One hundred and eight direct disciples knelt down outside the door, waiting for Confucius Sheng's return.

There was also a group of disciples in the academy who were attracted by the 108 direct disciples, and a large group of them knelt down in a loud voice. The atmosphere in the place was depressing, angry, and dull, like a powder keg, making people afraid to speak.

Confucius saw this scene when he came from Shuixie Villa.

"Teacher, if there is a heresy in the world, please take action to wipe out the evil heretics in the world and give us a peaceful world!"

"Teacher, the social education scaremongering and bewitching the people has made farmers no longer feel at ease farming their fields. Slaves no longer feel at ease being driven by their masters, and have become rebellious and ambitious. The order of this society is no longer stable, people's minds have changed, and there are more things than they should be.

If you have any idea, please ask the teacher to take action to quell these evil spirits!"

"Teacher, social teaching wants to subvert social orthodoxy and subvert our doctrines. Please teacher, please wipe out social teaching!"

"..."

Seeing Confucius appear, all the disciples in the field kowtowed and asked for orders in the square.

The emergence of social religion is like a catfish, muddying the water in the pond.

Everyone in the major aristocratic families is in danger, slaves and slave owners are wary of each other, farmers no longer cultivate their fields with peace of mind, and businessmen no longer keep their peace. Some people with ambitious plans even took advantage of the opportunity to use the "Core Socialist Values"

Thoughts and cliques eroded the interests of powerful families.

Social religion is drinking the blood of a thousand-year-old family!

Can everyone be safe and not angry?

Unfortunately, Socialism is weird and good at hiding. There are trillions of living beings in the world. Except for those from a thousand-year-old family, anyone may be a spy of Socialism.

Moreover, socialist teachings are secretive. They just print out books, throw them on the street in the dark, and then disappear.

Even if there are gods to monitor, the gods are not omnipotent. The territory of Dashang is endless, how easy is it to monitor them all?

More difficult than ever!

Not that difficult!

Moreover, all Confucian scholars have great righteousness in their bodies, which can restrain ghosts and gods and suppress all laws. What do you do to ghosts and gods?

If we don't come up with a way to eradicate social teaching, I'm afraid that the foundation of a thousand-year-old family will be eaten clean by 'social teaching'.

When the people of the world are awakening, even the thousand-year-old family that has controlled all the power and resources will be absolutely terrified.

Everyone knew that things were in serious trouble.

Nowadays, only the sage Confucius has the appeal to call on Confucian students all over the world to demote the social religion into a cult organization. Only the saint's ability can eradicate the social religion.

At this time, many of the disciples in the darkness fell to their knees. Kong Sheng's eyebrows couldn't help twitching when he saw this, and he couldn't help but feel a burst of joy in his heart.

Don't you, a wealthy family, claim to control the world? Even if I am a saint, don't you still make plans at your own convenience?

Why are you so timid now?

More cowardly than a dog!

"From now on, Jixia Academy will be closed for three years. All students, one hundred and eight disciples, will move out of Jixia Academy within three days. I have gained some insights recently, and my understanding of the Holy Way has reached a new level.

, Don't disturb me. Our Confucianism is the mainstream theory that the sea is open to all rivers and is tolerant. What's the point of a mere social teaching? Don't make a fuss about it. I still want to understand the words of the holy way, but I don't have time.

I'm wasting time with you. Everyone, stand up and go back!" After saying these words, Kong Sheng's figure disappeared, leaving all the disciples outside the door.

For a time, all the 108 disciples of Kong Sheng had pale faces. They were not fools and naturally knew the meaning of Kong Sheng's move.

revenge!

Revenge yourself!

The one hundred and eight disciples looked solemn at this time. They raised their heads and looked at the gate of Jixia Academy in the distance. Zilu whispered: "What should we do? Our actions last time really made the saint angry. This time we are sitting aside.

Look at our jokes."

"What should we do? What else can we do? Catch the evil followers of the Social Cult and kill them all! As long as all the classics of the Social Cult are destroyed and all the backbones of the Social Cult are killed, this generation will be dead within thirty to fifty years.

After that, everything will return to the original point, and social religion will never appear in this world."

"Kill! Kill! Kill! In such a crisis, for the foundation of our noble family, we can only go on a killing spree!" A cold look appeared in Yan Hui's eyes.

"It seems that Kong Sheng wants to compete with us. In this case, we will play a game with Kong Sheng, fully support Xiqi, support Buddhism and Taoism, and leave Confucianism alone. We will do nothing.

, Neither agree nor oppose, the sage can’t catch us, so why can’t he help us!” Zilu smiled coldly.

In three days, except for the five thousand direct descendants and adopted homeless children in Jixia Academy, all the scholars left Jixia Academy.

Then, under the gaze of everyone, the gate of Jixia Academy closed with a clang, leaving countless scholars with unpredictable thoughts standing in front of Jixia Academy in silence.

"Hahaha, you all, we are all classmates. Today, my master is hosting a banquet in Tongqing Building. Thank you all for not giving up and coming to the banquet with me so that we can exchange some friendships with classmates!" Yan Hui looked at these numbers.

Thousands of Confucian students now opened their mouths to invite.

