The revival of Wenshu was alarmed by the Confucian leader. Many people in the Great Shang Dynasty felt the violent fluctuations in literary spirit.

"Hehe!"

A very far away from the Confucian Temple, a sound like a night owl suddenly came out from the air. With a swelling sound, black smoke rolled, and a huge human figure like a bat appeared in the darkness. The scarlet eyes stared at the direction of the Confucian Temple, spinning non-stop.

"It's the breath of that thousand-year-old literary tree. The revival of the literary tree is not good for our ghost clan lurking in the human world. Who did this? No, I have to report to the prince quickly!"

The strange figure shook his wings and turned into a rolling black smoke, shooting towards the distance like a rainbow. As he flew out, a heavy object fell heavily from the air and smashed into the ground.

Deep in the Great Shang Palace, light and shadow moved, and a tall figure quietly walked out of the darkness and stood on the high city wall.

In the night, energy surged like a tide. The figure opened and closed, and the heavy night faded in an instant. The Confucian Temple in the distance was as dazzling as the scorching sun in the capital.

"When did Confucianism produce such a person? It can actually do things that even the masters and leaders of Confucianism cannot do, and enlighten the dead Wenshu?"

"Is this a sign of prosperity in the literary world? Come and check me what happened in the Confucian Temple."

The man suddenly spoke.

"yes!"

In the darkness, secret auras emerged and then quickly dissipated like birds and beasts.

Not only that, in the entire Da Shang capital, southeast, west and north, there were majestic auras like mountains and seas, paying attention to the ancient Confucian Temple and the vigorous vitality emitted by the literary trees from all directions.

Undercurrents surge in the night.

However, Chen Shaojun didn't know that as the initiator and the center of the storm, Chen Shaojun had already returned to his wing room and slept in a wardrobe.

"I don't know how my father is?"

Chen Shaojun looked up at the roof of the wing room and suddenly remembered his father.

The stars change, and a night passes.

At the same time, the other end of the Great Shang Dynasty capital.

A golden hall standing high among the mountains floated out a breath of solidity. Looking closely, there were actually small fonts like flys on this aura, and the moment I saw these fonts, my whole spirit was shocked and my expression was refreshed.

Around this golden hall, every ten feet, there is a mottled stone tablet, standing straight on the outside of the golden hall like a guardian. Looking closely, the stone tablet was filled with inscriptions from some saints, and a faint pressure of literary spirit overflowed from it, rushing towards the golden hall, forming an invisible barrier.

The bronze inscriptions are lingering in spirit, the hundreds of holy dynasties are written!

In the Great Shang Dynasty, only the Wenzong Hall would have such a move, using the inscriptions of the saints as the invisible protective cover of the hall. Ordinary scholars passed by and realized that they would increase their literary spirit. However, if they had bad intentions and evil spirits, they would force out the black gas belonging to the evil spirit in front of this solid literary spirit, forming a long-lasting black mark on their body.

And the hall in front of you is the famous Sansheng Temple!

In the hall, the literary spirit lingers, floats gently, and is extremely quiet.

Just above, a statue of Confucius, like a god, staring at everything in the hall, staring at the center of the hall, a thin figure sitting cross-legged on the cushion. The figure looked a little old, as if he had never moved, and there was a layer of dust around him, without any footprints. His hair was a little messy, and it seemed that he hadn't been tidied for a long time, his eyes were even tightly closed, his breathing was long, and he looked like he was asleep.

Looking closely, his face was actually one or two minutes similar to Chen Shaojun, and he was Chen Shaojun's father, Chen Zongxi.

"Sage Zi Ju, the disciple is not talented and fails to carry forward this school, which makes this school even more shameful. I hope that the Saint Zi Ju is responsible for his disciples, as long as..., as long as the disciple's descendant Chen Shaojun can live well, the disciple is willing to bear everything."

Chen Zongxi's dry and cracked lips moved slightly, murmuring in a sound that only he could hear.

Since entering the Temple of the Three Provinces, Chen Zongxi has already developed ambitions of life and death and has made all preparations.

Life and death are small, but reputations are big.

As a Confucian and Taoist scholar, he respects the teachings of Confucius's masters all his life. Once his reputation is a loss and he is deprived of Confucianism, it is like a thick ink polluted in clear water. For Confucian and Taoist scholars, they have no face to live in the world, and the rest are only to show their ambitions by death.

