Chapter 56: How dare you save a gentleman's ambition? (Please read it!)

Author: Mr. Xuanxin

Chapter 56: How dare you save a gentleman's ambition? (Please read it!)

"Merit...three thousand feet."

The gray-clothed teacher from Qichen Temple had a hard time speaking.

"Who is this senior...the sacred place?"

A powerful man looked solemn.

"Could it be... the saint appeared?!"

Chen Li was shocked and said this with trembling words.

"...It must be so! It must be so!"

Hu Qingsong on the side looked excited:

"He Yuanfeng did something against the will of heaven, and wanted to destroy my Confucianism and Taoism... Heaven will never stop me from Confucianism and Taoism! Heaven will never stop me from Confucianism and Taoism!"

After saying that, the vice president of Sancai Academy actually cried and laughed, and became emotionally ill.

Above the sky.

The golden light of merit on He Yuanfeng's body was suppressed by Lu Xuan and he fell to the ground.

"You are the leader of Confucianism and Taoism, but you are willing to fall into the devil, cut off the Confucianism's fortune and seize the talent of scholars all over the world. Can you know your sin!"

Lu Xuan's voice was stern.

"Know the sin? What sin do you know?!"

He Yuanfeng knew that there was no way out today, and he was stalking his neck, and his old face was covered with blue veins:

"Even if I don't take the fortune of the world, if the secret method is taken away by others in the future, I will covet the saint's fruit position. As the opportunity comes, I will take it myself!"

"The heart is already in a devil, and it is stubborn!"

Lu Xuan sneered:

"You are already the heart of a human demon, and you dare to seize the affair of a gentleman? This method of cutting off the talent of the Confucian clan and cutting off the world was created by your master!"

"What?!"

He Yuanfeng's face was full of disbelief.

"He was able to complete the tribulation that year, only half a step away from the true immortal, and he was unable to get the method of entering the art. After careful study, he had the art of sacrifice to the Tao and becoming a saint."

Lu Xuan looked at He Yuanfeng:

"But until he was in a state of transformation, he had never used that secret technique and kept his original intention when he entered the school."

He sighed:

"It's not as good as him."

He Yuanfeng's master, the previous dean, met Lu Xuan.

That time, Lu Xuan rarely used his vest and changed his name and surname, and even his appearance changed a little.

The old dean did not know Lu Xuan's true identity, so he just thought that the latter was a very thoughtful young teacher.

At that time, at Lu Xuan's suggestion, He Yuanfeng's master founded the Cultivation Daily, which has been passed down for more than 5,000 years.

Lu Xuan also learned by chance that the dean was studying such a secret method in private.

However, after successful research, he locked this method in the cabinet and never looked through it again.

Maybe he had some thoughts, but in the end he chose to give up.

No matter how you talk about your mind, there is no good person in your mind.

Lu Xuan felt that the old dean was a great scholar who deserves admiration.

The energy in the sky dissipated and turned into billions of strands, and each found its master.

The red flames ignited from He Yuanfeng's body, covering his body.

He Yuanfeng struggled, opened his mouth and screamed, but was unable to struggle, and his soul and body turned into nothingness.

This is the backlash of cause and effect. How can the great fortune of Confucianism and Taoism be so easy to touch?

Just like in ancient times, if one succeeded, one would naturally ascend the throne and become crowned, and change the country's name.

But if the rebellion fails, the price will be paid by the head of Xiang and the nine clans.

Above the Sancai Square, the students of Sancai Academy were excited and shouted the name of the saint.

The tall figure did not look back.

He turned his back to all living beings and left straight away, leaving only a piece of light.

The dust settles.

In the deep mountains of Lingnan, the demonic sound gradually subsided, and the forests were bleak and I dared not speak.

In the giant lake, a huge figure gradually sinks and constrains its breath.

During the Zhongzhou Dynasty, the Daxia Emperor did not say a word and silently took back the edict.

At the Great Wuchang Temple in the Western Desert, the Buddha's Lord started preaching again without expression.

At Beiyuan Tianjianmen, Ji Lingchen laughed loudly, hung the wine gourd back on his waist, got up and left:

"The time has come, I'm going to retreat!"

The Confucian and Taoist pride was consolidated, and the talent seized by He Yuanfeng returned to its original owner.

In the imperial examination room, students who had stopped writing started to answer questions again, and their thoughts were like springs.

On the pleasure boat, a middle-aged scholar flashed his mind, and continued the second half of the poem, attracting praise.

In the cottage, the old man completed the final manuscript, leaving only a few blank lines.

He pondered for a moment and wrote the ending poem, which was exactly:

In the past, I became a disciple of the Wensheng Temple and wanted to carry the morality on my shoulders.

Listen to the morning drum in front of the mirror, and the master made an oath.

Time passes by like an arrow, and five thousand years pass by.

Once evil thoughts arise, it is difficult to preserve your innocence until you are old.

……………………

Sancai Academy.

"Bang!"

Cheng Lingzhu drank the wine in the glass in one go, put the cup on the table very hard, then turned his face and looked at Lu Xuan.

"What cup is it?"

Lu Xuan looked at her.

The two were at the banquet at Sancai Academy at this time.

This morning, He Yuanfeng intended to cut off the world's talent and the Confucianism. Fortunately, the saint appeared and suppressed him.

This kind of thing is of course worth celebrating.

So at the suggestion of Zhang Xun and Chen Xu, all departments of Sancai Academy held such a banquet.

The banquet is a separate meal system, with two people having a small table, which is quite ancient.

Lu Xuan and Cheng Lingzhu were at the same table, but since the banquet began, Cheng Lingzhu had been drinking.

Take a sip, look at him, and then take a sip with a blushing face after watching it.

Lu Xuanxin said that he was handsome, but being given a drink was a waste of resources.

With the body of monks, wine will naturally not cause any harm to their bodies.

It is even said that because of the strong physique, it is difficult to get drunk. If the wine consumed by monks is tasted by mortals, it is not uncommon to die of drunkenness.

However, after releasing the natural restrictions in the body, practitioners can also feel the feeling of being drunk.

On the table next to him, Zhang Xun was already wearing a big tongue and his face was red:

"I will never forget the master's appearance today... I have achieved three thousand feet of merit. I have only heard of it in books and legends before, but I finally know what it looks like today."

"yes."

There was a person next to him saying:

"We academy students should compile today's affairs into a book. First, we should alert the world not to forget our original intentions like the old dean, and second, we should spread the teachings of our ancestors to carry forward the way of the saints."

"It's extreme, it's extreme."

Everyone agreed.
To be continued...