Although the Confucian Temple is called a temple, it is very different from the temple, and it is more like a clan ancestral hall.

Entering the door is a spacious stone road, and the pines and cypresses on both sides are forested, and the scorching sun is also quiet.

Li Guiyou looked around, and saw that the left and right sides were symmetrical, the layout was rigorous, and the momentum was magnificent, so he couldn't help but nod secretly.

There are special people in this Confucian temple who are responsible for sprinkling and sweeping sacrifices, but because of the previous turmoil, the people here have already fled after receiving the news.

Li Gui'an walked as a car, walked around inside, traveled as a bento, kept walking and watching, and just arrived in front of the Dacheng Palace.

This is the core of the Confucian Temple, which is the name of the "Dacheng Palace", which was given by Huizong of the Song Dynasty.

Just like in the huge Du Fu thatched cottage, there is only one thatched house related to Du Fu, and in this Confucian Temple, only the original location of this Dacheng Hall is related to Confucius.

This was originally the lecture hall of Confucius's former residence, and later generations changed it to the main hall of the Confucian Temple.

An altar is set up in front of this hall, and apricot trees are planted around it, and the whole court is not clean, only green smoke curls.

The statue of the saint Kong is located in this Dacheng hall, and Li Guiju walked into the hall and looked up at this tall saint statue.

This icon sits on a high platform, too tall, wears twelve crowns, wears twelve chapters of royal clothes, and holds the town of Gui, just like the ancient system of the Son of Heaven.

The curtain on it was actually bright yellow satin, embroidered with blue dragon patterns.

On the top of the former wooden master, it is written "the position of the most holy master of Dacheng".

There are still some matching images on both sides of the stage, and Li Ghost doesn't recognize them, and he thinks he is also a sage of Confucianism.

Ghost Li didn't know why, looking at this statue of the saint, he felt extremely dazzling.

He raised his hand and wrote the word "demolition" on the wall, then drew a circle on it, took a few steps back and looked at it again, and felt much more pleasing to the eye.

Ghost Li hooked his fingers, and the guards who followed him closely behind him came over.

Ghost Li pointed to the statue of the Confucian saint with his hand, and the guards naturally understood, and with a wave of his hand, he called a group of sergeants and ordered:

"Tear them all down for me!"

Then the guards raised their swords and spears, and came up to pry the icons.

"I can't help it!"

"I can't help it!"

A shriveled old man, out of nowhere, ran over to this place out of breath.

Looking at his clothes, wearing a green shirt, although clean, he has been washed and white, obviously he is also a poor sour, but looking at his physique, he knows that he should also be a sour talent.

He hurriedly ran into the temple, stopped in front of the holy icon, bowed to the Li ghost, and persuaded:

"If the king wants gold and silver, then the Confucian Mansion is everywhere, let the king pick it up."

"If the king wants to do the right thing for the sky, then the Confucian family deserves it, and let the king kill."

"If the king feels that killing is not enjoyable enough, there are many descendants of the Kong family, and the king can kill as much as he wants, even if he starts killing the old man."

"But this saint statue can't speak, and it won't do evil, and it won't hinder the king from becoming the emperor in the future, what will the king do to demolish him?"

"This Confucian temple has a history of 1,000 years, and it is not only owned by the Confucian family, but also a treasure shared by all the scholars in the world, but it really can't be demolished!"

This Confucian Temple is only afraid that ordinary people will not be allowed to come in, and this poor sour person is afraid that he has never been here once, but even so, under the premise that he saw that the Confucian Temple had an accident and everyone else ran away, he actually dared to run over to protect it, which shows that he is also a loyal believer in Confucianism.

For this kind of guy who is so firm in his belief that he is not even afraid of death, Li Ghost doesn't bother to pay attention to it at all, let alone explain anything to him.

Ghost Li nodded, "Hmm, what you said makes sense. ”

As soon as the smile on the old man's face showed a hint, he saw Ghost Li hook his fingers, and he felt that his two arms were erected, his feet left the ground, and the whole person quickly moved away from Ghost Li's position.

