The Human Emperor Chapter 1305: Confucianism Holy Temple!

"Leave this matter to me!"

Li Junxian, dressed in white, dangled on the ground and suddenly said. Compared with a few days ago, his face was much paler, and his eyes were faint a little bit more frowning. Obviously, he didn't sleep well these days. Wang Chong's's "attack method" was something he had never encountered before, and no one would behave like him in Great Tang.

But this is exactly King of Foreign Territory of Great Tang.

"Might Is Truth" is spreading from day to day. Li Junxian understands what this trend will continue. But after a few days of thought, he could not find any good way. The Wang Chong's method is too clever, not only preaching their own ideas, but also blocking their mouths.

"Not only that, U-Tsang's Dalun Qinling, Western Turkic's Wu Nushibi, * Astanatu Zhen, Goguryeo Empire Emperor Yeon Gaesomun, and Caliphate all sent letters to urge us to stop this matter, from our spies in various countries In return, already has bounced within each country, calling for the cancellation of all agreements signed with us, and even some people discuss the recall of all the troops to be abolished! "

At this time, a voice sounded, and the bamboo mirror responsible for the spy took a step forward and also spoke.

"wēng!"

Hearing this sentence, Li Junxian, including all Confucianism Sect Expert in the room, all looked tight, and looked up.

"When is it happening? Has already received a message from Royal Court?"

Li Junxian looked up.

"This is a private message, that is, a few days ago, because I was worried that you were too stressed, so I didn't tell you."

Bamboo Mirror Road.

In the room, everyone heard a long sigh of relief when they heard this. Since it is a private letter, it means that there is still room for easing. Obviously, the countries do not want to fight Great Tang. But it is clear that all the countries around the borders have felt a huge threat from the Wang Chong's move and the storm in Beijing. They are pinning their hopes on Confucianism Sect to prevent this matter from deteriorating.

“Actually, it ’s not just the nations, Prime Minister, Old Grand Preceptor, King Qi have also written letters and asked many times, asking us what to do about this matter?”

Aside, Old Song sighed and said something.

The pressure on Confucianism Sect is not only on the border and surrounding countries, but also on Imperial Court. Whether it is King Qi, Old Grand Preceptor, Prime Minister, they are all important allies of Confucianism Sect.

The spread of Wang Chong's "Might Is Truth" in Jingshi and Nine Provinces is seen by everyone. Obviously, First Imperial Prince, King Qi and Prime Minister are also pinning their hopes on Confucianism Sect to change the current situation.

On the other hand, the white Young Lady lips moved, but after all, he didn't say anything. Young Master was exhausted, and the pressure already was big enough, so he didn't need to add any more trouble.

In the moment, the hall was quiet and silent. Everyone's gaze is looking in the same direction, and each gaze is an invisible pressure.

Li Junxian is the head of Confucianism Sect. If we can fight against Level characters like Wang Chong in this world, I am afraid that he is the only one left.

"I see!"

After a long time, Li Junxian finally spoke. At that moment, countless thoughts flew past his eyes, and finally, Li Junxian's eyes gradually became firm.

"In front of Great Harmony of All Under Heaven's presidency, anyone is insignificant. The millennium foundation of Confucianism Sect must not be destroyed in the hands of this unprecedented opportunity, let alone in the hands of King of Foreign Territory."

"Prepare me, bath and change clothes, I'm going to Holy Temple!"

wēng!

Hearing the word "Holy Temple", everyone in the hall was shocked. Everyone's face showed a respectful look, even more respectful than before Li Junxian.

"Young Master, you want to ..."

Aside, Old Song stepped forward, bowed, and walked carefully.

"Hmm!"

Li Junxian nodded heavily:

"This is a battle of ideas. already is not just about us Confucianism Sect. At this time, it's time to meet him."

Li Junxian sighed.

...

Just two hours after the meeting in the hall, a horse-drawn carriage was low-key and down-to-earth, mixed with turbulent crowds, passing through heavy streets and alleys, and finally entering the northwest corner of Jingshi, a Meilin village adjacent to Imperial Palace. in.

This plum forest is completely different from any other place in the past. At the entrance of Meilin, two golden dragon flags stand and the dragon flag is displayed. On both sides are Yulin Army and Jinwu Guard, which can only appear in Imperial Palace.

This place is obviously not accessible to ordinary people.

Li Junxian showed a waist card without any cross-examination, and soon entered the depths of Meilin.

Quiet! Quiet!

It's hard to imagine that there is such a quiet place among the Jingshi. Entering along a path, twisting, and finally, in front of a golden palace, the carriage of Li Junxian stopped.

"Young Master, here it is!"

A Confucianism Sect disciple quickly got out of the car, opened the door, and Li Junxian robe suddenly walked out of the carriage. When the feet fell to the ground, a unique fragrance of Merlin drifted into his nose.

