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In the early morning of the next day, Lin Dong came to the end of the village alone. When he had a thought, a large number of objects suddenly appeared on the ground.

These are all redemption from his third-level work Yimeng Thousand Year, and they are all top-level building materials and Life supplies.

Although nearly 100,000 faith points were consumed, it was still easily affordable for the income of millions a day.

Not long after, Ning Caichen, his students and some enthusiastic villagers arrived here.

Seeing so many objects that appeared suddenly, everyone was amazed and felt the magic of Lin Dong.

Ning Caichen didn't ask too much about the sources of these items. If his teacher wanted him to know, he would take the initiative to answer even if he didn't ask.

If you don't want him to know, it's no use even asking.

However, he also saw the role of these items, and took the initiative to go forward and flatter him: "Teacher, you are really powerful, with these things, we can build a college here

Lin Dong's proposal yesterday, he was still worried that he was weak and had no money, but he didn't expect it to be resolved in a short time.

"Just look at it!"

Lin Dong chuckled, and then he opened his mouth and read: "There are tens of thousands of mansions in An De, which shelters the poor and happy people in the world, and is as safe as a mountain without wind and rain!"

His voice was as calm as water, but it was deafening-deaf.

It seems that many poor scholars suddenly appeared in the world, following his voice and reading aloud, forming echoes one after another.

At the same time, the selected places have also changed.

First, a huge foundation suddenly appeared, and then the building materials on the ground seemed to be controlled by someone, and the ground beams, walls, assembly, tamping, and roofing began to be poured automatically.

In just a quarter of an hour, a huge academy suddenly appeared in front of him.

On the gate of the academy, there are four big characters of Wuxing Academy written, shining brightly under the sunshine.

There are 81 classrooms and 810 dormitories, and a three-story library stands in the middle, surrounded by many buildings.

Four playgrounds were set up around the four corners of the college, each with about ten acres of land, paved with green stones.

In the center of each playground stands a straight monument.

At the top of the monument, there is a portrait of Dong.

Although somewhat illusory, it looks almost alive and vivid.

Originally, Lin Dong had always kept a low profile, and he didn't want to let many students watch his own portrait.

But spreading the seeds of Confucianism and Taoism is too troublesome, and it is impossible for him to stay in this academy all the time, so he can only use the method of Chumaxian instead.

In this way, as long as the students of the college pay homage to this monument, they can automatically obtain the seeds of Confucianism and Taoism, without the need to personally give orders.

In addition, Lin Dong also took advantage of the situation and built modern facilities such as sewer pipes, running water channels, toilets, etc. in the college.

After the construction of the academy was completed, the audience was silent, and everyone was stunned by this miraculous scene.

After a while, Ning Caichen came back to his senses and exclaimed: "The teacher is really supernatural. I don't know when the students will reach the teacher's Realm?"

"There will be such a day!"

Lin Dong patted him on the shoulder and drew a big pie.

In fact, with his Cultivation Base Realm, there is no need to use poetry and calligraphy as the carrier to display wealth.

However, in order to become a blockbuster, let these younger generations feel the magic of Confucianism and Law, and make them more determined, they still recited a poem step by step.

"It's amazing!"

Mountain people are nothing more than that!"

"Amazing!"

"Is this the power of New Confucianism and Taoism?"

After a while, the crowd came to their senses, and they all opened their eyes wide, lamenting this miracle like a fairy.

In the shock of everyone, Lin Dong was already standing at the gate of the academy.

Above the head stands a plaque with the four characters of Wuliang Academy, behind it are many clean and white buildings, and under its feet is a straight avenue leading directly to the most central Library.

There are also a large number of trails connecting the various buildings in the academy.

And he himself was facing the crowd, and a sonorous and powerful voice came out of his mouth.

Although it was not big, it was clearly transmitted to everyone's ears.

"This is not the law of immortality, nor the law of Taoism, nor any other magic law or Dharma, but the law of Confucianism!

This is the real power that belongs to us scholars!

He doesn't need a root, he doesn't need a predestined relationship, he just needs to see if he works hard and forges ahead!

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Everyone has the opportunity to learn the new Confucianism.

New Confucianism does not exclude other orthodoxy, whether it is miscellaneous studies, Taoism, or Buddhism, as long as it is knowledge, it can be integrated into it to create your own Confucianism and Taoism!

Confucianism is knowledge and inheritance!"

There is no demagogic language, only simple and plain truth.

Although there were not many people in front of Lin Dong, including some illiterate villagers, it can be said that this opening ceremony was extremely simple, but it was very meaningful.

Accompanied by the sound of Sacred's reading in the sky, his Confucianism and Taoism officially gained a foothold in this world.

Then his hand changed, and there was an emerald green writing brush in his palm.

There is no ink, but it is freely swaying on the stone pillars on both sides of the gate.

After a while, two lines of writing appeared on the stone pillar.

The sound of the wind, the sound of the rain, the sound of reading, the sound of the ear.

Family affairs, state affairs, world affairs, everything is concerned.

Every word is three-pointed, as if it is a magical work, with a mysterious Artistic Conception.

Next, Lin Dong appointed Ning Caichen as the principal, Lu Ziyou and Zhou Bing as teachers, and the eight children became students, all of whom settled in the newly built academy.

Villagers in this village can also send their own children to the academy for free.

Even if I am interested, I can go to attend or study by myself.

"Master, what about these things on the ground?"

Ning Caichen looked at a pile of life supplies next to the gate of the college and asked.

Lin Dong was about to move his big hands on the back of his hands, but thinking that this kid has been appointed as the principal, he still saved some face in the public.

He stopped knocking on his forehead, and said majesticly: "My master has done so much, even the academy has been built for you, you won't move these things by yourself!"

"What the teacher taught is that you should really practice yourself in order to cherish this hard-won Life!"

Ning Caichen nodded heavily, and immediately organized his students to start carrying.

Seeing this, some kind-hearted villagers also joined in.

It took a whole day to process and dry the Life supplies that Lin Dong had exchanged. .