The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Chapter 2668 The four treasures gather together

Zhao Qianzhang looked surprised and looked up at the sky, but saw nothing.

Seeing that Fang Yun was silent, Zhao Qianzhang didn't hesitate to ask more questions, and said: "This is an unprecedented victory in the industry. After the remnants of the demon barbarians are cleared away, we will also ask Fang Xusheng to lead us to the Temple of the Divine Craftsman to hold a sacred ceremony and spend hundreds of millions." After the death of Yaoman, come and pay homage to the sage Zhuge.”

"certainly."

After Fang Yun finished speaking, he suddenly remembered something and said, "How are the great scholars from Haiya doing now?"

Zhao Qianzhang's eyes flashed with coldness and he said: "All the Haiya scholars in Sichuan City died in the battle. As for the Haiya scholars in other places, they are all preparing for the Divine Craftsmen Association next month. Now that the demon barbarians have been eliminated, I My lifelong wish has been fulfilled and I am willing to solve all hidden dangers for you.”

Fang Yun did not ask Zhao Qianzhang what method he used to make those people in Sichuan City die, but said: "No need. Just prevent them from participating in the holy ceremony. After the holy ceremony, there is no need to impose any restrictions on them. After all, they I am also a member of the industry and will always contribute to the industry.”

Zhao Qianzhang didn't quite understand what Fang Yun meant, but he firmly agreed: "It will be as you wish."

Fang Yun reached out and put the upright bones of the Wolf God Emperor into the shell of heaven and earth.

Zhao Qianzhang whispered: "Fang Xusheng, there is something I don't know whether to talk about or not."

"But it doesn't matter."

"The other great scholars in Haiya are mediocre and not worth mentioning. The master of Jinglan is so advanced that he is not inferior to Lao Chen. I observed him carefully that day and found that he was even better in some aspects. His master skills "It doesn't seem to be born out of the holy way taught by Zhuge Xiansheng," Zhao Qianzhang said.

Fang Yun nodded and said: "Shengyuan Continent and Haiya Ancient Land have exchanges every few years. Jing Lan has also been to Shengyuan Continent many times. He studied under many famous Gongjia masters and even studied in a semi-sage family of Gongjia. , it’s not surprising that he surpasses you in some aspects.”

"He used technology to win over some craftsmen a few days ago. If he is allowed to continue, he may gather a lot of power." Zhao Qianzhang's tone was slightly worried.

"I have my own sense of caution on this point. As long as he abides by the rules of the industry, it doesn't matter if he gets a big job?" Fang Yun said with a smile.

"It seems that you have other means, and you are worrying too much." Zhao Qianzhang was relieved.

Three days later.

Before dawn, the city of Shu was like an empty city, because most of the city residents had already arrived under the Shu Mountain in the north of the city.

At the foot of Shu Mountain, there are not only residents of Shu City, but also humans from the other nine cities.

Since the past few days, the people in the other nine cities have been using various agencies or carriages to travel day and night just for today.

At this moment, the number of people at the foot of Shu Mountain has reached tens of millions.

On the hillside of Shushan Mountain, there is a palace that is not particularly grand. However, this palace is far more exquisite than any other building. It even has the feeling of being completely integrated into the mountains, rivers, heaven and earth, and is extremely harmonious.

The Hall of Divine Craftsmen is the technical crystallization of great scholars from past generations in the industry.

The large square in front of the God's Craftsman's Hall was filled with scholars and craftsmen from all over the world, quietly waiting for the holy ceremony.

When the hour comes, the agitation shakes the sky, the bells chime, and the sound of music curls up.

After that, great scholars from various places began to offer sacrifices according to the improved Zhou rites.

The calf was burned on the altar as a sacrifice to heaven.

A pit was dug in Taizhe to bury the calf as a sacrifice to the ground.

Afterwards, worship the four seasons, the sun, moon, stars, water, four directions and all mountains and rivers respectively.

After offering sacrifices to everything in heaven and earth, Fang Yun put on his ceremonial robes and offered sacrifices to Confucius first, and then to the six lesser saints.

Finally, Fang Yun led all the great scholars and scholars to the Zhuge Holy Temple, burned incense and worshiped, read out the sacrificial text, and performed sacrifices based on his great contribution in slaying the demons and barbarians.

