When Inspector Geng heard the voice, he was overjoyed. Although this person was not the Half-Saint of Wu State, he was the Half-Saint of Shu State, Mi Fengdian. He had a good relationship with the Xunzi family, and he also had a deep friendship with the Half-Saint of Wu State in his early years. On the contrary, he had an average relationship with the Half-Saint of Jing State, Chen Guanhai.
Without waiting for Zhou Zhubu to answer, Geng Xunchao immediately said loudly: "This subordinate, the imperial examination inspector, has met the saint. The officials of Jiangzhou, Jingguo, formed a clique for personal gain and colluded with each other, disregarding the fairness of the imperial examination for a scholar. Although Fang Yun has literary talent, his knowledge of the classics is only fair, but these three people have been praising him. This subordinate cannot help but suspect that they have selfish motives. Even if this subordinate does not think highly of Fang Yun's classics, it is the best move to rank him first with another person. However, these people are relentless and ask the saint for a judgment for a trivial matter, which is a serious crime!"
Unlike Inspector Geng who often walked around the Holy Court, although Chief Zhou had the courage to ask for the Holy Court's judgment, he could not calm down after feeling the vast and majestic power of the Semi-Saint. Adding to his anger, he shouted, "Inspector Geng harmed the great talent of our Jing country for personal revenge. The Saint sees clearly!" He regretted it as soon as he finished speaking. His words were purely out of momentary indignation, and were far less clear and logical than Inspector Geng's.
Geng Xuncha was delighted. Saints don't like spineless people or people who are in a hurry. They like people who are neither arrogant nor humble. Compared with Zhou Zhubu, he seems to have more literary pride.
"Oh? Are you sure that Fang Yun's interpretation of the sutra is not as good as Yu Zi's?" Mi Fengdian's voice was calm and delicate, and sounded like a spring breeze to the ears. Everyone couldn't help but think that he was a good-tempered old man, and they felt relieved. If they met a half-saint with a weird temper, they would definitely be in trouble.
"Please understand, Saint Mi. I don't think his teachings are inferior to others. It's just that..."
Mi Fengdian suddenly interrupted him and said, "Since you are not inferior to others, why can't you get first place?"
A strong wind blew, and everyone present was blown back by the strong wind and had to shield their faces with their arms.
What was strange was that the people were blown back by the wind, but the test papers or other objects did not move at all.
Everyone was terrified. The spring breeze turned into a gale in the blink of an eye. How could the originally amiable Half-Saint become angry
Geng Xun's heart skipped a beat, realizing that something was wrong. He said hastily, "I believe that talent is the most important thing. That's why I'm evaluating them this way. If there are any mistakes or omissions, please punish me, Lord Mi."
"Since you value talent, let me show you how much talent Fang Yun has in his sutra!"
As soon as Mi Fengdian finished speaking, an invisible force seemed to dissipate from Fang Yun's sutra. Then, a thick orange light of talent surged up like a fountain.
One inch, two inches, one foot, two feet... and finally stopped at five feet and five inches.
The four pages of the sutra slowly rose up, and finally floated in the air, emitting a soft light that made people feel peaceful.
This page exudes a strange power, which keeps spreading outwards, but is blocked by an invisible force.
With this article in hand, no demon general can get close to you, and even their magic will naturally dissipate if it gets close.
Protect the country and spread it to the world!
Everyone in the examination room was initially shocked by the power of the sutra, but under the soothing light, all negative emotions gradually dissipated.
However, only Inspector Geng had an unusually ferocious expression, because he had an unconcealable hostility towards the article and a strong desire to kill the author of the article.
Under the influence of this sutra, Geng Xuncha's negative attitude became even stronger, and his anger and resentment almost turned him into a madman.
After three breaths, four pages of scriptures fell onto the table. The table was crushed to pieces with a bang. Then the four pages of scriptures fell lightly to the ground, but they smashed a big hole in the ground with a loud bang.
A loud voice suddenly appeared: "Whose talent is inferior to this!"
Before everyone could react, the temperature in the room suddenly dropped rapidly, and then snowflakes appeared out of nowhere and fell everywhere.
When Geng Xun heard this voice, he finally realized that Mi Fengdian was a new saint after all, and his power was not strong. If his power was just leaked, it would not change the whole Yuhai City. The one who was really angry should not be the three examiners, but the one in the East Saint Pavilion.
Only one whose realm is higher than that of changing the world can turn anger into snow, sorrow into rain, and joy into spring breeze.
Inspector Geng's knees went weak and he knelt on the ground. He was about to speak when he was stopped by an invisible force.
Mi Fengdian sighed and said, "If Fang Yun's poems were to spread across the world, we would let them go. But this article is about the meaning of the classics, and it was written by a mere scholar. Once it spreads across the world and causes a catastrophe, it would not be too much for the demon saint to come in person. We have no choice but to seal the vision of this classic meaning. After the results are announced tomorrow, we will send someone to take it away and let a group of great scholars study it carefully. But who knew that you were so selfish and were blinded by hatred, trying to destroy the great talents of our human race!"
By the end of the conversation, there was a howling wind and flying snow in the marking room, and everyone was shivering with cold.
"Inspector Geng, do you admit your crime?" a stern voice sounded.
This voice has a strange power. It is just a question, but it can make people confess their crimes voluntarily.
