There was a forbidden area in the backyard of the Kong Clan Inner Palace. Even Kong Qiuni’s direct disciples rarely knew the name of this forbidden area.

However, Lu Ziyuan was an exception. Not only did he know that this forbidden area was called the Yellow Dragon Lake, he also knew that the Yellow Dragon Lake was soaked with the corpses of hundreds of sages.

These corpses were originally designed by Kong Qiuni to preserve their corpses after the death of the Confucian Sage.

However, no one had expected that the corpses of these sages would actually give rise to a trace of self-awareness in the Yellow Dragon Lake over the years.

This trace of self-awareness was so weak that they only retained their instincts when they were alive, completely losing their ability to distinguish.

What is instinct?

It’s instinct to eat when you’re hungry and drink when you’re thirsty.

Therefore, once the corpses in the Yellow Dragon Lake were released, the only thing they would do was to look for food.

They were very sensitive to the aura of strangers, and had an unusual preference for the blood of living people.

In addition, they were saints before they died, so their physical condition was different from that of ordinary people. In addition, they were soaking in the Yellow Dragon Lake, absorbing a large amount of Saint Origin Essence over the years.

As a result, not only were these corpses extremely powerful, they also contained a rich amount of Celestial Saint Essence within their bodies. Moreover, they could fly. Although the distance they flew was not long, with its other abilities, it was still terrifying enough.

After Lu Ziyuan and Min Qian made their decision to kill Jiang Feng, Lu Ziyuan directly brought Min Qian and the others outside the Yellow Dragon Lake.

The Yellow Dragon Lake was located in a spacious stone room. The door of the stone room and the Yellow Dragon Lake inside the stone room were originally sealed by Kong Qiuni.

But now that Kong Qiuni was dead, the seal on the stone door and the Yellow Dragon Lake naturally disappeared as well.

When Lu Ziyuan brought Min Qian and the others to the stone room’s gate, the sound of the wall being smashed came from the stone room.

Lu Ziyuan stood outside the stone room and listened for a moment. Then, he took out a Soul Ning incense from his storage ring.

“Come, the smell of this Soul Ning Incense can calm the Soaring Sacred Corpse inside. Each of you can take one and light it. Only in this way can you not be attacked.”

As soon as Lu Ziyuan said those words, Min Qian and the others hurriedly walked over and took a Ning Soul Incense from his hand and lit it up.

Lu Ziyuan waited for Min Qian and the others to ignite Ning Hun Xiang before twisting the mechanism of the stone door and leading them into the stone room.

Although there were over a hundred Soaring Heaven Saint Corpses standing in the stone room, these corpses were still wearing Confucian robes. Moreover, the Confucian robes were still intact, and they looked rather refined.

However, the bodies of these Sky Saint Corpses emitted the smell of yellow spring water from the Yellow Dragon Lake, causing them to smell nauseating. In addition, their faces were pale and bloodless, and their eyes were completely devoid of the vitality and emotions of a living person, causing people to feel a sense of fear from the bottom of their hearts when they saw them.

When Lu Ziyuan and the others entered the stone room, these Sky Saint Corpses were still in a frenzy. However, when they smelled the fragrance of Ning Hun Xiang, the hundreds of Sky Saint Corpses immediately quieted down.

Lu Ziyuan took out a bell from his storage ring and shook it. The Flying Sky Saint Corpses that had quieted down were all lined up.

Lu Ziyuan shook the bell in his hand again, and all of the Soaring Sacred Corpses began to follow him out.

After Lu Ziyuan walked out of the stone room with hundreds of Soaring Heavens Saint Corpses, Min Qian, Uncle Ran Gengbo, and the others immediately began to carry out the next step of the plan.

In the study room in the backyard of the Sage’s Mansion, Jiang Feng was still immersed in the illusionary space of the Supreme Saint Token of Confucianism.

In the past, Jiang Feng rarely studied Confucian classics such as the Golden Mean and the University. The reason why he was able to remember the contents of these Confucian scriptures was because the earth had once existed in his sea of consciousness. As long as he wanted to remember all the words that had appeared on the earth, he would definitely be able to remember them.

But remembering is one thing, understanding is another.

In the past, many times, modern people often interpreted the “middle way” as not thinking of advancement, muddling along, no one offended, willing to be a good person of the principles of handling things.

But the truth was that Jiang Feng had truly read the entire book of the Doctrine of the Mean, and only after he had comprehended it profoundly would he understand it.

The connotation of “the mean” is far from so shallow.

True “the way of the mean”, what emphasizes is a kind of neutral wisdom. If we insist on using modern language to understand, the Doctrine of the Mean is in fact equivalent to a “critical point”.

For example, if a person was spat on and directly rushed over to kill him, it would be called “ferocious and brutal”. If he silently chose to endure, it would be called “cowardice”.

The middle way was to find a balance between the two. This balance point was perfectly defined between the two. It would appear vicious and cruel to the left and timid and cowardly to the right.

Of course, this was just a simple analogy. In life, there are a lot of wisdom about the doctrine of the mean.

Jiang Feng’s understanding of the Golden Mean grew deeper and deeper as he taught the countless students of Confucianism the Golden Mean.

Slowly, the Supreme Saint Token above Jiang Feng’s head emitted a dazzling golden light. This golden light contained pure and dense literary and dao power.

This power was first absorbed by Jiang Feng into his fake Spiritual Palace of Divine Sense. However, because this power was too great, Jiang Feng could not absorb it by himself.

