Zhao Qianzhang looked surprised and looked up at the sky, but saw nothing.
Seeing Fang Yun didn't say anything, Zhao Qianzhang didn't ask any more questions and said, "This is an unprecedented victory in the industry. After we have cleared out the remaining monsters, please ask Fang Xusheng to lead us to the Godly Artisan Temple to hold a grand ceremony to worship the Saint Zhuge with the death of hundreds of millions of monsters."
"certainly."
After Fang Yun finished speaking, he suddenly remembered something and asked, "How are the great scholars of Haiya now?"
Zhao Qianzhang's eyes flashed with coldness, and he said, "All the great scholars of Haiya in Chuancheng died in the battle. As for the great scholars of Haiya in other places, they are all preparing for the Divine Craftsman Conference next month. Now that the monsters have been eliminated, my lifelong wish has been fulfilled. I am willing to solve all the hidden dangers for you."
Fang Yun did not ask Zhao Qianzhang what means he used to send those people from Chuancheng to their deaths, but said: "No need. Just stop them from participating in the Holy Sacrifice Ceremony. After the Holy Sacrifice Ceremony, there is no need to impose any restrictions on them. After all, they are also part of the industry and will always contribute to it."
Zhao Qianzhang didn't quite understand what Fang Yun meant, but he agreed firmly: "It will be as you wish."
Fang Yun reached out his hand and put the standing remains of the Wolf God Emperor into the Shell of Heaven and Earth.
Zhao Qianzhang whispered, "Fang Xusheng, there is one thing I don't know whether I should tell you or not."
"But it's okay."
"The other great scholars in Haiya are mediocre and not worth mentioning, but Jing Lan's craftsmanship is not inferior to mine. I observed him carefully that day and found that he even surpassed me in some aspects. His craftsmanship skills do not seem to be derived from the holy teachings taught by the sage Zhuge." Zhao Qianzhang said.
Fang Yun nodded and said, "The Shengyuan Continent and the Haiya Ancient Land have exchanges every few years. Jing Lan has also been to the Shengyuan Continent many times. He has studied under many famous workers and even studied in a semi-saint family. It is not surprising that he surpasses you in some aspects."
"He used his technology to win over some craftsmen a few days ago. If we let him continue, I'm afraid he will gather a considerable force." Zhao Qianzhang's tone sounded a little worried.
"I know my limits on this. As long as he abides by the rules of the industry, there's nothing wrong with him becoming bigger," Fang Yun said with a smile.
"It seems that you have other means. I have worried too much." Zhao Qianzhang felt relieved.
Three days later.
Before dawn, Shu City seemed like a deserted city because most of its citizens had already arrived at the Shu Mountain in the north of the city.
At the foot of Shu Mountain, there are not only residents of Shu City, but also humans from the other nine cities.
Since the past few days, people from the other nine cities have been using various mechanisms and vehicles to travel day and night, all for this day.
At this moment, the number of people at the foot of Mount Shu has reached tens of millions.
On the hillside of Mount Shu, there is a palace that is not particularly grand and spectacular. However, this palace is far more exquisite than any other building. It even has a feeling of being completely integrated into the mountains, rivers, world and earth, and is extremely harmonious.
The Shenjiang Hall is the crystallization of the technology of great masters of the industry throughout the ages.
The large square in front of the Temple of the Divine Craftsman was filled with scholars and craftsmen from all over the country, quietly waiting for the grand ceremony of offering sacrifices to the Holy Saint.
When the time came, drums beat loudly, chimes rang, and music lingered.
Afterwards, great Confucian scholars from all over the country began to perform sacrifices according to the improved Zhou rituals.
A calf was burned on the Thai altar as a sacrifice to heaven.
A pit was dug in Taizhe to bury a calf as a sacrifice to the earth.
Afterwards, sacrifices were offered to the four seasons, the sun, the moon, the stars, the water, the four directions, and all the mountains and rivers.
After offering sacrifices to heaven and earth, Fang Yun put on ceremonial robes and first offered sacrifices to Confucius, and then to the six sub-sages.
Finally, Fang Yun led all the great scholars and university officials to the front of Zhuge's holy temple, burned incense and worshiped, read the sacrificial text, and performed sacrifices based on the great merit of slaughtering the monsters and barbarians.
