Yue Heng followed the crowd into the temple, bypassed an inner courtyard door, and looked crowded with people, incense, and his ears were filled with all kinds of noisy sounds, and the voices were boiling, and he was stupid all of a sudden.

On the altar in front of you, there are dozens of gilded statues.

The most life-like statue in the middle is the largest, this one has long hairpin, a long robe, a giant tortoise shell, a disc in his left hand, and a right hand pointing to the sky, his face is wise and peaceful, and his eyes seem to be full of great wisdom.

Yue Heng guessed that this must be the first worship god of the Confucian Temple, Emperor Fuxi, otherwise it would not be so finely carved, and even the long hair bundle and the tortoiseshell runes on the soles of the feet were clearly recognizable.

More than a dozen statues next to it also have their own postures, scattered left and right next to the Fuxi Emperor, and sat down in a Fuxi disc.

Yue Heng secretly figured to himself, if there is no mistake in the classics, these must be King Wen of Zhou, Qu Yuan, Confucius, Mencius and others, the deeper you go, the more statues there are, and you can't see the end at a glance, so many people are crowded in the same Temple of Literature to accept the literati's offerings, which is really unacceptable to him.

"Look at that fool, worship the Temple of Literature only takes three sticks of incense, and the spring exam will not be guaranteed the day after tomorrow!" A few literati who walked by with large bundles of incense in their hands inadvertently glanced at Yue Heng, and saw that his hands were almost empty, and they all laughed.

Yue Heng looked down at the three incense sticks in his hand, and scolded angrily: "Is there a mistake! How can there be a temple of literature where more than forty gods are worshiped at the same time? It's not that I haven't been to the Confucius Temple of Literature and Qu Yuan's ancestral hall on the earth, who doesn't worship only one person in which temple? This Zhongyuan world is too cheating, okay, it's really wonderful!"

He had been in this world for less than five hours, and the owner of this body was a poor man, frail and sickly, and the oil lamp had run out, and his soul had passed through in the early hours of the morning, and it was not easy to integrate the memories of his predecessor.

Two lives, Yue Heng sighed and sighed for a long time, the past belonged to the predecessor, the future will be created by him, searching for memories, he learned that the spring exam of the day after tomorrow must be passed, and today he must worship this wonderful Temple of Literature.

It is not only the Temple of Literature itself that is strange, but also those literati who behave strangely in the incense.

Directly in front, a Pianpian Gongzi is full of style, surrounded by eight bodyguards to block the crowd, followed by carrying a wooden box, full-time incense to light the fire, Pianpian Gongzi just finished worshiping the Fuxi Emperor, the bodyguard drove away the other incense people in front of the statue of King Wen of Zhou on the left hand, so one by one worship, as if this Temple of Literature was built for him, domineering.

In front of the right, a literati wearing dark green robes and uniform gathered together, one person stood in the middle with a peachwood cane, with a bell hanging on it, and the rest of the people held hands, connected into a ring, chanted words in their mouths, and danced at the pace of riding a horse dance.

On the side of the big incense burner in the main hall, a scholar banged his head against the incense burner, and there was a muffled sound in the noisy environment, Yue Heng noticed that his forehead was red and swollen, and there was a trace of blood, every time he hit Yue Heng followed his heartbeat, shrunk his neck once, gasped, and every time he heard the sound of the bell, he felt a pain in his flesh, and it was estimated that if this guy hit it like this again, he would faint.

Sure enough, I saw that the scholar shook his head, rolled his eyes frequently, leaned back as soon as he let go of his hand, and fell down with a click.

In the end, the person who grabbed it looked proud, looked around happily, raised his chin defiantly, and everyone next to him waved his sleeves and scolded angrily, this person grinned, his head tilted back, and then he slammed into it, and the incense burner made a muffled sound again.

"Those who bring bodyguards to incense, those who dance gods, and those who hit the incense burner with their heads...... Are there normal people in this world?"

Yue Heng stood there in a daze, and suddenly felt something pulling his feet, looked down, and was startled.

A man who was dirty all over, his hair was scattered, his hands were black and covered with muddy water, his clothes were torn and he didn't know what to do, and he was tied with a bamboo tube at the back of his neck, and a large bundle of incense was inserted in it...... ...... in the way"

Damn!

Yue Heng hurriedly jumped to the side, what are you doing here?

What for?

Can anyone enter the Temple of Literature? What is the situation of this person? Beggars also want to enter the incense?

It's a pity that when he said these three words, the man seemed to have completely exhausted his strength, rolled his eyes, and fainted.

Out of nowhere, two temple monks quickly rushed out, holding the guest monk's stick and inserting it one by one, as if they had done it thousands of times, the monk's stick accurately pressed under the beggar's armpit, and dragged the person to the corner of the wall like dragging a corpse, where several equally miserable guys were already lying there, and they didn't know whether it was life or death, Yue Heng was shocked to see it.

"Hey, my heart is not sincere! I want to learn 'bow and worship' and 'kowtow', but I can't learn it like this!"

"I think that Chen Dafutang was kneeling on the ground for three hundred miles, his arms were grinding out of the white bones, his waist and abdomen lost four catties of meat, and his heart moved the gods, so he won the first place in the examination of children! Since then, it has been smooth sailing, two years of evaluation of second-level students, three years of third-level bachelors, seven years of promotion to fourth-level Confucianism, and then went to the Demon Beast Mountain Range to fight and hone for ten years and finally became a fifth-level scholar, nearly sixty years old official residence sixth-level auxiliary hall, is the fastest in my Chu country, a model of literati!"

"That is, Mencius said, the heavens will descend on the people, and they must first work hard and work their muscles and bones! Look at this kid's fine skin and tender flesh, his knees are secretly padded with the skin and bones of demon beasts, and the lining of his clothes is extremely clean, and he must not even kneel for three miles!"

