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A trace of dragon qi in the air descended suddenly, condensing into a huge red ancient seal like blood, Punishment!

Everyone subconsciously raised their heads, although they couldn't see the ancient seal text suspended in the air, but everyone felt the infinite killing intent, as if the heavens and the earth had become depressed because of the appearance of this ancient seal script.

"Ancient Seal Text!"

Look at the words hanging in the air. There was a hint of surprise in Situ Xing's eyes. Then he seemed to think of something, and there was a hint of sure in his eyes.

After the Qin Dynasty swept Liuhe, swallowed the Eight Desolations, and established centralized power, the first thing they did was to unify the written language. The original script of the Six Kingdoms was discarded, and on the basis of the old Qin script, the Legalist magnate Li Si introduced the old and established a new writing system.

This is the origin of the seal script.

Because it contains the ideas of Legalism, the seal script is the text closest to the law and the closest to the Tao in terms of both the shape and the meaning of the words.

The Tao here is not Taoism, nor is it the Taoism of later generations, but the rules!

Because the ancient seal script is closest to the law of heaven and earth, it has a unique charm.

Therefore, once it was introduced, it was respected by Legalists and officials at all levels, and even the king of the people approved the folds and promulgated the holy decrees, all of which were written in seal script. As a result, the seal script became the earliest official script. The people were influenced by the imperial court, and there were many learners.

After the fall of the pre-Qin, the hundred schools of thought in order to eliminate the influence of the pre-Qin and Legalists in the people.

A decree was issued to abolish the seal script, and learned people were organized to create another script with the strength of a hundred schools.

Although this kind of writing does not have the charm of seal script, it is extremely simple, easy for the people to learn and remember, and it is vigorously promoted by the imperial court, and soon replaced the previous script.

After Dong Sheng put forward the slogan of "depose a hundred schools of thought and respect Confucianism alone", with the help of the luck of the king of people, the influence of Confucianism in the court and the opposition is increasing.

The other hundred schools of thought were suppressed by Confucianism, and their strength was greatly reduced, and they either slowly died out or disappeared from the world.

However, both Confucianism and the hundred schools of thought have spared no effort to suppress Legalism and seal scripts, because they are worried and even more afraid!

They are afraid that there will be another Qiang Qin in this world.

One more Shang Ting, Li Si!

A large number of ancient scrolls have been burned, and a large number of historical truths have been covered up. More and more people are working on the ancients, and fewer and fewer people know about seal scripts.

Seal scripts are rarely recognized, let alone written.

But Legalism is like a weed, tenacious. No matter how the hundred schools suppress it, they are all like bamboos, strong and upright!

Because the monarchs of all dynasties know that education depends on Confucianism, and governing the country according to the law.

Relying solely on Confucianism is not good for governing the country. This is also the main reason why Confucianism and the Hundred Schools of Thought have tried to sever the inheritance of Legalism several times but have not been able to.

Because the kings of the past generations were unwilling and did not dare to let the Legalist family go extinct.

They really can't imagine what chaos a country would be like without legalist constraints.

The Confucian sages also understand this truth, and they have a surprisingly tacit understanding with the kings of the past dynasties in this matter, that is, they can be suppressed, but they cannot let him cut off the inheritance.

Situ Xing was able to know the seal book, and he also thanked the saints and the king for their tacit understanding.

Otherwise, as long as a book burning is launched to pit Confucianism and all the written records of the existence of Legalism are destroyed, it will only take a hundred years, and no one in heaven and earth will remember Legalism.

Not to mention this very rare and rare text.

When he was a teenager, he was obsessed with criminal law, so he often observed ancient books, and only then did he learn by chance from the words of the ancient books that there was a pre-Qin script between heaven and earth, called seal script.

It was written by the Legalist magnate Li Si to observe the principles of heaven and earth, combined with the pre-Qin decrees, and there is a Legalist inheritance in it.

Kill!

Huge words fell from the sky and smashed on top of the main hall of the Taoist temple.

There was no reaction in the yang world, and the earth had been turned upside down in the yin world, and the dragon qi that was blocked by the giant hand suddenly groaned, and the Dao Palace of the Jade Machine collapsed like a domino.

Before the Taoist priests could react, they were engulfed in darkness. Everywhere there were screams, groans of pain, and the crunching sound of ghosts and beasts chewing on the bones of Taoist priests.

"Damn it. ”

Yu Jizi's face was pale, and there was panic in his eyes. He has been in business for hundreds of years to get to where he is today. I didn't expect it to be destroyed today.

"How can the dragon qi be so blazing?"

"Why can't you stop the fall of the dragon qi with one hand covering the sky?"

"For 300 years, the wind and rain have been smooth, and the country and the people are safe. Today's saints are the reincarnation of sages, well-governed, and the country's luck is like cooking oil and burning fire, and you and other Taoists are tired of the emperor's grace, and they are trying to change the world from a prosperous era to a troubled era for their own selfish desires, and their hearts are really deserved!"

Du Chenghuang looked at Yu Jizi, who was pale and obviously frightened in his eyes, and said with a sneer and disdain.

"Emperor Qianpan is indeed a rare hero, but the great Qianguo Zuo is about to end, and the current prosperity is just a flower in the mirror, and the moon in the water is illusory after all. All it takes is a gentle push from someone to fall apart. The edifice is about to fall, how can you save it?"

