Yue Heng followed the crowd into the temple, walked around the inner courtyard door, and looked around and saw the crowds of people, incense lingering, and his ears were filled with noises. The crowds of people were filled with noises, and he suddenly became dumbfounded.

There are dozens of gilded giant statues on the stage in front of them.

The statue with the most magical appearance in the middle is the largest. It looks like a hairpin, long hair, long robe, giant tortoise shell, holding a disc in the left hand, and pointing to the sky with the right hand. The face and expression are wise and peaceful, and the eyes seem to be full of great wisdom.

Yue Heng guessed that this must be the first worship of Emperor Fuxi, the Confucian Temple, or else it would not have been so subtle carvings, even the long hair tie and the tortoise shell talisman of the soles of the feet were clearly identifiable.

The dozen statues next to them also have their own postures, scattering from left to right, and sat in a disk of Fuxi.

Yue Heng secretly wondered, if there was no mistake in the classics, these must be King Wen of Zhou, Qu Yuan, Confucius, Mencius and others. The deeper they went, the more statues they saw, and they could not see the end at first sight. So many people were actually crowded in the same Confucian temple to accept worship by literati, which really made him unacceptable.

"Look at that fool, I only have three incense sticks for worshiping the Confucian Temple. I can't guarantee the exam in the spring next day!" Several literati holding large bundles of incense walked by, and accidentally glanced at Yue Heng. Seeing that his hands were almost empty, they laughed.

Yue Heng looked down at the three incense sticks in his hand and cursed angrily: "Are you wrong? How can a Confucian Temple worship more than 40 gods at the same time? I have been to the Confucius Temple and Qu Yuan Temple on Earth. Which temple does not worship only one person? The Zhongyuan World is too scammed, okay, it's really weird!"

He came to this world for no more than five hours. The owner of this body was a poor child. He was weak and sick and had no oil lamps. In the early morning, his soul came over and finally integrated his ex's memory.

After being a human being for two lives, Yue Heng sighed for a long time. The past belonged to his ex, and the future would be created by him to plunder memories. He learned that the spring exams of the next day must be passed, and today he must worship this strange Confucian Temple.

The strange thing is not only the Confucian Temple itself, but also the incense-filled literati with extremely strange behaviors.

Right in front of him, a handsome young man was full of style, surrounded by eight bodyguards to block the crowd, followed by a servant carrying a wooden box, who was dedicated to ignite incense. As soon as the young man worshipped Emperor Fuxi, the bodyguard drove away other incense-entering people in front of the divine elephant of King Wen of Zhou on his left. He bowed one by one, as if this Confucian Temple was built for him, and he was extremely domineering.

On the front right, eight or nine literati wearing dark green robes uniforms gathered together. One of them stood in the middle with a peach wood stick with bells hanging on it. The rest held hands and formed a ring, muttering words in their mouths, and danced with horse dancing. After dancing, everyone knelt down at the statue and sang incense, then changed into a statue, repeating the dance steps, making a weird look.

Beside the large incense burner in the main hall, a scholar hit the incense burner with his head, and it made a muffled sound in the noisy environment. Yue Heng noticed that his forehead was swollen and swollen, and blood was oozing out. Every time he hit Yue Heng, his heartbeat, shrinks his neck, and takes a breath of cold air. Whenever he hears the sound of the bell, he feels painful. I guess if this guy continues to hit like this, he will faint.

Sure enough, the scholar shook his head, rolled his eyes frequently, let his hands loosen and leaned back, and fell down with a squeak. No one else could see him or save him. Instead, he rushed to hug the incense burner.

In the end, the person who grabbed it looked proud and looked around happily, and raised his chin provocatively. Everyone beside him waved their sleeves and cursed. The man grinned, his head leaned back, and then bumped into it with a clang, and the incense burner made a dull sound again.

"The person who brings bodyguards to burn incense, the person who dances to the great master, and hits the incense burner with his head... Are there any normal people in this world?"

Yue Heng stood there in a daze, suddenly feeling something pulling his feet. He looked down and was startled.

A man with little body was covered in dirty hair, his hands were covered with black paint and mud. He didn't know what his clothes were torn. There was a bamboo tube tied to the back of his neck, and a large bundle of incense was inserted inside. The man shouted weakly: "You block... and block the way..."

It's so fatal!

Yue Heng jumped aside in a hurry, what are you doing?

What are you doing?

Can anyone come in the Confucian Temple? What is the situation with this person? Beggars also want to incense?

Unfortunately, when he said these three words, the man seemed to have exhausted his strength, rolled his eyes and fainted.

Two temple monks rushed out from somewhere, holding guest monk sticks, lifting them up and down, accurately as if they had done it thousands of times. The monk sticks were accurately pressed under the beggar's armpit, and they carried the man to the corner of the wall like dragging a corpse. There were several equally miserable guys lying there, and they didn't know whether it was life or death, but Yue Heng was frightened.

"Oh, I'm not sincere! I want to learn "Praying for worship" and "Bowing for a long time", but I don't learn it like this!"

"I remember that Chen Dafutang was kneeling down and worshiping for 300 miles. His arms were ground and his waist and abdomen were ground. His heart moved the gods. He was the first place in the exam for the first place in the child! From then on, he was rated as a second-level student in two years, became a third-level bachelor in three years, and promoted to a fourth-level Confucian scholar in seven years, and then went to the Monster Mountains to fight and practice for ten years and finally became a fifth-level literary master. He was nearly 60 years old and was in the sixth-level auxiliary hall. He was the fastest model of literati in our Chu State!"

