"Shi Dehong is right! This Fang Yun is too scary. Even Shi Jun is optimistic about him and is willing to offend Shi Jun for him. If he doesn't die, I will definitely die! Shushan is my chance! I will definitely not let this opportunity go! Although I don't know what Shushan is like, if I can find a way to ruin his path to Shushan, I will do it at all costs!"
Tong Li continued to think as he walked, his eyes becoming more and more determined and more and more vicious.
"Fang Yun, don't blame me! It's fine if you lose, but if you win us, Shi Dehong and I will commit suicide immediately! At that time, my grandfather and Shi Jun will definitely come to seek revenge on you! Even if you run to the ends of the earth, you can't escape! Killing you for other reasons will cause problems for Wen Dan, but in order to avenge the disciples or descendants, the Holy Academy cannot deprive them of their literary positions!"
Tong Li looked up in the direction of the Holy Academy.
"I don't believe your luck is so important that the saint will personally help you!"
Unlike the sad Tong Li, Fang Yun and others were as happy as if it were a festival, and Qian Juren and others also congratulated them.
After accepting everyone's congratulations, Fang Yun was about to leave when he heard a familiar voice.
"Fang Yun, come to the Academy of Literature." This was the voice of Prefect Dong.
Fang Yun first asked Yang Yuhuan and others to wait for him outside the Wenyuan Street. He entered the Wenyuan and came under a big locust tree with the three examiners.
Prefect Dong said seriously, "Now you probably know what happened to your sutra."
Fang Yun nodded and said, "It should be that the semi-saint was protecting me and was afraid that the sutras that were passed down to the world would be leaked, so he concealed the secrets for me. However, I misunderstood that there was a big problem with my sutras and that it might violate the saintly way, so I was worried. However, since my sutras got an A, I slowly figured it out."
"I'm glad you've figured it out. But. We..." Governor Dong pointed to the sky and put three fingers on his mouth.
Fang Yun nodded and said, "I see. But there are no outsiders here at the moment. Can you tell me?"
"It should be possible. After all, the power of the saints is to prevent leaks. If the people in the Criminal Hall ask, we can't just say nothing. However, try not to say anything." said Prefect Dong.
"You mean keep your mouth shut? I only know that this Wen Xin can stop the talents and the blood of the demon race from flourishing, but I didn't expect it could shut all of you up."
Feng Yuanjun said: "The more literary heart you have before canonization, the stronger you will be after canonization. Literary heart is not just a gift from heaven, it will become stronger and stronger like literary courage. When you climb the Book Mountain, you must do your best to climb up. Fight for literary heart. Moreover, the Book Mountain has many secrets, and we know very little. Except for those saints, no one knows what is inside. But we know one thing, the better you are, the more you will gain! Remember, use all your strength to climb the Book Mountain!"
"I remember." Fang Yun answered seriously. He felt unspeakable pressure from Feng Yuanjun's tone.
Zhou Zhubu sighed and said, "Although both of them are Jinshi, they are just like me, a Juren, without a literary mind. Therefore, we have high hopes for you. We hope that you can be like those geniuses, climb the third mountain when you are a scholar, and then climb the fourth mountain after passing the Juren exam. Get a literary mind."
"I will definitely live up to your expectations." Fang Yun said.
Prefect Dong said, "Did you know that the Holy Ruins appeared ahead of time?"
"I already know." Fang Yun said.
"That's good. If you want to go, we will prepare the matters of the Holy Ruins for you when you come back from the Book Mountain. By the way, you know a lot about the stars?"
Fang Yun looked up at the sky and thought that even if he didn't understand it, he still understood it better than the people here.
"Why does the governor ask this?"
Prefect Dong said, "I see that your interpretation of the sutra is like stars densely scattered on paper, close to the highest realm of writing, and the article is like a chess game, very magical, we are not as good as it."
Fang Yun thought for a moment and said, "When I was a kid, I often went to the river..."
"I understand, it's the Wudao River?" Feng Zimo asked with a smile.
"Yes." Fang Yun had no choice but to say.
So Feng Zimo told Prefect Dong about Fang Yun's many enlightenment experiences by the creek, and Chief Clerk Zhou already knew about it.
"When Fang Yun comes down from Shushan, would you two like to go to Wudao River together?"
"We must go together!"
Fang Yun didn’t know what to say to them and could only let things take their course.
The three of them gave him a few more instructions, and Fang Yun asked embarrassedly, "My Lords, can I have my sutra back?"
The three laughed, and Zhou Zhubu said, "Look? I'm talking about this Fang Shuangjia... No, Fang Wujia can't bear to part with his handwritten articles. Fang Yun, don't you think about it, Shi Jun is such an important person, now he often has to go to the demon world... Ahem, why does he come in person?"
"For my righteousness?"
"Of course." Zhou Zhubu said with a smile.
Prefect Dong said: "The meaning of that scripture will be placed in the Holy Academy for all the great scholars to comprehend."
"Ah?" Fang Yun had a look of disbelief on his face. He knew that the meaning of his scriptures was very special. It was nothing to attract the attention of great scholars, but if they could "realize" it, the meaning would be different.
"What? Go back and prepare. Tomorrow we will go to the Mountain of Books after paying homage to the Emperor. Don't act recklessly today. Don't think you can relax just because you passed the exam to become a scholar!" said Magistrate Dong.
"Oh, goodbye, my three masters." Fang turned around and left, thinking as he walked, unable to understand why the meaning of his scriptures was worthy of study by great scholars.
