Chapter 316 The Succession Ceremony and the Shocking Murder Case

“Although Qinghuan has Wenqu spiritual roots, he is still too young after all.

But Wen Zhidao is different from others, and it is never advisable to work behind closed doors.

So it's time for Qinghuan to go to Jixia and see the secular world in order to lay the foundation for her own path. "

These are the original words of the literary sage old man.

Yu Chen thought for a while and agreed.

In addition, it seemed that the old man Wen Sheng had discussed this matter with Qing Huan, so the little girl had no objections. On the contrary, she was quite happy to be able to say goodbye to the boring job of the Sanguandian Shulingshi for the time being.

This attitude made both Yu Chen and the old man Wen Sheng couldn't help laughing.

——After all, she is still a little girl, so it is normal to be a little playful.

As for Qing Huan's status as a gangster, it's very simple.

Let's just say that she is Yu Chen's country cousin. Now that her family has died, she has come all the way to join him. All she needs to do is go to the Ministry of Household Affairs to get her identity card.

Anyway, with the status of the second prince's retainer token, as long as it is not something too outrageous, both officials and officials are willing to sell face.

In a long time, Yu Chen and Qing Huan finished the matter.

The next day, he asked Shi Shi to be Qing Huan's bodyguard and went down the mountain with him to apply for Jixia Academy.

——Although today's Shitou still looks that naive and silly, his actual combat power can match that of a top-grade Qi practitioner from Shencao. With his protection, it is safer than the simple Jixia Academy. No need to worry anymore.

Sure enough, on the evening of the next day, Shitou took Qinghuan up the mountain.

Both of them were smiling, obviously they had successfully entered the school.

According to Shitou, the assessment teachers at Jixia Academy were a little pretentious at first. They felt that Qinghuan was old and came from an unknown school. She was a country girl with good roots and she didn't want to take her in.

But as soon as Qing Huan revealed his Wenqu spiritual root, the assessment teachers were stunned on the spot.

One of the oldest, an old man in his 80s, had a tachycardia and was sent to the hospital.

The remaining few were like hungry tuberculosis ghosts who had been hungry for several days and saw the delicious food. They rushed to be Qing Huan's instructor.

They even got into a big fight over this, with spitting and flying, and finally it turned into a physical fight, with hair pulled, eyes inserted, and toes stepped on, and the fight was fierce.

——It’s a good thing that they still have the last shred of reason and didn’t use the literary and magical means, otherwise the gate of Jixia Academy, which has not been damaged for hundreds of years, would have to be renovated today.

Anyway, in the end it was a slovenly-looking old man with rosacea who had the last laugh, and he happily led Qing Huan into Jixia Academy.

And his attitude towards Qing Huan was also very good.

Buy food, buy clothes, ask for help.

For those who don’t know, I’m afraid they think Qing Huan is his teacher.

Even the stones accompanying him were stained with light, giving him a new suit of white clothes.

After hearing these things, the old man Wen Sheng nodded happily - he said that the rosacea was ranked first among all the teachers in Jixia Academy, and was a student of his student Zi Ji. Although this person behaved His style is a bit weird, but his knowledge and conduct are completely fine.

As a result, everyone felt relieved.

Shitou also carefully took off his new clothes, and then happily cooked a table of delicious food for everyone to celebrate Qinghuan's success in school.

All night long, people and ghosts celebrated together at Bugui Mausoleum.

Then, the days go by like this.

Occasionally, a few ghosts with unfulfilled wishes appeared, which was not a big deal. Most of them were to resolve disputes between neighbors. Yu Chen didn't even go down the mountain. He made a paper man and went down the mountain, and settled the matter easily.

Shitou also follows Qinghuan to and from school every day, leaving early and returning late.

In the blink of an eye, half a month passed.

On this day, Shitou and Qinghuan got up very early, with the moon still hanging in the sky, so they packed up their bags and set off.

Yu Chen asked curiously and realized that today was a big day for Jixia Academy.

——Didn’t I say before that after the old man Wen Sheng resigned, the position of dean of Jixia Academy and the honor of being one of the three saints have been left vacant. The holy seal controlled by the old man Wen Sheng has been placed in Jixia Academy. Deep down, as for the management of the academy, it was in the hands of the Song Dynasty Prime Minister.

But this is not a problem after all.

Although Prime Minister Song was highly virtuous and respected, he was not from a literary background, and he could not keep dragging him to do two jobs.

So the five students and the five great Confucian scholars of Jixia Academy decided to elect the next Dean of Jixia to take over as one of the Three Saints after some discussion.

After all, the Holy Seal cannot remain without its owner, and Jixia cannot remain like this forever.

Later I heard that after several months of civil and military fighting, Zi Ji, the eldest disciple of the old man of literary saint, finally stood out, passed the test of the Holy Seal, and was recognized by it.

So Jixia Academy immediately reported to the imperial court and received an imperial edict, allowing the great Confucian Ji to succeed the master of Shushan and take charge of one of the three holy seals.

——It's a good thing that they didn't know about "the Wen Sheng was executed for treason", otherwise they would have gone to the Jinluan Palace and sprayed the civil and military officials of the dynasty and the emperor to pieces.

In short, that's what happened.

Today is the grand ceremony for Zi Ji to succeed Daxia Literary Sage. All disciples and disciples of Jixia Academy must prepare in advance. By then, the academy will be open all day, and the entire capital can come in and watch.

