The revival of Wenshu was far more alarming than just the Confucian head, and among the great Shang Jingshi, many people felt the violent fluctuation of the literary qi.

"Boom!"

Far away from the Temple of Literature, a night owl-like sound suddenly came out of mid-air, with a fluttering sound, black smoke billowed out, and a huge bat-like human figure appeared in the darkness, and the pair of scarlet eyes stared at the direction of the Temple of Literature, and the bones kept turning.

"It's the breath of that thousand-year-old Wen tree, the revival of the Wen tree, it's not good for our ghost clan lurking in the human world, who did this? No, we have to report to the prince quickly!"

The strange figure shook its wings and turned into a billowing black smoke, like a rainbow shooting away in the distance, and at the same time as he flew out, a heavy object fell heavily from the air, smashing to the ground and splitting apart.

In the depths of the Dashang Palace, the light and shadow were staggered, and a long figure quietly walked out of the darkness and stood on the high city wall.

In the night, the energy surged like a tide, the eyes of the figure opened and closed, and in an instant, the heavy night faded, and the Confucian Temple in the distance was as dazzling as the scorching sun in the capital.

"When did Confucianism come out with such a figure? Can it do what those grandmasters and Confucian leaders can't do, and ignite the dying literary tree?"

"Is this a sign of the prosperity of Wendao? Someone, let me find out what is going on in the Temple of Wen. ”

The man spoke suddenly.

"Yes!"

In the darkness, a secret aura emerged, and then quickly dispersed like a bird or beast.

Not only that, but among the entire Great Shang Jingshi, in the south, east, west, and northwest, a majestic aura is like a mountain and a sea, and is paying attention to the ancient Confucian Temple and the vigorous vitality of the Wen Tree from all directions at the same time.

An undercurrent swells in the night.

However, none of these Chen Shaojun knew that as the initiator and the center of the storm, Chen Shaojun had already returned to his room and slept in his clothes.

"I wonder what happened to my father?"

Chen Shaojun looked up at the roof of the wing room, and suddenly remembered his father.

The stars are moving, and the night passes.

At the same time, the other end of the Great Shang Jingshi.

A golden hall standing high in the mountains, wafting out a condensed breath like substance, look carefully, above this breath, there are actually a small font like flies, dense, and the moment you see these fonts, the whole person's spirit is shocked, and the expression is refreshing.

Around this golden hall, every ten feet, there is a mottled stone monument, like a guardian, standing straight on the periphery of the golden hall. Looking closely, there are inscriptions of some saints on the stone stele, and a vague literary coercion overflows faintly from the inside, surging towards the golden hall, forming an invisible barrier.

Jin Wen lingers, Hundred Saints Chaowen!

In the Great Shang Dynasty, only the Wenzong Hall would have such a handwriting, using the inscriptions of the saints as the invisible protective shield of this hall. Ordinary scribes pass through and have an epiphany to increase their own culture, but if there is a wrong mind, the evil devil and the crooked will force out the black gas belonging to the evil way in the body in front of this condensed and substantial culture, forming a long-lasting black mark on the body.

And this big hall in front of you is the famous temple of the three provinces!

In the main hall, the atmosphere lingers, gently fluttering, and the silence is abnormal.

Directly above, a statue of Confucius, like a god, looked at everything in the hall, and looked at the thin figure sitting cross-legged on a futon in the center of the hall. The figure had his back to the temple door, looking a little old, as if he had never moved, and there was a layer of dust around him, and there was no footprint. His hair was a little messy, it looked like he hadn't been tidied up in a long time, his eyes were closed, his breathing was long, and he looked like he was asleep.

Looking closely, his face is actually one or two points similar to Chen Shaojun, and it is Chen Shaojun's father, Chen Zongxi.

"Sage Ziju, the disciple is not talented, and he failed to carry forward this school, which is even more shameful for this school. The Sage of Wangziju is heavily responsible for his disciples, as long as he ...... , as long as the disciple's heir, Chen Shaojun, can live well, the disciple is willing to bear everything. ”

Chen Zongxi's dry and cracked lips moved slightly, and he muttered in a voice that only he could hear.

From the moment he entered the Three Provinces Temple, Chen Zongxi had already developed the will of life and death and made all preparations.

Life and death are small, but fame and festival are big.

As a person in Confucianism and Taoism, he has respected the teachings of Confucius all his life, once he loses his reputation and is deprived of his Confucian status, it is like a thick ink polluted in clear water.

Chen Zongxi didn't care about death, and he wasn't afraid, what really made him unable to let go was the young son who was only fifteen years old outside the temple.

