Only when the Voice of the Divine Way appeared did the people of the Minister of the Left understand why Mount Liu was so angry.
There was a river outside the palace that ran through the capital from west to east. The west was metal, so it was called the Golden Water River.
Opposite the main gate of the palace was the Golden Water River. Now, a 30-meter-tall dragon gate appeared in the river.
The Golden Water River boiled instantly, and all the water creatures swam toward the dragon gate.
The Holy Sound attracted the dragon gate, and thousands of fish jumped.
Originally, thick thunderclouds had condensed in the sky and were slowly absorbing the energy related to the Filial Piety Scripture and Second Saint Zeng Zi. But now, with the appearance of the Voice of the Divine Dao, not only did it strengthen the effects of the Second Gift to Old Mother Liushan, but it also strengthened the effects of the First Gift to Liushan Ci and the Crow.
The Voice of the Divine Way, formed by "Filial piety is the most important virtue, regardless of one's actions, poor families have no filial sons." It resonated with the Divine Way, and the power left by Zeng Zi quickly gathered above the capital.
Slowly, a vast aura gathered above the capital. No one could see what was above the dark clouds, but everyone felt as if there was a Saint in the sky, a Half-saint formed by the Way of Filial Piety.
Both inside and outside the capital, everyone looked up at the sky and sighed.
The poem "Second Gift to Old Mother in Willow Mountain" was written very well, making up for the lack of talent in the first poem. It added a strange kind of grief and even anger to the power of filial piety in the sky, and made the thunder in the dark clouds thicker.
The people of the Minister of the Left looked at Fang Yun with despair. Fang Yun's move was too clever, and he did not give Mount Liu any chance.
Now that the power of the Divine Way in the sky was highly condensed, it could become substantial with just a little more effort. At that time, whether it was triggering the Filial Piety Sutra to punish Mount Liu or giving birth to Zeng Zi's will, Mount Liu's Divine Way would be destroyed.
Only Zong Sheng could save Mount Liu, but it also meant that Zong Sheng would have to pay a huge price.
The people of the Minister of the Left were very conflicted. They all hoped that Zong Sheng would help, but they were also afraid that Zong Sheng would hurt himself. But if Zong Sheng did not help, then if Mount Liu could not hold on, his future would be ruined, and the Minister of the Left's party would be completely destroyed.
Some people found that Mount Liu's right hand moved slightly, but did not cause any changes, and guessed that Mount Liu tried to use the power of the Way Guardian but failed....
Some Confucian scholars looked at Liu Shan coldly. Although the Saint of Zong had granted Liu Shan the identity of a Guardian, there were many limitations to the power of a Guardian. He could attack enemies who threatened his life, but he could not fight against the filial piety of the human race at the moment, nor could he break the rules in the literary competition.
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"Catch it."
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The people looked at the paper again, and the feeling was the same as before. This page was like a mountain, and it was even bigger than the previous one.
Mount Liu clenched his teeth, his cheeks bulged, the veins on his forehead bulged, and his face was sallow. He stretched out his arms and let the second page land on the first one.
This time, everyone could clearly see that Liu Shan's arms had dropped two inches, causing his body to sway slightly. He almost fell down because he could not stand steadily.
Mount Liu's breathing became heavy. His arms seemed to be holding two mountains instead of two pieces of paper.
His legs were slightly bent.
The arrogant Minister Liu, the arrogant Mount Liu, the powerful disciple of Zong Sheng, the Grand Scholar of the School of Miscellany, could no longer stand straight.
Mount Liu's legs were bent, but his neck was straight, and his head was still held high.
"Liu Gong …"
A few officials who had been following Mount Liu had red eyes, and they almost cried.
They had never seen Mount Liu so wronged. At this moment, it was even more embarrassing than taking off Fang Yun's shoes.
That was when he was willing to accept his loss. But this time, he was like an old dog at the end of its life.
At this moment, Mount Liu's gaze was very calm. Everyone could see an unparalleled will in his eyes, as if no one in the world could defeat him.
Legs bent and straight, hands hanging low, head high.
Fang Yun smiled indifferently, nodded lightly, and said, "Liu Gong has such a spirit. I admire you. Then, do you dare to accept the third poem? "
Everyone looked at Mount Liu.
When Mount Liu finished the second poem, the dark clouds in the sky above the capital began to spread rapidly in all directions. When Fang Yun opened his mouth, it had already spread to the whole of Jingguo. Even Gyeongo, Qi, and Wu Guo were affected.
In Chang County, eight hundred miles away from the capital, an eight-year-old child held a bramble in his hand and whipped the woman in front of him with all his might.
The middle-aged woman cried out in pain, but she only dared to block with her arms and did not dare to fight back.
The woman's body was full of new and old injuries, and her expression was miserable.
After a while, the middle-aged woman finally could not take it anymore and cried, "Child, I'm your mother. Stop hitting me, stop hitting me! Master, master, come out and save me … "
The child scolded as he whipped her, "Stupid woman, you won't even buy me a good inkstone from Ming Bao Zhai!"
"That inkstone you mentioned costs at least seven hundred taels of silver. We're just a small family, how can we buy it?"
"My father said you have a dowry. You just have to sell those gold and silver accessories and ask for some money from your maternal family! You won't even agree to that. No wonder my father scolded you for being raised by a whore! "The child scolded as he whipped her.
At that moment, a middle-aged man slowly walked over and coughed lightly, "Yu 'er, don't be rude to your mother."
The child continued whipping her as he looked at his father, "My mother won't even buy me that inkstone. Don't you think I should beat her? You should really do as you said and just kill her. No, you said that it's better to let her sell it. "
Hearing the child's words, the child's father did not get angry.
At that moment, the woman used her strength to block, and the bramble flew out and landed on the child.
"Ah … Father, she hit me!" The child roared with a sobbing tone.
The middle-aged man was furious. He quickly ran two steps and kicked the middle-aged woman in the face. The middle-aged woman screamed and fell to the ground. Her head hit the ground heavily and she was so frightened that she cried out loud.
The middle-aged man kicked a few times, and the child followed suit. He kicked and cursed at the same time.
At that moment, a bolt of lightning as thick as an arm suddenly descended from the sky and struck the woman.
The father and son hurriedly retreated in fright and looked at the middle-aged woman in surprise.
The woman suddenly got up and ran to a place not far away to grab a stick and rushed toward the father and son.
The father and son were surprised to see that the woman's eyes were red and she looked crazy.
The middle-aged man scolded, "Bitch, put down the stick!"
"Father, beat her to death. She actually dares to fight back. She doesn't care about the Three Principles and Five Elements. She should be beaten to death … Ah …"
Before the child could finish his words, the woman swung the stick at her son's shoulder.
Bang!
There seemed to be a huge force hidden inside the wooden stick. With just one hit, the child's shoulder bone and flesh were all smashed. His left arm could fall off at any time.
The middle-aged man was stunned. He watched as the woman swung the stick four times in a row and completely smashed the child's shoulders and knees.
"Ah …" The child fell to the ground and screamed. Blood splattered everywhere. His face was pale and he was in extreme pain.
"You …"
Before the middle-aged man could curse, the woman swung the wooden stick and smashed it down on his face. In the end, her husband was beaten to death.
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