"Except for the statue of Kong Zhongni, all the other worshipers were smashed and thrown out."

"Follow the order!"

Not only did Qiu Ba not hesitate when seeing these Thousand Sword Killers, he even got a little excited and rushed into each hall. The well-dressed old man hugged one of them by the calf, and he dragged him on the ground for more than ten meters, wailing miserably.

"That's a saint! Don't you have the slightest fear? Aren't you afraid of being punished by God?!"

"Saint? I have lived in dire straits all my life, and I have never seen a saint come to save me. Only Your Majesty can save me from fire and water. In my eyes, he is the only saint! Come on!"

Kicking the old man away, the strong man turned around and rushed into a large hall, smashing and smashing everything. The sluggish old man finally couldn't bear it anymore, rolled his eyes, and fainted.

Before losing consciousness, he had only one thought in his mind.

The sky has no eyes, the etiquette is ruined and the joy is ruined!

This place of ancient civilization has been defiled by a group of vulgar people. Confucianism is no longer clean!!

However, he didn't know that after demolishing the [Confucius Temple], a certain lawless warrior would do more things that would please people.

After leaving the [Confucius Temple] and taking his guards to the suburbs dozens of miles away from the city, a high wall stretching to the end of sight suddenly stood up.

At the entrance of the high wall, a woman saw Zhao Yinshun coming from a distance and grabbed him and refused to let go.

She rushed to the Kong family's ancestral land in a hurry before, but found no one there. Qi Tong instantly understood that she had been tricked, and now she finally caught someone.

"Your Majesty, where have you been?"

"I made a decision that went against my ancestors."

"ah?"

Letting Qi Tong hold his arm, Zhao Yinshun showed an evil and arrogant smile.

“I stopped by and demolished the [Confucius Temple].”

"Um??!!!"

Taking a breath of cold air, Qi Tong let go of his hand with a heavy heart, and the luster in his eyes gradually dimmed.

Sacrifice to an absolute person is no worse than digging up someone's ancestral grave...

Tired, destroy it.

"Hahaha, just kidding, how could I demolish the [Confucius Temple]?"

Seeing her like this, Zhao Yinshun patted her on the shoulder and laughed heartily.

But before Qi Tong could be overjoyed, the young man changed the topic: "I haven't touched any of the houses, I just demolished hundreds of millions of statues. Well, small demolition does not count as demolition..."

His heartbeat stopped, and Qi Tong asked with a hint of hope.

"Did you really just tear down a few statues? Do you think those sages are not worthy of being worshiped in the [Confucius Temple]?"

With your current status, as long as you don’t touch the tablets of saints such as Mencius, Zengzi, and Yanzi, it is not too much to remove some philosophers...

"That's not true. I just think they are too fancy. Confucius Temple, Confucius Temple, Confucius is enough!"

"…………"

Feeling uneasy in his heart, Qi Tong asked subconsciously.

"What about the sages other than Zhongni?"

"It's all demolished."

"…………"

What about a little bit of what was promised?!!

You have dismantled 99% of it, and only a polished commander is left!

"Don't worry, I have my own sense of discretion."

Seeing Qi Tong's confused and anxious look, Zhao Yinshun comforted him seriously.

However, it was okay if he didn't comfort her, but Qi Tong felt even more numb when he comforted her.

I can't bear your sense of propriety!

Not paying attention to the unpredictable expression on her face, Zhao Yinshun looked at the huge [Holy Forest] plaque above his head and raised the corners of his mouth with interest.

Compared with the [Sheng Yan Gong Mansion] hidden deep in the sanctuary, [Kong Lin] is truly rooted in the present world.

It is the family cemetery of Confucius and his descendants. Together with Confucius Mansion and Confucius Temple, it is collectively known as the "Three Kongs".

Unlike the first two who are deeply bound to Confucianism, [Kong Lin] is more personal and more inclined to the family rather than the school.

Walking into the vast cemetery, Zhao Yinshun looked around and murmured to himself in a voice as thin as a mosquito.

