was able to get the status of a minister in this prison, and Minister Liu was also a smart person. Seeing the prison acting like this, he immediately knew that he had offended someone who should not be offended.

"The subordinates are guilty, and they were bewitched by this splashing skin, which led to this scene, and I hope that the adults will be punished again!"

"Spare your life, my lord!" was stunned to find that Minister Liu had put all the blame on himself, Zhao Pengshan was so frightened that he knelt on the ground, his body trembling.

The prison looked at the son of the wealthy family beside him, and said complimentingly: "Young Master Luo, what do you think should be done with these two bastards. ”

Luo Fu patted Ning Caichen on the shoulder: "I came here to support my brother this time, how to deal with it depends on his opinion." ”

Seeing that everyone's eyes, including the visitors, were looking at him, Ning Caichen looked at the leader of the visitors: "Heaven and earth have righteousness, and they are mixed with manifolds. The lower part is the river mountain, and the upper part is the sun star. Yu people say Haoran, full of gloom. Huanglu when Qingyi, Han and Tuming Court ......"

Listening to his impassioned and dignified voice, feeling the power of the heroic righteousness in the poems, and looking at his white face and tall posture. Everyone was shocked, and their hearts trembled!

Among these people, the most shocked was undoubtedly the leader of the visitors, and under Ning Caichen's shining gaze, the whole person was stupid and stupid. The wound on his chest no longer felt pain, and there was an indescribable heat brewing in his heart, which made him numb, and he couldn't help but roar: "When the poor festival is seen, one by one." In Qi Tai Shi Jian, in Jin Dong Fox Pen. In Qin Zhang Liangshi, in the Han Su Wu Festival. For General Yan's head, for Ji Shizhong's blood ......"

Generous and passionate, the blood of the remaining eight visitors seemed to be ignited in an instant, and they violently tapped their chests with their hands bound by ropes: "For Zhang Suiyang's teeth, for Yan Changshan's tongue." Or for the Liaodong hat, clear the ice and snow. Or for the teacher's table, the ghosts and gods weep strongly. Or to cross the river, generously swallow the hu. ”

The sound was shocking, like thunder, Zhao Pengshan was cold, and he was so frightened that he retreated again and again, incontinent in the crotch of his pants. Minister Liu opened his mouth wide, as if he had been struck by lightning, and when he saw a ghost, his body was stiff and his face was colorless.

Ten people chanted in unison, and the sound was clearly audible in several nearby prisons. Countless prisoners who were unjustly imprisoned and tortured into tricks sang and cried, tears spilling on their clothes: "Or to hit the thief's wat and break the head against the vertical." It is majestic and majestic. When it runs through the sun and the moon, life and death are sufficient. The earth is based on it, and the heavenly pillar is respected. ”

Ten people, twenty people, fifty people, one hundred, three hundred, five hundred, nearly a thousand, all the people trapped in the prison, all shouted and shouted.

Those who knew the song of righteousness sang along with the songs, and those who did not know the songs of righteousness clapped their chests and raised their heads to the sky and howled.

Thousands of people sang together, the sound was like thunder, and the initiator Ning Caichen was stupid, and his eyes were misty leading thousands of people to sing together. With the gradual increase of the voice, the magical wish power from nearly 1,000 people, through the poems sung, converged on Ning Caichen and integrated into the pen of the emperor.

Under the influence of this willingness, the human emperor pen constantly transforms between the illusory and the real, as if it has been refined, and it seems to be transformed into another form. When the shouts of thousands of people reached the highest point, the human emperor's pen turned into a golden rune, drilled into Ning Caichen's upper dantian, sat in the middle, and guarded the soul!

"Bang, bang, bang......" rune into the upper dantian, the golden divine power poured from the upper dantian into the left and right shoulder sockets Jiquan acupoint, and in an instant it broke the acupoint barrier, pouring into the Qingling acupoint of both arms, the divine power was just a pause in the acupoint, and then it was like a bamboo all the way through the left and right arms Shaohai, Lingdao, Tongli, Yin, Shenmen, Shaofu, Shaochong Seven Acupoints, completely penetrating the twelve righteous hands Shaoyin Heart Sutra.

Ning Caichen was awakened by this great change, and at this time, the righteous song had come to an end: "Take care of this, look up at the clouds." I am sad, and the sky is very strong. The philosopher's day is far away, and the punishment is in the past. The wind eaves show books and read, and the ancient road shines in color. ”

After the end of a poem, everyone lost their minds, and this piece of heaven and earth instantly completed the transformation from extremely dry to extremely quiet, and there was silence.

