The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

One after another, strange divine lights flew from afar, with different colors, at least a hundred miles long, and landed in the Holy Halls one after another.

Afterwards, six shorter divine lights flew into the Holy Halls.

The heads of the sub-saint families have the right to listen to the Holy Council.

When the Holy Council begins, all living beings retreat.

The Holy Court is in chaos. Except for the saints, everyone put down their work at the first time and walked quickly to the outside of the Holy Court.

The door of the Punishment Hall suddenly opened, and the nine purple-robed scholars also left in a hurry.

"Dong... that guy is simply crazy, holding a 'holy meeting' for Fang Yun! Unless a major change occurs and the saints agree, each semi-saint can only hold a 'holy meeting' every twenty years, and force a discussion on a topic to come to a conclusion!"

"Is it worth it for a dying Jinshi?"

"Alas, this is why the saints recognize Lord Dongsheng. Lord Dongsheng held a holy meeting at this time, first to force us to come out and vote on poems to atone for the crime; second, to ask the saints to save Fang Yun; as for the third, I am afraid that it is a thank you and a farewell with a holy meeting. After all, Fang Yun is a virtual saint of poetry, and after all, he has increased the overall strength of my human race by at least 10%! Ordinary semi-saints may not be able to do this!"

Long sighs.

"However, we have not come to an agreement yet, so we cannot vote on poetry to atone for the crime."

"As long as the Holy Palaces give the order, we can vote on poetry to atone for the crime. Since Lord Dongsheng has opened the Holy Council, Zong... that person will definitely make some concessions."

"Or..."

The nine great scholars suddenly kept silent, because everyone realized the biggest possibility, that Zongsheng did everything to deliberately force Dongsheng to open the Holy Council and cut off Dongsheng's right to hold the Holy Council for the next twenty years.

Several great scholars shook their heads. The half-saints calculated too deeply, and they didn't know what they were calculating until the last moment. Especially when dealing with foreign countries, they often let the demon and barbarian saints suffer losses. In fact, since the end of the thousand-year non-war treaty a hundred years ago, the two races have been fighting secretly. The human saints only suffered a small loss, but many demon and barbarian half-saints died.

"Then how should poetry atone for the crime this time?"

"As long as the Holy Palaces give the order, I will naturally agree. It's not for the false saint, but he should be qualified to atone for the crime with poetry."

"It should be so."

The nine great scholars made a conclusion almost immediately.

After everyone left the Holy Academy, everyone within a thousand miles looked up and saw that the sky above Daofeng Mountain seemed to be in a strange world.

The sky above the Holy Academy was clear one moment, and then it was full of thunder the next moment, and then it was a violent storm, with aurora like a curtain, meteors scattered, flowers blooming in the void, and day and night rotating...

All the scenes that the human race can see are replayed in the sky above the Holy Academy, and there are even many scenes that cannot be understood at all, such as a battlefield soaked in thick blood, a world evolved from a drop of water, and millions of battles between the human race and the monsters...

Every moment, the sky will make strange sounds, as if it is the sound of heaven and earth, and no one can understand it.

The entire Holy Academy is like a forbidden zone of life. Even great scholars will be torn to pieces by the aftermath of this terrifying battle among the saints.

A quarter of an hour later, the nine elders of the Criminal Palace received the order of the saints, allowing the Criminal Palace to vote on Fang Yun's poems to atone for his crime. If the vote passed, Fang Yun would need to write three national poems before he could be released from prison.

Not long after, a loud bell suddenly sounded in the Holy Temple of Jingguo Academy, spreading throughout the capital.

Then, the voice of Minister Jiang Hechuan sounded.

"With the consent of the Eastern Saint, the Criminal Palace and the monarch, candidate Fang Yun was awarded poems to atone for his crime. If he writes three national poems, he can be released from prison. If he wins the first place in the joint examination, he can be exempted from all guilt."

When Jiang Hechuan was halfway through his speech, millions of people in the capital cheered, but when Jiang Hechuan finished speaking, the huge capital was silent, and even the children who had shouted the most before shut up.

