I, Ye Chen, turned out to be a top expert

Chapter 421: Worship the Saint

Wang Xuanyin muttered to herself, which instantly attracted everyone's attention, and all eyes instantly fell on Wang Xuanyin.

This name was just chosen by Ye Chen. Wang Xuanyin had heard it before and couldn't help but frown.

"I remember now. It came from that story. Sure enough, it's not a simple story, but a terrifying world!"

After Wang Xuanyin remembered, a look of shock appeared in her eyes and she breathed heavily.

"Xuanyin, what did you remember?"

Wang Xuanyin's master couldn't help but ask when he saw Wang Xuanyin so frightened.

Brush brush!

At this moment, the eyes of everyone in the Sound Forbidden Land fell on Wang Xuanyin.

"It's nothing, just a story that the young master once told me. In that story, there is a white dragon horse and eight dragons." Wang Xuanyin finally remembered the Journey to the West that she had read in the Palm Dao Kingdom.

"A story?" Everyone couldn't help but frown.

"It's a story, that's because it's a story, young master. It might be your memories, where there are countless magical powers, where the palm of your hand can bring life and death, where one hand can cover everything. Maybe that's the real fairyland!"

"When you have time, go to the Palm Dao Kingdom and you will understand. The Eight Dragons are the sons of the Dragon King in the story."

After Wang Xuanyin arrived here, she stopped talking.

Looking at Ye Chen in the carriage, his eyes were full of fear.

At this moment, Wang Xuanyin recalled the magical powers in Journey to the West, such as turning beans into soldiers and turning a horse into a dragon. He was not so surprised at all.

Along the way, white birds accompanied me, and I saw rivers, waterfalls, and peach blossom forests!

Ye Chen was very satisfied with the route chosen by the other party.

The eight dragons drove the carriage at an extremely fast speed. Half a day later, they saw the Confucian Temple in the distance.

"Sir, that's where the Confucian Temple is!"

Qin Cheng, who was driving, saw the magnificent holy place - Confucian Temple in the distance, and his eyes were full of excitement.

The Confucian Temple had been sealed for tens of thousands of years, and today was the first time he saw its entire appearance.

"Ok?"

“How spectacular!”

“Is this the Temple of Literature?”

At this moment, when he saw the Confucian Temple, a look of shock appeared in Ye Chen's eyes.

The construction of the Confucian Temple is truly soul-stirring and is simply a masterpiece of nature.

The Confucian Temple gave birth to countless saints. Although the people of the Confucian Temple have left, wherever the Confucian Temple is, waves of majestic energy rise to the sky, as if it is a paradise on earth.

There are many cranes flying around the Confucian Temple, which is simply a supreme holy place.

"Welcome, Sir!"

In front of the Confucian Temple, the Yinjindi had already arranged people to wait. When they saw Ye Chen and others arrive, they all hurriedly saluted.

"Sir, please!"

Zhao Yin and Wang Xuanyin hurried forward to act as guides for Ye Chen and Liu Dan.

Soon, everyone walked into the main hall of the Confucian Temple. In the main hall, Li Yixi saw an extremely huge statue. On the statue, there were densely packed words. These words attracted Ye Chen. After Ye Chen approached, he began to look at it.

"Ok?"

The next moment, Ye Chen's whole body trembled, and his eyes were full of shock.

"Isn't this... isn't this the Three Character Classic?"

"Why did I appear in the Confucian Temple? Could it be that in ancient times, there were other people from Earth who traveled through this world besides me? But why are there not all of them?"

Ye Chen continued reading and found that the Three Character Classic was incomplete and not finished.

"Sir, what's wrong?"

Seeing Ye Chen frown, Zhao Yin immediately asked.

"Nothing, I haven't finished writing the Three Character Classic yet. This is a holy place, and the Three Character Classic is engraved here, so it must have extremely important significance. I will finish writing it today!"

"Master Zhao, does anyone of you have pen, ink, paper, and inkstone?" Ye Chen looked at Zhao Yin.

"Sir, yes!"

"I've been carrying it with me all this time?"

Zhao Yin used his magic power to form a desk and hurriedly took out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone. Zhao Yin's eyes were full of excitement and he immediately acted as a servant to grind ink for Ye Chen.

Ye Chen picked up his pen and began to write: "They bowed to each other and it was called a prosperous era. Xia had Yu, Shang had Tang. Zhou had Wen and Wu, known as the Three Kings. Xia passed the throne to his sons and the family was down. Four hundred years later, it moved to Xiashe. Tang defeated Xia and named the country Shang. Six hundred years later, King Zhou died. King Wu of Zhou was the first to punish King Zhou..."

"Ok?"

At this moment, Wang Xuanyin's body trembled violently, and shock appeared in her eyes.

What Ye Chen gave her was the supreme divine way.

At this moment, she actually discovered that as Li Yixi's pen fell, one divine text after another was born. Above these divine texts, the shadows of emperors emerged. Each of these emperors was extremely terrifying, like the son of Tao. At this moment, Wang Xuanyin looked at these shadows, and endless insights into the imperial way were absorbed by her. The imperial way she cultivated suddenly skyrocketed.

At this moment, Wang Xuanyin was immersed in the kind of forced input of perception.

“This, this…!”

At this moment, the elders of the Sound Forbidden Land present saw the extremely terrifying emperor's shadow appearing above each of the divine texts, and their eyes were filled with fear.

Looking at the divine words written by Ye Chen, huge waves rose in their hearts. Their eyes were full of shock and their legs were shaking violently.

"When a man leaves his son a fortune, he wins a lot of gold. When I teach my son, I only have one principle. Diligence is rewarded, but play is useless. Be careful, and work hard." The moment the last word fell, golden lotuses fell from the sky above the Confucian Temple. At that moment, the Confucian Temple was enveloped by the golden light of the golden lotuses in the void.

"Ok?"

In Haoran, those people in the Wenmiao Temple who were practicing in the Jixia Academy all felt something in their hearts at this moment and raised their heads to look towards the Central Region.

The mighty dragon of destiny appeared at that instant, tumbling excitedly in the void.

The next moment, a huge shadow condensed in the void.

The complete Three Character Classic exploded in the void.

At this moment, countless golden lotuses fell within Haoran, and the rich power of Haoran filled Haoran.

One after another, figures stopped practicing and opened their eyes excitedly.

"Grand Elder, what's wrong?" Li Mu appeared and asked, looking at the old man in the Confucian Temple.

"The saint's divine chapter is out, and the saint blesses you!"

"Bow down to the Saint!"

The former master of the Confucian Temple gave an explanation and then shouted.

"Holy Sacrifice!"

"Holy Sacrifice!"

Countless figures knelt down and worshiped Ye Chen's shadow in the void.

Haoran, I am on pilgrimage today.

In the Confucian Temple, Li Yixi put down his pen. Not finding anything, he looked at Zhao Yin and said, "Pavilion Master Zhao, this is the remaining content of the Three Character Classic. You should arrange for someone to carve it in later so that it will be complete."

"Yes, son!"

After hearing Li Yixi's words, Zhao Yin tremblingly put away the calligraphy and painting.

The hand holding the calligraphy and painting was shaking.

At this moment, Zhao Yin's heart was full of sweat, and he felt that what he held in his hands were not words, but the supreme avenue.

At this moment, countless phantoms of the emperor appeared in Zhao Yin's mind.