Fang Xiu led the horse forward all the way. The horse was just an ordinary bad horse. The old horse had to stop and rest for a while after running for two steps.

The huts on both sides of the street were intertwined with rubble and the door was open. Fang Xiu could see the family of five covered by the mat. The mat was short and could not be covered. One of the petite feet stuck out of the mat.

The strong resentment filled the sky, the corpses at the ends of the streets and alleys had not been cleaned up, and the air was filled with stench and blood. The panic eyes in the cracks in the door of the house looked outside, and carefully looked at Fang Xiu passing by. The people walking on the street bowed their heads in a hurry, and the domineering soldiers shouted angrily.

Inadvertently, Fang Xiu looked up and saw a tall gatehouse. This is the most popular Longqiu Emperor Temple in Dahuan. Now the plaque on it has long been taken off. Looking inside, the temple has been destroyed, the statue of the god has been smashed into pieces of mud scattered on the ground. The temple blessings that support the Emperor have disappeared.

Fang Xiu led his horse to step on the pool of colorful mud. The emperor who was tall at this moment also turned into a pool of mud, and was trampled by people on the road. He washed it by the rain and finally returned to the earth.

Although the Dahuan Dynasty still exists in name only, it is almost equivalent to its demise.

Even if you are the emperor, once you are a human being, you cannot prevent the dynasty from being destroyed. You can only watch quietly in the underworld, the mountains and monuments collapse and the country fall.

"Oh!" Fang Xiu passed by his own horse in front of the stone yard, and couldn't help but sigh, not sighing that the Great Huan Dynasty was destroyed, nor that the incense of Emperor Longqiu was cut off. Emperor Longqiu enjoyed the incense of a hundred years and had already built the imperial palace city, and the emperor's position had been initially condensed.

Unlike this world, this world will only disappear with the humanitarian change, and the incense will be cut off and disappear.

Going further forward, I saw Fengsheng Confucian Temple. The people in the Confucian Temple had long dispersed, and only one temple was left. The bachelor's and students from the Dudu Academy were spread all over the world, and even in the Pan Kingdom, there were many people from the Dudu Academy.

This Fengsheng Confucian Temple was preserved, so Fang Xiu avoided the end of being destroyed and sacrificed like the Emperor Longqiu, and pushed the statue off the altar and smashed it.

There are two doors in front of the Confucian Temple. Fang Xiu loosened the reins and walked directly into the Confucian Temple. There were gray stone slabs and red beams and pillars. The temple enshrines the literary sages of the Dudu Academy.

Fang Xiu stood in the temple, looking up at the gods of the sages and the image of the saints who were high above. The rich incense smell filled the temple, making the sages and the setting of the sages sacred.

Fang Xiu's eyes flashed over his god statue. The clay statue was made by a famous craftsman. He completely outlined the heart of pitying all living beings in the world and preaching the world. Feng Sheng, holding the jade slip of preaching, looked high up in the distance. His eyes looked not only at his feet, but at the people of the world.

This is just a saint imagined by craftsmen and the world, not Fang Xiu.

Fang Xiu glanced at it and glanced at the saints behind him: "Sage Feng, Saint Zhuang, Saint Yi, and... Saint Yi!"

His eyes stopped at the last Yi Sheng, who was a little old, gray-haired and full of gullies, but he held up the jade slip of preaching, illuminating the world as if holding up the sun. His eyes were filled with vicissitudes of life, as if he had seen through the principles of heaven and earth.

This is Yi Sheng in the eyes of the people of Budi. This was how Yi Yan stood on the wall of Budi, holding up the preaching jade slips, resisting the disaster of dragons and the floods, and protecting tens of thousands of people in Budi.

The suppression has turned a thousand miles into a dragon in the country, making the land of the land outstanding for a century and the weather is good every year.

However, what Fang Xiu saw was that the descendant of the Annunciation Palace who played chess with him had turned into a piece of loess.

"You are the four saints of the Confucian Temple - Yi Sheng!" Fang Xiu remembered what he said to him that day, but today it has become a reality.

