Strange rays of divine light flew in from afar, of different colors, at least a hundred miles long, and fell into the holy temples one after another.
Afterwards, six shorter rays of divine light flew into the holy temples.
The head of a sub-sage family has the right to attend the saintly council meetings.
When the holy council began, all living beings retreated.
The Holy Academy was in chaos. Except for the saints, everyone put down their work and walked quickly out of the Holy Academy.
The door to the Punishment Hall suddenly opened, and nine purple-robed scholars also hurried away.
"Dong... That guy is simply crazy. He held a 'Saint's Council' just for Fang Yun! Unless a major change occurs and all the saints agree, each semi-saint can only hold a 'Saint' Council' once every twenty years to force a discussion on a topic to come to a conclusion!"
"Is it worth it for a dying scholar?"
"Alas, this is why all the saints recognized Lord Dongsheng. Lord Dongsheng convened the Saint Council at this time. First, to force us to come out and vote on poetry to atone for the crime; second, to ask all the saints to save Fang Yun; as for the third, I am afraid it is to express gratitude and send him off with the Saint Council. After all, Fang Yun is a virtual saint of poetry, and after all, he has increased the overall strength of my human race by at least 10%! Ordinary half-saints may not be able to do this!"
Long sighs followed one after another.
"However, we have not yet reached an agreement, so we cannot vote on poetry to atone for our crimes."
"As long as the Holy Palaces give the order, we can vote on poetry to atone for the crime. Since Lord Dongsheng has opened the Holy Council, the Sect... that person will definitely make some concessions."
"or… "
The nine great scholars suddenly fell silent, because everyone realized the biggest possibility: what Zong Sheng did was to deliberately force Dong Sheng to hold a sacred meeting and cut off Dong Sheng's right to hold a sacred meeting for the next twenty years.
Several great scholars shook their heads. The half-saints were too calculating. You didn't know what they were calculating until the last moment. Especially when dealing with foreign countries, they often made the demon saints suffer losses. In fact, the two races had been fighting secretly since a hundred years before the end of the thousand-year non-war treaty. The saints of the human race only suffered minor losses, but many demon half-saints died.
"So how should the poem be used to atone for the crime this time?"
"As long as the Holy Temples give the order, I will naturally agree. It's not for false sainthood, but simply because he should be qualified to atone for his sins with poetry."
“As it should be.”
The nine great scholars came to their conclusion almost immediately.
After everyone left the Holy Academy, everyone within a thousand miles looked up and saw that the sky above Daofeng Mountain seemed to have fallen into a strange world.
The sky above the Holy Academy was clear one moment, then thunder and lightning the next, then a violent storm, with aurora like a curtain, and meteors scattered everywhere. There were flowers blooming in the void, and day and night alternated...
All the scenes that humans could see were replayed in the sky above the Holy Academy. There were even many scenes that were completely incomprehensible, such as a battlefield soaked in thick blood, a world evolved from a drop of water, and millions of battles between humans and monsters...
Every now and then, there would be strange noises in the sky, as if it were the sound of heaven and earth. No one could understand it.
The entire holy academy is like a forbidden zone for life, and even great scholars will be torn into pieces by the aftermath of this horrific fight among the saints.
A quarter of an hour later, the nine elders of the Criminal Hall received an order from the saints, allowing the Criminal Hall to vote on Fang Yun's poems to atone for his crime. If the vote passed, Fang Yun would need to write three poems to protect the country before he could be released from prison.
Not long after, a loud bell sounded suddenly from the Holy Temple of Jingguo Academy, spreading throughout the capital.
Then, the voice of Minister Jiang Hechuan was heard.
"With the consent of the Eastern Saint, the Criminal Court and the King, the examinee Fang Yun will be given a poem to atone for his crime. If he writes about the Three Guardians of the Nation, he can be released from prison. If he wins first place in the joint examination, he can be exempted from all charges."
When Jiang Hechuan was halfway through his speech, millions of people in the capital cheered, but when Jiang Hechuan finished speaking, the huge city of Beijing fell silent, and even the children who had shouted the loudest before shut up.
