The Liu couple were stunned.
After a moment, Liu Laoshi let out a shrill cry and rushed out of the house.
"Mother..."
Liu Laoshi pressed the edge of the well and looked down, and saw his mother lying on her back with her eyes closed and a peaceful expression, sinking into the water.
"mother!"
Liu Laoshi jumped into the well suddenly.
Plop!
Liu's mind went blank, and then she rushed to the well madly, wanting to send the bucket and rope into the well to save people, but her foot slipped, and the bucket and rope did not enter the well, and she herself fell into the well.
Plop!
The entire family of three fell into the water.
Liu Laoshi grabbed the wall of the well with one hand and held his dying mother with the other, while Liu held on to the wall of the well tightly.
"Help..." Liu yelled towards the well, cursing as she yelled, "It's all this old man's fault. Let her die, and why did she implicate me! You useless thing, let her die, why did you die with her! I..."
Liu suddenly shut up because she found her husband's eyes were dark, as if hiding endless anger, sadness and resentment, as well as unconcealable disappointment and despair.
Liu's heart trembled, feeling that she had done something wrong, but she was too stubborn to bow to her husband.
"I am leaving."
Liu Laoshi finished speaking slowly, then sank into the water holding his dying mother.
Liu burst into tears and grabbed her husband, trying to lift him up, crying, "I was wrong! I was wrong! Don't die, don't die! I will never send all my money to my parents again, I will never scold you again, I will never scold my mother again, I will do my best to treat my mother's illness in the future, don't die, don't die... Woo woo..."
Liu Laoshi and his mother completely sank into the water.
The water splashed gently, but it was deathly silent.
The moss on the wall of the well was dark green, the well water was quiet, and black hair was floating in the water.
Liu stared blankly into the water, her eyes dull.
Suddenly, a strong wind blew at the wellhead, and the manhole cover fell on the wellhead, covering the well.
Total darkness.
"ah… "
Many strange things happened in various parts of the human race.
At this time, Liu Shan in the palace held two pages of poetry in his hands and looked at Fang Yun without fear.
Fang Yun lowered his head and continued writing.
Three Poems for the Wanderer in Liushan
Mother hands line, wandering clothing.
Departure thick seam, meaning fear of delay in return.
Who says that the love of a child can never repay the kindness of his parents
Fang Yun did not write quickly.
When Fang Yun wrote a word, the people present read it, and a loving mother appeared before their eyes, holding a thread, making clothes for her son who was about to go on a long journey. The mother sewed carefully, fearing that the sewing was not strong enough and her son's clothes would be damaged if he stayed away for too long.
Who dares to say that a filial piety as weak as that of a blade of grass can repay the great maternal love that is like the spring sun that nourishes all things
The poem is finished, talent rises, four feet three inches, to protect the country!
Strange visions occurred one after another.
The scent of ink spreads for ten miles, and sadness spreads under the dark clouds.
Sending love across thousands of miles.
A voice similar to Fang Yun's came from the dark clouds in the sky, conveying this poem. The dark clouds covered the entire country, and the sound of the poem spread to twenty states.
After listening to this affectionate poem about the country, many people had red eyes and many people shed tears.
In lonely boats, on city walls, in carriages, and on river banks, countless people far away from home shed tears silently, and then burst into tears.
Jiang Hechuan wiped the tears from his eyes with his sleeve and said, "If 'It's better to have no son now' is the first line of poetry about mother, then this "Song of the Wandering Son" is the first poem about mother. The sentiment of this poem is so filial that it moves the heavens."
Chen Zhixu sighed and said, "The thread in my mother's hand carries my love for thousands of miles, and the needle between her fingers pierces through twenty years."
"In the first four lines, the poem is like a plain painting, without a single word of love or thought, but the feelings are deep and the thread is piercing the heart."
“A mother’s love shines like the sun, nourishing all things, and filial piety is like the green grass, just right, just right, and it is difficult to find a better poem than this.”
Many scholars commented on the poem with red eyes and tears. Some officials even covered their faces and cried silently. No matter how hard they tried to wipe away the tears, they could not.
“Mother…” The young Jingjun could no longer sit still. He rushed through the curtain crying, knelt in front of the Queen Mother and sobbed softly.
The Queen Mother and the palace maids all bowed their heads and wiped away their tears.
Fang Yun's eyes were red. He put away his pen and slowly looked up at Liu Shan.
The sky shook.
Everyone felt as if endless divine thunder exploded in the sky, followed by an immense power slowly descending.
Everyone sent out their spiritual thoughts and looked up towards the sky above the imperial palace.
The dark clouds then split apart, and endless holy light poured down from the cracks, dozens of times brighter than the midday sun.
The cracks in the dark clouds grew larger and larger, and the light became wider and wider. Finally, everyone saw that where the light converged, a wordless and colorless monument emerged.
No one could see the specific shape of the monument, no one could see the color of the monument, and no one could see the inscriptions on the monument. It seemed as if it was not a force that existed in the world, and it was not a real object.
Honor the ancestral monument.
The supreme power of Confucianism, representing filial piety, is revealed.
The moment they saw the Ancestral Monument, everyone finally understood that the power above the dark clouds was not to summon the "Book of Filial Piety" or Zengzi's thoughts, but to call for the Ancestral Monument.
Honoring ancestors is rarely seen among humans, because honoring ancestors not only represents the love for parents, but also the love for ancestral blood. It is the spiritual vein of the human race, the source of the human bloodline, and the true belief, not the delusion of the ignorant, let alone the will of evil gods.
The members of Zuo Xiang's party looked at the ancestral monument and felt like crying but had no tears.
Now there is finally good news. This has nothing to do with Zengzi's intention. The Zeng family, the Zisi family and the Meng family will not take action.
The bad news is that the Ancestral Monument is a holy treasure of the same level as the Nine Cauldrons of Great Xia. Back then, Fang Yun summoned the Nine Cauldrons of Great Xia with an astonishing poem "Yueyang Tower Inscription" and resisted the holy power of the Jiao Saint, which is greater than that of ordinary semi-saint treasures.
And the worse news is that if the ancestor saint attacked Zengzi's thoughts, he would offend three noble families, but if he attacked the ancestral monument, he would most likely offend half of the holy families of the human race.
In ancient legends, after every human dies, a part of their soul will merge into the ancestral monument. As long as they consider themselves human, they will enter it and turn into an invisible force to protect the human race and prevent the evil gods and evil beliefs from the outside world from tarnishing the human faith.
If the monument to honor ancestors is destroyed, the human race may become very powerful, but if they abandon the spiritual heritage, they will become walking corpses and slaves of demons and barbarians.
Honoring the ancestral monument is not about gods or saints, but it is the tangible spiritual trace left by every person between heaven and earth.
However, many people noticed that the anxiety on Liu Shan's face disappeared, replaced by calmness.
Everyone noticed the change in Liu Shan's expression, and some people secretly thought that something was wrong.
It is true that the Patriarch would not attack the Monument to Honor Ancestors, but the Patriarch could completely protect Liushan with the power of the Holy Way and the Holy Way treasures. After all, the Monument to Honor Ancestors would not attack a university scholar at all costs, and the actual punishment it would bring was limited.
A faint smile appeared on the face of the left-wing party member.
In the court, the hearts of many scholars sank deeply.
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