V2.Chapter 180

A vision suddenly appeared in the sky above the imperial capital, attracting tens of thousands of people to empty alleys. Thousands of Han people all looked up at the direction of the Wang Dynasty Academy.

Liu Hao was full of enthusiasm, flicked his sleeves, summoned the real dragon, and immediately rode the dragon straight to Wang Chao Xue Palace.

Since the establishment of the Heaven Realm, the background has become increasingly rich, and today's Ruixiang has just now, so it is naturally not to be missed.

Dynasty Academy.

The ancient bell rang majestically, and the ancient sages chanted sutras, which came from above the sky and spread to everyone's ears, which was deafening.

"Words are like martial arts. Every move and style of martial arts has momentum, and so does writing."

"The virtue of essays is infused with energy and spirit, which is reasonable. Compared with martial arts, it is not inferior at all. If the essays of sages are full of energy, filling the heaven and the earth, we scholars, after getting rid of distracting thoughts, use the spirit in our eyes. I can't see it, but I feel it in my heart. Today, with my voice, I will open the gate of heaven for scholars all over the world..."

Xunzi's crown is slow, his eyes are full of divine light, and he speaks slowly. His back is rickety when he is old, but his voice is like a dragon's chant. The shock also caused a strange enlightenment in the hearts of those who heard the sound.

After the turmoil in the ancient times, the sages fell, and the inheritance of literature and Taoism gradually declined. Thousands of people did not have a sage of literature.

The evolution of order, the ruthless rules of survival, and the way of heaven have formed invisible shackles, imprisoning people's thoughts, making it difficult for poor families to produce noble children!

But after Liu Hao became a trio, and then Qi Wendao practiced, gradually there was a sign of revival.

After Xunzi led Confucianism into the Han Dynasty in the Great Qin World, he did not hold any official position in the Dynasty, but entered the Dynasty Academy and became the manager of thousands of classics.

After several years of seclusion, he didn't care about world affairs. This wise old man who has insight into the world has read thousands of ancient books, and finally integrated the wisdom of several worlds to form a family statement.

Today, it can be said that it has been accumulated for a long time, and the preaching in the palace has attracted the resonance of the ancestors.

"Promoting a sage of literature and Taoism is like promoting a warrior to a god on land. He will be robbed by heaven, and Xunzi's physical body is getting old and can't survive..."

Liu Hao's face changed several times, and he finally sighed. He knew that this Confucian sage, who was called "Zi" by scholars all over the world, was doomed to perish today.

Knowing that he was doomed to fall, Xunzi would not stop his footsteps. He wanted to burn himself to fulfill righteousness, and to open the closed path of literary cultivation for scholars all over the world.

This is tantamount to going against the way of heaven, how hard it is, the invisible shackles transformed by the way of heaven imprisoned Xunzi's spirit, trying to completely wipe out his mind and body.

"Hey! Let me help you."

Liu Hao sighed softly, took out that glorious divine emblem from Qiankun World, and lightly shattered it.

This is an artifact of the Holy See's layout in the west that condenses the power of the common people. It contains the purest spiritual power in the world. It can make the Pope of the Holy See become a half-human and half-god from a mortal body, and it can also make Xunzi know the destiny from old age. Become a sage of literature and Taoism.

Tens of thousands of light spots are like fireflies, flying into the air, and finally converge into Xunzi's acupuncture points.

Absorbing this pure energy, Xunzi spewed divine brilliance all over his body, and dense light spots scattered in the air, as if countless gods were chanting and chanting sutras, emitting a radiant light that illuminated the blue sky.

At this moment, Xunzi's hunched back suddenly straightened, and his originally thin body suddenly became taller, and he chanted loudly:

"Today, pass on the meaning of the Five Classics to the sages, teach the emperor's art, and teach the world."

"As a scholar, you should have integrity, write the spring and autumn with pen and ink, and fight back ten thousand enemies!"

"Cultivate the text and enter the court, accept the favor of the emperor, serve the country, and do what the ministers do!"

"A gentleman cultivates his heart without being good at sincerity, and there is nothing else to do with sincerity."

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"When the Holy Emperor is on the throne, Wu Dao prospers, Wen Dao prospers, and humanity prospers."

Following Xunzi's long chants, the ancient bell in the Dynasty Academy continued to ring.

The Confucian scholars present, being baptized by the vast light of Wen Dao, were all intoxicated, and suddenly realized, as if they had sensed the spirit of ancient Wen Dao saints, felt that kind of awe-inspiring momentum, that kind of greatness that cannot be expressed in words!

"Life and death are good, humanity is complete, old minister, thank you for your majesty's completion."

The sage's chants stopped abruptly, and Xunzi's body gradually disappeared, turning into countless lights and shadows, dissipating in the sky and the earth, but that mighty voice was deafening, echoing in everyone's ears all the time.

Opening the gate of Wen Dao Tian, ​​this move will benefit the younger generations who study, but it can be said to go against the sky, and naturally it will suffer from the catastrophe of heaven.

Today, all the sages are attracted, and Xunzi has exhausted all his energy.

The pure energy in the divine emblem was exhausted, and in the end it only protected Xunzi's soul, but failed to protect Xunzi's body. That awe-inspiring literary spirit was thrown into the palace of the dynasty.

With his cultivation base and mastering all kinds of incredible secret techniques, it is not difficult to bring people who have just died back to life, but right now he is unable to reshape a flesh and blood body.

"Xunzi's awe-inspiring literary spirit inspired hundreds of ancient sages to sing together, breaking the shackles of heaven, and his thoughts are immortal, and they will live forever in the world. After accepting the belief and thoughts of millions of people, they may not be able to shape human bodies..."

After being silent for a while, Liu Hao sighed softly, and said, "Order the Ministry of Industry to cast a statue of Xunzi and stand it in the Academy for future generations to look up to."

Xunzi is the only one who can be called a "zi" among scholars in the world.

Fu Nian, Chu Nangong, Yan Lu and others stood in the palace of the Dynasty Academy with tears in their clothes, silent for a long time.

They have already felt the spirit of Xunzi, seeing through life and death, for the sake of literature, for the common people, even the way of life and death.

Since Confucius traveled around the world with one person and one horse, and had three thousand disciples under his disciples, all the people in the world admired him. Today, Xunzi sacrificed his life to open the gate of literature and Taoism for the people of the world. This spirit is also worthy of admiration.

Zhang Liang, one of the youngest Qijue great military advisers, put down the scroll in his hand, looked up at the sky, and his heart was surging.

Han Fei and Li Si are both Xunzi's disciples, and have inherited Xunzi's spirit. Although they are not in the imperial capital at this time, they feel something in their hearts. They both put down everything, walked to the window, and worshiped silently in the direction of the Dynasty Academy. . ....