The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Chapter 1976 The new master of the Yangtze River!

Magistrate Pan and his three officials quickly arrived at the Jiao Sheng Temple two streets away from the county office. Many people had already come spontaneously. However, these people did not pay homage. They all stood outside the door and talked about it.

Baixi County is close to the Yangtze River and far away from the East China Sea. Therefore, the local people did not build the Dragon King Temple. Instead, they spontaneously built a small temple dedicated to the Dragon Saint. They often offered incense and paid homage. Farmers prayed for good weather and fishermen prayed for the water monsters to stay away.

Magistrate Pan coughed slightly and said, "Fellow folks, why are you besieging this important place for praying for rain?"

Many people hurriedly made way.

"Lord County Magistrate, look at it, the statue of the dragon is cracked!"

"The dragon, shrimps, soldiers and crabs next to the sacred statue of the dragon made the statue even worse. It was shattered on the ground."

Magistrate Pan was shocked and angry. Although Jiao Sheng looked down on such a small temple, if he knew that the holy statue was broken, Jiao Sheng Palace would definitely let the water demon take revenge.

"Who harmed me in Baixi County? Where is the temple blessing!" Magistrate Pan shouted lightly.

"Sir, I saw with my own eyes that the statue cracked and shattered on its own. It just happened for no reason. It was definitely not a man-made disaster!" Miao Zhu defended loudly.

Magistrate Pan frowned, walked quickly to the door, and looked into the Jiao Sheng Temple.

Magistrate Pan was suddenly stunned, because the plaque on the main entrance should have written the words "Jiaosheng Temple", but now, the writing was erased by invisible force and turned into a flat wooden board.

"This..." Magistrate Pan looked at the statue of the dragon again.

Bang!

The statue of the dragon tilted, fell to the ground, and shattered into powder.

"It's over..." Magistrate Pan and all the officials looked pale, with despair in their hearts and weak knees.

Many people were so frightened that they knelt down.

Zhou County Cheng said in a trembling voice: "County... County Magistrate, I think it's better to report it to the cabinet. This matter... you and I can't handle it!"

Magistrate Pan looked sad, thinking that he would never be able to govern, especially now that the number of Jinshi in Jingguo had increased dramatically. Once this matter came out, Jiao Sheng Palace would hold him accountable, and he would have no choice but to become an idle official.

Magistrate Pan sighed softly, turned around and returned to the county government office. After taking two steps, many people suddenly shouted softly.

Magistrate Pan hurriedly turned around to look at Jiaosheng Temple, and saw that on the empty plaque, five more words appeared out of thin air.

Wenxing Longjue Temple.

Magistrate Pan was stunned for three breaths, then showed a look of ecstasy and laughed endlessly. The dignified scholar actually lost his composure.

The county magistrate and the chief registrar were equally overjoyed, but the ordinary people were the only ones who didn't know why.

Soon, some well-informed people suddenly realized.

"Isn't Wenxing Longjue Fang Xusheng? This Jiaosheng Temple will become Fang Yun Temple in the future!"

"Yes! Wenxing Longjue is Fang Xusheng!"

"What's going on? I heard some scholars say that Fang Yun was fighting with Jiao Sheng Palace at this time, and the winner was still undecided. Why did this strange phenomenon occur?"

"If you think about it with your heel, you can understand that the Jiao Sheng Temple has become the Wenxing Longjue Temple. The victory must have been decided! Otherwise, why would the county magistrate laugh like that!"

"The county magistrate is not only happy because of the rain, he is also happy because Fang Xusheng has become the master of the Yangtze River. From now on, the six countries on both sides of the Yangtze River will definitely look up to our Jingguo! From then on, the national fortune of Jingguo will be great!"

"Yes, yes..."

All the people looked at the magistrate who was laughing wildly with strange eyes.

At the same time, all the statues of Saint Jiao and other water monsters in the Yangtze River Basin were shattered, and the names of all the Saints were replaced by Wenxing Longjue.

Subsequently, the small temples dedicated to Li Daoyuan slowly collapsed and finally turned into ruins.

