Let's say that Zhang Yuan got the permission of Zhang Dayuan, and he was inexplicably excited for a while, regardless of the fact that it was in the middle of the night at the moment, he was busy calling friends and friends, gathered one hundred and eighty people, carried knives and sticks, and rushed to the shore of the West Lake with a fierce momentum.

"Smash it open for me!" After a while, the crowd came to the front of the medical hall, Zhang Yuan's face turned red with excitement, and he pointed to the vermilion door and shouted.

"Looking for death in the middle of the night, are you afraid that the ghost door will not be opened?" On the second floor of the Yuzhi Hall, the white bones sitting cross-legged on the bed suddenly opened their eyes, and the empty room was full of light, and the dark second floor suddenly became as bright as day.

"Bang!"

Two thugs with big shoulders and round waists stepped forward according to the order, one left and one right, raised their legs to forcibly kick the two wooden doors open, Zhang Yuan was majestic, with more than ten people, holding torches, into the main hall.

"Who are you?" The master and apprentice who were resting on the first floor quickly got up, and Old Man Qin said angrily.

"Call me!" Zhang Yuan sneered and waved his hand.

Six or seven thugs with sticks in their hands smiling fiercely and with a strong oppressive force, walked towards the master and apprentice step by step.

is targeted by them, even if you don't die, you have to shed your skin.

"Boom!" Just as the thugs came to the two of them and raised their clubs high, several white swords flew out of thin air, piercing their hearts with a popping sound.

"Bang, bang......" The thugs' eyes widened, and they couldn't bat at each other, and the corpses smashed on the ground with a dull sound.

"Oops, let's go!" Although Zhao Yuan was arrogant, he was not a fool, and when he saw this situation, he turned around and fled as soon as he saw it.

However, no matter how fast he fled, how could he be faster than the White Bone Sword's random attack? Almost instantly, the pure white sword light followed like a shadow, piercing through all the incoming enemies inside and outside the house, and the sky was covered with blood.

When the sword disappeared, the holy light turned into a rain of light, descending from the sky, purifying all the corpses, blood, and severed limbs, and it was once again shrouded in darkness, restoring its former tranquility.

"Childe is mighty!" the medicine apprentice looked in the direction of the second floor with reverence on his face, muttering to himself.

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Heaven didn't seem to have given the Great Song Dynasty any time to prepare, and the typhoid plague swept through the territory of Kyushu in just two days. For a time, hundreds of millions of sentient beings faced misfortune, and the civilians who died directly in the plague were rising at a terrifying rate every day.

Natural disasters and man-made disasters have always been accompanied by each other, countless cows, ghosts, snakes and gods hidden in the shadows have appeared, thugs and thieves, reckless heroes have taken the opportunity to emerge, and all kinds of gossip are endless.

In the dark, it seems that there is a huge palm behind the back to push all this, wanting to cause chaos in the Great Song Dynasty.

"This is definitely not a natural disaster, it is a pure man-made disaster!" In the imperial capital of the Great Song Dynasty, in the Temple of Literature, the twelve great sages of Confucianism gathered, Zilu's eyes were red, his hands stroked his sword, and the surging literary aura rushed out from the top of his head, forming a straight wolf smoke, terrifying.

"There must be a man-made disaster, otherwise, the plague would not have broken out so quickly and so ferociously, and once it appeared, it would have reached the point of ambushing millions of corpses. Ziyou said in a deep voice.

"Heavenly Court, Earthly Palace, Daomen, Buddhism, and Demon Dao criminals are all suspected. Zigong said coldly: "Because only the Great Song Dynasty suffered from the plague, and within the Great Song Dynasty, Confucianism and Taoism were the only ones. ”

"Some people can't sit still and want to redefine the territory of the Great Song Dynasty in the troubled times. Zi Xia's eyes were clear, and his momentum was like that of a male lion who chose people to devour.

"Senior brothers, Buddhism has entered the world to save the common people in distress. Ziyou, dressed in green clothes, stepped into the void and stepped into the temple.

The head of the group of sages, the senior brother Yan Hui sat on the chair calmly, and his voice was calm: "Spread the edict to tens of millions of Confucian students, go out of the school, find riot thieves, and kill them." When you encounter demagoguery, kill them. Kill those who see the preaching gathering believers. Tell the rest of the Taoist generals that whoever dares to make waves at this time will be expelled from the territory of the Great Song Dynasty. ”

The three murderous words that were cold to the bone marrow, and a domineering proclamation notice, made all the sages present lose their voices, dumbfounded, and looked at their senior brother with a ghostly expression.

What kind of person is Yan Hui?

What he attaches the most importance to is the cultivation of benevolence, giving people the impression of loyalty, generosity, and benevolence. But at this moment, he completely subverted his previous image, and the three killing words represent a river of blood and a mountain of floating corpses. A declaration is equivalent to drinking the teachings and obeying my life.

"Senior brother, can we really do this, do you want to ask the saint?" Zigong said with a burst of excitement.

"Yes, Senior Brother, if we really do this, it will almost be equivalent to being the enemy of all the other Dao Sects...... This matter needs to be thought again. Ziyou advised.

From this point on, most of the other sages spoke, advising Yan to return to his life.

Just as they were giving bitter advice, Yan Hui stood up from his chair, obviously being much shorter than Zi Lu, but his body was extremely tall and majestic in the eyes of the sages at this moment, full of majesty that he had never had: "This is the Great Song Dynasty, and this is the base camp of our Confucianism." It is equivalent to the Heavenly Palace to the Heavenly Court, the West Heaven to the Buddha Gate, and the East Heaven to the Three Mountains Demon Clan. Rank junior disciple, except that Heavenly Court is a little special because of historical issues, whether it is the West Heaven or the East Heaven, do you think they will allow other Dao Sects to rise?"

Different people will come to different conclusions about the same thing from different angles, which is what people often call the pattern.

Zigong, Ziyou, Zime...... These Confucian sages have their own strengths, and each of them is the dragon and phoenix among people, but their pattern is far from Yan Hui. Perhaps, this is the main reason why Yan Hui is a senior brother.

"Even so, we can stop others from picking fruits, but what about the people of the world? Confucian scholars can write articles with a pen, and they can fight on the battlefield with a sword, but they are not proficient in saving people!" After a long time, Zigong said softly.

"We're not proficient, but someone is proficient!" Yan Hui reached out and patted him on the shoulder, and said softly but firmly: "We...... There are also backers!"

"Backer......" Zigong's eyes gradually brightened.

But they forgot that Confucianism was never alone.

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Because of this sudden outbreak of the plague, because of Yan Hui's resolute and decisive order, within the Great Song Dynasty, tens of millions of Confucian scholars put down the pen in their hands, lifted the sword in their hands, and went out of the school like a tide, submerging the entire Great Song Dynasty.

From this beginning, every minute, every second, all kinds of rebels died at the hands of Confucianism. Even some eminent monks and great virtues who entered the WTO were forcibly killed if they committed taboos.

Blood filled the land for hundreds of millions of miles, and the entire Celestial Empire was shrouded in war, so many important or unimportant things were forcibly swept into the corner.

For example, the long-awaited Hangzhou Confucian exam!