But although everyone wanted to see the new literary saint with their own eyes, Yu Chen obviously had no interest in it.

——After all, the real literary sage was just picking his ears in front of him!

"This little guy Zi Ji is not bad. I was also the most optimistic about him at the beginning."

The old man Wen Sheng was quite satisfied when he learned about this.

Yu Chen still remembered that he said that the instructor who Qing Huan studied at Jixia Academy was Zi Ji's student.

"It's great, everyone has grown up, and the little guy with a red neck and green eyes who argued with me back then can now be called a saint.

Tsk, they are old after all. When I looked at them before, I thought they looked like the old man when they were young; but now, when I look at them, I can clearly feel that they are them and I am the old man. "

The old man was very emotional.

Yu Chen rolled his eyes: "You are not old, you are dead."

Literary Saint: "..."

He glared at Yu Chen, without saying anything, took out a bottle of wine and two glasses, poured them in, and started drinking.

Yu Chen knew that he was beginning to miss his life intermittently, so he didn't continue to be mean, so he drank with the old man.

On the way, I asked him if he wanted to go down the mountain and have a look at Jixia. The old man shook his head and said that he no longer belonged to Jixia, and seeing it would only make him more miserable.

Then one person and one ghost drank from morning to night, which was a bitter experience for Zhao Weixian, who judged the dead souls alone in the Judge's Hall.

But as time passed, Yu Chen's brows slowly wrinkled.

The sky was getting dark, the moon and stars were sparse, and Yu Xiaoyu was almost so hungry that he rolled his eyes while raising a large table of dishes cooked by Yu Chen. Shitou and Qinghuan hadn't come back yet.

Yu Chen finally couldn't bear it any longer. He looked at the sky and prepared to go down the mountain to look for them.

He was worried that something had happened to the two of them.

But as soon as he stood up, Shitou led Qinghuan back.

But their expressions were not very good-looking.

His body was even more dusty.

Yu Chen and others were stunned and quickly asked, were they being bullied in the city?

Shitou and Qinghuan waved their hands repeatedly before explaining everything.

It turns out that the succession ceremony ended very early.

No, it should be said that it was discontinued very early.

The reason why they came back so late was because they were surrounded by the officials and they were let go late at night.

——Let’s talk about this morning, the Succession Saint Ceremony was held as scheduled.

The streets are deserted and the academies are crowded.

Shitou and Qinghuan also arrived at their seats early, sat down, and waited for the holy ceremony.

The sky was getting brighter. First, a group of academy disciples sang poems in unison. Their clear voices echoed around the world, causing the storm to surge and the atmosphere to be upright.

Then a group of teachers came to the stage and gave lectures, which were inspiring and enlightening, and the lingering words were lingering to cleanse the ordinary mind.

Finally, three poles in the sun is the most exciting part.

——Jisheng.

The successor to the Saint, Zi Ji, must first inherit the Seal of the Three Saints, then be granted the Saint's name, and finally use the blood-bathed seal to take charge of the Wenzhi Seal, one of the centers of the Three Mountains and Nine Meridians National Destiny Formation.

But at this moment, something unexpected happened.

The student of the old man, the literary saint, Zi Ji, who was the next literary saint, came out and looked at the countless Confucian scholars, many teachers, and all the people in the world, and was about to make a generous resignation.

But the next moment, under the gaze of everyone, his face suddenly turned pale, his head tilted, and he fell to the ground with a thud.

Immediately afterwards, his body twitched like an insect, black liquid oozed from his pores, and then he bleed from all his orifices, his skin ulcerated, and his bones dissolved. In just a few blinks, he turned into a pool of flesh and blood, and he was dead!

At that moment, everything was silent.

Then, regardless of the three religions or the nine schools, there was unprecedented chaos!

——Anyone with a discerning eye can see it! No matter how you look at it, this Ji Daru died of natural causes! But someone is plotting to murder!

A murder!

Of course, the capital is too big and people are killed and killed every day. This is not a big deal at all.

But the problem is that the person who died was one of the next Three Saints, a well-known Confucian scholar, and one of the five elders in Jixia!

Moreover, he was not assassinated silently somewhere else!

But he died an unexpected death in front of everyone at his sage ceremony!

To be honest, this is no different than when the imperial censor suddenly tilted his head in the court, vomited black blood, and became silent.

Who would have thought of this?

The court's response was also very quick.

People from Zhan Tiansi, the Ministry of Punishment, and Jixia Academy immediately sealed the entire Book Mountain!

Check one by one!

Ask one by one!

Find them one by one!

We must find the murderer!

But in the end, everyone checked one by one and found no suspicious person.

At that time, everyone's hearts were covered with a heavy layer of haze.

But after all, a few hours had passed, and he had basically recovered from the shock and disbelief, and admitted the facts before him.

——The next literary saint really died so hastily.

But just when everyone had digested this matter, something went wrong again.

When the leaders of the remaining four great scholars of Jixia Academy were cleaning up the ceremony, they suddenly discovered.

Eh!

Not only the next literary saint died.

Even the sacred seal of one of the "One Emperor and Three Saints" was lost.

The Confucian scholars guarding the Holy Seal were already cold corpses.

The Holy Seal, which was placed on the white jade steps of Hotan, disappeared.