Fang Xiu led the horse forward. The horse was just an ordinary inferior horse. It was so old that it had to stop and rest for a while after running a few steps.
There were huts and rubble on both sides of the street, all with their doors open. Fang Xiu could see a family of five covered with mats. The mats were too short to cover them, and a pair of tiny feet stuck out from the mats.
The thick smell of resentment and death filled the sky. The corpses in the streets and alleys had not been cleared up yet. The air was filled with stench and blood. The panicked eyes in the cracks of the doors of the houses looked outside, carefully sizing up Fang Xiu who was passing by. People walking on the street also lowered their heads and hurried. The domineering soldiers shouted and scolded.
Inadvertently, Fang Xiu looked up and saw a tall gate. This was the most popular Longqiu Emperor Temple in Dahuan. The plaque on it had long been taken down. Looking inside, the temple had been destroyed, the statue of the god had been smashed into pieces and turned into a pile of mud scattered on the ground, and the temple priests who worshipped the emperor were no longer there.
Fang Xiu led the horse across the pool of colorful mud. The almighty emperor also turned into a pool of mud at this moment, being trampled on by people beside the road, washed away by the rain, and finally returned to the earth.
Although the Dahuan Dynasty still existed in name at this moment, it was almost destroyed.
Even if he is an emperor, once the throne is changed, he will be unable to prevent the fall of the dynasty he founded. He can only watch quietly in the underworld as the mountains collapse and the country falls.
"Alas!" Fang Xiu passed by the stone archway alone and couldn't help but sigh. He was not sighing for the fall of the Dahuan Dynasty, nor was he sighing for the cessation of the incense worship of Emperor Longqiu. Emperor Longqiu had enjoyed the incense worship for a hundred years and had already built the Emperor's Palace City. The status of the emperor had already been initially solidified.
Unlike the gods in this world, some will disappear as humanity changes and worshippers stop paying homage to them.
Going further ahead, you will see the Fengsheng Confucian Temple. The people inside the temple have already dispersed, and only one temple keeper is left. The scholars of Xundu Academy are spread all over the world, and even in Pan Kingdom, there are many people who graduated from Xundu Academy.
This sacred Confucian Temple was thus preserved, and Fang Xiu was spared the same fate as Emperor Longqiu, whose sacrifices were destroyed and whose statues were pushed off the altar and smashed.
There were two doors in front of the Confucian Temple. Fang Xiu loosened the reins and walked directly into the temple. There were gray stone slabs and red beams and pillars. The literary saints and sages of the Xundu Academy were enshrined in the temple.
Fang Xiu stood in the temple, looking up at the tablets of the sages and the statues of the saints. The rich aroma of incense filled the temple, making the saints look sacred.
Fang Xiu's eyes swept across his own statue. The clay statue was made by a master craftsman, and it fully depicted the heart of compassion for all living beings in the world and the desire to preach the gospel to the world. Feng Sheng, holding the preaching jade slip, stood upright, looking up into the distance. His gaze was not only at his feet, but also at all people in the world.
This is just the Fengsheng imagined by craftsmen and the world, not Fang Xiu.
Fang Xiu glanced at them and then looked at the saints behind him: "Feng Sheng, Zhuang Sheng, Yi Sheng, and... Yi Sheng!"
His gaze stopped on the last Yi Sheng, an old man with white hair and wrinkles on his face, but he held high the jade slip of preaching, as if he was holding up the sun to illuminate the world. His eyes were full of vicissitudes of life, as if he saw through the principles of heaven, earth and all things.
This is the Saint Yi in the eyes of the people of Bu. Back then, Yi Yan stood on the city wall of Bu City, holding high the jade slips of preaching, resisting the disaster of dragons and the raging floods, and protecting tens of thousands of people in Bu.
The suppression turned a thousand-mile area into a swampy dragon, and made the area prosperous with outstanding people for hundreds of years and good weather every year.
However, what Fang Xiu saw was that the heir of Xundu Academy, who had played chess with him at that time, had also turned into a handful of yellow earth.
"You are one of the Four Saints of the Confucian Temple - the Saint of Yi!" Fang Xiu once again remembered what he had said to him that day, and today it has come true.
