"The Jade Slips of Preaching?" The middle-aged scholar raised his head and looked at the light, which rose little by little from the bottom of the river, illuminating the entire river surface and the earth, and shining on them.
"That's the jade slip for preaching!" A disciple of the academy stood up and stared at the jade slip in the light in amazement. Even though they had never seen the real thing, the images of the masters of all generations holding this jade slip and the statues of the saints of the Confucian Temple holding the jade slip for preaching were deeply engraved in the hearts of every disciple of the academy.
In the light that shot up into the sky, a white jade slip was floating in it, and countless words could be seen flowing on it. Each word was as heavy as a mountain, carrying the literary and Taoist fortune of the academy and the world.
In the light, one can see the shadows of academies, colleges, and Confucian temples. In these buildings, one can see scholars from all over the world studying and hear the sound of children reading aloud.
You can even see images of saints and wise men preaching, and see the scenes of the academy during its heyday, when various philosophers and wise men worshipped the saint of literature.
The scene of the saint standing in the sky holding the jade slip kept flashing, shocking everyone present so much that they trembled all over, and making everyone's eyes fill with tears of joy, as if they were seeing again the scene of all the philosophers and sages gathering in the academy.
"Found it! The preaching jade slip appeared!" A disciple of Xundu Academy was overjoyed.
"God bless our school! May the saints protect us!" The elderly scholar danced with joy and called out to the gods.
“Shang Kang, Yuan, you…” The old man looked at his two students, who were emitting the unique power aura of the academy. They were about to jump onto the river to retrieve the preaching jade slips.
But before he could finish his words, he was interrupted.
"The river... the river... seems like there's someone!" A student discovered something and pointed at the river and asked everyone.
"Splash!" The whole world became quiet in an instant. The only sound that could be heard was the sound of splashing water. The sound was not loud, but it was clear and penetrated into everyone's ears.
The hoof of a dragon horse like a divine dragon stepped into the river, and the ripples it created followed the light and formed a circle of beautiful water patterns.
At this time, a person appeared in front of everyone by the river as if along with the rising sun. The light from the preaching jade slip spread over the entire river surface, turning into strips of light that spread along the river surface.
The light of the preaching jade slip brought a force that blew the dragon horse's fiery red hair, as if a burning flame was dancing on the water.
A man was riding a dragon horse across the river in a world of white light. His robes gradually changed in the light and turned into a black and red master's robe. The ancient patterns danced slowly in the light.
"What is that?" The middle-aged scholar's eyes were full of disbelief and horror.
"How is this possible?" The old man's eyes were dull, as if something that broke his obsession appeared in front of him.
"Saint?" A disciple of the academy shouted in shock. The man's face was exactly the same as the saint they must worship every day and remembered in their minds since childhood.
The godlike man rode a flaming dragon horse on the river. With every step he took, large lotus leaves and light pink flower buds appeared on the river surface. As the dragon horse approached, white lotus flowers spun and bloomed as if under its flaming hooves.
He walked in the blazing white world, and lotus flowers bloomed with every step he took. The entire river was filled with lotus flowers that bloomed for several miles, and it seemed as if the heaven and earth were singing praises for him.
This scene is like the legendary gods and Buddhas descending to the world and the presence of saints.
The holy sound of the Tao in the preaching jade slip became louder and louder, and the light of the preaching jade slip rose as hot as the sun as he approached.
The academy disciples and students who saw this scene were trembling with excitement, their eyes revealing endless enthusiasm and ecstasy. Hundreds of them prostrated themselves on the ground, choking with sobs and unable to utter a word.
For them, saints are the supreme beings and all their beliefs.
Feng Sheng walked to the center of the river amidst the rising light. He stretched out his hand, and the preaching jade slip, as bright as the scorching sun, slowly fell down into Feng Shou's hands.
A huge force rose from the river, creating a circle of huge waves that spread out in the surroundings. Along with the spiritual light of the preaching jade slip, it rushed towards the surroundings, and the lotus flowers and lotus leaves spread over an area of several miles swayed and shook their heads.
Feng Sheng looked towards the other side of the river, his eyes reflecting all the creatures in the world and the vicissitudes of life, as if he was the only one left in the world.
"A hundred years from now, a saint will come out with a jade tablet to preach the truth."
"The culture and the way are flourishing!"
The words of the sage, like the mighty bell of heaven and earth, resounded in the hearts of the people and were deeply imprinted in their minds.
Afterwards, Feng Sheng no longer looked at them. Holding the preaching jade slip in his hand, with a dragon roar, the dragon horse under the saint's seat instantly turned into a dragon. The river moved with it, rolling up huge waves and heading upstream.
The dragon swept upstream, and millions of aquatic creatures on the river moved with it, as if they wanted to follow it to leap over the Dragon Gate and ascend to heaven.
Finally, accompanied by a roar, the dragon rushed into the sky, wind and clouds surged, and the saint and the dragon's shadow disappeared into the clouds.
The light faded away and everything returned to normal.
Only the endless lotus leaves and lotus flowers were left. The wind blew, and the disciples and students of Xundu Academy couldn't help but shudder. The scene just now was like a big dream, which made people hard to believe it was real.
“A hundred years from now, a saint will come out with jade slips to preach.” The old man muttered these words silently and looked up at the sky.
"Wen Dao... Da Chang!" Every student seemed to see hope from these four words.
The students and disciples of Xundu Academy kowtowed again and again on the bank of the river. Some took lotus leaves and lotus flowers, and finally said goodbye on the bank of the river and ran in all directions.
A few days later, the Na Shao State pushed its border to the original border of the Da Huan Kingdom. As the army approached, the originally prosperous Da Huan Kingdom was also plunged into war and conflict.
The border war is only a few hundred miles away from Xundu. Once an accident occurs, or if the Six Lords of Shao State and the Dragon Guard Army are dispatched, they can directly break into Xundu and endanger this ancient capital.
The friction between Pan and Shao became more serious. At the same time, Gao reached a consensus with Shao due to Pan's strength and pressure, and deployed troops on the border of Pan.
Other vassal tribes, large and small, also began to stir. Without the suppression of Dahuan, their ambitions and desires began to expand.
Duke Pan decided to move the capital and abandoned Xundu, which had been the legacy of Dahuan for hundreds of years. He moved the Huan Palace to the north. Tens of thousands of common people and nobles in Xundu would also follow Huan Wangji to move to the north.
Xundu, this ancient capital built hundreds of years ago, was originally the site of the Xun people’s tribe, and later became an important town of the Xun Kingdom. It was also the capital of the Dahuan Kingdom. It prospered for hundreds of years and witnessed the rise and prosperity of the human race.
In the end, it could not resist the decline and disappeared.
Along with everything, it was buried in the dust of history.