The Confucius Ancestral Hall is the most important academic hall in Jiangdu Province. Now there is a fire burning inside, and the whole ancestral hall is indescribably weird. Many students are watching from a distance, and the discussion is quite noisy.
When encountering such a strange thing, everyone's heart was in their throats. Seeing Dean Meng running from a distance, the students seemed to have found a backbone, and they ran towards Dean Meng involuntarily one by one.
Standing outside the Kong Sheng Ancestral Hall, Dean Meng's face had completely turned black. He saw green flames inside, clinging to every corner of the ancestral hall. The place where the Holy God was originally seemed to have become a cemetery on a mass grave. No.
After thinking more, Dean Meng immediately ordered: "Get the torch quickly and burn this place down."
Isn't this old man crazy? He actually dared to burn down the Confucius Temple? That is a holy place in the hearts of scholars. Burning it with fire would destroy the faith of the entire Jiangdu scholars. It was like thunder that suddenly opened the sky. Listen to
Dean Meng wanted to burn the Confucius Temple, and the students who were watching could only express their confusion with loud noises.
An old master from the Provincial School brought a torch from nowhere. Mr. Meng grabbed it and walked forward without saying a word. It seemed that he had to burn down the Confucius Temple.
Meng Xinghe saw the scene in front of him very clearly. The ghost fire in Kong Sheng was what the people called will-o’-the-wisp. He didn’t know why Old Meng wanted to burn down this magnificent building. He just felt that he would set fire to the house just for a few will-o’-the-wisps.
Is it too impulsive? Moreover, as Meng Xinghe observed carefully, he felt that there was something fishy about the will-o'-the-wisp inside. Under natural circumstances, it would be impossible for so much phosphorus to gather together and burn.
The ancients didn't know the cause of the formation of will-o'-the-wisps, but Meng Xinghe knew a thing or two about it. It's just that when the phosphorus content in the air reaches a certain level, when the weather is cloudy and hot and humid, a spectacle similar to will-o'-the-wisps will appear. Now there is actually a will-o'-the-wisp in the Confucius Temple.
There are so many will-o'-the-wisps, just like little green flowers blooming everywhere, why the hell are they not artificial.
I don't know who is still playing such a bluffing trick, Meng Xinghe ran up directly, and before he could say anything, Mr. Meng in front of him had already shouted: "Brother, get back quickly, this hell fire is an evil thing,
Wherever it appears, disaster will happen. Don't get involved. I will destroy it myself." With a cry, he saw that Old Man Meng had thrown the torch in his hand into the Confucius Temple.
Damn old man, you are really burning. Seeing a torch flying in like a shooting star, Meng Xinghe quickened his pace and rushed into the Confucius Ancestral Hall regardless of the surprised looks of countless people around him.
"Who is that? Why are you so bold?"
"What is he doing? How dare he put out the Hell Fire."
Countless voices of discussion have already sounded outside the Confucius Ancestral Hall. No one knew who the student who rushed in was, but he found a rag and frantically put out the fire in the Confucius Ancestral Hall.
A crazy scholar who is not afraid of anything.
"Third brother!"
Seeing that Meng Xinghe was alone inside, Zhao Haoran in the crowd immediately rushed forward. This third brother was so fearless that nothing could threaten him. Zhao Haoran shouted loudly and rushed into the Confucius Temple.
, fuck the guy and start putting out the fire.
Meng Xinghe felt warm in his heart. He could still rely on his brother. Seeing the group of students outside who only knew how to sit back and watch, Meng Xinghe just wanted to greet their ancestors. If I didn't know that the will-o'-the-wisp was man-made today, I'm afraid the Confucius Temple would be destroyed.
Already.
Will-o'-the-wisp, ghost's head, this is obviously the spontaneous combustion of phosphorus. I am a science major after all. If I don't even know about this natural phenomenon, I'm afraid it will damage the sign of my alma mater. Meng Xinghe, who has transformed into a fire fighter, how can
Regardless of whether it is evil or not, when he swung the cloth in his hand, he started to beat wildly.
There were no less than a hundred students watching outside, but no one came forward to help. Even Dean Meng saw Meng Xinghe performing a crazy fire-fighting campaign in the Kong Sheng Ancestral Hall, and did not go in to join the fight. This student's actions really shocked him.
Well, looking at the world, I am afraid that only Meng Xinghe is so bold.
In such a large Confucius Ancestral Hall, with the participation of Zhao Haoran, Meng Xinghe put out the fire with more energy. All the fires inside were extinguished. In order to prove that his point of view was correct, Meng Xinghe squatted in the corner and searched carefully.
, something suspicious has been discovered.
Occasionally, particles like coarse salt can be seen mixed in the burned ashes. Meng Xinghe is a science student, so he is naturally familiar with these chemical substances.
Damn it, someone was indeed causing trouble. Meng Xinghe took some coarse salt and smelled it lightly, and was sure it was phosphorus. Meng Xinghe breathed a sigh of relief when he found the source of the matter.