"It turns out that opportunism is not good, and the gods are really looking at it, so in the end, this kid lost his efforts and died in front of the hall!"

The literati on the side laughed and showed their contempt, seeing this fainting peer, instead of sympathy, they were accustomed to it, pointing out where the fainted person showed his flaws, and summarized what the correct kowtow method should be.

"Could it be that these three steps and one kowtow are also a feasible way to worship the gods of the Temple of Literature? And they are also students, instead of supporting each other, these people are sneering, is this really good?"

Yue Heng was confused, and when he turned around again, he had to crawl in a few more "corpses" behind the temple gate, and they were struggling to move forward!

"There are really no normal people in this world! Forget it, don't worry about it, the day after tomorrow will take the spring exam, and today I will hold the Buddha's feet temporarily, everyone will hug it, and I can't lag behind!"

Yue Heng said angrily, but with three sticks of incense, he was at a loss again.

Who do you worship?

In fact, before entering the Confucian Temple, the merchant who peddled incense and candles asked strangely, and repeatedly confirmed whether he would only buy three incense sticks, and Yue Heng's shyness in his pocket was also one of the reasons for the embarrassment now.

Just give incense to the first righteous god, but after honoring Emperor Fuxi, you won't be respectful?

King Wen of Zhou, Confucius, Mencius, Qu Yuan, no one is a master to be messed with, they are all famous and famous, and they can publish poems and scriptures for students all over the world to read and practice, and no one can easily offend.

"Wenzong Collection" said that after the first year of divine punishment, these dozens of people enshrined in the Temple of Literature are the beliefs of the literati, in charge of the fortune of the literati in heaven and earth, and the literati must rely on the guidance of the stars of the Fuxi Emperor if they want to stimulate the inner shrine, and the literati must recite a large number of Wenzong classics if they want to conceive into literary runes.

There are gods in the sky, and favoring one over the other will only be bad for cultivation in the future, and worshipping the Temple of Literature is a place to verify the sincerity of all literati, and no one can do it.

Then go back and buy a few sticks of incense?

It is not good to go back, "Wenzong Collection" also said, one day worship Fuxi, lifelong belief in the gods, enter this temple of literature and then go out, that is disrespectful to the gods, at least everything is not going well everywhere frustrated Wenxin dust, heavy is the lack of faith The shrine is broken, and there are too many tragedies who vomit out dozens of taels of blood and die, this is not a joke, there are precedents in the classics!

Today, Yue Heng came to worship the Temple of Literature, but when he first came to this world, he didn't know what the etiquette was, so he made a big joke, he was really worried!

"Childe, look down at your delicate facial features and strange bones......"

Yue Heng was annoyed, he just wanted to turn around and scold, but what came into his eyes was a large handful of incense candles, and the word "roll" was swallowed by him, and he was overjoyed when he looked at the incense candles.

A middle-aged man wearing a melon skin hat, a black robe, two Wang Ba mung bean eyes, a shrewd face, and an obscene/trivial expression, stretched out this handful of incense candles with a smile, and when he smiled, he showed his mouth full of yellow teeth, squeezed his eyes and asked, "Did the son not bring enough incense?"

"That's right!"

Yue Heng nodded again and again, but soon became vigilant again, he was not at ease with everyone in this new world: "So what?"

"Then these will be given to Childe!"

Mung Bean generously stuffed the incense candle into Yue Heng's hand, looked at him with a smile, opened his mouth slightly, licked his tongue around his inner lip, and then rubbed his hands, as if he saw something valuable, how obscene/trivial it was!

Yue Heng was very alert, hesitated for a moment and asked, "How much silver?"

Mung Bean's eyes narrowed even smaller: "Don't take a penny!"

Yue Heng didn't believe that there was such a good thing, and asked, "Don't you have the martial arts of "Rulai Divine Palm" for me?

Mung Bean Eyes smiled: "No, Childe said he laughed." Childe is a literati, this is the Temple of Literature, how do literati practice martial arts?"

Yue Heng scratched his head, there was no pie falling from the sky, this Zhongyuan world was too cheating, but the local indigenous people were no different from the earthlings, looking at the expression of this mung bean eye, he knew that there must be a problem, he didn't want to fall into the way of others in his own confusion, after all, he had only crossed over for two days, and he didn't understand anything.

"Don't!"

Yue Heng stuffed the incense candle back and made a gesture to leave, but Yu Guang still paid attention to the expression of the mung bean eyes.

Mung Douyan was not in a hurry at all, but smiled even more happily, he stretched out his hand to stop, grinned and said: "Childe, stay here, send the incense in the next free gift, and also give you a room card for free accommodation in Zuixian Building for two nights during the spring exam." Don't worry, in Xia Nai Drunken Immortal Building, I like to make talented and intelligent literati friends like Gongzi, and I admire literati the most!"

Spring exam, Drunken Immortal Building, shopkeeper, Yue Heng looked the mung bean eyes up and down again, and probably guessed this person's intentions in his heart.

"Don't dislike the son, just the incense candles and room cards, it is really in the next piece of sincerity, the Emperor Fuxi is above, the blue sky can be learned! You take it, all of them are given to the child, tomorrow night the drunken fairy building, in the next banquet to invite the child, see you or leave!"

With a smile, Mung Bean re-stuffed the incense candle and an iron room card into Yue Heng's arms, respectfully retreated, shouted goodbye, and then turned to leave.

Yue Heng saw that Mung Bean Eye quickly climbed up to a few other helpless literati, took out the incense candle and room card from his arms and looked at it, thought about it for a while, and smiled, he probably guessed the reason why the Mung Bean Eye shopkeeper scolded him.