"Yang Xian, you...... You can't kill me!"

Ouyang Wenzhong was held in mid-air by Yang Xian's neck, his body was thrown around in the air, and blood kept flowing out of his mouth. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

He raised his eyelids and looked at Yang Xian with blank eyes, and hissed: "I am also a generation of Wenzong, if you kill me, it will be an enemy of the entire Confucian sect, and when the world is so big, there will be no place for you!"

Yang Xianzheng was carrying Ouyang Wenzhong and striding towards the temple of the Confucian Temple, and when he heard this, he glanced at Ouyang Wenzhong in his hand, and sneered: "Enemies of the entire Confucian sect? You are a servile and humble person, and you are also worthy of being called a Confucian sect? A good person does not do it, but is willing to be a dog, and dares to call himself a Confucian disciple?"

He said as he walked, and in a blink of an eye, he had arrived at the door of a large hall, and with a casual throw, "poof", Ouyang Wenzhong had already been thrown into the main hall by him.

The statue of the god enshrined in this hall is the holy image of the first generation of Confucianism, the holy elephant sits upright, wears a comb crown, holds a wat board, and looks majestic.

When Ouyang Wenzhong fell from the main hall, just before passing by the holy icon, he crushed the wat board in the hand of the holy elephant with a "click", and when he landed, his knees just knelt on the futon in front of the holy elephant, and his head involuntarily knocked to the horizontal wood in front of the futon, and he picked up a bag from the boss.

"Yang Xian, you...... Your sin for damaging the icon is not small!"

Ouyang Wenzhong shook his head to the ground, his body was so soft that he couldn't raise his head no matter what, the blood foamed in his mouth, and he scolded with a whimper: "You dare to destroy the holy elephant of my Confucian ancestor, it is really a great rebellion and a chaotic Confucian!"

Yang Xian stepped into the main hall at this time, looked at the holy elephant in front of him, and sneered: "I, the ancestor of Confucianism, don't hold a book and sword in my hand, what do you do with this bullshit wat board?

flew up and kicked Ouyang Wenzhong, a wave of energy came out, and shouted: "Qingzhou has been in drought for many years, the people have been displaced, you don't want to ask for life for the people to help the victims, but drink and have fun all day long, linger in the Qinglou, and even dare to call yourself a Confucian disciple, you wait for the theory of science, is this what you have learned?"

Ouyang Wenzhong was forced by his strength to tremble suddenly, and then his head involuntarily knocked on the ground one after another, "bang bang bang" knocked the horizontal wood in front of him and shook it continuously, and sawdust flew one after another.

After Yang Xian cursed, he raised his foot and stomped on the wat board that fell to the ground.

He glanced at Ouyang Wenzhong, who was constantly knocking on the crosswood, "In vain, it is called loyalty and filial piety, but in fact pigs and dogs are not as good! If you say loyalty, who are you loyal to? Is it the Great Zhou Dynasty, or the people of the world? Hmm? So many people have died in Qingzhou, why don't you wait to save a single life?"

"Bang bang bang", Ouyang Wenzhong still kept kowtowing, the big bag on his head had been smashed, and blood kept splashing.

Although he had the intention to stop, a true qi in his body controlled his whole body, making him like a marionette, having to mechanically repeat the forward strike, without the power to resist.

Yang Xian sneered, "Filial piety? Who are you filial to? Are you the children of your clan, or your parents and relatives? Smoking people's fat and people's ointment to worship your parents and parents, and calling it filial piety to the outside world! Where do you put the people of the world? You also have the face to say the word 'filial piety'!"

The more he spoke, the more angry he became, and he kicked out again, Ouyang Wenzhong's head was like a flock of chickens pecking rice, the speed of kowtowing accelerated a few points, and the blood on his head stained the horizontal wood red for a long time, dripping down along the wooden pillar.

"Yang Xian, spare me!"

Ouyang Wenzhong's head frequently knocked forward, and he hissed and howled: "Everyone is a Confucian disciple, how can you humiliate me like this?"

Yang Xian snorted coldly: "I asked you to kneel and worship the ancestor holy elephant in the door, how can it be considered humiliating?"

Ouyang Wenzhong was speechless.

In the sound of "bang, bang", Yang Xian looked at the side of the hall.

On both sides of the statue of the ancestor of Confucianism, there are also three rows of smaller statues, three people on the left, three people on the right, a total of nine people on both sides, the statue of the whole hall plus the ancestor of Confucianism, but it is a total of ten people, take the meaning of the great consummation.

Yang Xian set his eyes on the first statue on the left, and saw that this first statue had long eyebrows and long beards, white skin, green robe and body, feet and cloud shoes, holding a wat board, and a solemn face.

Only this person is open, and he has a dignified appearance, extraordinary appearance, not comparable to ordinary people, and when people see it, they will have a good feeling and respect.

looked down, but saw that the tablet in front of this person was written with "Ancestor Zhu Pingzixi Divine Position" with several gold powder characters.

"Good! good!"

Yang Xian looked at the statue in front of him and sneered, "My Confucian sect has been passed down for thousands of years, and only the Confucian sages of the same era as the ancestors are worshipped in the Confucian temples of the past dynasties, and I will never dare to add the statues of future generations in vain." Your science is very tight, remove the position of sub-saint, and put Zhu Zixi here!"

His voice turned cold, like ice for thousands of years, "I think you might as well simply remove the holy image of the ancestor and put the statue of Zhu Zixi in the middle!"

"Bang Bang Bang"

What answered him was Ouyang Wenzhong's continuous kowtow.

Yang Xian's eyes swept over the statue of Zhu Zixi, looked to the side, and found that the second statue was also surnamed Zhu, and the words "Sage Zhu Kaowen became a god" were written.

Yang Xian was even more annoyed when he saw it, "This Zhu Kao Zhu Wencheng is the son of Zhu Zixi, and he was also placed in the main hall!"

He looked at the third statue, but saw that the third statue was also surnamed Zhu, and it was written with the words "Ancestor Zhu Gu Xiuwen Divine Position".

"Zhu Xiuwen is Zhu Zixi's grandson, Zhu Kao's son, and now he is also placed in the main hall for worship!"

After seeing the three statues, Yang Xian was furious, "The three generations of ancestors and grandchildren have all been placed in the main hall of the Temple of Literature to accept the worship of all the people, it is really a big face!"

looked at the three statues and snorted coldly: "Since you like to be worshiped so much, then you should also be worshiped by me!"

He sneered a few times, and suddenly bent down to salute the three Zhu family statues in front of him, "Three saints, please accept Yang Mou's worship!"

"Boom!"

When he bent down to salute, the three holy elephants on the opposite side shook violently at the same time, and they all leaned back violently, and when Yang Xian's back was bent down, and halfway through the worship, the statue of Zhu Xiuwen in the innermost part exploded into mud powder in the sky with a "boom", and then Zhu Wencheng's statue also turned into powder, only Zhu Zixi's statue couldn't help but tremble.

Although the entire idol is peeling off and has fallen back into a flat state, it still exists.

It wasn't until Yang Xian's forehead was pressed against his knees that after the salute was completely completed, the statue of Zhu Zixi, who had completely fallen down on the opposite side, could no longer bear it and turned into a pile of ash powder silently.

Yang Xian slowly got up after a week, "The evil demon is outside, nothing more than that!"

At this moment, there was a loud "click", but Ouyang Wenzhong had already broken the horizontal log in front of him into two.