After the sacrificial text was read, Fang Yun held the text in both hands, lit it on top of the incense and candles, then gently let go of his hands. The sacrificial text was completely burned and finally turned into a point of light and flew into the Zhuge Holy Temple.
Everyone thought everything was over, but the main bell of the Temple of the Divine Craftsman suddenly made a deafening sound.
The sound penetrated the heavens and the earth, spread all over the world, and spread throughout the entire industrial world.
This sound was far louder than the sound of the previous Divine Craftsmen Association.
Many scholars and craftsmen were stunned, surprised and happy, because it was rumored that after the true death of Sage Zhuge, the main bell in the Temple of Divine Craftsmen had emitted such a grand sound.
After the bell sound faded away, a worn-out brush about a foot long, wrapped in a faint white light, flew out of the hall and landed in front of Fang Yun.
Everyone was just curiously observing this brush that they had never seen before, but Fang Yun was stunned.
Fang Yun has seen this brush.
When he was in the Holy Ruins, it was this brush that Old Bi was standing on.
However, at this moment, Bi Lao's aura was completely gone.
Fang Yun originally thought that the Pen Master would appear in front of him, not just a single brush.
When the great scholars on the sea cliff outside the former residence of the Semi-Saint were besieging Fang Yun, Fang Yun rushed into the former residence of the Semi-Saint just because he heard the voice of Master Bi saying that the former residence of the Semi-Saint was about to be opened.
Fang Yun recalled the old man's voice. It was extremely old and even a little intermittent. It was obvious that he had reached the end of his life.
Now, this broken brush flew in front of Fang Yun, and it was the home that the old man had found for himself.
However, the pen was broken and could not be repaired.
Fang Yun was mourning for Bi Lao in his heart when the Inkstone Turtle suddenly flew out from the Heaven and Earth Shell on its own, floated in the air, staring at Bi Lao with a greedy look.
Just like before, most of the body of the ink girl was immersed in ink, with only the area above her upper lip exposed above the water.
Gurgle…
The ink girl was spitting bubbles in the ink, and Fang Yun looked at her in confusion.
Mo Nu continued to spit out bubbles, but Fang Yun could hear that the sound of the bubbles was similar to the sound of telepathy, conveying Mo Nu's words.
“The four treasures…gathered together…to honor him with their writings…the old pen…was reborn… The four treasures…gathered together…to honor him with their writings…the old pen…was reborn…”
Miss Mo was afraid that Fang Yun couldn't hear clearly, so she kept repeating the same sentence.
Fang Yun suddenly realized, smiled at Mo Nu and nodded in thanks.
The inkstone turtle's eyes suddenly lit up, it rushed forward, bit the brush, and tried to escape.
But how could it escape from Fang Yun's palm? Fang Yun stretched out his hand like lightning, grabbed its neck, and snatched the brush back from its mouth.
The turtle kicked its legs wildly, but could do nothing to Fang Yun. It could only tilt its neck and glare at Fang Yun, continuing to kick its legs wildly like an old turtle struggling in the water.
Fang Yun's mind moved, and a light golden holy page flew out from the shell of heaven and earth and hovered in front of him.
Fang Yun held the brush in his right hand and dipped it in ink. The ink girl moved up, and the ink below her waist was like a water snake, wrapping around Fang Yun's right hand and finally stopping at Fang Yun's wrist. She was quite shy and did not dare to look at Fang Yun.
Yan Gui also stretched his neck to see what Fang Yun was writing, but Fang Yun dropped his left hand and picked up Yan Gui's neck and placed it at his side, as casually as if he was carrying a bag.
The ink turtle was extremely angry and kicked and flapped its legs wildly.
The scholars and craftsmen nearby were stunned and had no idea what was going on. However, they all looked at the inkstone turtle, which looked like a little tortoise, with pity.
Fang Yun ignored the inkstone and held the pen with concentration. After a few breaths, he said in a clear voice: "Junior Fang Yun, I am fortunate to come here and meet you. I have no way to repay you, so I will write a poem to present to the sage Zhuge, to spread his great name and show his virtue and righteousness."