Some scholars in the distance bowed to Meng Jingye and others and left one after another. Some people stood far away, as if they wanted to explore the affairs of the ancient land of Xuemang.
"Why did Mr. Jinglong practice in seclusion?"
Meng Jingye shook his head and said, "I have no clue. Some people say that Dong Sheng... No, Mr. Jinglong was injured during the Moon Tree Divine Punishment and he managed to hold on until today. Some people say that Mr. Jinglong wanted to retire a long time ago, but he just had no excuse. Some people even say that Mr. Jinglong was too sad and disheartened because of the death of Fang Xusheng. However, the most reliable statement at the moment is that Mr. Jinglong secretly fought with someone yesterday and was seriously injured..."
When Meng Jingye said this, everyone was stunned.
Zeng Yue said: "The Demon King was sent to the Blood Mang Ancient Land by the Dragon Saint of the West Sea. Could it be that Mr. Jinglong tried to kill him halfway but failed?"
"It's hard to say, ah..."
Wei Huangan asked: "Are we still going to Dongsheng Pavilion?"
"Go, why not! That place is not a dangerous place, it is still the holy temple of our human race!"
Everyone continued to move forward. Zeng Yue said angrily as he walked, "I just received a letter. The Holy Court originally wanted Yang Yuhuan and others to live with Fang Yun in the Holy Court. But this morning, they were driven back to the capital of Jing State by the people of the New East Holy Court! Fortunately, the various families in Jing State were kind and righteous, and directly used the literary world to pick them up. Otherwise, they would have to take a carriage thousands of miles back to Jing State."
"This is too much!" Wei Huangan was furious. When in the punishment hall, Meng Jingye recounted Fang Yun's experience and mentioned Yang Yuhuan repeatedly. All the scholars spoke highly of Yang Yuhuan. Even Fang Yun's political enemies did not attack Yang Yuhuan to avoid being criticized by thousands of people.
"Worse than pigs and dogs! Worse than pigs and dogs!" Meng Jingye cursed angrily.
Zeng Yue said: "Don't worry, everyone. The Saint Families of Jing Country are not just for show. The Chen Saint Family has already said that they will take good care of the Fang Family."
Wei Huangan's face was gloomy, and he said: "Now that the Zong family is powerful, that old man Liu Shan will definitely rise. Fang Yun's relatives and friends may encounter unexpected events."
"This kind of thing is inevitable. Even if a semi-saint family declines, it will be like this." Meng Jingye said.
Zeng Yue said: "Let's go to Dongsheng Pavilion first, and then... I will gather my friends and go to Jingguo to pay tribute to Fang Xusheng!"
The group quickly arrived at the Dongsheng Pavilion, but before they entered the door, they were stopped by two young scholars.
Meng Jingye frowned and asked, "Why, the Eastern Saint has just been replaced, and the people in the Saint Academy have changed the rules and the world?"
One of the older candidates bowed and said, "I, the humble student of the clan, greet the Grand Secretary. The East Saint Pavilion is currently being handed over. There are so many things to do, no one is allowed in."
Meng Jingye sneered and said, "We have returned from the ancient land of Xuemang. Our mission is to see the Eastern Saint. If the Emperor refuses to meet us, we will have no choice but to go down the mountain to the Confucius Mansion."
It was difficult for the two scholars to remain calm. After all, the Kong family was the number one family. Once things escalated, it would be very disadvantageous to Zongsheng, the temporary Eastern Saint.
The older scholar said, "Please wait a moment, everyone. I will go in and report." Then he turned and left.
Not long after, an energetic old man came out with a smile on his face. He was wearing a blue university scholar's uniform and said loudly from a distance of more than ten feet: "It turns out to be Brother Meng and Brother Zeng. You just returned from the Blood Mang Ancient Land? Did you get good news? The jerk at the door is blind and ignorant. As elders, you must not treat the younger generation with the same standard!"
There was a flash of anger in the eyes of many university scholars. This person was obviously implying that Fang Yun's death was good news, but they had no way to find any evidence against him.
Meng Jingye casually bowed and said, "Hello, Brother Zong Qing. We have just returned from the ancient land of Xuemang and received important news that concerns the rise and fall of the human race. So I would like to see the new Eastern Saint!"