After thinking for a while, Fang Yun vaguely understood.
"It's not that I am more capable than the great scholars, but that I have received too much information. I still have to keep exploring the holy way, but when it comes to the great road of the times and the direction of the world, I can see it more clearly than many people. Perhaps, this is the holy way that suits me best."
Fang Yun kept thinking about his own holy path in his heart, and at this time, his talent was increasing continuously.
After leaving the Academy, Fang Yun and everyone went to a restaurant to have a meal. Because they were going to Book Mountain the next day, no one drank alcohol.
Fang Yun did not stay up late to study when he got home at night, but went to bed early to recharge his energy.
The Academy was quiet in the morning, but the silence was broken as one hundred scholars filed in.
One hundred scholars dressed in dark blue scholar uniforms entered the holy temple in the academy and worshipped the saints together, and received the second gift of talent from heaven.
Fang Yun was a scholar before the sage. So this was the fourth time that talent had descended from heaven.
The talent was raised from three inches to four inches, and every part of the body, such as the palace of literature and the courage of literature, was baptized by the talent and became more powerful.
"Although I am a scholar, my Wen Gong is much stronger than that of ordinary Juren. My Wen Dan is also better than that of new Juren. If I can go through the training of the Book Mountain, I am afraid I can be close to Jinshi. But there is still a gap compared to the semi-saint disciple Yan Yukong. After all, the latter has a semi-saint to teach him personally, and has gone through the Book Mountain twice. When I pass the Juren exam, my Wen Dan will definitely be comparable to him!"
Finally, Fang Yun looked at his own talent. Unlike other people's talents which were like smoke, his talent was like water. After the talent descended from the sky, his talent became more solid.
“I don’t know how powerful this talent can be.”
After the talent came from heaven, except for the top ten scholars, all others including the examiners left the temple.
"Boom..."
The gate of the holy temple was closed, but Fang Yun and ten others were still inside the temple.
Fang Yun quietly looked at the saints enshrined in the holy temple. Except for Confucius and six sub-saints, the others were only enshrined in ranking. Some were dead, and some were still alive.
Finally, Fang Yun's eyes fell on Chen Guanhai's ranking, which was a bit old, as if foreshadowing something.
Fang Yun retracted his gaze, only to find that Tong Li was looking at him. At this moment, Tong Li did not hide the hatred in his eyes.
"I won't let you climb the mountain of books smoothly!"
"Oh." Fang Yun said casually, leaving Tong Li so angry that he had no place to vent.
Suddenly, the whole holy temple fell dark.
Fang Yun suddenly felt dizzy and unwell, as if he had lost his balance and was floating alone in the void.
Before Fang Yun could think, the darkness dissipated and light reappeared.
This is no longer the holy temple.
There was a red sun hanging in the sky, emitting warm light. In the distance, there were rolling mountains and rivers surrounding the place.
There are birds singing and flowers blooming nearby, the place is full of vitality, and there is endless green grass.
This is an extremely beautiful place. Every corner of it makes people feel extremely comfortable, giving people a feeling of comfort that goes deep into their bones and souls. They want to stay here for the rest of their lives and never leave.
However, this world also has flaws.
There are ninety states of different sizes in the Ten Kingdoms. The largest state is comparable to the entire Jing Kingdom, while the smallest state is only half the size of Jiangzhou.
There are more than 800 prefectures in the ninety states, and ten people are selected from each prefecture, plus the disciples of the saints' families. There are nearly 10,000 scholars here, and they are everywhere.
These people seem like a blemish on the world.
Fang Yun woke up first and looked around for a long time before others woke up one after another.
Fang Yun looked around. These people were all unfamiliar. Judging from their clothes and appearance, they seemed to be from all over the world. They were very alert and no one moved.
At this moment, the nearest mountain in front began to change.
It was originally an ordinary mountain, but it was changing at a speed visible to the naked eye. Mountain roads, steps, pavilions, gardens, etc. slowly emerged, and finally a attic appeared at the foot of the mountain, on the mountainside, and on the top of the mountain.
There is a long river at the foot of the mountain, and on the river there are ten single-plank bridges that can only accommodate one person.
"Whoever crosses the bridge wins!" a voice suddenly sounded.
Along with the sound, a strange wind blew down from the mountain, blowing to the river bank and to everyone.
Fang Yun only felt the cold wind blowing on his face, like the wind in early winter, which was a little cool on his body, but also somewhat comfortable.
“Ah…” The boy, about fourteen or fifteen years old, who was three meters away, suddenly screamed.
Fang Yun looked at the child warily and saw him running hurriedly towards a place away from the mountain, trying to keep Qi Feng away from him.
Fang Yun looked around and found that a large number of people could not withstand the strange wind and ran away. Not to mention climbing the Book Mountain, they couldn't even cross the river.
Many people cried loudly in pain, and some even fainted, while others seemed to be in great pain but were gritting their teeth to persevere.
"Why am I not in pain? What on earth is this place? Am I here with my spiritual consciousness or with my body?"
Fang Yun slowly walked towards the mountain and the single-plank bridge, but more than half of the people did not dare to move forward because the strange wind was too strong.
Soon, four or five thousand people gathered in front of ten single-plank bridges.
The strange wind here was even more violent, and many people kept screaming in pain, and some people could not bear it and retreated. No matter how these people screamed and how painful it was, they were not injured or bleeding.
Fang Yun still didn't feel any pain.
Soon, Fang Yun saw a familiar figure gritting his teeth and appearing in front of him on the left. It was Tong Li. (To be continued...)