"Please make the decision for us!" After a long time, with tears in his eyes, the leader of the visitors broke free from the rope and fell to his knees and roared.

"Please make the decision for us!" the other eight people wept bitterly, forcibly pulled up the torture pillar wood, and knelt down with the long wood on their backs.

"Please make the decision for us!" Countless cells, countless prisoners, all fell to their knees, shouting and crying bitterly.

Ning Caichen's soul shook, and a force as white as snow, pure and extremely pure, burst out from his body, soared into the sky, and took him into the air.

This is the innate righteousness that can only appear in the legendary Hongru, and it is the most mysterious and powerful force of Confucianism. There is no cultivation method, there is no practice mantra, you can only rely on your own comprehension, and you can be taught by God!

This innate righteousness represents absolute orthodoxy, and with the existence of this righteousness, he will almost become the spiritual leader of Confucianism. From then on, no Confucian scholar in the world can attack Ning Caichen with his conduct, otherwise it will be an insult to the entire Confucianism, and the crime is like deceiving the teacher and destroying the ancestors!

According to historical records, the last time there was innate righteousness on the mainland, it was in the Song Dynasty. The owner of that innate righteousness is the author of the righteousness song, Wen Tianxiang!

People will die, souls will be destroyed, but Haoran righteousness will last forever! Hundreds of years ago, Wen Tianxiang calmly went to his death, facing the south to worship, tens of thousands of people cried for his long song, and ten thousand doors wore filial piety. This innate righteousness is hidden in the hearts of all the people.

At this time, the people's hearts are available, the will is gathered, and the innate righteousness reappears in the world, and Ning Caichen took over the inheritance from Wen Tianxiang.

And the great Confucianism in the world today has a great righteousness, all of which are acquired things, and it is the power of a little bit of cultivation. Between the innate righteousness, there is a difference between orthodoxy and a consciousness inheritance.

Seeing Ning Caichen stepping on the void, emitting holy light on his body, illuminating the universe, and countless people knelt down to worship and call him holy, Luo Fu sat on the ground and muttered: "Good girl, who will dare to say that Lao Tzu has no ability in the future? Who will dare him! Lao Tzu has a saint brother!"

Ning Caichen didn't hear his whispering, his eyes were like electricity, and the power of Confucianism and Taoism was like a mountain and a sea, oppressing Xiang Si Prison and others: "The righteous path is eternal, justice lasts forever, good and evil need to be debated, and merit and demerits need to be cleared." The good are punished, and the wicked are severely punished. Where is the book of guilt, the scholar is to do the holy deeds today. ”

Ning Caichen has no official and no quality, and he is dressed in white, but now he is stepping on the void, like a Confucian saint, and the prison is trembling, how dare he disobey?

The prison secretary crawled and took the guilt book, Ning Caichen sucked it into his hand, and looked down at the nine kneeling visitors: "You have been framed by splashing skin and humiliated by evil officials, you have never done anything illegal, you are not guilty of forgiveness, and you can be released from prison at any time." ”

"Thank you for your grace!" the nine visitors gave a great gift, and they were grateful.

Ning Caichen opened the book of guilt and said loudly: "Who is Niu Yong?"

"Grass people Niu Yong, please return my whiteness!" a skinny, lean man shouted, as if he had been granted amnesty.

Ning Caichen took out the merit jade plaque given by Yan Chixia, refined it with the innate Haoran righteous qi, and emitted a white light to envelop Niu Yong: "Niu Yong, what crime have you committed?"

"The grass people have been framed for murder!" Niu Yong said with bitter tears.

Ning Caichen said: "There is no crime of murder, the crime is a false accusation, and Niu Yong can be forgiven." ”

"This gentleman, you can't do this, Niu Yong's sin has been established and cannot be changed. The prison forcibly endured the palpitations and hurriedly said.

Ning Caichen glanced at him coldly, and already knew the meaning of innate righteousness from the inheritance of consciousness: "Now that there are ten officials and nine Confucians, if you are not satisfied with my approach, let him come to me." I want to see if anyone will deny Haoran's righteousness and deceive the teacher and destroy the ancestors!"

Si Jian wiped the cold sweat on his forehead: "My ancestors, in this world, not only Confucian, but also eunuchs." ”