The side door opened, and the temple Zhu of the Confucian Temple looked at Fang Xiu. Unexpectedly, someone would come to the Confucian Temple to worship at this time. He looked at the young man. He didn't look like a scholar in dress, but the unique temperament exuded on his body made people dare not underestimate it.

"Does the guests want to burn incense? I'll pay homage to several saints who preach the world." Miao Zhu walked forward and looked at Fang Xiu.

Fang Xiu's emotions immersed in memories were interrupted in an instant, and he turned his head to look at Temple Zhu, then shook his head: "No! Just... take a look!"

Fang Xiu walked outside and took the horse, and walked outside without looking back.

However, the temple Zhu stood there, frowned and looked at the strange young man, looking a little angry: "This man is so strange. He doesn't worship him when he enters the temple and does not respect his ancestors."

But then a little question appeared on his face: "But this person looks so familiar? Who is it? Have you seen it somewhere?"

Temple Zhu stood in front of the statue of Wensheng and pondered, but did not notice the four high statues of gods behind him. The Fengsheng, who was ranked first, could not have imagined that the young man was a saint who preached the world and dared not think about it.

There is a Lock Dragon Well outside the land, which was the place where Yi Yan sealed the evil dragon. This place was the eye of the land that was thousands of miles away, and the place where the earth veins gathered. Because the evil dragon sealed it, a large dragon vein was formed.

Fang Xiu stood in front of the well, and there was a monument in front of the well. After a hundred years of wind and rain, the words were already blurred. There was originally a village next to the well, but now the village has long been abandoned. People in the city have already fled or been buried in war.

Fang Xiu pressed the chain as thick as an arm on the well with his hand. When he touched it, he felt a chill. He could even hear the roar of the undispersed evil dragon and the power that carried the raging waves of thousands of miles.

Fang Xiu flicked his finger lightly, as if a heavy hammer hit the chain, vibrating from top to bottom, and even the earth veins felt the shock and power.

One by one, the earth gods in official robes appeared next to Fang Xiu. These were the earth gods enfeoffed by the Du Academy. They were also disciples of the school during their lifetime. When Master Yi Yan and the previous generation of great witches sacrificed the seal of the dragon, the five of them refined the evil dragon.

"Bucheng City God Yu Cheng, Yangshe Land Black Valley, Lixiang Land Ground..."

"Have you seen Feng Sheng!"

"Students have met Feng Sheng!"

"Students have met Feng Sheng!"

At this moment, they all opened their eyes wide, looking at Fang Xiu's face in panic and shockedly and the aura emitted from him, which was a breath of the same luck as the Wendao Incense on the Jade Slip of the Preaching.

They didn't know who was in front of them, and they knelt on the ground one by one, crawling in fear and fear, and they didn't even dare to raise their heads in front of the Wendao Saint who founded the Dushi Academy.

Fang Xiu took out a bright yellow seal from his sleeve, and the spiritual lights kept banning Fang Xiu's fingers swelled outward, and the aura emitted was like a mountain pressing against the gods of the earth.

Fang Xiu took a look and threw it directly under the Dragon Locking Well. He threw it into the earth like a fiery sun, arousing the power of the thousand-mile earth veins. The violent dragon roar seemed to stir up the earth and trembled with it.

However, as Fang Xiu waved his hand, everything calmed down, as if nothing had happened.

"You are so happy to take care of this place, don't let that person with incorrect minds go!"

"only!"

After doing this, Fang Xiu seemed to have nothing happened, riding the bad horse and leisurely heading towards the distance.

The five divine gods who had always kneeled on the ground waited until Fang Xiu's shadow disappeared from afar before they stood up and joined hands to pull the earth veins, like the evil dragon sealing the dragon well.

However, as the seal was thrown into the well, the entire earth vein and the spiritual energy of the thousand-mile land began to gather here. It seemed that because of Fang Xiu's passing, some mysterious changes had occurred in this earth eye. Even the five earth gods did not understand at all.
Chapter completed!