"What's wrong? The Kong family can dig up other people's ancestral graves, but I'm not allowed to dig up his family's graves?"

"You can't blame the [Holy Master] for being unworthy of his descendants. How could Zhongni be so blameless!

"

"Who said I want to touch Confucius? I still respect Zhongni very much..."

Frowning in dissatisfaction, Zhao Yinshun shook his legs in an attempt to shake Qi Tong away, but unexpectedly she hugged him tighter.

"Your respect is too heavy. I'm afraid Zhongni won't be able to bear it!"

"…………"

"How can I, the majestic Damin, the Duke of Zhenguo, be so insulting to the sages of the past?"

Not to mention insulting the sages, you kill the current saints at your request. Is there anything else that you dare not do?

Holding the young man's thigh tightly, Qi Tong made up his mind to stop his crazy behavior, otherwise everyone in the world would really unite and punish him.

Seeing Qi Tong's determined look, Zhao Yinshun sighed helplessly.

"Oh... okay, I promise you I will never touch Kong Zhongni."

"real?"

"I have the golden words."

Hearing this, Qi Tong let out a long sigh of relief, let go of his thigh and stood up slowly, and then saw a faint smile on the young man's face.

"However, the graves of the rest of the Kong family have been dug out, and even Jesus can't save them!"

Subconsciously, he reached out to grab it, but only caught a trace of air. Qi Tong looked at the bubbles that faded and dissipated in front of him, and deep despair gradually welled up in his eyes.

Why didn’t I choose [Minguan] in the first place?

If you can't catch him, you can still hit him and die in front of him!

……………………

The majestic and solemn building complex covers an area of ​​thousands of acres. From a distance, it looks like a miniature version of the Forbidden City. Divine light invisible to the naked eye blooms from the various palaces inside. Even the sun in the sky cannot suppress these brilliance.

After crossing the vermilion gate, Zhao Yinshun looked around the [Confucius Temple] with interest. An old man with an old face but neat clothes followed tragically behind him.

"So, the real body of [Confucius Temple] is in the sacred area, and this place is just a projection?"

"There are still differences. There are thousands of [Confucian temples] in the world, but only our Confucius Temple in Qufu is the original one."

"There's no difference in my eyes."

"…………"

The old man, who was still a little proud at first, stopped breathing, lowered his head unwillingly, and secretly cursed in his heart.

Vulgar martial artist!

"By the way, in such a large building complex, does Kong Zhongni live alone?"

"Ahem, of course not. There are a total of 173 people worshiped inside. In addition to the [Holy Master], there are also 172 worshipers."

"They are the four sages, the twelve philosophers, the seventy-nine sages, and the seventy-seven sages."

"Among them, [The Most Holy Master] is the main worshiper, that is, the main worshiper. The shrine is in the middle of [Dacheng Hall], facing south."

"The [Four Saints] are worthy of enjoyment. They are the first level of worshipers."

"Two people from the east side are on the east side of the hall, facing west; two people from the west side are on the west side of the hall, facing east. The Fusheng Yanzi, the Zongsheng Zengzi, the Shushengzi Sisizi, and the statues of the sub-sage Mencius are sitting next to Confucius.

The two sides of the image..."

Listening to the old man's methodical introduction, Zhao Yinshun nodded with understanding.

Seeing the boy's reaction, the old man thought he had experienced a profound cultural heritage, and he was secretly happy.

The boy can be taught, maybe I can correct his lawless character and make him realize his mistakes.

However, the next second, the subtle arc of the old man's mouth froze on his face, and he realized deeply what it means to be a rotten tree that cannot wither.

"There are too many. Don't make these bells and whistles in the future. All the worshipers except Zhongni will be removed. Since it is a [Confucius Temple], it is enough to have a symbol of Confucius."

Having said this, Zhao Yinshun turned around and gave instructions to the soldiers behind him.

"Pass my order, and from now on all [Confucius Temples] in the world will follow the same rules, but anyone who violates them will be regarded as an obscene worshiper."

"Follow the order!"

"…………"

The dull mouth grew bigger and bigger. The old man was stunned for a few seconds, then suddenly jumped up and screamed.

"No! Absolutely no! The sacrificial regulations of the Confucius Temple are decreed by the saints. No one except Your Majesty can... uh..."

Suddenly remembering the title of the young man in front of him, the emotional old man suddenly got stuck.

[Zhenguo Gong], Emperor Zuo managed Yin and Yang, leveled the country, and unified everything.

As long as the [Emperor] has no clear objection, he represents the will of the [Emperor]!

"What can no one do?"

"Uh...no one...no one..."

After muttering a few words dryly, the old man became anxious and knelt down sadly to admonish.

"Master [Zhen Guo Gong], the laws of our ancestors cannot be abolished!

"

"Oh, then I will make a decision that goes against my ancestors today, and the [Shenwu Army] will obey the order."

"promise!"
Chapter completed!