There was a deathly silence in Ning's mansion.