Qingjun Palace, the imperial garden is lush and green, and some rare spiritual plants absorb the vitality of heaven and earth, making the air in the palace fresh.

Qingjun was walking slowly with the support of two eunuchs.

"Your Majesty, you look good today. It will be sunny today." An old eunuch followed behind and smiled, and another eunuch held a wooden case. The wooden case was covered with bright yellow silk, and Qing Jun was placed on the silk. Jade seal.

On this old eunuch's waist, there was also a official seal hanging on his waist.

The palace people looked quietly and saw a sickly blush on Qing Jun's pale face, and his complexion was much better than the previous days. Qingjun's condition was originally under control, but he was very unhappy after learning that the Six Great Yasheng Family wanted to make Fang Yun the Lord of the Ten Colds. Later, he summoned Mr. Xun Da, the current head of the Xun family. As a result, Mr. Xun Da fell ill and could not come. He was so angry that Mr. Qing almost vomited blood.

Qing Jun was dressed in a bright yellow dragon robe and said with a smile: "This Fang Lun really overestimates his own capabilities. He thinks that he can do whatever he wants when the Jiao Saint is not around. He has already obtained the projection of the Sky Observing Mirror, but the projection of the Sky Observing Mirror cannot do anything to the Jiao Holy Palace. The treasure, if nothing else, Even if the power accumulated by the Jiao Saint in Wanjiao Tuli for many years is enough for him, let alone, if he really takes over the Jiao Saint Palace, what will he do to suppress the position of the Wenxing Dragon Lord? And his so-called divine treasures can’t be done.”

The old eunuch smiled and said: "Your Majesty is right. It is said that His Majesty the Dragon Saint was tortured by the Dragon Palace to the point of death. Finally, he borrowed the power of the Four Seas Dragon Palace to suppress it, and slowly integrated the power into it with the power of the holy throne. It took a lot of time. It will take five thousand years to control the dragon Dragon Palace. He is known as Wenxing Dragon Lord, but does he have the power of a saint? Will the other three sea dragon palaces borrow his power? Moreover, he cut off his retreat in order to obtain the sky mirror projection, saying that he was a member of the Shui Tribe. Dou, Dongsheng Pavilion can’t lend it to him.”

"That's right. There are a lot of treasures in the Holy Dragon Palace. Even if they have a Half-Saint Ancient Demon, it won't help. However, that Semi-Saint Ancient Demon is a problem!" Qing Jun looked sinister.

The old eunuch smiled and said, "The details of that ancient monster have been found out by the Zong family. It is Fu Yue who has been suppressed by the monster ancestor for many years. Even if he is canonized, he is a new saint, far inferior to the Zong Saint, not to mention that this is Shengyuan Continent. Once the Zong Saint offers the seal of the miscellaneous family, with the power of ten countries in hand, it will be easy to suppress Fu Yue. What's more, the ancient monster's cultivation method is different from that of humans. It can't be in Shengyuan Continent and can only travel in the starry sky. Don't worry about it."

Qing Jun nodded and smiled, "Then let's see how he spits out what he has eaten! You go and arrange it immediately, and send a letter to Jingguo, saying that this dispute has harmed the people of my Qingguo, and ask Fang Yun to give me an explanation for my Qingguo! I..."

A loud voice suddenly sounded in the sky, and Qing Jun's smile froze on his face.

All the people near the river saw that conchs made of water appeared one after another on the riverside, forming two rows on both sides.

Jiang Jun Conch.

"From today on, there will be no more Jiaosheng Palace in Shengyuan Continent, only Wenxing Longjue Palace."

A powerful voice flew out from all the conch shells and spread in all directions.

Above Wenxing Longjue Palace, thousands of auspicious auras and auspicious clouds filled the sky, and the reflection of the Yangtze River hung in the sky.

In the waters of the Yangtze River, all the monsters knelt down.

The top of Yuhai City turned into a sea of ​​joy.

On the discussion list, countless articles congratulating Fang Yun appeared crazily, exceeding 100,000 in a few breaths. Soon, the discussion list prohibited the publication of such articles individually, and could only be concentrated in one article.

All over Xiangzhou, cheers rose and firecrackers burst out.

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