After the reading of the sacrificial text was completed, Fang Yun held the sacrificial text in both hands and lit it on the incense candle. Then he let go of his hands and saw that the sacrificial text was completely burned and finally turned into a little light and flew into the Zhuge Holy Temple.

Everyone thought that everything was over, but the main bell of the Divine Craftsman Hall suddenly made a deafening sound.

This sound reaches the sky and the earth, spreads all over the world, and spreads throughout the entire industry.

This voice far exceeded the previous voice of the Divine Craftsman Association.

Many scholars and craftsmen were stunned, surprised and happy, because it was rumored that the main bell of the Divine Craftsman Hall had emitted such a grand bell after the death of the true Saint Zhuge.

After the sound of the bell dissipated, a worn-out writing brush about a foot long was seen flying out of the hall and landing in front of Fang Yun, wrapped in a faint white light.

Everyone just curiously observed this brush that they had never seen before, but Fang Yun was stunned.

Fang Yun has seen this brush.

When he was at the Holy Ruins, it was this brush that Lao Bi was stepping on.

However, Bi Lao's aura was completely gone at this moment.

Fang Yun originally thought that Bi Lao would appear in front of him instead of a separate brush.

When the Confucian scholars at Haiya were besieging Fang Yun outside Bansheng's former residence, Fang Yun rushed into Bansheng's former residence because he heard Bi Lao's voice saying that Bansheng's former residence was about to open.

Fang Yun recalled that Bi Lao's voice was extremely old and even a little intermittent. It was obvious that he had reached the end of his life.

Now, this broken writing brush flies in front of Fang Yun, and it is the home Bi Lao has found for himself.

However, the pen body was broken and there was no way to save it.

Fang Yun was mourning for Mr. Bi when the inkstone suddenly flew out of the shell of heaven and earth and floated in mid-air, staring at Mr. Bi with a greedy look.

The ink girl was the same as before, most of her body was soaked in ink, and only the area above her upper lip was exposed to the water.

Gululu...

Mo Nu was spitting bubbles in the ink, and Fang Yun looked at Mo Nu doubtfully.

Mo Nu continued to spit bubbles, but Fang Yun could hear the sound of the bubbles, which was similar to the telepathic transmission of Mo Nu's words.

"Four treasures...gathered together...to entertain him with writings...Bi Lao...reborn...Four treasures...gathered together...to entertain him with writings...Bi Lao...reborn..."

Mo Nu was afraid that Fang Yun could not hear clearly, so she kept repeating the same sentence.

Fang Yun suddenly realized, smiled at Mo Nu, and nodded in thanks.

The inkstone turtle suddenly had a gleam in its eyes, rushed forward and bit the brush, and was about to run away.

But how could it escape from Fang Yun's palm? Fang Yun stretched out his hand like lightning, grabbed its neck, and took the brush back from its mouth.

The inkstone turtle kicked its four legs wildly, but it could not do anything to Fang Yun. It could only tilt its neck and glare at Fang Yun, and continued to kick its four legs wildly, like an old turtle splashing water.

Fang Yun's mind moved, and a pale golden holy page flew out of the heaven and earth shell and floated in front of him.

Fang Yun held the brush in his right hand and dipped it in ink. The ink girl followed the trend and the ink from her waist was like a water snake, wrapping around Fang Yun's right hand and finally stopping at Fang Yun's wrist. She was quite shy and didn't dare to look at Fang Yun.

The inkstone turtle also stretched his neck to see what Fang Yun wrote, but Fang Yun dropped his left hand and held the inkstone turtle's neck and placed it beside him, just like holding a bag casually.

The inkstone turtle was extremely angry and kicked and fluttered wildly.

The scholars and craftsmen nearby were stunned and didn't know what happened, but they all looked at the inkstone turtle like a little turtle with pity.

Fang Yun ignored the inkstone turtle and concentrated on holding the brush. After a few breaths, he said loudly: "Junior Fang Yun, fortunately came here, and was happy to get the pen master. I have no way to repay you, so I should write a poem to give to the sage Zhuge, spread his great name, and show his virtue."