Along with Jiang Feng’s deeper understanding of the Dao of the Mean, the dazzling light emitted by the Supreme Saint Token of Confucianism finally pierced through the roof of his study and enveloped the entire Sage’s Mansion.

Yan Jiaojiao and Mo Han in the Sage’s Mansion were fine. Or the maids, maids, porters, servants of the Sage’s Mansion …

Everyone in the Sage’s Manor had awakened, whether they were asleep or not.

They gathered outside Jiang Feng’s study room spontaneously as if they had been inspired by something. That pure literary and dao power was also sucked into their bodies by these people.

“Mother, what’s going on? I suddenly recalled all the books my father taught me when I was a child, and I understood what they meant.”

Mo Han turned to look at his mother, Yan Jiaojiao, puzzled.

Yan Jiaojiao’s temperament had always been rather shrewd and outgoing, but now she looked at Jiang Feng’s study excitedly with tears in her eyes.

“Mother, what’s wrong?”

Just as Mo Han asked this question, Yan Jiaojiao actually knelt on the ground. Her beautiful eyes blinked and tears flowed out.

Yan Jiaojiao said, “Mo Han, quickly kneel down. This is Ancestor Ye’s Dao. He preached the Great Dao of the Sages, so there will be light of the Holy Dao revealed. As the beneficiaries of this light of the Holy Dao, according to the rules of the Confucian Sect, we already have a master-apprentice relationship with Ye Zu.”

At this point, Yan Jiaojiao’s body suddenly started to tremble slightly. She choked with sobs and said, “Furthermore, the Spiritual Palace of Divine Sense that your mother and I have spent so many years not being able to condense has just condensed!”

Your mother and I can finally start cultivating the Wen Dao like your father, inheriting the glory of our Old Mo Clan! ”

After Mo Han heard Yan Jiaojiao’s words, he immediately knelt on the ground. Right at this moment, Jiang Feng’s voice suddenly changed and he said, “King Yue: ‘This old man has come thousands of miles away, will he also benefit our country?”

‘Why should the king yue li? There is only benevolence and righteousness.

King yue’why benefit our country ‘? Doctor yue’why benefit my family ‘? Scholar commoner yue’why benefit my body ‘?

The whole pay levy interest and national danger.

The kingdom of ten thousand by killing its king, will be a thousand by the home;

The kingdom of a thousand slaughter its king, will be the home of a hundred slaughter.

Thousands of thousands of how, thousands of how, not for not much. Gou for later righteousness and benefit first, don’t seize and don’t give up. There is no benevolence and its relatives also, there is no righteousness and then its ruler also. “Wang Yiyue is just benevolence and righteousness, why bother with profit?”

That’s right. Jiang Feng had just finished chanting “The Mean” when he started chanting “Mencius” without stopping.

If the Doctrine of the Mean is about humanity and the way of life, then Mencius is about governing the country and the world.

There was no doubt that after Jiang Feng finished reading the Doctrine of the Mean, he would recite Mencius, and the pattern of the sermon would instantly be sublimated.

At this moment, Lu Ziyuan and the others had just brought over a hundred Soaring Sky Saint Corpses to the vicinity of the Sage’s Mansion.

Lu Ziyuan asked Min Qian and the others, “Have you all prepared the Blood Jie that you prepared?”

Min Qian and the others nodded. They took out the Blood Jie Zi from their storage rings. The eight bags of blood jets were filled with a strong smell of blood as soon as they lit up.

Hundreds of Soaring Sky Saint Corpses began to move restlessly. Min Qian and the others hurriedly retrieved Blood Jie Zi.

Lu Ziyuan nodded slightly and said, “Excellent. As long as you throw Xue Jie Zi into the Sage’s Mansion, these Sky Soaring Saint Corpses will kill all the people inside. Let’s go, let’s go …”

Just as Lu Ziyuan and the others finished their words, the radiance of Jiang Feng’s Confucian Sect’s Supreme Sacred Token suddenly expanded once more.

The golden light rapidly expanded, and very quickly, the entire Chaohui Mansion was enveloped by this light barrier.

Jiang Feng’s voice echoed in the light shield. Lu Ziyuan and the others were all stunned.

Min Qian, Ran Gengbo, and the others subconsciously listened for a moment, and their faces slowly became enchanted.

“Min Qian! Uncle Ran Geng! What are you doing?” Lu Ziyuan roared, but Min Qian and the others did not give him any response.

Just as Lu Ziyuan grabbed onto Min Qian’s collar and was about to get angry, Yi Chengyue, who was ranked seventh, suddenly said, “Big Senior Brother, listen carefully. I don’t think we can just think about ourselves. At the very least, we have to plan for the entire Confucian School. Junior Brother Ye Ye’s understanding of Confucianism is probably far above ours.”

“No … it should be said that Junior Brother Ye Ye’s understanding of Confucianism is probably above Master’s. Big Senior Brother, look at these Soaring Heavens Saint Corpses.”

Uncle Ran Geng, who was originally extremely dissatisfied with Jiang Feng, pointed at the group of Soaring Heavens Saint Corpses and said.

Lu Ziyuan hurriedly turned around and took a look. He was surprised to discover that the Soaring Sacred Corpses who had followed behind him were actually sitting on the ground with devout expressions. Their faces revealed extremely humane expressions of listening and thinking.

Lu Ziyuan was stunned. His entire body trembled violently as he began to listen to Jiang Feng’s preaching.

At this moment, Jiang Feng had finished reading Mencius and began to talk about the Disciple Rules.