Shengyuan Continent, Kongcheng.
Crowded crowds of people and scholars were facing Daofeng Mountain, some standing and some kneeling.
The Holy Courtyard, in a side room in the main square.
On the table in the main hall of the house, there was a rosewood tray, and on the tray there was an object covered by red silk.
Sitting on a chair next to the table was an old man with gray hair. He was wearing a purple Confucian robe that had been washed many times and was even slightly torn. He looked solemn, but his face was pale without a trace of blood. His deep eye bags were particularly eye-catching, and his turbid eyes were full of bloodshot.
He held the teacup in both hands, and the cups collided with each other repeatedly, making slight sounds, revealing his trembling hands.
Just looking at his appearance and temperament, no one would associate this old man with a great scholar.
He is not only a great scholar, but also the former patriarch of the Zong family, the elder of the Dongsheng Pavilion, and the great scholar Zong Ganyu.
In the room, many clan members sat on both sides, looking gloomy and sad.
"Uncle, are we really going to kneel down and worship Fang Yun? I won't accept that!" A university scholar from the clan showed a sad look on his face. Because his eldest son opposed Fang Yun, his literary courage was shattered and he fell into a coma and lay still for many years.
"Don't mention the holy name casually!" said an elderly scholar from the clan.
"Until his statue enters the Holy Temple, he is not considered a true half-saint of the human race. Uncle, can we delay time? This Holy Temple is blessed by the power of the saints. Once his statue enters it, it will naturally gain the luck of our human race and become even stronger. It is better to let him die in Dragon City!"
"Yes, let's delay it for a few more days. When the statue is placed in the temple, we will all take sick leave and make him a laughing stock of the world, a half-saint who is ridiculed by everyone."
"You guys are so bold..." The old scholar shook his head slightly but did not try to stop them.
"Uncle, please say something."
Everyone in the Zong family looked at Zong Ganyu.
Zong Ganyu seemed to have just come to his senses. He glanced at everyone slowly with a cold gaze, asking everyone to shut up.
Zong Ganyu was very satisfied with the reactions of the crowd. He put down his teacup and said in a hoarse voice, "Do you think I am willing? Do you think I will swallow my pride? Do you think I, the dignified elder of the Eastern Saint Pavilion, the head of the human race, the patriarch of the Zong family, and the descendant of a half-saint, am willing to kneel down to Fang Yun?"
At the end of his speech, Zong Ganyu almost roared, his eyes bulged and his face flushed.
The room was completely silent.
"Speak!" Zong Ganyu suddenly grabbed the teacup and threw it to the ground.
Snapped…
No one dared to answer.
Zong Ganyu took a few deep breaths, snorted coldly, and his expression returned to normal.
"If you want to see the Zong family being attacked by the whole world, go ahead and do it. The holy statue is right here, you can saw it or burn it, I won't stop you." Zong Ganyu's voice became feminine.
Everyone was silent.
After a long while, Zong Ganyu sighed and said, "You are stupid. How many eyes are watching us now? If we make a mistake, we will bear the infamy for a hundred years. What's more, the plan of the Zajia School has been implemented, and it is imperative to compete with Fang... that villain for the Diplomatic School's Holy Path. Once the plan succeeds and the Diplomatic School's Holy Path is withdrawn, the embryonic form of the Political Path will be destroyed and Fang the villain will be doomed! Is it worth it for today's breath?"
Everyone hurried to admit their mistakes.
Zong Ganyu smiled grimly and said, "Today, if you want to kneel, I will kneel too. Didn't Fang Ze say that if you are patient, you will have peace; if you take a step back, you will have a bright future. However, as long as my Zong family is in charge of the East Saint Pavilion, are we still afraid of not being able to trip you up?"
Everyone was smiling.
"The master is right!"
"The battle in Ning'an City is raging, and they urgently need everything from the Holy Academy. We only need to postpone some official documents for a few days, and we can make them suffer a great loss!"
"We can't do anything about the statue's entry into the temple this time, but we can make the Fang family eat some flies during the canonization ceremony! How could those country bumpkins in the Fang family know how many rules the Holy Temple has?"
"Yes, yes, he is just an upstart. It is too easy for us to do something when the East Saint Pavilion and the Li Palace jointly organize the canonization ceremony."
"However, wouldn't it be better if we couldn't use the name of our clan to make those close to the Fang family make mistakes and embarrass the Fang family?"
"The Fang family is small, but each branch wants to take advantage of the Fang family's fame. There must be unscrupulous people among them. We only need to guide them a little to make the Fang family notorious."
"Wu State has been assisting Jing State. As long as we issue a transfer order and let Wu State help Gu State, we can greatly reduce the number of troops in Ning'an."
"That's great, hahaha..."
Zong Ganyu stroked his beard and smiled, but did not make a decision.
Several people sitting below the table remained silent, looking dejected. They had never expected that a distinguished family of semi-saints, a leader among scholars, and their own relatives would actually do such a despicable thing, and even target a semi-saint who had made great contributions to the human race.
Is this still a scholar
Those people looked at each other, saw helplessness in each other's eyes, and became even more disheartened.
Soon, the bell rang.
Zong Ganyu coughed lightly, straightened his clothes, and picked up the tray.
"Follow me."
Everyone from Dongsheng Pavilion filed out.
Almost all the scholars of the Holy Academy were standing on the big square.
All the elders in the ceremonial hall had been waiting for a long time and followed the team from the East Saint Pavilion, walking towards the Hall of All Saints.
Zong Ganyu had a blank expression on his face, holding a tray, but his hands were shaking slightly.
Many of the scholars who were watching vaguely realized that Zong Ganyu's heart was extremely complicated.
Even though he had been in a coma a few months ago because of Fang Yun's independence, and even though he had just vomited blood in anger because of Fang Yun's canonization, he had to come.
The scholars around looked at Zong Ganyu with all kinds of eyes. Some were full of sympathy, some had sarcastic expressions, and some smiled, especially the people of Jing, everyone felt happy.
When he reached the gate of the Temple of All Saints, Zong Ganyu lifted the front of his robe with his talent, knelt outside the threshold, and carried the tray inside the threshold.
"Welcome to Saint Fang!" Zong Ganyu's tongue burst into spring thunder, and his voice spread throughout Kongcheng.
"Welcome to Saint Fang!" All the people participating in the ceremony behind Zong Ganyu spoke with great enthusiasm and slowly lowered their heads.
All the scholars in the square, no matter what their status, even the heads of aristocratic families, slowly knelt on both knees and bowed.
In Kongcheng, the whole city knelt down.
Then, Zong Ganyu raised the tray high.
A light breeze blew away the red silk cloth, revealing the holy statue of Fang Yun.
In all the holy temples, all the holy statues suddenly seemed to come alive. They all turned their heads and their eyes lit up slightly.
The statue of Fang Yun seemed to come alive. It lowered its head slightly and bowed to the saints.
Afterwards, all the statues, from the semi-saints to the six sub-saints to the statue of Confucius, bowed to Fang Yun.
Although those participating in the ceremony lowered their heads, they could still see the scenes inside the Holy Temple with their peripheral vision.
When Zong Ganyu saw this scene, he was so shocked that he almost threw the tray away!
When the statue of the semi-saint of the human race first entered the Temple of All Saints, it was normal for the semi-saint to return the gift, but I had never heard of a sub-saint returning the gift! I had never seen a statue of Confucius return the gift!
It is just like, when a student bows to his teacher, it is enough for the teacher to nod, it is impossible for the teacher to bow in the same way. It is also like there are grandchildren who kowtow to their grandfathers, but no grandfathers who bow to their grandchildren.