It seems that there are people in this era who know how to use science to cause trouble? After walking out of the Confucius Temple, Meng Xinghe tidied up his messy clothes, came to Mr. Meng, and put on a calmer tone: "Dean Meng, in my humble opinion, Mr.
, this matter is caused by someone secretly causing panic in the college."
As he spoke, a white substance like coarse salt appeared in his palm.
Other students also gathered around curiously at this time. Seeing the white substance in Meng Xinghe's hand, they were even more amused. This scholar who was crazy just now, now took out something similar to salt and said that someone was causing trouble. He was laughing to death.
If you don't know, don't talk nonsense. No one will say you are ignorant. Except for Zhao Haoran, the other students looked at them with disdain. They couldn't see them when they were putting out the fire, but now that Meng Xinghe came out to explain the reason, they were very active.
"Brother, I don't know where you got this coarse salt. How does it relate to the appearance of the underworld fire in the Confucius Temple?" For fear that others would not know that Meng Xinghe was out to make a joke, Mr. Shang stood up
Next to Dean Meng, he said with the expression of Bai Xiaosheng.
The heroic figure of Meng Xinghe putting out the fire just now has disappeared from everyone's eyes, but was replaced by a kind of ridicule. He took the coarse salt and said that he found the reason. I really don't know if this person is deliberately showing off or has a mental problem.
Meng Xinghe was so angry that he couldn't tell the difference between him and these pigs with their heads stuffed with grass. Whether you believe it or not, I've said this, and there is no need to give you a chemistry lesson.
Not knowing whether what Meng Xinghe said was true or not, Mr. Meng asked dubiously: "Is what I said true?"
It's not that he doesn't believe in Meng Xinghe, but the records of will-o'-the-wisps since ancient times are very mysterious. No one knows how this kind of thing is produced. It's just recorded that disaster is bound to happen wherever it is seen. And Mr. Meng has experienced it personally before.
, the past events are vivid in his mind, and his memory has not been diminished at all.
Those who don’t know are not guilty. Science is underdeveloped now and cannot explain these ordinary natural phenomena. Ignoring the looks of those around him, Meng Xinghe said seriously: "The white particles in my hand are called phosphorus. If they are in a hot and humid environment,
Once it reaches its own ignition point, it will combine with the oxygen in the air to undergo a chemical reaction, and a green fire will be released. Some people used this principle to sprinkle these phosphorus powder in the Confucius Temple in advance, and now the phenomenon of spontaneous combustion of underworld fire has occurred.
Strange."
After he finished his long speech, he thought he had made it very clear. Even elementary school students could understand chemistry knowledge, but in the eyes of this group of people, it seemed to be the best joke in the world.
Wahaha...wahahaha...haha~~ It was noisier than the chirping of birds. A group of students around laughed and bent down. The chemical reaction also combined with the oxygen in the air. Could this person be a lunatic?
It's impossible to talk nonsense.
"Third brother." Zhao Haoran pulled Meng Xinghe. The words he just said were indeed similar to those spoken by a street lunatic. Zhao Haoran did not want Meng Xinghe's image to be damaged in the eyes of the provincial school students, so he kindly reminded him.
People in the world can only entertain themselves, how can they see the true appearance of things. Meng Xinghe sighed helplessly, not wanting to say a word. In today's Tang Dynasty, talking about chemistry is more idiotic than playing the piano with a cow. At least the cow will not say anything, and
Where are people?
When Meng Xinghe was speechless, Mr. Shang next to Mr. Meng clasped his fists and said: "Brother, please be polite. My surname is Shang, and my name is Junxie. I haven't asked you for your name yet. For what you said just now, brother, I deserve it."
Just remember it."
Wow haha~~ Shang Junxie was the most talented man in Jiangdu. He couldn't keep his reserved look at this time and laughed so hard that he couldn't stand up. He asked Meng Xinghe's name in public just because he wanted everyone present to remember him so that he could remember his name.
The "good reputation" spread throughout Jiangdu.
Judging by your appearance, I'm afraid you're here to humiliate me! I'm a bunch of ignorant idiots like you, mother. Meng Xinghe didn't want to waste his words, so he threw the coarse salt in his hand on the ground, turned around and left without any hesitation.
"Brother, I haven't asked for advice yet... I hope I can make friends in the future." Seeing that Meng Xinghe was about to leave, Shang Junxie must have been scared, so Shang Junxie asked politely.
"Spread a good name for me, right?" Meng Xinghe paused, a wicked smile flashed across his face, and said loudly: "It's just a cheap name, but Brother Shang asked sincerely, how can I hide it? My surname is Dad.
Brother Shang, if you don’t mind the word dad, just call me dad!”
Damn, why am I so talented? Don’t you understand? This is the price of not understanding. After Meng Xinghe finished speaking, he laughed a few times and walked out with satisfaction.