After the worship, Fang Yun walked out of the hall and said with a smile: "Everyone, I have an unwelcome request. I wonder if you can agree to it?"
Many scholars looked at each other and smiled knowingly, guessing that Fang Yun must want to see the fragments of Wenquxing.
No scholar can resist the temptation of the fragments of Wenquxing.
Jing Liren smiled and said, "As long as we can do it, Mr. Zhibai, please feel free to say it."
Fang Yun said: "I want to take a look at the fragments of Wenquxing on the way."
Jing Liren stroked his beard and smiled, "This is the most precious treasure of the human race. It is hard for ordinary scholars to see it. But since Zhi Baixian has spoken, how can we be unkind? Come on, I will take you to see the most precious treasure of the human race."
"Thank you very much, fellow writers."
When everyone heard "Ji Zhibai" change his words to friend, they felt extremely relieved. This is a future literary giant, and he may even have the potential to become a semi-saint.
When they arrived at the entrance of the woods, all the scholars below the rank of Grand Secretary stopped and stood outside, while the Grand Secretary and great scholars accompanied Fang Yun into the woods.
After Fang Yun entered the woods, he immediately sensed the rich power of Wenqu Star.
Fang Yun looked up and saw an irregular silver stone more than one meter tall standing in front of him, emitting a silver glow.
Next to the fragment of Wenquxing, there sat four great scholars and four university scholars.
All eight of them sat in meditation with their eyes closed, immersing themselves completely in their practice.
Jing Liren secretly transmitted the message: "This item is too precious, so the major forces took turns to enter to practice. Because time is precious, please forgive them for not welcoming them."
Fang Yun nodded to show his understanding.
Then, Jing Liren proudly transmitted his voice: "Mr. Zhibai, even if you are in Shengyuan Continent, it would be difficult for you to get close to the fragments of Wenquxing so easily, right?"
Fang Yun did not respond at all. Jing Liren thought that Fang Yun was fascinated by the fragment of Wenquxing and became even more proud.
After determining the location of the Wenquxing fragments, Fang Yun exited the woods and walked outside with the other scholars.
After walking a dozen steps, Fang Yun suddenly stopped and said with a smile: "Look at my brain, I forgot an important thing."
"Oh? What's the matter?" Jing Liren asked.
Fang Yun said: "There should be some sacred red sandalwood here, right?"
Everyone was stunned, and Jing Liren answered instinctively: "Yes, but..."
Afterwards, everyone looked surprised, and only a few people were very pleasantly surprised.
The holy statues and holy medals of the human race’s holy temple are all made of specific woods, and consecrated red sandalwood is one of them.
Fang Yun's intention to sanctify the red sandalwood may very likely mean that there will be one more holy tablet in the holy temples of the Holy Academy of the Human Race.
Jing Liren came back to his senses and said in surprise, "No way. If a new saint is formed in the human race, even if they are cut off from the Holy Yuan Continent, all the holy temples in the Sea Cliff Ancient Land should be able to sense it."
Fang Yun smiled and said, "The human race does not have a new semi-saint. You will know when I establish a new saint tablet."
"Mr. Zhibai, you can't be careless about this matter. If you place the holy tablets randomly, it will definitely anger the will of the saints, and the loss will outweigh the gain." Jing Liren advised kindly.
"Of course I know about this. I won't joke with my own life. I really want to send the holy tablet into the holy temple." Fang Yun said.
"Are you sure you have the qualifications and authority to engrave the holy medals? All the holy medals here were engraved by the saints themselves!" Jing Liren said.
"I am sure."
There were sounds of people gasping for air all around, and everyone looked at Fang Yun with shining eyes.
If Fang Yun had merely entered with the Holy Academy's holy tablet, he would at most be considered a special envoy of the Holy Academy, with a status slightly higher than that of an ordinary Confucian scholar. But now he is qualified to engrave the holy tablet, so his true status is likely to be far beyond everyone's imagination.
The members of the Jing family looked at each other. Instead of being surprised, they had a hint of doubt. They hoped that "Ji Zhibai" would become as strong as possible, but there must be a limit. If he was really so strong that the Jing family could not contend with him, that would not be a good thing.
However, this kind of thing is difficult to refuse. After all, it is a major event for the human race. If it is really refused, disaster will surely occur.
