The capital was already crowded with people.
Ever since the Confucian Way was suppressed by the Celestial Gate, the Sacred Institute was sealed, the great Confucians were hunted down, and those who had some reputation were either crippled or gave up on the Confucian Way…From then on, the Confucian Way was underestimated like never before.
Although the current Great Zhou still relied on scholars to govern the region, and Confucian scholars occupied high positions in the court, the Confucian scholars of the present and the Confucian scholars of the past could no longer be treated the same.
Someone once said that Confucianism was dead!
How sorrowful was this?
The scholarly faction's backbone had been broken, and it had been many years since they had produced any talents.
But now, someone had spoken the holy words personally, resonating with the sages and causing a phenomenon that shook the entire city.
"Qiyue Wuming, history is proof, mountains and rivers are his name, what kind of person can say such words?”
People were still mulling over this sentence.
The more he chewed, the more bold he felt.
Many years ago, when Confucianism was flourishing, these words would have shocked people, but they would not have such an effect.
However, this was the lowest point in the history of Confucianism, and someone could still say such a holy word. How unbelievable was this?
"Everyone, look. The light of the Sage is lingering around the entire city, but there is no movement in the palace. This means that the person who spoke the Holy Words is most likely in the palace!”
A scholar made a bold guess. Although he was young, he had great insight.
"Most likely…but who is it?”
" Something big must have happened in the Imperial Palace today. Rumor has it that the Celestial Gate is threatening to establish a seventh nation. Could it be…"
"Shh, don't talk nonsense about the immortal sect!”
Scholars were not fools. Instead, they were very intelligent. They began to associate and quickly approached the truth.
However, he did not dare to think further.
The Confucian scholars of today had broken spines and were long used to prostrating under the might of the immortal sects.
Even discussing behind their backs required courage.
Silence.
A deep sorrow was hidden in the long silence.
The scholars who were supposed to be vigorous, inspire words, and guide the world actually lost the courage to speak.
How sad was this?
The hearts of the scholars were sensitive. They tasted the sorrow in their hearts, and their mouths were filled with bitterness.
At this moment, dozens of light pillars suddenly shot out from the sky.
Boom!
The white light was resplendent as beams of light shot into the sky.
Following that was the sound of reading that filled the world.
The Master said,"In the use of propriety, harmony is the most precious. The way of the former kings is beautiful, and the size of the country depends on it. If there is something that cannot be carried out, it is impossible to carry it out without etiquette.”
This was the Analects of Confucius.
"The turtledove is on the continent of the river. A graceful lady is a gentleman's match."
This was the Book of Songs.
"When the heavens are vigorous, a gentleman should constantly strive for self-improvement. The terrain is Kun, and a gentleman carries things with his virtue."
This was the Book of Changes.
"To obtain knowledge is to investigate things. After investigating things, one will know the truth. After knowing the truth, one will be sincere. After sincerity, one will have a correct heart. After a correct heart, one will cultivate.”
This was the Book of Rites.
……
The sound of reading seemed to have come from ancient times. It passed through the river of time and the dust of ruin. In this fallen era, it blossomed with a dazzling light.
How could the scholars not shed tears?
All of a sudden, tears and snot flowed down their faces. It was as if they were dreaming of ten thousand years ago, when they could also be scholars and guide the country!
However, the phenomenon in the sky did not stop because of their tears. In the holy pillar of light, there were majestic statues.
Some were old, some were middle-aged.
They were holding ferule, scrolls, brushes…
" Sage's projection!"
Seeing this scene, the scholars went crazy.
In an instant, countless people in the entire city prostrated themselves!
This was an ancient sage!
They had actually projected themselves!
Could it be that the era of scholars had arrived again?
If this was a dream, I hope it would stay in the dream forever!
The appearance of the Sage's projection made the world exude a refreshing fragrance of brush and ink.
The spirit of countless scholars surged as they broke through their shackles. This was a huge improvement!
"First, it was the classics, then the Sage's projection. Two phenomena. Could it be that a great scholar has been born?”
A white-haired old scholar roared, his eyes flashing with excitement.
Ding ding dong dong!
At this moment, the third phenomenon appeared.
In the capital, all the jade and metal objects started to shake.
It produced a crisp and pleasant sound, playing a perfect tune that did not belong to the human world.
"Golden Sound Jade Vibrant, third phenomenon!”
The scholar almost went crazy.
Could it be that the ancient era had arrived?
Had the Sages who had vanished in the river of time come to save the world?
The three phenomena appeared at the same time, shaking the capital.
The Sage projections faced the palace. One of them was an old man with a slightly hunched back. He held a book in his hand, pointed at it from afar, and chanted.
"Who hasn't died since ancient times?"
On the other side, another old man's shadow flickered. He was old, but his waist was straight and relaxed, and his voice was like the sound of metal clashing.
"Leave the Loyal Heart to shine on Han Qing!"
Everyone recognized these two figures.
The first to speak was the Left Prime Minister of the Taizu era, and the second to speak was the Right Prime Minister of the same era.
The two of them were both great scholars of the current era. They had joined the great ancestor when they were weak, and together, they had realized their ideals and established an eternal dynasty.
Therefore, because of their achievements, they broke through and became Half-Saints after their deaths!
As Half-Saints, they were naturally qualified to enter the Confucian Temple. However, they were awakened today.
What woke them up was a poem.
"Since ancient times, who hasn't died?”
The scholar muttered like a madman.
An unyielding young figure that seemed to be able to make him fearless even if the sky collapsed appeared in their minds.
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