Zong Qing looked embarrassed and said, "Although my ancestor has temporarily taken over the position of the Eastern Saint, he has left Shengyuan Continent for an important matter and I don't know how long it will take for him to return. If it is unimportant, write a document first to explain your purpose and leave it here. I will give it to my ancestor in a few days. If it is very important, then wait here. However, I suggest you tell me how important the matter is first."
Meng Jingye said bluntly: "This is a serious matter. It cannot be said openly. I will give you a hundred breaths to think about it. Take us to see the clone of the patriarch immediately. Otherwise, I will report you immediately."
Zong Qing smiled and said, "Grand Scholar Meng is joking. Now we have received news that there is something unusual in the Blood Mango Ancient Land, which is indeed a top priority. But everyone should not forget that the Blood Mango Ancient Land is only an ancient land after all, and the safety of our Shengyuan Continent is the top priority. In addition, I am the receptionist of the East Sheng Pavilion. If Brother Meng does not want to talk about it, then let's wait until my ancestor returns."
Meng Jingye's eyes turned cold, and he said, "Are you forcing me to ring the Holy Bell?"
Zong Qing's smile froze on his face, and he said, "The ancestor of the clan has taken office, and Brother Meng is ringing the Holy Bell. Is he trying to hit my clan or my ancestor? The ancestor's real body is not here, and his clone is not in charge of the clan. He will only appear when the clan is destroyed or the human race is in danger. Brother Meng is also from a noble family, and being so aggressive is too much!"
Meng Jingye did not speak, but used his literary talent to isolate the inside and outside, and convey his message to his friends.
"The Zong family obviously knew that we entered the Blood Mang Ancient Land to save Fang Xusheng. Once Fang Xusheng died, they became unscrupulous. Since the Zongsheng's true body is not in Shengyuan Continent, the whole thing becomes complicated."
"It's useless for us to continue making a fuss now. Secondly, this kind of thing can't be leaked casually. Telling the Zong family in advance will only make it easier for them! The Zong family's intentions are very clear. The Zong Sheng is not here. No matter what happens, the Zong family can't be blamed. They are trying to shirk all the blame."
"What a great clan! I'll remember this matter!" A fierce look flashed in Meng Jingye's eyes.
It wasn't just Meng Jingye, the others were all like this. After experiencing life and death in the ruins of Longcheng, and seeing Fang Yun die in front of them without being able to help, their mentality underwent a huge change.
What's more, they had all been affected by the power of blood.
"Since the Eastern Saint is not here, according to the rules, we can only go to the Southern Saint Pavilion."
"Let's go! Old Saint Nan is very reasonable and will definitely handle this matter."
Everyone entered the Nansheng Pavilion.
A quarter of an hour later, an old voice sounded in the sky above the Holy Temple.
"Hold the holy council!"
All the scholars in the Holy Academy were stunned. In the past few years, the Holy Council had only been held during the Battle of the Two Realms Mountain. Last year, a Holy Council was held because of the Moon Tree Divine Punishment. Now, the New Year was about to come. What major event would be worthy of a Holy Council
Many people looked at the Hall of All Saints. During the holy council, the real bodies or divine thoughts of the saints would return to the Holy Court. The divine thoughts of the heads of the Confucius family and the six sub-saint families would enter the Hall of All Saints to listen.
After a while, Meng Jingye and Wei Huangan walked out of Nansheng Pavilion.
Wei Huangan's face was as gloomy as water.
Meng Jingye said helplessly: "The rules of the Holy Court are very strict. We can't invite you into the Holy Court. Only a few of us can enter. The Southern Saint apologized personally, and even I was driven out to accompany you. Don't blame the Southern Saint."
Wei Huangan sighed and said, "The old man Nan Sheng is kind and amiable, and even apologized. I am so grateful that I can't even begin to blame him. If I have to blame someone, I should blame my insignificant influence."
"The duration of the Holy Council varies. If I am right, there will be no result today. I want to bring the Swallowing Sea Shell to Madam Fang. Will you stay here and wait for the result, or come with me?"
Wei Huangan said: "The Fang family should be holding a funeral hall to commemorate Fang Xusheng now. Of course I have to go and pay my respects."
.(To be continued.)