"I know my crime! I beg the saint to have mercy and forgive my great sin!" Inspector Geng suddenly burst into tears and cried bitterly.
"What is your crime?"
"I... I shouldn't have colluded with others to cause chaos in neighboring countries, and I shouldn't have harmed the great talents of the human race for my own personal vendetta."
"What is your crime?"
"He should be executed!" Inspector Geng said these words while crying, as if he was completely out of control.
"That's good."
As soon as the old man finished speaking, Inspector Geng's head suddenly turned 360 degrees, a full circle, and then fell to the ground with a thud.
The broken neck was very neat, without a single drop of blood.
"This man has committed a heinous crime. His descendants will be stripped of their official positions. All three clans will be dismissed from office. The imperial examination will be banned for a hundred years to serve as a warning to others!"
Everyone present was terrified. This punishment was too terrible. No matter what position the children and grandchildren of Geng Xunchao had passed, they would be directly stripped of their positions. They would be abolished and would never have the chance to have talent again in this life. All officials in the three branches of the Geng family would lose their positions and no one would be able to take the imperial examinations for a hundred years. This family would be completely ruined and would never rise again.
This is the holy punishment. Once the saint is forced to get angry and speak, it will not just be a matter of one or two people dying, but at least the entire clan will be in big trouble.
"Keep your mouth shut," the voice said again.
When Confucius entered the Imperial Ancestral Temple, he saw a bronze man with three seals on his mouth, and the words "the ancients were cautious in speaking" were engraved on the back of the bronze man. Confucius realized something and soon gained a literary mind, which was called "Three Seals to Keep Your Mouth Closed", which could block the words and actions of others.
Everyone immediately felt a force entering their bodies, and they couldn't help but feel terrified, because the power of the semi-saint to keep silent would always be with them, and they could not say a word about what happened today, nor could they even express it.
If he were to say it carelessly, he would be stopped by this power. But if he took the initiative to say it and wanted to harm Fang Yun, the Semi-Saint would definitely be alert and bring down holy punishment.
Afterwards, the strong wind and heavy snow in the house disappeared, and nothing changed except for Inspector Geng’s body, the shattered table and the four pages of scriptures in the pit.
The vision of the four pages of scriptures was sealed again, and they looked like four ordinary pieces of paper.
Feng Zimo stared at the scene blankly, his heart beating fast.
"No wonder! No wonder! That day, I learned that Shi Dehong was going to use the imperial examination inspection to harm Fang Yun, so I went to report it to Li Daxueshi. However, Li Daxueshi not only did not do it himself, but he called Shi Dehong a fool. He even told me not to tell Fang Yun and let everything take its course. Now that I think about it, Li Daxueshi must have expected it a long time ago."
"Grand Scholar Li may not have expected Fang Yun to write a scripture that would be passed down through the world, but he knew that if someone tried to harm Fang Yun in the imperial examination, it would inevitably lead to a request for a divine judgment. Semi-saints were born in different countries and had selfish motives for their own countries, but when it comes to major issues, they would never allow Inspector Geng to mess around."
"If those semi-saints really watched Fang Yun being murdered, their own sainthood would definitely be in big trouble. Moreover, Fang Yun has made great contributions, and the saints are too busy to protect him. It is impossible for him to be framed during the imperial examination."
Thinking of this, Feng Zimo couldn't help but smile slightly, and understood the cause and effect.
"So that's how it is! The saints will not deliberately take the initiative to save Fang Yun, because in the eyes of the saints, the dangers Fang Yun encounters are all tempering. If there were no such enemies, Fang Yun would never have grown so fast. However, the saints have a ruler in their hearts. If someone kills Fang Yun through a life and death contest, or Fang Yun is killed while killing monsters, the saints will not take action, because in their eyes it is Fang Yun's own choice. But if someone uses despicable means to harm Fang Yun, once discovered, he will definitely be severely punished."
"However, although the saints are powerful, they cannot cover the sky with one hand. Since this incident was caused by the Xunzi family, I am afraid it will end here. After all, if a dignified sub-saint family is involved in the murder of Fang Yun, its reputation will be ruined. However, I always feel that the saints will not let Shi Dehong go unpunished, after all, he is the one who manipulated this matter behind the scenes."
"Well, the palace exam is over, and next we have to look at the Book Mountain. Since Fang Yun has bet with Shi Dehong and Tong Li to destroy the Wen Palace, the saints cannot interfere. Once Fang Yun fails, the Wen Palace will surely be shattered. I hope Fang Yun can at least draw."
Feng Zimo secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He had originally decided that if Fang Yun could not become a talented person, he would use the official seal of the Lord of the Court to control the power of the Holy Temple to suppress Inspector Feng Geng and then kill him. However, it seems that this is no longer necessary.
"Have someone clean it up and continue marking the papers." After giving the order, Prefect Dong looked at Feng Zimo and Zhou Zhubu.
"How do you two feel?" There was a gleam of excitement in Governor Dong's eyes.
Feng Zimo naturally knew this man's temper, and said with a smile: "What's your attitude? A Hanlin died, and Fang Yun almost failed to become a scholar. What are you happy about?"
"Of course I'm happy!" Prefect Dong rushed to the sutra in two steps, carefully picked it up, and put it on the table while saying, "Come, let's comprehend this sutra that has been passed down throughout the world again! Whether I can break through to become a Jinshi and become a Hanlin depends entirely on it!" (To be continued...)