Chapter 2097 (1/2)

Fang Yun was stunned. Then he looked up and saw that the crowns of two huge apricot trees were connected, such as two giant umbrellas on the, forming a dome of flowers and leaves.

”Little apricot altar?”

Fang Yun glanced at the crowd in front of him.

Everyone left the chair and sat on the ground.

Hips and hind feet, hands on knees, upper body straight, for sitting and kneeling, not kneeling.

With the changes of the times, except at special times, Shengyuan rarely sits upright, but there are some exceptions, such as worshipping Kong Sheng, giving semi holy lectures, and listening to teachings.

Fang Yun nodded gently and realized in an instant that he had told too many ideas beyond the times. Although he had not formed the holy Tao, he had resonated with the holy Tao. Coupled with his previous accumulation, he could be promoted to a great Confucian at any time, and formed the legendary small apricot altar at the same time.

Fang Yun was so happy that the significance of the small apricot altar was extraordinary. Many semi saints had never formed a small apricot altar in their life, so that some semi saints resented it.

If you can set up a small apricot altar, it will be of great help to the holy way.

Many great scholars have analyzed that the apricot altar is essentially an overflow of the manifesting power of the holy Tao, which is just absorbed by the power of the apricot tree. If the apricot altar exists for a long time, it is equivalent to constantly strengthening the preaching of scholars' holy Tao.

Fang Yun glanced at the twinkling eyes. At this moment, their hearts are very pure. It seems that they have returned to their childhood, met their favorite teachers, and stimulated the most powerful ability of the human race to seek knowledge, learn, change and progress.

Fang Yun smiled and said, ”I will no longer be the governor of Xiangzhou. Maybe I will move elsewhere soon, but if I can leave a small apricot altar, it will not waste my efforts. Let me remember that the land of Baling city once carried my sweat.”

Dong Wencong bowed his head and said, ”my teacher, the students have discussed with others. Baling is also called Yueyang. There is a record of Yueyang Tower. Baling can be renamed Yueyang.”

”The king has ignored the political affairs, and you can agree on it yourself.” Fang Yun did not agree or object.

”Students know.”

Fang Yun nodded and suddenly felt that someone was looking at himself. He turned his head and looked at one side of the Wenyuan square. His eyes swept over. It was just an empty land and an ordinary apricot tree.

Fang Yun smiled as if he knew it clearly in his heart and said, ”although the king has stepped down as governor, his title is still there and he is still an official of the kingdom of Jing. If you have something important, you can naturally send a letter for discussion. As for this small apricot altar, I will use my strength to move to the Jianwei forest on the side of the square.”

Unexpectedly, Dong Wencong said, ”teacher, the square is huge. Two apricot trees and the surrounding area only account for two or three tenths. I think it's better to let the apricot trees surround the apricot altar and isolate the inside and outside. The small apricot altar is in the middle, and Fang xianweiyi is placed on one side. When the Academy of Arts opens its examination later, the students enter from the main gate, bypass the small apricot altar from both sides, and then gather in front of the holy temple without any obstruction.”

Fang Shouye said, ”in the view of students, the apricot altar and apricot forest are in the middle, like an elephant setting up an ant colony, which can inspire students. The literary academy and the holy temple are the pride of the human race, and this small apricot altar is the pride of our Jingguo and Xiangzhou! After all, it is the first holy land of Xiangzhou.”

Many scholars nodded. This is indeed the first holy land in Xiangzhou, and it is also a holy land for education. From then on, the status of Xiangzhou in the human race will continue to improve.

”Whatever.”

Fang Yun said, holding the king's seal and exercising the virtual Saint privilege, he saw the holy temple moving gently and the clear light scattered on the sky.

Within a hundred miles of Baling City, all the flourishing apricot trees slowly rise, and the nearby soil slowly separates, revealing the roots and whiskers. Every tiny whisker is perfect, and no half of it remains in the soil.

A large number of apricot trees flew over the Wenyuan square and fell slowly.

The stone slabs on the ground naturally separate, and the soil sinks. The roots of these apricot trees fall into the soil, and the soil closes slowly.

Apricot trees fall one after another, and a large number of apricot trees form a tree wall to isolate the inside and outside.

Not long ago, there was a square apricot forest on the square of the Academy of Arts, which just surrounded the two holy apricot trees to form a closed space and form a small apricot altar.