Red Mansion: Incense and God Road, starting from the City God of Shenjing

Chapter 331: Sacrifice to the Sun God!

As soon as Jia Cong finished speaking, the hall fell silent!
If it was really as Jia Cong imagined.

That is except for the Shenjing headquarters.

Dongli Academy needs at least fourteen semi-saints, one hundred and thirty great scholars, and at least five to eight hundred great scholars!

This is just the most rough estimate. Take the provincial school as an example. A semi-saint is the dean. But a semi-saint is so noble, how could he handle the daily chores of the academy?

There must be a vice-president who is in charge of the daily operation of the academy. He must at least be a great scholar, and his strength must exceed that of the dean of the prefectural academy.

The vice-president is a great scholar, but what about the academician?

Furthermore, the teaching of the academy cannot be left to a semi-saint dean leading a group of second-level Confucian scholars, right?

Such a terrifying number was completely beyond everyone's understanding.

"Do you think what I said is a little too shocking?"

Seeing this, Jia Cong smiled.

"Dongli Academy is not just the academy of this marquis, but a joint effort of hundreds of Confucian and Taoist schools!"

“If people from hundreds of schools work together, it may not be possible to gather such a strong teaching force in a short time.”

"But it is said in Guanzi Quanxiu: The best plan for a year is to plant grain; the best plan for ten years is to plant trees; the best plan for a lifetime is to plant people!"

“The development of Dongli Academy does not depend on one or two years, but on hundreds or thousands of years!”

"After the expansion of Dongli Academy last year, we selected talented children of school age from all over Daqian to enroll them, and we screened them carefully."

"With such a strong faculty, how long do you think it will take for Dongli Academy to train a great scholar?"

"A hundred years later, if the academy is brilliant and the scene of a hundred schools of thought contending with each other reappears, all of you who are present today will be heroes of Confucianism and Taoism!"

"It will surely be recorded in the history of future generations!"

After all, the people of Daqian have not experienced the baptism of the era of information explosion.

Besides, the pie that the innate gods casually drew was not just talk.

If you think about it carefully, if we pool the strength of hundreds of schools of thought to build an academy, within thirty years at most, the academy will be able to cultivate great scholars!

In a hundred years at most, the great scholars trained by the academy will be able to continuously replenish its teaching staff!
All that is lacking is time.

"According to this Marquis's idea, teachers or deans who are above the level of great scholars in the academy can select different numbers of disciples from among the students in the academy according to their contributions to the academy!"

"There are 130 prefectural schools. Whoever is the dean of the 100 schools can open a branch of the school to teach his own knowledge."

"Of course, the specific implementation method will need to be discussed with you in the future!"

Before everyone could recover from the shock, Jia Cong made the benefits of this big pie concrete.

To put it bluntly, what I just talked about was the common interests of the Confucian and Taoist schools, and now I am talking about the individual interests that are closely related to each school.

"My Lord, you are wise. If this is true, we can not only benefit the people of the world, but also allow various schools of thought to be inherited and developed!"

Zhang Yunmo, the descendant of the Sage of Calligraphy, bowed and exclaimed in praise.

Even if various schools of thought are in decline, they are still able to recruit disciples.

In ordinary county governments, even if a great scholar is giving a lecture, there will be a large number of scholars from nearby areas coming to study.

What is really lacking is a talented successor.

Like Dongli Academy, the county school selects intelligent children of school age from all over the country for admission, and the prefectural school selects the best from the best.

It can be said that every student in the prefectural school is extremely talented, not to mention the higher-level provincial schools.

This is definitely not something that can be accomplished by one family alone.

If it weren't for the time when the great struggle had just begun, each family would have been accumulating strength and would not have dared to intervene easily, for fear of becoming the target of public criticism.

It would have been impossible for Jia Cong to promote Dongli Academy so smoothly.

"What Mr. Mo Yun said is exactly what I think!"

Jia Cong nodded at Zhang Moyun, and then continued.

"I will discuss this matter with you after the alliance meeting."

"The second thing is that the Westerners had been stirring up trouble in southern Xinjiang and harming the people of Daqian." "Last year, they even attempted to attack Yingtian Prefecture and disturb the tomb of Emperor Taizu."

"I have gained your majesty's trust and have been appointed as the Grand Marshal of the Southern Expedition to Suppress the Rebellion and the Chief Commander of the Nanyang Road Army. I have the power to act at my own discretion."

"We have heard that a group of Western bandits are colluding with India and intend to invade Daqian."

"For the sake of all the people in the world, I have decided to take the initiative."

"However, the Brahmanism of India also has its roots, so I invite all the gentlemen to come here today to discuss the southern expedition together."

"After the mission is accomplished, all the gains from the Southern Expedition to India will be distributed among you according to your respective contributions!"

Jia Cong looked around as he spoke, and everyone in the hall subconsciously sat up straight and solemnly upon hearing his words.

I know this is the highlight of today's meeting.

However, the benefits of Jia Cong's generosity towards his allies in the past were revealed.

Plus the prospects of Dongli Academy just mentioned.

Although I knew that this journey was full of dangers.

However, the crowd did not feel much resistance.

It is certainly dangerous, but with the foundation of Brahmanism, if it can be conquered.

The harvest is also unimaginable!

"Today is the Hundred Families Alliance. Since you are here, why don't you come in and have a chat!"

Before anyone could express their opinion, Jia Cong suddenly raised his head.

Divine light gathers in the eyes!
A figure walked out from the body!
It is Jia Cong’s Dharma body of Wenhou!
With a wave of his right arm, the majestic literary energy surged like a tide, transforming into a long golden river that rushed directly out of the secret realm.

"Amitabha!"

"presumptuous!"

Just at this moment, the voices of Huici and Zhuxie were heard outside the secret realm at the same time.

Two areas unfold!

The sea of ​​blood is surging, ghosts are crying and wolves are howling!

When the visitor realized that his whereabouts had been discovered, he no longer tried to hide.

It directly turned into a ball of golden light. There was a faint figure in the golden light, but the golden light was too bright to see its true appearance.

Facing the territory of Zhuxie and Huici, the golden light moved forward all the way. The speed seemed slow, but it was actually very fast.

There was no intention of stopping at all, and he just went straight through the two areas.

He went straight into the secret realm, but was stopped only when he faced the long river of golden literary energy of Wenhou's Dharma body.

The two vehicles collided, causing horrific aftermath.

If this secret city of mechanisms had not been managed by the Mo family for countless years, it would have been destroyed by the aftermath long ago.

"Praise be to the Most Merciful and Most Holy Sun God Surya!"

"Raj Chaturvedi, the Brahmanic sun-god priest, greets you all!"

When the two balls of golden light dissipated, the figure of the person coming out was revealed.

A middle-aged man with slightly dark skin, wearing gorgeous Indian clothing and adorned with a large number of precious gems.

Exuding a warm atmosphere!
He clasped his hands together and spoke in a slightly unfamiliar Daqian dialect.

"Brahmanic Sun God worship?"

Wenhou’s Dharma body looked at the person who came, and literary energy surged around him.

The noble aura he exudes in his every gesture is far superior to that of the Brahmanic sun god worship in front of him!

"Yes, I heard that today is the Confucian and Taoist gathering of Daqian, so I came here uninvited!"

(End of this chapter)