I really became a king.

Chapter 370: A Precious Book to Travel the World
"Establish a mind for heaven and earth, plead for the people, carry on the lost knowledge of the ancient sages, and bring peace to the world for all eternity."

On that day, Jiang Yi's words in the court shocked the world.

In the following month or so, all the scholars in the world gained something from this, but were still in a state of confusion and helplessness. They vaguely felt that they had realized something, but still didn't know what it was.

As dozens of Wenzong masters such as Dong Chengyang broke through the barriers, this feeling became clearer and clearer, but that was all.

But after the establishment of [Wen Zong Mansion], this feeling suddenly became clear, and all the scholars finally knew what they had been pursuing.

Make up your mind, ask for permission, and bring eternal peace!

All the scholars of the four great dynasties in the central government were moved and bowed facing west.

A divine thought suddenly and clearly appeared in my mind: The holy land is in the Western Frontier!

It is not only a holy place, but also seventy-two wise teachers who opened the way to humanistic culture for scholars all over the world, or seventy-three to be exact.

At this moment, all the scholars who have achieved academic success have an epiphany: mankind has seventy-two wise teachers sitting in Wenzong’s palace. In addition, there is an even more important figure, Prince Yi Jiang Yi, who is half the teacher of all the scholars in the world.

The reason why he became a half-master was because Jiang Yi avoided the grand ceremony of worship by Dong Chengyang and others by stepping aside in the court at that time, otherwise he would have become the well-deserved Holy Ancestor Wenzong.

In a village somewhere in the Xiqi Dynasty, the villagers have made a living by hunting for generations, and every adult male uses the number and strength of the beasts he hunts to show his status.

This day was another day of returning from hunting. Almost all the women and children in the village, young and old, stood at the entrance of the village, waiting for their men to return.

The people standing in the front all had smug looks on their faces, because the men in their families were the most powerful in the village, and they always returned with a full load.

This also makes their family members proud and consider themselves superior to others.

"Who do you think hunted the most this time?" A good-looking woman stood in the front of the group of people and spoke out.

"Of course it's the one from your family. He is a master of martial arts and as strong as a bull. He can even capture a giant tiger with his bare hands."

The woman of similar age next to him complimented him, with envy in her eyes, but it was soon replaced by anticipation.

The other man is indeed strong, but our own man is not weak either. Maybe we can come out on top this time.

All the women and children in the village were discussing the same thing. Even the children were arguing over whose father was the strongest, and they were even fighting with their bare hands.

Fortunately, the adults were nearby, and they separated the fighting children with laughter, scolding, and slapping with their shoes.

Hundreds of women, children and young children gathered at the entrance of the village, all gathered in groups of three or two. Only one figure stood in a corner, looking lonely.

Because his body was too weak, his figure looked thin, and he seemed a little fragile in the late autumn when the temperature had already turned cold.

"Mom, can Dad catch prey this time?"

A boy of six or seven years old next to him was looking expectantly at the deep mountains hundreds of meters away. His little eyes contained a look of anticipation and fear of the unknown.

Before the frail woman could answer, a strong woman nearby sneered, "A bookworm who only knows how to hold a book all day long, who can't lift anything with his hands or shoulders, how can he catch any prey? He can't even catch a rabbit."

The healthy woman's laughter caused many women and children around her to laugh out loud, but most people just laughed it off and didn't say anything else about the matter.

"If it were you, I would say that the Tianxia Academy should be abolished. Why should our entire village support the family of a weak and useless person?"

"That's right, they have hands and feet, why should we feed them!"

For a moment, several village women started to discuss this matter. Someone nearby couldn't stand it and interrupted, "You are speaking against your conscience. Guo Shujiang's family has never asked the village for any food rations in these years. When did they rely on you to support them?"

Several village women, led by Jianfu, were immediately unwilling to do so. The leading Jianfu said, "But they still rely on the rations issued by the court to survive. Where does the court's salary come from? It's paid by us..."

"Besides, don't think I don't know how much food someone secretly sent them!"

After saying that, he glanced meaningfully at an old woman not far away. Upon hearing what he said, the old woman's expression became a little unnatural.