"Zhongni, you don't want your reputation to be ruined by these scum, do you?"

"Besides, after so many years, all the people with backbone have died in several dynasty changes. It's still unclear whether the remaining things that have been cultivated by the world are yours..."

"I guess you must want to rise up and kill these traitors. Don't worry, I will take action."

Huh~

At this moment, a hand grabbed the young man's wrist, causing him to pause slightly in his forward steps.

"Your Majesty, what you are doing has no practical significance. On the contrary, it will make the people of the world alienate from you. Even though [Shi Huang] has made great achievements in unifying the world, he will be infamy for the ages after his death... You..."

Looking back at Qi Tong's concerned and worried eyes, Zhao Yinshun pondered for a few seconds and smiled calmly.

"Who said it has no practical significance? A country does not need a specific family to explain the national spirit. All we need is a symbol."

"An abstract, conceptual symbol."

"It is not a complex interest group, nor is it a so-called family that has existed for generations."

Hearing this, Qi Tong's heart was shocked. He seemed to understand something in a daze, and his clenched palms could not help but slowly relax.

"The Tao, core, and spirit contained in this symbol are the essence of inheritance."

"Confucianism can be a kind of knowledge and a kind of truth, but it cannot be a profit tool whose power of interpretation is in the hands of a few people."

"So, the Kong family must die!"

"Either die from the spiritual level, or die from the physical level..."

Speaking of this, Zhao Yinshun effortlessly broke away from Qi Tong's hand and looked at a tombstone in the distance that was neither grand nor inconspicuous.

"The bodies of the sages have long been reduced to ashes, and only the immortal [Tao] remains in the world, integrated into the marrow of civilization."

"I want to strip away the stuff that distorts and pollutes the national spirit, wash away the dross, and leave behind the positive, brave, kind, and wise parts."

"In this process, I will not allow a family that talks about benevolence and morality but does all kinds of bad things behind the scenes to twist and tamper with my will and pollute the genes of the entire civilization."

"The right to define Confucianism and Taoism must not be affected by any one family."

"Zhong Ni...are you right?"

Seeing the back of the young man staring at the Tomb of the Supreme Saint of Dacheng, Qi Tong's whole body was chilled by the distant whispers, as if he was talking to the Saint from an eternity of time apart.

She seemed to understand something, but she didn't dare to think about it.

"As for the name-calling..."

Having said this, the young man turned around, his dark eyes full of ridicule.

"I am a barbarian and a vulgar warrior. I just do things that suit my status!"

"…………"

"Besides, I am not a short-lived ghost like [Shi Huang], who will be reviled for eternity? Haha, I will allow them to revil him for another two thousand years!"

Looking at the life span of nearly three thousand years on the attribute panel, Zhao Yinshun sneered and curled his lips.

"I just like the way they can't stand me and can't kill me."

After speaking, Zhao Yinshun snapped his fingers, and the soldiers behind him who were gearing up waved their shovels and roared excitedly.

It’s time to make your dreams come true!

Done it, brothers!

It was only then that the forest guard who was huddled in the distance rushed out frantically, screaming to stop him with his eyes splitting.

"Bold! What do you want to do?!"

But before he could rush in front of the soldiers, his body flew into the air uncontrollably, and was captured by the invisible force in front of Zhao Yinshun.

After falling to the ground with a thud, the forest guard raised his head and looked up at the tall young man in white, his eyes full of grief and anger.

"This place is the resting place of the saint, what does [Zhen Guo Gong] want to do?!"

I originally thought that he came to worship Confucius. This behavior is not unusual. In history, every conqueror who captured Luzhou would worship Confucius to show his justice and legitimacy.

But I never expected that this murderous star would be so heartless and crazy!

Seeing the wolf-like soldiers wielding shovels and carrying out large-scale construction projects, the forest guard's eyes turned red.

However, the young man ignored his question and smiled casually.

"Since it is the resting place of a saint, it is enough to have a saint's tomb. I will help you clean up the remaining garbage. You are welcome."
To be continued...