Chen Zongxi was not concerned about death and was not afraid. The one who really couldn't let him go was the youngest son who was only fifteen years old outside the temple.

Although the child was dull and could not read articles since he was a child, no matter how he taught him, he could not improve his knowledge and not even improve his literary talent, which disappointed Chen Zongxi. However, after all, he was his own child, so how could he let go of it easily?

"Jun'er, you have such qualifications. You can't force yourself to be a father. You don't want to be a father to be a famous person. Everyone in the world knows it and only seeks peace. After the rest of your life, you can only rely on yourself. Take care of everything."

"squeak!--"

With a slow sound of opening the door, a dazzling light penetrated into the Temple of the Three Provinces, alarming countless smoke and dust in the Temple of the Three Provinces, and spreading it. The beam of sunlight passed through the heavy space and finally shone on the brown futon in the center of the hall, a man who looked old but had an extremely tall body.

"Is it finally time?"

Chen Zongxi opened his eyes slightly, looked at his shadow reflected by the sunlight on the ground, and murmured. He did not look back, nor did he move.

It has been three months since then, and the matter of the crown prince has been settled. Once he is involved in the royal party dispute, he is destined to be unable to escape easily. Chen Zongxi raised his head, without any luck, and just waited silently for the final judgment.

Just then, outside the hall, a calm voice came in:

"Chen Zongxi, the court has already reviewed the matter of the crown prince. The son was just accused of falsely and has nothing to do with this matter. Since that is the case, you no longer have to stay here and can leave!"

"What?"

Hearing this sentence, Chen Zongxi was slightly stunned. His body, which had not been moved, finally turned around in disbelief. A thick layer of dust fell from his body, confusing the scene in front of him. He could only look at the figure outside the hall through the heavy smoke and dust.

Chen Zongxi never thought that when he was ready to show his ambition to death, this major case in the court would have such a big reversal.

"How could it be, what happened?"

Chen Zongxi's lips trembled and he finally couldn't help but say.

"The crown prince was already in danger, but not long ago, it was said that an old miracle doctor entered the palace and cured the crown prince."

"The doctor later asked Your Majesty to investigate the matter thoroughly. Your Majesty was very happy and approved his request. He also issued an imperial edict to order the three departments to conduct a trial and re-investigate all the files. It has been found that many of the rebels who were imprisoned were just implicated, and the same was true for your eldest son Chen Zhengche."

"Chen Ru, everything has been found out now. Go back and reunite with your family."

After saying this, the figure turned around and left.

In the main hall, Chen Zongxi stood there, motionless for a long time.

"Thank you for your forgiveness, my disciple Chen Zongxi bid farewell to the saint!"

After a long time, Chen Zongxi combined his hands and knelt down to the statue of Confucius in the hall. Then his clothes fluttered and he finally walked out of the hall.

At the same time, a young figure was covered in scars and followed him out of the gate of the Ministry of Justice.

...

Time passes slowly, in the Confucian Temple.

Chen Shaojun did not go to the library as usual, but sat upright in his room without moving.

There was a book in front of him, and the book was opened, but his eyes were not focused on the book here.

——He has already finished reading this book.

At this moment, his attention was completely focused on his mind.

In the depths of his mind, a golden sutra page was floating and rolling.

It was what Wen Shu gave him when he was revived.

These days, the Confucian Temple has been bustling with countless students coming, crowding under the Wen Tree, studying the scriptures on the body and leaves of Wen Tree, and even a lot of masters have come.

However, Chen Shaojun did not join in the fun.

First, Chen Shaojun didn't want too many people to pay attention, second, Wenshu revived and grew up again, his consciousness had already fallen into a deep sleep, and it was impossible for him to communicate with Wenshu.

Moreover, although Wenshu contains many mysteries, the biggest treasure, the golden sutra page in Chen Shaojun's mind, has been given to him long ago.

However, Chen Shaojun also discovered that for some reason, although the golden sutra page was full of words, he could not see the words on it clearly at all. All the words were vague, as if a layer of water was poured on it.

"This should be because I don't have enough cultivation and can't see the above content."

Chen Shaojun studied for a few days and probably understood.

Although he has already achieved great success in Wenqi Erdou, considering that although the golden book page was given by Wenshu, it is likely to be related to Xun Sheng. His cultivation level is insufficient, so it is not surprising that he cannot see the content on the sutra page.

However, despite this, Chen Shaojun has also discovered a new ability of the Golden Juvenile Page in the past few days.
Chapter completed!