Those who can be admitted to Jixia Academy are all the elites of Confucianism in the world. How can we not win over them?

Upstairs in Tongqing, banquets were spread out for miles, all over the streets. The ten nearby restaurants were all booked by powerful men, with the intention of wooing the Confucian scholars.

Huang Tianhua, Huang Tiancheng, Chen Jin and other elites from major aristocratic families were all enjoying themselves in the wine shop, constantly wooing Confucian scholars.

"This is the disadvantage of recommending filial piety and honesty. If a poor scholar is not attracted by a famous family, he will not even have a chance to be recommended. Even if he has a rift in his heart, has beautiful articles, and has studied for five years, so what? Without the stepping stone of that famous family,

Aren't you still a farmer? Who knows your skills and talents?" Yu Qi stood in a restaurant in the distance, looking at the flowing banquet that was lined up for ten miles, with a look of contemplation in his eyes.

If the shortcomings of promoting filial piety and honesty are not eliminated, Confucianism will have no hope of becoming the mainstream in the future era of great contention.

"Is there any way to resolve this?" Wang Chuanshu's eyes revealed a glint of light.

"Yes! But it's not time yet! It's not time yet!" Yu Qi looked at Wang Chuanshu: "You go, the hope of Confucianism in the future lies in those five thousand children, in you."

"Once I enter Jixia College, I will not be allowed to go out for three years. Sir, can you give me some advice?" Wang Chuanshu looked at Yu Qi.

Yu Qi shook her head, Wang Chuanshu bowed respectfully, then turned and left.

Looking at Wang Chuanshu's retreating back, Yu Qi stroked his chin: "He is a smart man! He knows that I am going to do something here, haha..."

Yu Qi's body shape changed and he turned into Huang Tianhua. Then he held the dagger in his hand and walked downstairs.

Five thousand people were having a banquet, and there were two Huang Tianhua in the crowd, but no one noticed anything strange.

All major aristocratic families are busy wooing many Confucian disciples, so naturally no one will pay attention to such things.

Yu Qi raised the corner of his mouth and walked through the crowded crowd. Whether they knew him or not, they were all saying hello to him.

"Brother, didn't you go over there to toast?" Huang Tiancheng looked at Yu Qi walking among the crowd and couldn't help but be stunned.

Yu Qi smiled, very happily.

I just don't know why this smile fell in Huang Tiancheng's eyes, but he was covered in cold sweat and his hair stood on end.

"Second brother, come here, I have something to tell you." Yu Qi waved.

At this time, there was a huge crowd in the venue. Although Huang Tiancheng felt a little uneasy in his heart, he didn't take it seriously. He dissipated the uneasiness and came to Yu Qi: "Brother!"

"Come and listen," Yu Qi waved.

Huang Tiancheng stepped forward, and the two brothers communicated with each other. Yu Qi smiled and said in a low voice: "Huang Tiancheng, if you want to blame it, it's your aunt in the palace. Who told her to put me to death? Since there is nothing I can do.

He will first collect some interest from you and others?"

"Buzz~" Huang Tiancheng's mind exploded. He immediately sensed something was wrong and was about to scream and retreat. But at this moment, Yu Qi's palm fell on his shoulder, making him feel as if a huge mountain was pressing on him and he couldn't move at all.

No.

He was about to open his mouth to scream, but the next moment an ice knife was stabbed into his heart, making him unable to utter even a single word of the words that came to his lips.

A sharp pain came, and then the world began to spin, and the surrounding sounds seemed to fade away in an instant.

"You are not my eldest brother, who are you?" Huang Tiancheng stared at him with a pair of eyes filled with disbelief.

Without responding to Huang Tiancheng's words, Yu Qi just took a scarecrow, gently stuffed it into Huang Tiancheng's hand, then turned around and disappeared into the vast sea of ​​people.

Taking one step forward, Yu Qi transformed into someone else, but the people around him didn't notice anything unusual.

Ten steps later, Yu Qi had transformed into another person, looking like the commander-in-chief of Tielan Mountain, and continued to shuttle through the sea of ​​people.

"Bang~"

The body fell to the ground, and hot blood spurted out in all directions like a fountain. It wetted the cheeks and clothes of countless soldiers, and then there was a burst of exclamation, which spread into the field like a chain reaction.

"Ah~"

"Master Huang..."

"There are assassins..."

"Master Huang has been assassinated!"

A series of shrill roars continued to spread throughout the field.

The crowd was turbulent and chaotic. Yu Qi shuttled among the crowd, walking slowly out of the street with his hands behind his back.

At this moment, a slightly panicked figure came face to face, quickly pushing away the scholars and rushing towards the center of the crime.

"Chen Jin, the son of Chen Ang, the grand master of the dynasty! If you want to seize my refined salt industry, he will have a share! Since it's easy, just do it!" Yu Qi looked at Chen Jin who was coming against the crowd, and raised his hand

As soon as he stretched it out, the long sword on the waist of a scholar beside him fell into his hand.

Then the next moment, the sword light was dim, and when the divine warrior took action, Chen Jin had no power to resist, and watched helplessly as the sword pierced his heart.
Chapter completed!