After a short silence, the crowds from all over the capital exploded.

In front of the Tiger Prison, many students criticized.

"Are those people in the Holy Academy... stupid? Why does Fang Yun have to write three poems to defend the country when it's his turn?"

"Fang Yun has been thinking over and over again these days, and he can probably write one poem to defend the country, but the Criminal Court requires three. It's less than twelve hours before the Jinshi exam tomorrow. Asking a Jinshi to think of two poems to defend the country twelve hours before the exam, isn't this deliberately making things difficult for him?"

"Brother Qiao, why is the Criminal Court doing this?"

Qiao Juze sighed helplessly and said, "This can't be blamed on the Criminal Court. I just received news that it was an order from the Holy Palaces. There must be a certain... 'righteous' half-saint who is obstructing it."

"It's simply... outrageous!" The Jinshi next to him almost cursed, but in the end he changed his words.

Everyone knew that it must be the Zongsheng of Qing who was obstructing it.

"Can Fang Yun do it? If Fang Yun is given a few more days, he may be able to write three poems to protect the country, but writing three poems in just one day is not something that even Confucius can accomplish!"

"Nonsense, Confucius' words are full of holy doctrines, how can they be inferior to those that protect the country?"

"It is fair to compare with Confucius. You are not allowed to write holy doctrines, only ordinary poems and essays."

"It is useless for you to discuss this matter. The best plan now is to think about how to help Fang Yun protect the country three times a day!"

At this moment, a dragon roar spread throughout the capital.

"Saints of the human race, you are really nothing. Wait until this dragon is canonized, and we will have a good fight!"

Crack...

A bolt of lightning fell from the sky and struck the dragon roar.

"Ah... It hurts me to death. I am very vengeful!"

There was no thunder in the sky, and the dragon roar no longer appeared.

"Ah, ah, ah..."

A faint sound fell into the ears of everyone after the dragon roar.

Most people thought it was just an illusion, but Qiao Juze and other people who were familiar with Fang Yun looked at Fang's house in surprise.

"This sound seems to be the little fox of Fang Yun's family. How come it has also learned the dragon roar and thunder sound?"

"Maybe I heard it wrong?"

"Maybe it was the help of the yellow dragon."

"I'm afraid so."

In Kongcheng.

"Brother Detian, I can't stand it anymore! I must take action now!"

"Brother Fang has repeatedly told us to wait until the Moon Tree God Punishment is over before we can take action. It's useless to take action now."

"Then we should sit here?"

"This matter involves the dispute between the two clans, the dispute between the saints, and the private hatred between the various families and Fang Yun. At this moment, we can only wait and see!"

"Forget it, wait and see whether Fang Yun can stabilize the country with three articles."

In the imperial city, Changle Palace.

Two women are in the main hall of Changle Palace. One woman sits on the empress dowager's phoenix chair, and the younger one sits on the left hand side below.

"Your Majesty, Fang Yun's ability is comparable to the country's treasures. Why don't you save him decisively?"

"It's not worth my rescue for a mere crime. What's more, he knows his limits. Even if the poem fails to exonerate him, the tax exemption order can be issued before the exam tomorrow."

"Then will the royal family of Jingguo sit and wait for death?"

The queen mother said slowly: "No, we can wait for three articles to defend the country."

The sky is clear in the capital, but it is snowing outside the capital.

The Yushan Mountain outside the capital is covered with snow and covered in silver.

In the Lei family's courtyard, two great scholars sat on the ground, drinking tea and discussing. Once the snowflakes in the sky approached the two people, they left.

"This is the first time we have met since we parted at the Jibinghe River." Lei Tingyu said with a smile.

"The snow here is much warmer than the Jibinghe River." Zong Wenxiong said.

Lei Tingyu suddenly looked towards the capital and asked with a smile: "Brother, how many articles do you think Fang Yun can write to defend the country before the exam?"

"The sky is endless but human power is limited. Two articles, and the third article can only reach Mingzhou at most."

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