"Hey...... Ay...... Let me down, you let me down! ”

"That icon really can't be demolished......"

The old man was taken away from afar, still shouting hoarsely, and his voice was still faintly heard.

The funny thing is that the old man didn't understand at all, the more he would rather abandon his life than let Ghost Li dismantle the statue of the saint, the more Ghost Li had to demolish the statue of the saint.

The more people like him, the more necessary it is to tear down this statue of the saint.

The power of the idol is too strong, this image must not be kept!

Without the old man's interference, a group of soldiers went up to work with the guys.

But something strange happened.

Everyone at the scene was a bit bold, and they didn't have any mercy when they killed the saint's descendants before, but now, somehow, they were glared at by the dignified and solemn eyes of the saint, and their spirits were a little trance, and they were a little frightened, and they didn't dare to start.

Obviously, the guy who raised his hand high, but when he fell and exerted force, he was soft and powerless.

At first, everyone thought it was an accident, but after repeated times, everyone was shocked.

"Brother, this saint statue has appeared!"

"Otherwise, let's not tear it down!"

"!" Ghost Li glared at him and decided to play himself.

He strode up to the statue and grabbed the base of the statue with one hand and the waist of the statue with the other.

Who knew that the saint seemed to be alive, he glared at a glance, and a sense of majesty and solemnity arose in Ghost Li's heart, just like a wage earner saw the boss, and a high school student saw the head teacher, and his hands and feet softened unconsciously.

"Huh?"

Ghost Li couldn't help but be stunned, and was very interested in this saint statue.

He let go of his hand and circled around the statue of the saint, and after carefully examining it for a long time, he did not find anything unusual about the statue of the saint.

"There's something about this thing!"

Li Ghost sighed, stood still again, held the saint statue with both hands, and exerted his strength again.

Sure enough, that feeling struck again, but this time Ghost Li had already been prepared and put the blue and red luck in his body up.

With a bang, the two-color qi luck burned, but the pressure on Ghost Li's spirit was relaxed, and he was no longer affected by this strange power.

Without this pressure, Ghost Li just lifted the saint statue with a slight force.

Ghost Li laughed and threw the saint statue in his hand outward.

The statue of the saint flew straight out of the main hall and slammed down on the square in front of the temple.

It was originally a wood carving clay sculpture, but how strong can it be?

With a "click", the statue of the saint shattered into three or four pieces, separated its head and body, and rolled out on the ground.

A golden qi of luck spontaneously arose in the holy icon, broke through the air and threw itself into the main hall, and fell into the body of Ghost Li.

"Yo he, it's a baby!"

Ghost Li was overjoyed, and he didn't check the use of the golden luck, but smashed several holy statues accompanying the attendants on both sides of the hall.

But it's a pity that maybe the luck of these holy icons is all gathered together, and Ghost Li tosses around, but he never gets any luck.

Ghost Li took a chance and smashed all the holy statues in this Confucian temple, but he still got nothing.

Since this statue of the saint can provide luck, can other statues of Buddhism and Taoism also provide luck?

So Li Gui simply demolished the large and small temples and Taoist temples in Qufu City, and destroyed the statues of Buddha, Bodhisattva, and Daojun.

I don't know if it's the reason why these local temples and Taoist temples are not thriving, and Li Ghost still has nothing.

In addition to regretting, Ghost Li also aroused curiosity, wondering if the Buddha statues and god statues in the famous mountains and rivers and the Bodhisattva dojo could provide luck.

The outline is to make Confucius Mansion the final boss, and the chaotic Shandong in the name of the volume is actually the battle between Liangshan and Confucius.

A little bit of friction in the ordinary, then it got bigger and bigger, and finally it broke out at the end of the volume, killing Yanzhou and slaughtering the Confucian Mansion.

But when I wrote it, I found that I didn't think about it at the beginning, and Confucius couldn't support the boss of this volume.

Because although the influence of Confucius is great, it is not supported by force, and it is silent and strange, and there is no magic of Taoism and Buddha, it is a castle in the air.

Those frictional plots are simply untenable, so they are directly brushed aside.

(End of chapter)