Chapter 1289
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The bustling street was instantly silenced.
Who dared to call themselves "Bensei"?
Apart from a dozen or so Half-saint, no one dared to call themselves "Bensei". Otherwise, the Holy Temple would kill them immediately.
Everyone looked in the direction of the voice, wanting to know which Half-saint had arrived.
What everyone saw was an unfamiliar face, and he was only wearing a white plum blossom robe.
Which Half-saint was pretending to be Hanlin?
However, in the next moment, countless scholars widened their eyes in shock. There was only one person who could call himself a "sage" in the Hanlin Academy. He was Fang Yun, who was in the Illusionary Divine stage.
But didn't Fang Yun pass away?
Everyone looked at the unfamiliar Hanlin expectantly. Some people even took deep breaths to suppress their emotions.
Then, the light on the unfamiliar man's face dissipated, revealing his true appearance.
"Fang Xusheng!"
Everyone was shocked!
"Fang Xusheng is alive!"
"Fang Xusheng is alive!"
"County Magistrate Xiao Fang is not dead!"
"Yes! It's Fang Xusheng's voice. This voice is familiar! "
"Trustworthy!"
Instead of saying that they were convinced, it was better to say that they hoped that it was true.
Everyone's voices spread in all directions like waves. Many people looked at Fang Yun with red eyes.
At the entrance of the county office, Ji Zhibai, Fei Chang, and the other officials looked at Fang Yun, dumbfounded. Countless thoughts flashed through their minds. They thought of countless possibilities, but in the end, they became more and more confused.
"You … Aren't you dead?" Ji Zhibai stammered. His eyes were dull, as if he couldn't accept the fact in front of him.
"I'm not dead." Fang Yun said as he walked forward. The people in front of him immediately retreated to the sides, making a path for Fang Yun to enter the county office.
Fang Yun strode forward. Every step seemed to have the strength of a mountain, trampling on the hearts of Ji Zhibai and the others.
The other scholars looked at Fang Yun in disbelief. After all, the Notre-Dame had officially announced Fang Yun's death. Fang Yun's sudden appearance made people suspicious.
"You … do you know that pretending to be Xusheng is a crime punishable by the execution of nine generations of your family?!" Ji Zhibai said sternly.
"Do you know that burning books and burying Confucians is a crime punishable by execution?" Fang Yun asked.
Ji Zhibai immediately gave Fei Chang a look.
Fei Chang was at a loss. It took him a moment to come back to his senses. He blinked his eyes and finally understood Ji Zhibai's intentions. He hurriedly reached out to grab the official seal.
Fei Chang's hands were trembling. He didn't even dare to look at Fang Yun directly. He could only sneak glances at him, fear growing in his heart.
Even the head of the Half-saint family had died because of Fang Yun. He was just a small magistrate. The consequences of offending Fang Yun were too severe. Not only his official position, but also his literary title would be in trouble. Ji Zhibai was the best example.
Fei Chang's hands were still trembling as he held the official seal. He lowered his head and fixed his eyes on Fang Yun's collar. He said, "Please … please forgive me for offending you. I can't make the decision. Only the Divine Temple can make the decision."
Some people looked at Fei Chang with disdain.
Fei Chang held the official seal in his hand. He muttered something. Then, a white light flew out from the direction of the Divine Temple and fell on Fang Yun.
Everyone widened their eyes and held their breaths.
The busiest street in Ning 'an City was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
The light fell on Fang Yun's body and suddenly disappeared.
Some people looked disappointed, but Ji Zhibai and a few others looked happy.
Suddenly, a dazzling white light burst from Fang Yun's body.
Everyone instinctively squinted or closed their eyes. At the same time, they let out all kinds of exclamations.
The dazzling white light quickly faded. Everyone saw that Fang Yun's body was emitting a faint white light. It was soft and warm.
Fang Yun was still strolling forward, but now he was like a saint walking in the world, carrying the light of a saint. His every movement exuded a noble and modest temperament, making people instinctively revere him.