I was secretly feeling bitter in my heart: Even though my daughters are married, can I really watch them starve to death?

But after all, she is marrying into a family with a different family name, and doing this will inevitably cause dissatisfaction among her daughter-in-law.

In the corner of the village, the slender figure pursed her lips tightly, holding her son's hand tightly with one hand, and staring at the direction of the mountains motionlessly.

She never expected her husband to return home with a full load. As long as he returned safely, she would be happier than anything else.

In fact, according to her, it would be fine not to go on the hunting day. At most, their family would live a poorer life, which was better than going deep into the mountains and taking risks.

However, her husband Guo Huai refused and would follow her into the mountains every hunting day just to provide his young son with some meat to nourish his body.

"Look, they're back!"

Following a shout, dozens of figures walked out of the mountains, and the children guarding the village entrance immediately swarmed over, thinking that they knew it was time to eat meat again.

The group of women standing at the front entrance of the village all had excited looks on their faces, because it was time for them to show off their men, or to show off their own taste.

"Huh? Why are there so few people?"

Gradually, some people discovered something was wrong. There were more than one or two hundred people left the village, but now only dozens of people had walked out of the mountains.

Many women tiptoed towards the mountains behind the dozens of figures, but they found the mountains were empty and no one else came out.

"Could it be?"

Many people thought of something and turned pale, especially the women who did not see their men. They all looked frightened and despaired.

This reminded them of the legend passed down from generation to generation. It was said that hundreds of years ago, more than half of the men in the entire village died because they encountered a ferocious beast that sneaked into the human residence on a hunting day.

Could it be that we have encountered some powerful beast again this time?
Including the thin woman who was standing there alone, her face turned pale and her frail body was shaking, because she didn't see her husband either.

"Haha, look at these silly women, they really think their man is dead..."

"Don't worry, everything is fine. We will be out of the mountain soon." Among dozens of strong men, a burly man as strong as an iron tower laughed, glared at the beautiful woman who came forward with a happy face, and then walked towards the village.

When passing by the frail woman, he nodded in a friendly manner and said with a smile, "Don't worry, Sister Huai, Mr. Guo is fine." The dozens of men behind him also smiled in a friendly manner, and many of them even had a hint of flattery in their expressions.

Mr. Guo? The frail woman was stunned. She often heard the word "Mr." from her husband, but it was always in private. Whenever he mentioned the word, her husband would bow in the direction of the Dali Imperial Capital.

But why did these villagers suddenly call their husbands "Mr."? What happened?

But she didn't think much about it. As long as she knew her husband was safe, nothing else mattered.

After a group of women's repeated questioning, they finally got some clues. It seemed that they encountered a big beast this time when they went into the mountains, a huge and ferocious beast that was big enough for the whole village to have a feast.

These dozens of strong men went back to the village to get ropes and tools in order to carry the huge murderer out of the mountains.

"Is it really a ferocious beast?"

"And it's such a big beast?"

"How is it possible? When did the masters in our village become so powerful?"

"..."

The whole village was talking about it, and although they didn't believe it in the end, their faces were filled with excitement and joy.

Having a big meal is certainly a pleasure, but what makes them happiest is that the ferocious beasts are very nutritious. Eating them can strengthen the body and even cure some chronic diseases.

Some women with clear minds guessed something from the expressions of dozens of strong men. Although they didn't know why it happened, they still moved closer to the frail woman intentionally or unintentionally.

Of course, the boy next to the woman had to be praised.

This sudden enthusiasm made the frail woman a little uncomfortable, and her words and expression subconsciously became a little distant, but this did not affect the enthusiasm of the women around her at all.

After a while, a burst of shouting came from the mountains hundreds of meters away. The eyes of all the women and children waiting at the village entrance lit up. Their men had returned, and they had brought back a huge ferocious beast.

From the low, short calls, they could feel the weight of the beast, which was probably so big that it was unimaginable.

Soon they saw how big the beast was. Its body was as big as a mountain, and it took more than 200 men in the village to carry it. They trembled with every step and shouted in unison.

There was only one person who was walking in front leisurely, and he was also the only one who did not participate in the fight with the fierce beast.

