This mysterious and powerful white-haired child in front of me is actually the son of the Confucian Resurrection Saint?
In ancient times, the five great Confucian saints were born one after another, making Confucianism glorious in ancient times.
It was so glorious that it almost never faltered.
These five saints are the five saints of Confucianism who are the pride of countless Confucian people!
The second saint born among them was Fu Sheng.
He is the father of the white-haired child in front of him.
"Senior is actually the son of Fu Sheng?"
The white-haired child said nothing more.
At this moment, with one step forward, the magic circle covering the entire Baisha Academy has dissipated.
And the figure of the white-haired child also appeared in the sky.
He put his hands behind his back and looked down at the people below.
Huikong was lecturing everyone when he suddenly felt a heavy pressure and immediately looked up.
I happened to see the white-haired child.
Huikong was startled and immediately realized that this white-haired child was not an ordinary person.
He immediately stood up, clasped his hands together, and bowed to the white-haired child.
"The poor monk Huikong has met his Confucian predecessors!"
The white-haired child looked at Huikong calmly.
To be precise, he was looking at the phantom of the Buddha behind Huikong.
The white-haired child squinted his eyes slightly, seeming to have realized something.
"As a Buddhist, you come to my Confucian land to cause trouble and forcefully recruit believers. Don't you think it's a bit too much?"
The white-haired child spoke.
Huikong's expression remained unchanged.
"The poor monk is just promoting Buddhism and persuading the world to see clearly the illusions in the world, to transcend the other side as soon as possible, and to enjoy the true fruition."
As soon as he said this, the white-haired child showed a trace of ridicule.
There was even a bit of disdain.
"Buddhism is really like that."
Huikong frowned.
"Senior, what do you mean?"
The white-haired child pointed at Hui Kong.
"In ancient times, I, the Confucian school, and even hundreds of schools of thought, were on the same page as you, the Buddhist school."
"Buddhism has followers of Buddhism, and hundreds of schools of thought have followers. They do not interfere with each other."
"But you, a member of the Buddhist sect, have used Buddhism to hijack many believers. Even the followers of hundreds of my schools have been plundered by your Buddhist sect."
"You have a beautiful name for Buddhism, which is to save the world. Is it true that only by believing in your Buddhism can the world transcend the other side?"
"That's ridiculous!"
“How dare you talk about Buddhism despite being a bandit?”
With a sharp shout, the white-haired child's whole body grew majestic.
Moreover, all the people in the academy surrounding Huikong woke up.
The fanaticism in their eyes was complete
All dissipated.
What replaced it was sobriety and fear.
"Confucian disciples, why don't you come back quickly?"
The white-haired child shouted loudly.
For a time, those people in the academy who originally planned to submit to Buddhism, whether disciples or elders, all retreated to Baisha Academy.
Even the five elders, Fang, who were the first to be ordained, returned to Baisha Academy together.
They all looked ashamed, and some did not dare to face Shen Yunlong.
Shen Yunlong didn't care, and was very happy.
"With this Confucian senior here, our Baisha Academy can finally be saved!"
Shen Yunlong looked at the figure of the white-haired child, his eyes full of awe.
Huikong was stunned on the spot.
Originally, believers gathered around him, making Huikong think that his idea of ​​promoting Buddhism and letting Buddhism take root in the Central Plains had been realized.
But in the blink of an eye.
This white-haired child brought him back to his original shape.
The white-haired child's words also made Huikong fall into deep confusion.
"Did I do something wrong?"
Huikong's tone was trembling, and his heart was confused.
At this time, the white-haired child in the sky spoke again.
"We Confucians educate the world with benevolence, justice, propriety, wisdom, faith, and faith. How can your Buddhist theory of cause and effect and reincarnation compare with my Confucian beliefs?"
This sentence directly defeated Huikong's Buddhist heart.
puff!!!
Huikong spit out blood, and the Buddhist power around him quickly dimmed.
"Let's break up."
The white-haired child gently raised his hand.
Rumble!!!
The shadow of the Buddha that had been standing behind Huikong suddenly disappeared.
Huikong lost his biggest support, his figure was swaying and he could hardly stand still.
The white-haired child did not give up.
He raised his hand gently.
He slapped Huikong.
Then he saw the five words "benevolence, justice, propriety, wisdom and trust" turn into silver light and fall on Huikong instantly.
Huikong was unable to resist.
The whole person was driven thousands of feet underground.
The white-haired child looked normal, as if he had done something very ordinary.
"For disturbing our Confucian sect, I will suppress you here for thousands of years and repent."
"If the person behind you wants to save you, come to Baisha Academy to see me."
Everyone knows what the Zhongyuan and Baijia mean. Foreign monks may not necessarily know how to recite sutras, but the things taught by our ancestors are still more powerful.
Chapter completed!