"That's right. Half-saint also has the light of a saint, but it's even brighter than this!"
"It's really Fang Xusheng!"
"Fang Xusheng really didn't die!"
Many scholars began to cheer. Some of them even cried tears of joy, especially the local scholars of Ning 'an City. They wiped their tears as they cried. Their tear-stained faces carried smiles that were more joyful than the top scholar in a high school.
"Fang Xusheng didn't die!" Yang Xuantong shouted at the top of his lungs.
"Fang Xusheng didn't die!" The yamen runner at the door shouted.
"County Magistrate Xiao Fang is back!" The hunter with a bow and arrow on his back shouted.
No one used their tongues to shout, but the people who spoke used all their strength to shout, as if they wanted to vent all the suffocation of the past few days.
The news of Fang Yun's return was like a ripple, spreading in all directions.
Ji Zhibai's body was cold. He stared blankly at Fang Yun. His pale face gradually turned gray. The despair in his eyes almost leaped out of his eyes.
Compared to Fang Yun, Ji Zhibai was like a corpse that had just walked out of a coffin. Not only was his glabella black, but his entire body was black.
Ji Zhibai's body was trembling.
He had thought that with Fang Yun's death, his chance would come. He would be able to summon the wind and summon the rain like before. He would finally be able to walk out of Fang Yun's shadow and take his revenge. He would be able to vent on Fang Yun's subordinates and friends. But he had never imagined that Fang Yun wasn't dead. Fang Yun had returned!
People could disguise themselves. Great Confucians could fake their appearances. Half-saint could deceive the world. But the Divine Temple definitely wouldn't!
"You …" Ji Zhibai felt like his throat was blocked by an invisible force. He couldn't say a single complete sentence.
Fang Yun stopped in front of the yamen and looked up at Ji Zhibai and the others standing on the steps. But Ji Zhibai felt that Fang Yun was looking down at him from the clouds.
"What do you want to say? Just say it. It doesn't matter if you want to explain or vent. Just say it. I also want to know what you've been doing these days. "Fang Yun was like an emperor judging a guilty subject. He seemed to be both emotional and emotionless.
Ji Zhibai had a bad premonition. But suddenly, Fei Chang's voice sounded in his ear. "Let's not talk about whether he's dead or not. It hasn't even been three months since he entered the Bloodray Ancient Land! Since he has already come out, it means that he has failed. The Dragon Sage of the Four Seas will take back Wen Xing Long Jue's power. Immediately contact the Prime Minister and bring the dragon of the Western Sea Dragon Palace here. Didn't you say that the Dragon King of the Western Sea Dragon Palace, Ao Cang, went to the capital to meet with the Prime Minister? Then let him come and interrogate Fang Yun. Then let him take you away. I don't believe that Fang Yun would dare to offend the Dragon King of the Subduing Sea! "
Ji Zhibai was stunned. His eyes gradually became clear. He thought to himself that the onlookers were indeed clear-sighted. The Dragon King of the Subduing Sea, Ao Cang, was a Dragon King. Although he was defeated by Monster Emperor Gu Xu many years ago, it was only because they were not fighting with their lives on the line. Moreover, Ao Cang was much younger than Monster Emperor Gu Xu. His future potential was immeasurable. If he could invite the Dragon King of the Subduing Sea, all the problems would be solved. Fang Yun would have to give face to him even if he didn't want to!
"Moreover …"
A thought flashed through Ji Zhibai's mind. He suddenly laughed and cupped his hands towards Fang Yun. "Congratulations on your triumphant return, Brother Fang. It seems like the news of your death was just a rumor. I will go to the capital and personally explain it to my master. It's great that you're not dead. This is great. "
While Ji Zhibai was speaking, he had already secretly sent a letter to Mount Liu, asking the Dragon King of the Subduing Sea, Ao Cang, to fly to Ning An City as fast as possible.
(To be continued.)
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