After a brief silence, crowds from all over the capital exploded.
In front of the tiger prison, many students criticized it.
"Are those people in the Holy Academy... stupid? Why does Fang Yun need three articles to protect the country when it's his turn?"
"Fang Yun has been thinking over and over these days and he can probably write a national poem, but the Criminal Court requires three. It is less than twelve hours before the Jinshi exam tomorrow. Asking a Jinshi to think of two national poems twelve hours later, isn't this deliberately making things difficult for him?"
"Brother Qiao, why is the Xingdian like this?"
Qiao Juze sighed helplessly and said, "This matter cannot be blamed on the Punishment Hall. I just received news that it was an order from the Saint Halls. It should be that a certain... 'righteous' semi-saint is obstructing it."
"Simply... outrageous!" The scholar at the side almost cursed, but finally changed his words.
Everyone knew that it must be the Emperor of Qing who was obstructing it.
"Can Fang Yun do it? If Fang Yun is given a few more days, he might be able to write three poems to protect the country, but writing three poems in just one day is something that even Confucius may not be able to accomplish!"
"Nonsense, Confucius' words are full of truth, how can they be inferior to the guardian of the country?"
"It is fair to compare with Confucius. You are not allowed to write about the holy teachings, only ordinary poetry and prose."
"It's useless for you to discuss this matter. The best thing to do now is to think about how to help Fang Yun stabilize the country three times a day!"
At this moment, a dragon roar spread throughout the capital.
"All the saints of the human race, you are nothing. Wait until I am canonized as a saint, and then we will have a good fight!"
Snap…
A bolt of lightning fell from the sky and struck where the dragon roared.
"Ouch... This hurts so much, I really bear grudges!"
There was no thunder in the sky, and the dragon's roar no longer appeared.
“Ahhhhhh…”
A faint sound fell into everyone's ears after the dragon's roar.
Most people thought it was just an illusion, but people like Qiao Juze who were familiar with Fang Yun looked at Fang's house in surprise.
"This sound seems to be from Fang Yun's family's spirit beast, the little fox. How come it has also learned the dragon roar and thunder sound?"
"Maybe I heard it wrong?"
"Perhaps it was the help of the Yellow Dragon."
"I'm afraid so."
In Kongcheng.
"Brother Detian, I can't stand it any longer! I must take action now!"
"Brother Fang has repeatedly told us to wait until the Moon Tree Divine Punishment is over before we can take action. It will be useless to take action now."
"Then I'll just sit here and do nothing?"
"This matter involves a dispute between the two clans on a large scale, a dispute between saints on a medium scale, and a personal vendetta between the various clans and Fang Yun on a small scale. At this moment, we can only wait and see what happens!"
"Forget it. Let's wait and see if Fang Yun can protect the country with three articles."
Imperial city, Changle Palace.
The two women are located in the main hall of Changle Palace. One woman sits upright on the Empress Dowager's phoenix chair, and the younger one sits on the left side below.
"Your Majesty, Fang Yun's ability is comparable to a national treasure. Why don't you save him decisively?"
"This is just a small charge, it's not worth my helping him. Besides, he knows his limits. Even if the poem fails to atone for his crime, I can still use the tax exemption order before the exam tomorrow."
"Then what about me, the royal family of Jing Kingdom, just sitting there and waiting to die?"
The Queen Mother said slowly: "No, we can wait for the three articles to protect the country."
The sky was clear inside the capital, but it was snowing heavily outside the capital.
The Jade Mountain outside the capital is covered with snow, and the mountains and forests are clad in silver.
In the Lei family's villa, two great scholars sat on the ground, drinking tea and discussing philosophy. The snowflakes in the sky would fly away once they were within a foot of them.
"This is the first time we've met since we parted at the Jibing River." Lei Tingyu said with a smile.
"The snow here is much warmer than the Arctic Ice River." Zong Wenxiong said.
Lei Tingyu suddenly looked towards the capital and asked with a smile: "Brother, how many articles do you think Fang Yun can write to protect the country before the exam?"
"The sky is endless but human power is limited. Two chapters, the third one is at most Mingzhou."
.(To be continued..)