"Yang Xian, you...you can't kill me!"

Ouyang Wenzhong was jammed by Yang Xian and lifted his neck into the air. His body was shaking in the air, and blood kept flowing out of his mouth.

He raised his eyelids and looked at Yang Xian with hissing, and said with a silence: "I am also a generation of Wenzong. If you kill me, you will be an enemy of the entire Confucian sect. At that time, the world will be of no place to stay!"

Yang Xianzheng held Ouyang Wenzhong and walked towards the Confucian Temple. Hearing this, he glanced at Ouyang Wenzhong in his hand and sneered, "Being an enemy of the entire Confucian Sect? Are you a servile and humble person like you deserve to be a Confucian Sect? If you don't do a good person, you are willing to be a dog and dare to call yourself a Confucian disciple?"

He said as he walked, and in a blink of an eye, he had already arrived at the gate of a hall. He threw it away casually, and with a "thump", Ouyang Wenzhong had been thrown into the hall by him.

The statue of the god worshipped in this hall is the holy image of the first generation of the Confucian sect leader. The holy image sat upright, wore a comb on his head, and held a tablet in his hand, with a majestic appearance.

When Ouyang Wenzhong fell from the hall, just before passing this holy elephant, he cut off the tablet in the holy elephant's hand with a "crack". When it landed, his knees were kneeling on the cushion in front of the holy elephant, and his head involuntarily knocked towards the crossbar in front of the cushion, and immediately the boss got a bag.

"Yang Xian, you... you have committed a great crime to damage the holy elephant!"

Ouyang Wenzhong threw his head on the ground, his body was so soft that he could not raise his head no matter what. Blood foam flowed from his mouth, and he whimpered and scolded: "You dare to destroy my ancestor of Confucianism. It's true that he is a rioter who is against human ethics!"

Yang Xian stepped into the hall at this time, looked at the holy elephant in front of him and sneered: "My Confucian ancestor, I don't hold a book sword in my hand, but what about this shit? A group of dog slaves who tampered with my Confucian classics, even changed the holy elephant!"

He kicked Ouyang Wenzhong with a kick, and a strong energy came out, shouting: "Qingzhou has been drought for years and the people are displaced. You don't want to ask for help from the people to help the victims, but instead drink and have fun all day long, lingering in brothels. You dare to call yourself a Confucian disciple. Are you learning this about Neo-Confucianism?"

Ouyang Wenzhong was forced to tremble suddenly by his energy, and then his head couldn't help but knock on the ground one after another, "bang bang bang bang bang" knocked the horizontal wood in front of him constantly, and the wood chips flew.

After Yang Xian cursed, he raised his foot and stepped on the tablet that fell on the ground to pieces.

He glanced at Ouyang Wenzhong who kept knocking on the horizontal tree, "It is a waste of loyalty and filial piety, but it is actually worse than pigs and dogs! If you say loyalty, who are you loyal? Is it the Great Zhou Dynasty or the people of the world? Well? There are so many people who died in Qingzhou, why don't you see you waiting to save a life?"

"Bang bang bang", Ouyang Wenzhong still kowtowed constantly, the big bag on his head was broken, and blood kept splashing.

Although he was determined to stop, a stream of true energy in his body controlled his whole body, making him like a puppet pulling a thread, and had to repeatedly strike forward mechanically without any resistance.

Yang Xian sneered, "Filial piety? Who are you filial? Are you a child in your clan or a relative? You draw money and ointment to worship your parents and parents, and call it filial piety to the outside world! Where do you place the people in the world? You also have the face to say the word "filial piety"!"

The more he spoke, he became more and more angry, and he kicked it out again. Ouyang Wenzhong's head was like a group of chickens pecking at rice. The speed of kowtowing immediately accelerated a little. The blood on his forehead dyed the crosswood red, dripping along the wooden pillar.

"Yang Xian, let me go!"

Ouyang Wenzhong repeatedly knocked forward in his head and screamed: "Everyone is a disciple of Confucianism, how could you humiliate me like this?"

Yang Xian snorted coldly: "How can I be considered humiliating if I ask you to kneel down and worship the holy elephant of the ancestor in the sect?"

Ouyang Wenzhong was speechless immediately.

Amid the "bang bang" sound, Yang Xian looked at one side of the hall.

There are three rows of smaller statues of gods on both sides of the Holy Elephant of the Confucian ancestor, including three people on the left and three people on the right. There are nine people on both sides. The statues in the entire hall plus the ancestor of the Confucian ancestor, have a total of ten people, which means Great Perfection.

Yang Xian fell on the first statue on the left, and saw the first statue with long eyebrows and long beards, white and clean face, green robe, foot covered with clouds, holding a tablet in his hand, and a solemn face.

Only when you open this person, you are decent and elegant, and you are not comparable to ordinary people. When you see him, you will feel a kind of affection and respect.

Looking down, I saw a few golden and pink characters "The God Position of the Past Saint Zhu Pingzixi" written on the tablet in front of this person.

"Okay! OK! OK!"

Yang Xian looked at the statue in front of him and sneered, "My Confucianism has been passed down for thousands of years. In the Confucian temples of all ages, only the Confucianism sages who were contemporaries of the ancestors, and they would never dare to add statues of later generations. Your Neo-Confucianism lineage is very powerful. You have removed the position of sub-saints and placed Zhu Zixi here!"

His voice became cold, like the ice of thousands of years, "I think you might as well remove the holy image of the ancestor and put Zhu Zixi's statue in the middle!"

"Bang bang bang"

The answer to him was Ouyang Wenzhong's continuous kowtows.

Yang Xian glanced over Zhu Zixi's statue and looked to the side. He found that the second statue was also named Zhu, and the words "The ancestor Zhu Kaowen became the god's position".

After seeing this, Yang Xian was even more angry, "This Zhu Kao and Zhu Wencheng is Zhu Zixi's son, and he was actually placed in the main hall!"

He looked at the third statue of the god, but saw that the third statue was also named Zhu, and it was written with the words "The wise man Zhu Gu cultivating the throne of the gods".

"Zhu Xiuwen is Zhu Zixi's grandson and Zhu Kao's son. Now he is placed in the main hall for worship!"

After seeing the three statues of gods, Yang Xian was furious, "The three generations of ancestors and grandchildren were actually placed in the main hall of the Confucian Temple to accept the worship of all people. It's really a big face!"

He looked at the three statues of gods and snorted coldly: "Since you like to be worshipped so much, then I will be worshipped!"

He sneered a few times, and suddenly bent down to salute the three statues of the Zhu family in front of him, "Three saints, please accept a worship from Yang!"

"boom!"

When he bent down to salute, the three holy elephants on the opposite side shook violently at the same time, and then leaned violently at the same time. When Yang Xian bent his back and bowed halfway, the statue of Zhu Xiuwen in the innermost part exploded into mud powder with a "boom". Then the statue of Zhu Wencheng also turned into powder, and only Zhu Zixi's statue kept trembling.

Although the entire statue's paint surface cannot be peeled off and has fallen backwards and lying flat, it still exists.

Until Yang Xian's forehead was pressed against his knees and after the ceremony was completed, the statue of Zhu Zixi, who had completely fallen down on the other side, could no longer bear it, and silently turned into a pile of dust.

Yang Xian slowly stood up after a week, "Evil demons and heretics, this is nothing more than this!"
Chapter completed!