Although the child's qualifications are dull, he can't read articles since he was a child, no matter how he teaches, it is difficult to improve in learning, and he can't even improve his literary temperament, which makes Chen Zongxi quite disappointed, but licking the calf is deep, after all, it is his own child, and where can he easily let it go.

"Jun'er, your qualifications are like this, you can't force your father, you don't want your reputation to be boring for your father, everyone in the world knows it, just want to be well, and live the rest of your life, everything will only depend on you in the future, take care. ”

"Squeak——

With the sound of a slow door opening, a dazzling light entered the Three Provinces Temple, startling countless smoke and dust in the Three Provinces Temple, filling it. The sunlight shone through the space, and finally shone on the brown futon in the center of the main hall, on a man who looked old but had an unusually tall body.

"Is it finally time?"

Chen Zongxi opened his eyes slightly, looked at his own shadow on the ground reflected by the sun, and muttered. He didn't look back, he didn't move.

Now that it has been three months, the matter of the crown prince has been settled, once he is involved in the battle of the imperial party, he is destined to not be able to get out easily, Chen Zongxi raised his head, without any luck, just silently waiting for the final trial.

At this moment, outside the main hall, a calm voice came in:

"Chen Zongxi, the matter of the crown prince has been reviewed by the imperial court, Ling Lang was just falsely accused, and it has nothing to do with this matter, since this is the case, there is no need for you to stay here, you can leave!"

"What?"

Hearing this, Chen Zongxi was slightly stunned, his body, which had not moved, finally turned around in disbelief, and a thick layer of dust fell from his body, confusing the scene in front of him, and he could only look at the figure outside the hall through the heavy smoke and dust.

Chen Zongxi never thought that when he was ready to die, this major court case would have such a big reversal.

"How so, what the hell is going on?"

Chen Zongxi's lips trembled, and he finally couldn't help it.

"The crown prince was already dying, but not long ago, it is said that an immortal doctor entered the palace and cured the crown prince. ”

"The divine doctor later asked His Majesty to re-investigate the matter thoroughly, and His Majesty Longyan Dayue granted his request, and issued a holy decree to order the three divisions to interrogate and re-investigate all the files, and now it has been ascertained that many of the rebellious parties who have been imprisoned are only implicated, and the same is true of your eldest son Chen Zhengche. ”

"Chen Ru, now that everything has been clarified, hurry up and go back to reunite with your family. ”

With that, the figure turned and left.

And inside the main hall, Chen Zongxi stood there, motionless for a long time.

"Thank you for the forgiveness of the saint, disciple Chen Zongxi bid farewell to the saint!"

After a long time, Chen Zongxi put his hands together, knelt down to the statue of Sage Kong in the hall, and then his clothes fluttered, and finally walked out of the main hall.

At the same time, a young figure covered in scars also followed out of the gate of the Criminal Department.

......

Time passed slowly, in the Temple of Literature.

Chen Shaojun did not go to the library building as usual, but sat upright in his wing, motionless.

There was a book in front of him, which he opened, but his eyes were not focused on it.

- He had already finished reading the book.

At this moment, his attention was completely focused on his mind.

In the depths of his mind, a golden sutra page was floating and tumbling.

It was given to him by Wen Shu when he was revived.

In the past few days, the Temple of Literature has been bustling, and countless students have swarmed in, crowded under the Wen Tree, studying the scriptures on the body and leaves of the Wen Tree, and even the Grandmaster has come a lot.

However, Chen Shaojun did not join in the excitement.

First, Chen Shaojun didn't want too many people to pay attention, and secondly, Wen Shu recovered, and after the second growth, his consciousness had already fallen into a deep sleep, and it was impossible to communicate with Wen Shu.

Moreover, although Wenshu contains many mysteries, the greatest treasure, the golden scripture page in Chen Shaojun's mind, has already been given to him.

However, Chen Shaojun also found that for some reason, although this golden scripture page was full of words, he couldn't see the words on it clearly, and all the words were vague, as if a splash had been splashed.

"It's because I haven't cultivated enough, and I can't see the content above. ”

Chen Shaojun studied for a few days and probably understood.

Although he is now in the cultivation of Wenqi Erdou, it is already very amazing, but considering that although the golden page is a gift from Wenshu, it is most likely related to Xun Sheng, and his own cultivation is insufficient, so it is not surprising that he can't see the content on the scripture page.

But despite this, Chen Shaojun has also discovered a new ability of the Golden Sutra Page in the past few days.