Xu Mochen didn't know that among the students behind him, there were enemies lurking.

But he still kept his vigilance, after all, all the immortal cultivators around him, who knows what kind of moths they will do.

According to the process, he had to incense the statue of the saint to show the emperor's importance to Wendao.

This is also Xu Mochen's idea, as for the saints and the like, it is actually just a form for him.

What he wants is to open up the wisdom of the people of the great cadres.

Of course, the opening of people's wisdom also means possible changes in the social and political structure in the future.

But this step must be taken.

Xu Mochen pinched the incense, lit it and inserted it in the incense burner, and when the ceremony was over, he stepped aside under the guidance of the master of ceremonies.

The Confucian Temple here in Qiqu Treasure Land is very large, occupying a small half of the mountain, and there is no problem at all to accommodate thousands of people.

The statue of the saint is also about ten meters high.

The face was lifelike, Xu Mochen looked at it a few times, and suddenly felt a little familiar, and he didn't know if it was an illusion.

The words of the saint are said to have been out of the world for a long time, and he has been a figure for nearly a thousand years.

He retreated quietly, and the next thing was the representative of the students, Ouyang Yongren, the current champion, who came up to offer incense and read the oath.

In addition to the newly selected students, there are also many inmates of the Guozijian, and it can be said that the talented elites of the whole country are basically here.

Ouyang Yongren's face was as usual, he took a steady step, lit incense, came to the statue of the saint, and planted it steadily.

Immediately, he saluted Xu Mochen, and when he was done, he stood up and took out a scroll to unfold.

Inside this scroll is an article written by him and carefully carved out after many students' discussions.

It represents the direction of Wendao in the future.

Ouyang Yongren glanced at everyone, his eyes fell on the scroll, and began to read.

Every time he reads a sentence, thousands of students also recite it.

The entire Qiqu Treasure Land reverberates with the voices of the students.

Gradually, this group of thousands of students felt the words of the sage, and there was a trace of civility on their bodies.

These literary qi are intertwined with each other, forming a whirlpool in the sky above the Temple of Literature.

Even a layman like Xu Mochen, who is not a grammar sect, couldn't help but feel a trace of awe in his heart.

This is the power of Wendao, which can dominate people's hearts and influence the whole country.

The recitation, which lasted for half an hour, gradually came to an end.

Ouyang Yongren also slowly smiled, he slowly closed the scroll, and said the last sentence.

"This is ...... The words of the saints! ”

As soon as the words came out, it was like a boulder falling into a calm pool, and the ripples spread out when it landed.

All the students, in this wave of ripples, were all stunned.

The time has come!

Xu Mochen immediately waved out his sleeve robe, and a yellow light flashed in front of him, which was the power of the "reverse" of the ten sins that he had just comprehended.

This light shrouded him, Tang Derun beside him, and the three brothers and sisters of the Dragon Clan, resisting Ouyang Yongren's words.

The mutation was prominent, and no student reacted, as the champion of the dynasty, he actually dared to make a move at the ceremony.

The five big characters of "The Sage's Text" are like huge chains, locking all students.

Even the Ministry of Rites and the officials who accompanied them all lost their ability to control themselves.

Wendao locks the heart, locks the soul and locks the god, Ouyang Yongren's last words and words come from here.

Mi Xuan saw through it at a glance: "You ...... power like this"

There is only one possibility to be able to control all the students today, or the immortal cultivators who have come into contact with the saint and the human path in one sentence.

"You're a saint!" Mi Luo also shouted.

Several of them are also from the Grammar Sect, if it weren't for Xu Mochen's timely move, it is estimated that they would have been controlled by Ouyang Yongren now.

Xu Mochen's face was calm, and he stared at his opponent: "Zhuangyuanlang, what do you want to do." ”

"Champion Lang," Ouyang Yongren smiled, "Your Majesty, just a champion, do you think you can satisfy the deity." ”

Indeed, if you are facing a saint, the champion is a yarn.

"It seems that you have been waiting for this day for a long time," Xu Mochen was secretly on guard, "What you aimed at at the first time was this time. ”

"That's right," Ouyang Yongren smiled, "This matter is our Wendao matter, and it has little to do with Your Majesty, so please don't interfere with Your Majesty."

Besides, the students here are all immortal cultivators, but in fact, if they have problems, the deity thinks it is a good thing for His Majesty. ”

Xu Mochen also smiled: "What you say is very reasonable." ”

"Your Majesty," Mi Xuan was anxious, "Your Majesty thinks twice!"

The elite students of the Ten Directions World, if there is a mistake here, Your Majesty will not be able to escape the blame. ”

Xu Mochen also nodded when he heard this: "Ouyang Sage, you see what he said also makes sense." ”

Ouyang Yongren was not angry: "Dragon Clan, your sea is already big enough, do you even have to take care of land affairs?"

The deity also told the truth that today's events are imperative, and those who stand in my way will die. ”

As he spoke, he waved his hand, and among the group of students, a figure rushed into the sky.

Xu Mochen could see it clearly, it was the third Tanhua Zhou Sheng.

That Zhou Sheng turned around in the air and turned into a red robe, he floated in mid-air, and his feet stepped on the literary tone: "Your Majesty, since the last fight, it's been a long time." ”

"It's you!" Xu Mochen took a step forward, "You stole the literary qi, in fact, for the sake of the saint?" ”

"That's right," Zhou Sheng, the red-robed man, spread his hands, "What you want, Your Majesty can't give it, but the saint can give it, what do you say I should do." ”

Xu Mochen clenched his fists.

Ouyang Yongren faced the emperor, but he didn't panic, just lightly ordered: "This side of the deity is coming to block, you can start over there." ”

Zhou Sheng smiled "haha", he waved his hands, and dozens of small jade bottles appeared beside him.

The lid of the small jade bottle flew open, and wisps of Wen Qi came out of it.

This is the temperament of the scholars and immortal cultivators he extracted at the beginning.

The Wen Qi emanated from the small bottle, mixing with the Wen Qi that was already above the Temple of Literature, forming a huge whirlpool.

Ouyang Yongren looked at Xu Mochen and didn't turn back, he flipped his left hand, and a book appeared in the palm of his hand: "The literary qi gathers, the fish leaps into the dragon gate!" ”

I saw that the book was shining brightly, and countless ink characters flew out and fell on those student officials who were fixed.

After these words were submerged, the group of students seemed to have a sense, and their bodies were glowing, and then lines of various words appeared.

These words are all condensed by the students' literary atmosphere.

The literary spirit of thousands of people surged towards the sky above the Confucian Temple, and Zhou Sheng, who was in mid-air, quickly sealed his hands and shouted: "The literary spirit is soaring to the sky and opening the cloud gate!" ”

The huge Wen Qi was urged, and it rushed to the sky with a blowout, and a long "buzz" sound was heard, and a door faintly appeared in the sky.

And here, in Ouyang Yongren's book, a koi fish flew out, getting bigger and bigger, like a small boat, swimming towards the sky along the river formed by the gathering of literary energy.

Ouyang Yongren laughed, and the whole person stepped firmly on the back of the fish: "Thank you, Your Majesty, the deity has taken his leave!" ”

(End of chapter)