The side door opened, and the priest of the Confucian Temple looked at Fang Xiu. He didn't expect that someone would come to the Confucian Temple to worship at this time. He looked at the young man. He didn't look like a scholar in his dress, but the unique temperament he exuded made people dare not underestimate him.
"Does the sir want to burn incense? Pay homage to these saints who have preached throughout the world." The temple keeper walked forward and looked at Fang Xiu.
Fang Xiu's mood of being immersed in memories was interrupted in an instant. He turned his head to look at the temple priest, then shook his head: "No! Just... take a look!"
Fang Xiu walked outside, picked up the horse, and walked outside without looking back.
However, the temple keeper stood there, frowning and looking at the strange young man, looking a little angry: "This man is so strange, he doesn't bow in the temple and doesn't respect the ancestors."
But then a trace of doubt appeared on his face: "This person looks so familiar? Who is he? Have I seen him somewhere?"
The temple keeper stood in front of the statue of Wensheng, thinking hard, but he didn't notice the four statues high up behind him, and the first one was Fengsheng. No one could have imagined that the young man was the saint who preached the world, nor did they dare to think about it.
Outside of Budi there is the Dragon Locking Well, which is where Yi Yan sealed the evil dragon in the past. This place is the eye of the earth for thousands of miles, where the earth veins converge. Because the evil dragon was sealed and buried here, a large dragon vein was also formed.
Fang Xiu stood in front of the well. There was a stele in front of the well. After a hundred years of wind and rain, the words on it had become blurred. There used to be a village next to the well, but now the village has been abandoned. The people in the city had already fled or died in the war.
Fang Xiu put his hand on the chain on the well that was as thick as his arm. He felt a chill as soon as he touched it. He could even hear the roar of the evil dragon and the might that came with a thousand miles of raging waves.
Fang Xiu flicked his fingers lightly, and it was like a heavy hammer hitting the chain, causing it to vibrate from top to bottom, and even the ground veins felt the vibration and power.
One after another, earth gods dressed in official robes appeared beside Fang Xiu. These were earth gods appointed by the Xundu Academy. They were also students and disciples of the academy when they were alive. When Master Yi Yan and the previous generation of great witch priests sealed the dragon, it was the five of them who refined the evil dragon.
"Yu Cheng, the City God of Bucheng; Hei Gu, the Land God of Yangshe; and Lin, the Land God of Lixiang..."
"Meet Feng Sheng!"
"Student has met Feng Sheng!"
"Student has met Feng Sheng!"
At this moment, they all opened their eyes wide, looking at Fang Xiu's face and the aura emanating from him in fear and shock. It was an aura that was the same as the aura of the Taoist incense on the preaching jade slips.
They didn't even know who was in front of them. They knelt on the ground, prostrating themselves in fear and trepidation before the saint of literature and Taoism who founded the Xundu Academy, not even daring to raise their heads.
Fang Xiu took out a bright yellow seal from his sleeve, and rays of spiritual light and restrictions continued to radiate outward from between Fang Xiu's fingers. The aura it emitted was like a mountain pressing down on these earth gods.
Fang Xiu took a look and threw it directly into the Dragon Locking Well. It was like a scorching sun falling into the earth, stirring up the power of the thousand-mile earth veins. The violent dragon roar seemed to cause the earth to tremble as well.
However, with a wave of Fang Xiu's hand, everything calmed down, as if nothing had happened.
"You guys take good care of this place, don't let those people with bad intentions get it!"
"only!"
After doing this, Fang Xiu acted as if nothing had happened, riding the inferior horse leisurely towards the distance.
The five earth gods who had been kneeling on the ground waited until Fang Xiu's shadow disappeared in the distance before they stood up. They worked together to move the earth veins, just like they had sealed the evil dragon, and firmly nailed the Dragon Locking Well.
However, as the seal was thrown into the well, the entire earth veins and the spiritual energy of a thousand miles of land began to gather here, as if because of Fang Xiu's passing, some mysterious changes had occurred in this eye of the earth. Even these five earth gods did not understand what had happened.
They could only lock the well and the ground eye like sealing an evil dragon, and then disappear on the spot, quietly guarding the well and the land.