"I haven't been here for a long time!"

Li Junxian took a deep breath, and looked at all this familiar, with deep emotion in his heart.

Turning his head, Li Junxian saw a huge palace at a glance. There is no plaque on the palace. Only a stone tablet stands more than ten steps away from the gate. The stone tablet is marked with a few characters in Chinese lacquer:

"Head of Wanru"!

Then below is a seal of Xixi, which says "Fengtian Carrier"!

Judging from the mottled imprints on the stele, it's clear that it's been a long time.

"Gaozhong Royal Seal!"

Li Junxian looking at this stone monument, a thought flashed through his mind.

In the past dynasties, apart from "Dacheng Most Holy" and "Asian Saint Mencius", the Emperor of the past dynasties rarely gave Zhu Yinyu Yin to the Confucianism Sect, and the words "head of Wanru" are not everyone Affordable. Jinwu Guard is stationed, Gaozhong Yuyin, just these two points, the people living in this golden hall are extraordinary status, not ordinary people can compare.

Li Junxian flutters the big sleeves, looks at the temple in front of her, and there are many thoughts in her eyes. Outside the imperial city, in the northwest corner, this Meilin and the hidden house in Meilin are not well known to the people, but in the vein of Confucian School, all Great Scholar, Great Confucian, Boru and Confucianists have the supreme status .

This is true Confucianism Holy Temple!

Because the people living here, or worshiping them, are the true "Confucian School spiritual leaders" in the whole world.

"Jun Ren, Mo Bu Ren; Jun Yi, Mo Bu Yi; Jun Zheng, Mo Bu Zheng!"

"Anyone who is happy with the people is happy with the people; a person who is worried about the people is also worried by the people."

"The people are the most valuable, the society is the second, and the king is the lightest. It is because of the Qiu people and the emperor, that the emperor is a prince, and that the prince is a doctor ..."

...

When Li Junxian appeared in front of Holy Temple, sounds of reading came out from Holy Temple. Unlike ordinary schools, it is not childish voices that are heard. Each of these recitation voices is extremely old. It looks like it is not old age, it is the famous Confucian, Great Confucian before 50 or 60 years old.

"Young Master, Zhu'zi already knows you are here, please come in."

It was just a moment, an old Confucian dwarf, wearing a gray-white robe, crossed the threshold and walked out of it. If anyone is here, he will be very surprised to see this old Confucianist, because this old Confucianist is very famous Great Scholar in the whole Huxiang area. Twenty years ago, a book "Common Confucianism" was spread all over the world, and was regarded as a guild by all Confucianists and Taoists.

In the rumors, he has long died of already, but who knows, he has entered this Holy Temple and has followed him for more than ten years.

"Thank you!"

Li Junxian respectfully returned a gift, and then robe snapped and strode into the palace.

In the palace, quietly, when you can't see an Jinwu Guard or Yu Linjun, there is only one incense burner on both sides, exuding a smell like fragrant musk. And in front of the dragon-shaped, tiger-shaped, and crane-shaped incense burners, a Great Scholar or Great Confucian who is over 50 years old sits on the ground, or writes, draws, borrows, or eyes closed meditates, as if he is studying Learning is the same.

These people focused on their own affairs. When Li Junxian came in, they didn't even look at it, and Li Junxian didn't care. They passed by these people and went inside.

Reading is getting closer and closer, across a gate, behind the palace, Li Junxian sees a square made of stone slabs, and a simple but clean thatched cottage. After this magnificent palace, such a humble hut still stands, if it is not for your own eyes, it would be hard to believe.

Although it is humble, this thatched cottage gives people the feeling that it is refined, fresh and elegant, and has a holy taste. Not only does it not lower the gorgeous palace next to it, but anyone who sees it will think that this The magnificent palace in front of this thatched cottage has become very small, incompatible with this thatched cottage and the surrounding Meilin and Bamboo Forest.

Although weird, Li Junxian is already indifferent.

A man named Great Scholar and Great Confucian fluttered in two sleeves, and constantly walked through the square, or the hut, or left straight away. Li Junxian moved in his heart and walked quickly. Right at the entrance of that cottage, I saw a man named Great Scholar, Great Confucian, and Lao Confucianism sitting on the ground kneeling in rows, obeying the disciples' gifts and concentrating on reading with one person.

They are respectful, like a youngster who doesn't understand anything, and learns with a deep-learned teacher.

These famous Confucianists, Great Scholar and Lao Confucianists, were placed in the Nine Provinces land, and each one is highly respected. Learning reaches this point, already does not need to learn from others, and no one can teach them anymore. But in this cottage, one by one, kneeling down like a boy, studying, these people not only did not have the slightest shame, but showed a great honor, as if staying here to study is a great honor.

Everyone's expression seems to cherish the opportunity to stay here to study.