He greeted him with a ladder.

As for why he didn't leave the Confucian Temple, the main reason was that he didn't want to waste a day staying in the Confucian Temple.

Moreover, literature has a tendency to make no progress after ten years of hard work. Once you have an epiphany, you will immediately soar.

As for his scandals, Qian Xiucai obviously seemed to be vaguely aware of them.

I just deliberately said "righteousness", obviously to remind myself.

The style of your literary family is also not right.

So Wen Juren sighed and said, "Okay, come in quickly and leave quickly."

"Don't disturb the saint's purity."

"It's natural."

Soon everyone supported the two people and went in.

After entering, there is a standing statue of a saint in the front yard.

The whole body is made of stone, and the carving is considered to be both physical and spiritual.

The long robe is being held in hand, as if saluting people coming and going.

"Okay, you guys light the incense."

"Give the saint incense and then say what you want."

Soon Qian Xiucai took out 30 taels of silver to buy incense.

Seeing this, the surrounding melon-eating citizens were all shocked.

"Just burning incense, even if you come all the way, you still need 30 taels of silver."

"There are a few companies here that can withstand this."

"Haha, that's because you have never seen rich people, so this thing is not for us."

"Yes, poor people have low lives. Even if they die, they are not qualified to burn incense and let Saint Wen take a look at us."

Everyone sighed.

Then Qian Xiucai burned incense.

Then Wen Rensheng felt a mysterious gaze watching him.

Then I started to look back at my past experiences.

This seems a bit powerful.

Is this the ability to control time?

However, he quickly understood that this was not the case. The other party was searching his brain memory.

Although it is not about controlling time, it is quite powerful to be able to do this.

Obviously, this saint has been making progress and absorbing the wisdom of hundreds of schools of thought since he became a saint.

He doesn't seem to know much about closedness and openness.

Therefore, he allowed his disciples and grandchildren to run wildly in the direction of culture and education.

Now it seems that he might have done something else.

Wen Rensheng directly created false memories.

He creates false memories for himself, so of course he won't worry that he won't be able to go back.

My memory is seeing widower Wang walking towards his house, then turning around and leaving.

So a line of signatures quickly fell in front of the giant statue of the literary saint.

"He is innocent."
Chapter completed!