Yu Jizi looked at Du Chenghuang with an ugly face, and said a little arrogantly and a little crazy.

"How bold, today, I will kill you!"

Du Chenghuang's eyes flickered, his heart was extremely angry, and the divine light above his head showed many scenes such as mountains, rivers and seas, cities, and people, and finally turned into a huge palm, slapping down heavily against the jade machine.

"Humph!"

The spirit of Yu Jizi's whole body boiled, and his body rose again, like a huge mountain. Although Du Chenghuang's palm was huge, it was much smaller than that of the jade machine.

Boom!

The palms of the two men intertwined, and the huge force made the earthquake tremble, like a landslide and the ground cracked. The palaces were affected by the aftermath of the battle between the two, and instantly turned into a pile of ruins.

Whether it is the gods of Zhibei County or the Taoist priests of Yuqingguan, they are all afraid to dodge everywhere, around the collision of these two people, there are very black cracks in the space, like a giant beast with its open mouth, frantically devouring everything around, whether it is a yellow turban wrestler, or a ghost soldier, as long as it is inhaled, it will be torn to pieces in an instant.

Rumble!

Another palace was affected by the battle, and after the cyan light above flickered, it instantly turned into ruins, and the black yin qi took the opportunity to erode.

。。。

"Smash!"

After Situ Xing finished reading the text, he looked at the statue sitting on the high platform with a cold face, and said without any hesitation.

"No!"

The soldier who received the order bowed his head and stepped forward without hesitation, raising the heavy hammer to smash it down.

Rumble!

As if sensing something, the hall flickered again. Above the statue of the god, there is a bright light visible to the naked eye. In the divine light, everyone also faintly saw terrible scenes such as hell, the sea of fire, and the sword mountain.

It was as if their actions had angered the gods and were about to suffer unimaginable punishment.

"The gods are angry!"

I don't know that the soldier muttered something in a trembling voice, his voice was very small, but it was particularly harsh in the quiet space.

Although the other soldiers didn't say anything, there was obviously a little more fear and wavering in their eyes when they looked at the idol. If it weren't for the fear of severe military discipline, I'm afraid that some people would have fallen to their knees and begged for forgiveness from the gods.

The soldier who was about to swing the hammer also saw all kinds of visions, and even heard the muttering, and his movements subconsciously froze. There was also a hint of hesitation in his eyes.

Daqian is the world of Shinto manifestations, although Taizu has an edict, Shinto is not allowed to interfere in politics.

But all kinds of miracles are endless, in remote areas, where the dragon's qi is weak, there are even gods descending their true bodies.

Because of this, the world's reverence and belief in the gods have been deeply rooted in the marrow.

Even if he is a big soldier, he has grown up in this environment since he was a child, and he is not exempt from vulgarity.

Situ Xing's face suddenly became gloomy, and his eyes glared coldly at the direction where the sound was coming from, and the talkative soldier also knew that he had caused a big disaster. His face suddenly turned pale, his mouth opened slightly, he wanted to explain, but he didn't know what to say, so he could only stand there woodenly, letting cold sweat climb up his cheeks.

"Smash!"

Situ Xing turned his head to look at the soldier holding the hammer, and ordered in a cold tone.

"Don't smash it, you will be punished for disobedience!"

"No!"

When the soldier saw Situ Xing's cold eyes, he suddenly felt like falling into an ice cave, and he could only bow his head and promise.

"Do you really dare to disobey?"

Hu Tingyu looked at the soldier standing there helplessly, his wide and rough palm subconsciously pressed on the hilt of the knife, his eyes were tumbling with anger, and his voice was extremely cold.

Looking at Hu Tingyu, who was haunted by evil qi all over his body and there was a faint fierce light in his eyes, the soldier only felt that the hairs on his back suddenly stood upside down, and the cold sweat instantly soaked his clothes.

He had an intuition that as long as he hesitated for half a moment, Hu Tingyu would disregard the feelings of the robe and cut off his head with a long knife.

With the right military law!

With the heart of the army!

Thinking of this, he dared to hesitate, and used all his strength to round the hammer, and smashed it heavily on the idol as if he was crazy.

Boom!

The hammer fell, and a huge gap was instantly smashed out of the statue, and a trace of cracks shot down the gap, looking like a huge spider web.

A glimmer of divine light suddenly dimmed, and many places flickered incessantly, like a candle about to be extinguished.

Boom!

With another hammer, the idol's arm was shattered, dropping a large piece of multicolored mud.

The idol became more and more dilapidated, the divine light above it became even more dim, and the calamity and punishment that everyone had been fearing did not come.

These two hammers not only smashed the idol, but also smashed the world's fear of the gods, and the soldiers' eyes no longer hesitated and feared, but faintly had a little indescribable excitement.

"Splash filth!"

The idol suffered heavy damage one after another, and the divine light became dim, as if it was about to be extinguished at any time, and Situ Xing's eyes showed a trace of satisfaction, and he nodded slightly and said.

"No!"

"No!"

A few strong men carried buckets of night incense, and forced the pungent stench to splash on the shattered idol. Feces and filth slowly flow down from a high place, and the indescribable smell is disgusting.