"That is, Mencius said that when God is giving a great responsibility to this man, he must first suffer his mind and his muscles and bones! Seeing this boy's skin and tender flesh, his knees are tricked to put on the skin and bones of monsters, and his clothes are extremely clean, he must not even kneel down for three miles!"

"Facts have proved that opportunism is not good. The gods are really watching it, so in the end, this kid was wasted all his efforts and died in front of the hall!"

The literati on the side laughed and showed contemptuous eyes. Seeing this fainted colleague, not only did he not have sympathy, but he became accustomed to it. He pointed out that the fainted person showed flaws and summarized what the correct way to kowtow should be.

"Is it possible that these three steps of kowtow is also a feasible way to worship the gods of the Confucian Temple? Moreover, as students, these people not only do not support each other, but instead speak sarcastic. Is this really good?"

Yue Heng was confused and turned around again. Okay, a few "slaughtered corpses" crawled in from behind the temple gate, and they were struggling to move forward!

"There is no normal person in this world! Forget it, don't worry, the spring exam will be held the day after tomorrow. Today, I will just hug you just once. Everyone hugs you, and I can't fall behind!"

Yue Heng said angrily, but holding three incense sticks, he was at a loss again.

Who should I worship?

In fact, before entering the Confucian Temple, the merchant selling incense and candles asked strangely, repeatedly confirming whether he only bought three incense sticks. Yue Heng’s shortness of money was also one of the reasons why he was extremely embarrassed now.

Just burn incense to the first god. How can you disrespect Emperor Fuxi after respecting him?

King Wen of Zhou, Confucius, Mencius, and Qu Yuan were not easy to mess with. They were all famous writers, able to publish poetry, classics, and provide students all over the world with their own knowledge. No one could easily offend them.

"Wenzong Collection" says that since the first year of Shen Punishment, the dozens of people worshipped in the Confucian Temple are the beliefs of literati and are in charge of the fortunes of literati. If literati want to activate the divine palace in their bodies, they must rely on the guidance of Emperor Fuxi. If literati want to nurturing literati, they must recite the classics of Wenzong in large quantities.

There are gods in the sky, but favoring one and the other will only have bad things and no good things to practice in the future. Worshiping the Confucian Temple is a place where all literati are truly attained, and no one can do it.

Then go back and buy a few more incense sticks?

It is even worse to go back. The "Wenzong Collection" also said that one day worshiping Fuxi, one lifelong belief in the gods, and going out after entering this temple, is disrespectful to all gods. At the very least, everything is unhappy and frustrated everywhere, and at the worst, the faith is missing and the divine palace is broken, and there are too many tragedies of death. This is not a joke. There are precedents in the classics to check!

Today, Yue Heng came to worship the Confucian Temple to adapt to the general environment, but when he first came to this world, he didn't know any etiquette at all, so he made a big joke. He was really worried!

"Young Master, let's see that you have beautiful facial features and strange bones..."

Yue Heng was annoyed. He was about to turn around and scold him, but he saw a big handful of incense and candles. The word "get out" was swallowed by him, and he was overjoyed to see the incense and candles.

A middle-aged man wearing a melon-skin hat, a long black robe and a long robe, two turtle-eyed green bean eyes, with a shrewd face and a dirty expression, stretched out the handful of incense candles with a flattering smile, revealing his yellow teeth as soon as he smiled, and asked, "Honest Master, have not brought enough incense?"

"That's right!"

Yue Heng nodded repeatedly, but soon became vigilant again. He was not at ease with everyone in this new world: "So what?"

"Then these will be given to the young master!"

Mung bean eyes generously stuffed the incense candle into Yue Heng's hand, looked at him with a smile, opened his mouth slightly, licked his tongue around his inner lips, and then rubbed his hands, as if he saw something valuable, as he was as obscene as he was!

Yue Heng was very alert and hesitated and asked, "How much money?"

The mung bean eyes narrowed and smaller: "I won't collect any money!"

Yue Heng didn't believe there was such a good thing, so he asked, "Don't have the martial arts skills of "Tathagata's Divine Palm"? Don't you praise me as a good material for practicing martial arts?"

Mung bean eyes smiled: "No, the young master is joking. The young master is a literati, and this is a Confucian temple. How can literati practice martial arts?"

Yue Heng grabbed his head, there was no pie falling from the sky. The Zhongyuan World was too crap, but the local indigenous people were no different from those on earth. You can tell that there must be something wrong with the expression of the mung bean eye. He didn't want to be confused by others. After all, he had only been through time for two days and didn't know anything.

"don't want!"

Yue Heng stuffed the incense and candle back and made a gesture to leave, but Yu Guang still paid attention to the expression of the mung bean eyes.

Mung bean eyes were not in a hurry at all, but instead smiled even more happily. He reached out and stopped him, grinned and said: "Young Master, stay here, I will give you a free room card for two nights during the spring exam. Don't worry, the shopkeeper of Xia Nai Zui Xianlou is the most fond of making friends like the young master, and I admire the literati most!"

Spring Examination, Zuixianlou, shopkeeper, Yue Heng looked up and down again at the mung bean eyes, probably guessing in his heart that this person's intention was.

"Young Master, don't be disgusted. Just incense and candles and room cards are really sincere. Emperor Fuxi is above, and the sky can be seen! You can take it all and give it to the young master. Tomorrow, Zuixian Tower, and we will be welcomed by the young master at the next meeting. See you all!"

Mung bean eyes smiled and stuffed the incense candle and a tin room card into Yue Heng's arms again, reciprocated and shouted to see each other again, then turned around and left.
Chapter completed!