The other scholars also began shouting:
"That's impossible!"
"He was the one who killed them!"
"That's definitely what happened!"
"Who's spouting nonsense? Do you dare defy the Confucian Saint's decree?" Recommended Man Wen flew into a rage when he heard this.
Wasn't this smashing his rice bowl?
They actually dared question the Saint's words! He depended on this temple for his livelihood.
It was like someone saying the Bodhisattva in the temple was ineffective—and even a liar.
No monk could stand for that.
Unless he was a taoist.
The scholars immediately fell silent.
At that moment, Recommended Man Wen said coldly, "Enough. Go home. The matter has been settled. This scholar is innocent."
Qian Scholar was furious, but he knew the matter could not be changed.
Even the Saint had spoken.
Did he still dare object? Did he think he had held his scholarly rank for too long? Even the emperor had to bow his head before the Saint.
He offered incense every year.
Naturally, the emperor was dissatisfied with this.
But dissatisfied or not, he still had to kneel.
Otherwise, he would fall into the water, get diarrhea, catch a cold...
And after death, he would not be included in the Investiture of the Gods.
That was the Saint's power.
Wenren Sheng smiled faintly.
"The Saint truly is wise, with sight that spans ten thousand miles."
He was being sarcastic.
He had merely altered the memories slightly, and the Saint had already made the wrong judgment.
That was all there was to it.
Of course, if the Saint examined the memories of several more people involved, he could probably infer the Truth.
But, but—one person's memories cost thirty taels. How many people's memories would he need to examine?
Besides, the Saint could not be disturbed every day.
So they