"This is Prefecture Lord He Zhengchen, he is refuting Prince Liang’s manifesto." Zhao Xing silently watched.
"Not so!" On one side of the square, two Ritual Repairers dressed in black scholar robes stood up.
One of them, nad Wang Chengsi, loudly said: "Liu Si was commanded to reform the system, change the law and prosper, without using the system, pressuring the royal family, infringing on the vassals, alienating ministers, and estranged kin. This is a great evil, deserving of death!"
Yu Tianhai chid in: "Liu Si promoted governance, causing the ruler to distrust ministers, ministers to distrust the ruler, the rule of law and rites not upheld, for over two hundred and thirty-six years, households declined, families torn apart by death, does the ruler consider this innocent?"
He Zhengchen smirked coldly: "You all privately received rewards from the prince, dare you speak recklessly of law and rites?"
Yu Tianhai did not address this point, but continued: "The treacherous of the country harms the people, harms the ruler second, harms the ancestors third, the Yin God loses its fire, many beco lonely ghosts, complained and resentful..."
"Absurd!" He Zhengchen shouted angrily, two golden words burst from his mouth, interrupting Yu Tianhai’s speech.
And the weaker Ritual Repairers nearby began to feel dizzy and fainted.
He Zhengchen then began to refute one by one.
Zhao Xing watched this scene and couldn’t help but shiver secretly.
"The grand debate among Ritual Repairers is truly a bloodless murder, in just a mont, hundreds of civil officials have died."
The duel continued, Zhao Xing left two clones here to await the result.
Then he flew towards the divine temple.
At this mont, the temple was still shrouded in a black vortex.
Zhao Xing had worked at the Earth God Temple before, so he knew a bit about the Sacrificial Path.
At this black vortex now, no living people were seen, only groups of ghosts were wailing.
"Of the eighty-nine halls of the temple, eighty percent are empty, all have stepped down from their altars." Zhao Xing used a top-level Heavenly Eye Skill and still saw through the layers of mist. "Most cannot protect themselves, only those god statues from ancient legends, and First Grade True Gods, remain in statue form."
"I wonder how my Minister of Agriculture God fares."
Zhao Xing glanced at a certain area of the temple.
Since the Grand Ancestor, there have been seven generations of Grand Ministers of Agriculture.
There are six First Grade Minister of Agriculture Gods, all statues of past Grand Ministers of Agriculture.
Li Boqian is still alive, if he were to die, he would also receive incense offerings.
Prefecture level temples typically display these six Minister of Agriculture Gods.
Of the six Minister of Agriculture Gods, four each have a hall for independent offerings.
The other two are from the Earth Advantage Sect’s leader lineage of Grand Ministers of Agriculture, so in their halls, they reside as secondary, with the Earth God as the primary.
The Earth God statue has a thousand appearances, and this one is particularly ferocious looking now.
The Self Sect’s Minister of Agriculture God exists too.
But it is rely a Second Grade statue residing in the Ji God Temple.
The arrangent of the six halls is also significant.
The Wu Cheng Zhen Jun Hall is located directly east with a larger space.
As Zhao Xing looked over.
The Wu Cheng statue suddenly opened its eyes.
Zhao Xing was startled.
He hadn’t invited the god.
Please don’t co down, I still have a use for my life.
Wu Cheng seed to understand Zhao Xing’s thoughts, a hint of a smile flashed in his eyes, then they closed again.
As if the appearance just now was an illusion.
Zhao Xing breathed a sigh of relief, planning to look away.
Then from the northeast position of the temple, another statue suddenly ca to life.
"Wait." A voice sounded in Zhao Xing’s ear.
Zhao Xing’s face stiffened and he had to turn back.
At this mont, the statue in the Northeast Hall disappeared, and outside the temple gate, an elder holding an ink jade staff suddenly appeared.
The previous Grand Minister of Agriculture, leader of the Heavenly Ti Sect, Fu Tianyang.
He was also the teacher of Li Boqian and Wang Tianzhi.
"Greetings to Heavenly Yang True Monarch." Zhao Xing cupped his hands.
"What True Monarch, call Ancestor." Fu Tianyang said.
Zhao Xing was taken aback.
"You practiced Near and Far, are Li Boqian’s student, calling Ancestor, shouldn’t you?" Fu Tianyang asked.
"Yes, Ancestor." Zhao Xing bowed again. "I wonder what Ancestor instructs."
"Move my golden body out quickly." Fu Tianyang scolded, "The Tianhe Temple is all a ss, and there are those harboring ulterior motives constantly buzzing in my ear, wanting to join in purging the court, I cannot stay there any longer."
No, learning Near and Far from Li Boqian can trigger such a task?
Zhao Xing originally did not intend to get involved in the temple disputes now, because he noticed that although the main temple priests of Tianhe Prefecture were fighting, the power of the Imperial Party was still greater than Prince Liang’s Party.
Because Prince Liang’s managent of Pinghai State mainly focused on the north and south sectors. In the east and west sectors, Prince Liang had not been managing for long.
So he planned to wait for the priests of the Tianhe Temple to settle the matter themselves first.
No need to seek trouble without cause!
Unexpectedly, just a glance triggered a task.
How could it be such a coincidence?
The golden body of the previous Grand Minister of Agriculture only held a Split Soul Body, it wouldn’t matter if it was gone.
Could it be arranged by Li Boqian for ?
While Zhao Xing was pondering, Fu Tianyang spoke again.
"Boy, are you going to save or not? Why are you dawdling?"
"You save the Ancestor’s golden body, then please let possess it, it only requires incense, won’t consu your lifespan." Fu Liyang said. "Consider quickly, won’t wait for you!"
"I’ll save!" Zhao Xing imdiately said, "Please wait, Ancestor!"
"Then I shall await your rescue!" Fu Tianyang smiled and disappeared.
Zhao Xing shook his head, finding no figure in front of the temple, as if it was his illusion.
In the Tianhe Temple, the Tianyang True Monarch statue also remained still.
"Yan Liu Qi Yun, still arranged by Li Boqian?" In the sky, Zhao Xing’s main body couldn’t help but glance at the panel.
"Perhaps both, my Qi Fortune rose to Yan Liu, yet still nothing fortunate happened."
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