"Then... that person is Guo... Mr. Dai Guo?"

A woman asked cautiously. After receiving affirmative responses from those around her, she asked in disbelief, "Why does it feel different?"

It was indeed different. Everyone noticed that the back that had been slightly bent had straightened again, and the whole body became majestic. There was a special aura emanating from him, giving people a sense of uprightness and grandeur.

Especially the frail woman, whose eyes were already blurred with tears. It was this temperament that attracted her in the past, but under the burden of life,
Soon they knew the whole story. It turned out that the village's hunting team really encountered a huge ferocious beast in the mountains. At the critical moment, it was Guo Huai, the bookmaker they had always looked down upon, who killed the beast single-handedly and saved all the men in the village.

"Bear girl, what are you still standing there for? Go back and boil some water!"

A burly man yelled at the dazed woman, then shouted at Guo Huai, "Brother-in-law, go home and rest first. I'll call you when the food is ready."

Guo Huai did not turn around, but just raised his right hand and waved it behind him, then walked home with his wife and children.

"Dad, they said you killed the big beast with a book?" the boy asked, looking up.

"Yes, just use a book." Guo Huai replied with a smile.

"What book? Where is it? Dad, let me see it."

"Here!" Guo Huai gently tapped his son's forehead, touched the back of his head, and said with a smile: "Study hard, and you will have your own book in the future."

After saying that, he turned his head and looked in the direction of Western Xinjiang, his eyes full of piety, and said to himself: "One day, I must go to Western Xinjiang!"

The villagers who understood the whole story looked at the three figures gradually walking towards the village with an expression of inexplicable admiration, their eyes filled with complex and inexplicable emotions.

At the same time, similar scenes were played out in various places in the four great dynasties. After being humiliated, some scholars suddenly killed people and carried the heads through the downtown area.

A scholar harbored a deep hatred for his enemy and killed his entire family before fleeing into the deep mountains and forests...

Many scholars, after arranging the affairs of the world's academies, packed their bags and embarked on the journey to the west. The holy land is in the Western Frontier, and as a scholar, the Western Frontier is the place they yearn for.

The rest of the people watched all this silently like outsiders. The four great dynasties of the entire wild continent ushered in a radical change.

From then on, scholars were no longer a lowly group, because they had awakened to their own path of spiritual practice, and with nothing else in their possession, they could travel the world relying solely on a precious book.

Who says that scholars are good for nothing? Who says that scholars are powerless? Who says that scholars cannot kill people?
The four great dynasties remained surprisingly silent. They neither extended an olive branch to the awakened scholars nor arrested those literati who committed massacres because of blood feuds.

They all seemed to be observing silently, because they all understood what the five words "The Holy Land is in Western Xinjiang" meant to scholars.

Ultimately, they need to observe what impact this rising force will have on their secular dynasty.

Of course, the most uncomfortable ones are the secular sects. This unprecedented great change in mankind will have an unimaginable impact on their plans to rule the secular world, and it is very likely to develop into a major resistance.

How should we treat the scholars who are bound to rise? The secular sects were undecided for a while, but they secretly accelerated their steps to enter the secular world.

Because they know very well that in time, after the secular literary avenue has completely risen, the secular world will once again drift away from them.

As for Jiang Yi, after setting up the two prefectures, eight divisions and three camps in the Western Frontier, he went down the Western Demon Realm Pass on his own and rushed to the central Kongtong Mountain under the protection of his personal army camp and the Shen Ce and Wen Zong prefectures.

In this grand ceremony to establish Prince Yi's Mansion as the lord of the Western Frontier, although two mansions, eight departments and three camps were established, Jiang Yi did not mention any other forces under his command.

Such as Lu Fan's Blood-Robed Guards, Fu Quan's Shadow Pigeon, Ding Ren's An Hu, and the Martial Hall composed of strong men from secular martial arts sects, but everyone was tactful enough not to ask.

They all understood that these major forces would be directly under Jiang Yi's control. Anyone from the two governments, eight departments and three camps who dared to extend a hand, or even show a slight sign of getting involved, would immediately face a catastrophic disaster.

(End of this chapter)