So Jing Liren immediately sent someone to get the consecrated red sandalwood.
Fang Yun brought the consecrated red sandalwood to the side hall where the saints were enshrined.
"Brother Zhibai, you must be careful." Jing Liren was still afraid that something might go wrong.
Fang Yun smiled but did not answer. He opened his mouth slightly and the True Dragon Ancient Sword flew out, carving the sanctified red sandalwood into the standard shape of a holy medal.
The knowledgeable scholars were extremely shocked when they saw Fang Yun's ancient dragon sword.
There are actually eight dragon patterns on it!
The aura emitted by that ancient sword surpasses that of all the ancient swords of great Confucian scholars!
Some scholars respected Fang Yun more and more, but a few scholars felt uneasy and always felt that something was wrong.
Fang Yun, holding the uninscribed holy medal, slowly walked into the side hall, and finally walked to the end of the side hall and stopped in front of the high platform where the holy medal was placed.
Fang Yun held the holy tablet in his left hand and the True Dragon Ancient Sword in his right hand, carving two large characters stroke by stroke.
Fang Yun.
After carving, Fang Yun placed the holy medal at the last place among the saints, then turned and walked out.
There were no unusual changes in the temple.
Everyone understood that this "Ji Zhibai" did have the authority to establish a holy tablet and was not fooling around.
Walking out of the side hall, Fang Yun said solemnly without waiting for anyone to ask, "The holy tablet has just been erected. Please pay your respects."
Everyone had countless questions in their minds, but business was of the utmost importance and they did not dare to delay. They all entered the side hall and performed the ritual of three kowtows and nine bows in the same way as when they first paid homage to the saints. Everyone was like a new student.
After the worship, Jing Liren was about to ask if Fang Yun on the holy tablet was the genius Fang Yun mentioned by Lei Tingyu, when Fang Yun spoke with a smile.
"Everyone, let me introduce myself again. My name is Fang Yun. I am indeed the Dragon Clan's Wenxing Longjue and the special envoy of the Great Supervisory Council. I am also the Lord of the Yangtze River, the Lord of the Blood Rays, the Lord of the Ten Colds, the Lord of the Water Palace of the Holy Court, the Left Prime Minister of the Jing Kingdom, the Ancestor of Poetry, the Human Clan's Void Saint, and the Lord of the Political Dao."
The air froze instantly.
Everyone's expressions froze.
It's like time has stood still.
Everyone's mind also fell silent at this moment.
What's happening here
Everyone thinks differently now.
"Called Fang Yun? What the hell is this about making a holy tablet for yourself?"
"In other words, we kowtowed to this person just now?"
"Do we have any misunderstanding about the title of great scholar?"
"Who is this Fang Yun?"
"What are those series of masters?"
"Human race Virtual Saint? Are there still living Virtual Saints in the human race?"
"What is the way of politics? Can one become the master of the way of sainthood without being a semi-saint?"
Finally, everyone's questions focused on one point, that is, how could the person in front of them actually establish a new holy way and become the master of the holy way who created the political way
Everyone looked at Fang Yun, and their minds fell silent again.
Fang Yun took out the official seal and smiled slightly, revealing his white teeth.
"From now on, I will take over the Holy Temple of Haijiang City. Anyone who resists will be killed without mercy!"
The Holy Temple immediately burst into a surge of talent, which landed on Fang Yun’s official seal.
Everyone in the Jing family was stunned. This meant that even if the Jing family asked for the will of the Holy Jing, it was too late!
The Holy Temple does not belong to the Jing family, it belongs to the entire human race and to all the saints.
In the eyes of the saints, a Lord of the Holy Way is definitely far more important than a semi-saint on the edge of an ancient land who was canonized by trickery.
What's more, it was Fang Yun who took over the holy temple in a legal and reasonable manner.
Unless Jing Sheng’s will can deprive Fang Yun of his identity as the Lord of the Political Dao, otherwise, not to mention that Jing Sheng is dead, even if he is alive, he has no power or authority to deprive him of his identity and can only watch.
Because the Ritual Hall has officially announced that it will set up a holy tablet for Fang Yun in all the holy temples, but the East Holy Pavilion, which is responsible for carrying out this matter, has not yet officially placed it. But legally speaking, Fang Yun is already qualified to place his holy tablet in any holy temple.