Ming Zuo

Chapter 676 Tickets
Zhang Pu and others came to Qufu for the most important purpose of pilgrimage.

Before feeling the afterglow of the saint, the people here taught them a lesson with incomparably high enthusiasm.

When they bypassed the huge reservoir construction site and came to the foot of Nishan Mountain, their mood could not be calm for a long time.

What appeared before their eyes was a more lively construction site.

"What is this doing?"

Guan Yingzhen grabbed a craftsman and asked casually.

The craftsman put down his work.

"The Confucius Museum is being built here to pay homage to and remember the saint."

Hearing this, Zhang Pu and others looked at each other in blank dismay.

"Shandong rebels have repeatedly deceived the public with their demonic words, but they never expected to respect the most holy teacher so much."

"Hmph, I'm afraid there is some conspiracy or trick?"

Zhang Pu's impression of Shandong was extremely bad, and he would not hesitate to guess from the worst angle when encountering anything.

The others didn't speak, somewhat dissatisfied with his paranoia.

In front of everyone's eyes, a majestic and endless wall blocked everything inside, so that they could not see what was going on inside without standing outside.

However, this wall is all built in the style of the Spring and Autumn Period.

Just standing there, you can feel a simple and eternal atmosphere head-on, as if you have returned to the passionate age when the most holy teacher taught scriptures and preached and opened up people's wisdom.

Several people stepped forward, ready to enter.

The result was blocked.

"Several people are here, what's the matter?"

A very old man asked.

Lu Shiyi cupped his hands.

"Old man, I waited to come from a long distance, just to pay homage to the most holy teacher."

The old man listened, unmoved.

"Five cents for the ticket."

Zhang Pu and others were astonished.

They didn't understand what a ticket was, but they knew that the old man was asking for money.

"You old man, why are you asking for money?"

The old man pointed at the Confucius Museum under construction, and said angrily: "Doesn't it cost money to build such a solemn and magnificent venue? Doesn't it cost money to maintain it in the future? You come to worship, and he also comes to worship. No one pays, and if things go on like this, the place is dilapidated, wouldn't it be a disgrace to Master Kong Sheng?"

After hearing his words, Zhang Pu was so angry that his hands trembled.

"You are using the name of the most holy teacher to make money."

The old man looked at him and sneered.

"To each other, isn't it the same for you sour literati?"

Zhang Pu and others didn't expect that an old man who was a janitor would be so sharp-tongued.

However, what the old man said is really close to the truth in essence, which is really uncomfortable.

But they have already come here, is it possible to return here and fall short?
After thinking about it again, the tickets were not very expensive, so Zhang Pu nodded to the servant.

The servant stepped forward and took out the silver and paid for the ticket.

After the old man took it, he handed each of them a written receipt, then stepped aside and let them in.

Zhang Pu and others held back their anger.

"Hmph, I want to see, what tricks are these Shandong rebels doing?"

Before Guan Yingzhen finished speaking, he immediately stood up on the spot.He raised his head and looked ahead, completely forgetting what year it was.

Not just him, but everyone else.

Just because after entering, the first sight they saw was too shocking.

Just hundreds of meters away in front of them, there is an extremely tall and majestic statue standing now.

An old man with an elegant and kind face is looking down on everything in the world, his eyes are full of wisdom and kindness.

Just at this time, the sun shines on the statue, making it emit a dazzling and shocking brilliance, as if the enlightenment of the most holy teacher has been enlightened by all people, bringing light to this dark world.

"This...this...this..."

Sun Shenxing was stunned for a long time, and suddenly tears filled his eyes. He immediately fell to the ground and kowtowed to the statue repeatedly.

As the most pious disciple of Confucianism, in his mind at this time, this statue has become the incarnation of Confucius.

Zhang Pu stared blankly at the statue, feeling weak all over.

Among all the world, only here is such a statue erected for Master Kong Sheng.

This statue is at least more than ten feet high, standing in front of Nishan Mountain, towering above the sky, majestic and unstoppable.

Just looking at this statue, it is easy to see who respects Confucius more in this world.

In the past, he repeatedly criticized Shandong for violating the way of sages, but it all became a joke in front of this statue.

As long as people in the world see this statue, they probably won't doubt Shandong's intention of honoring Confucius and Confucianism.

But Shandong is obviously digging the roots of Confucianism!
How should I explain it to the world?

How to let the world understand?
Zhang Pu was at a loss and had nothing to do.

He could only watch helplessly at this statue that filled the space between heaven and earth, and now craftsmen were plating copper on its surface.

The copper-plated part has been completed, and it is more shining in the sun, which is sacred and inviolable.

Zhang Pu swears that the most gorgeous Buddha statue he has ever seen in his life is not as good as this statue of a saint.

Nishan holy land, only with this one statue can really grasp the roots.

From now on, no one can say that Shandong does not follow the principles of Confucianism and the will of the saints.

After a full stick of incense, Zhang Pu and the others slowly came out of the shock.

Several people looked at me and I looked at you, and they all felt a sense of powerlessness.

Compared with Shandong's actual actions, their articles seem so small and ridiculous.

After suffering enough blows, Zhang Pu and others carefully looked at everything in the Confucius Museum.

I saw that this kind of museum occupies a very large area, completely covering the entire Nishan Mountain, including all the flat land at the foot of the mountain, and extending to the front of the reservoir construction site.

It is conceivable that when the reservoir is completed and filled with water in the future, the entire Kongsheng Museum will be backed by mountains and face water, with beautiful mountains and clear waters, which can fully deserve the evaluation of a holy place.

What a Shandong!
What a great handwriting!
Today, all the construction of the Confucius Museum is in progress.

Zhang Pu and others walked among them, they could only see the leopard from the inside, but they also felt extraordinary.

Knowing that they were coming, a staff member from the museum ran over and explained them specially.

"From the entrance to the statue of Confucius, there are seventy-two steps, symbolizing the seventy-two disciples of Confucius."

"On the left is the remains of the saints. The cultural relics, pens and inks, and writings left by the most holy teachers are all stored here for future generations to admire."

The worker points to the right again.

"It is divided into Confucianism Academy, Confucian Culture Exhibition Hall, Confucianism Research Institute, Confucianism History Museum, etc., so that visitors who come here can learn more about the development process of the most holy teacher and Confucianism, and have a good understanding of Confucianism and Confucianism. Comprehensive and profound understanding."

He pointed again to the wide, shapeless square in the distance.

"From now on, every year on the birthday of the most holy teacher, a ceremony of worship will be held here. Through this method, the world will firmly remember the grace of the most holy teacher, inherit the legacy of the sages, and create a better future for China."

Listening to the staff's rhetoric one after another, Zhang Pu and others became more and more desperate.

Everything is arranged here, and there is no flaw.It seems perfect, but it always gives people an ethereal feeling.

What's wrong?

With their knowledge, they can't see it at all.

(End of this chapter)