"The universe has been worshipped by Tianru's disciples, the human race has achieved great harmony in the world, everyone lives and works in peace and prosperity, and the world is peaceful..."

This sentence of the supreme heaven resounded throughout the universe and continued until the day of "Double Ninth Festival".

Because on this day, the ancestors who died for the human race needed peace.

Double Ninth Festival.

Even though the Tianru Continent became an ideal world that was infinitely close to the "Great Harmony of the World" in the prophecy of the six Confucian masters, the customary concepts that began to be born from agricultural civilization are still deeply rooted in people's hearts.

"Respect our ancestors, be careful to pursue the distance, kneel down to our ancestors to show filial piety, always keep our original intentions, and never forget the root."

Wen Donglai lowered his head and corrected his lower collar that was pleated because of kneeling and bowing. The moment he raised his head and opened his eyes, a trace of doubt and confusion flashed.

He glanced at the corner of his eyes at the ten thousand-character stone tablet that was tall among the few people in front of him. He couldn't believe that he woke up from a dream and came to a different world. He had to kneel down some stone tablets. His facial features were slowly twisted, but he was glanced at by his mother's eyebrows. Even if he didn't want to, he could do nothing.

what is going on?

Sleepwalking?

Dongdongdongdongdongdong...

The sound of the impact of the forehead accompanied by the pain in the bones' eyes told him that this was not a dream.

Wen Donglai finally chose to compromise temporarily. When he bowed, he looked confused and confused.

Just a dream, it’s really true. Dreams can come true these days, but dreams are suffocated to death in the crotch.

He recalled last night that he was just a worker who was worried about his house and wages all day long. When he was bored, he fell asleep because of the obscure and difficult content of the sentence "I don't know how to die if I don't know life." When he woke up, he came to this world of "Confucianism".

There is nothing here except "Confucianism", no Tao, no Buddha, and no schools of thought.

To be precise, this is an extremely pure Confucian world. Confucianism is a living existence and a kind of mystery. He lives in the Confucian Mansion, which is the "people".

People are the Confucian mansions, and people are the houses where Confucians live.

Although it is a bit creepy when you think about it, it is indeed an indisputable fact.

As for why people are Confucians?

It is written on the ten thousand characters stone tablet.

Wen Donglai squinted his eyes before he could see clearly.

"The pulse is the blood palace, the bone is the marrow palace, and the heaven and earth are the human palace. The old friends respect the heaven and earth. When people respect the heaven and earth, and worship the ancient kings, they must understand the six Confucian arts (ritual, music, archery, monarchy, calligraphy, and numbers), and the old friends are the Confucian arts."

What are you saying? Half-understanding and half-doing. The same thing is still the saying, Confucians live on people.

When Wen Donglai thought of a Ru Ru living in his body, he felt uncomfortable all over and couldn't help but touch his whole body, and there was no special situation.

But he had to admit that the Confucian world relied on this worldview to push the entire Confucian civilization to its peak.

"Did you feel your Confucianism?" Wen's mother asked anxiously, her face full of expectations.

Wen Donglai looked confused.

"Have you not realized it yet? Why can't you feel it until today?" Wen's mother's expectation turned into loss.

Wen Donglai was still confused.

Wen's mother said without giving up: "You need to be careful to cultivate your nature in order to perceive the existence of Confucianism. If you cannot perceive, how to live and die with Confucianism, what should you do if you let your mother do."

Live and die with Confucianism?

What a romantic life, but Wen Donglai could not adapt to this concept for a while.

So he was still confused.

"I'm sorry, mom." He said tentatively.

"What are you calling me?" Wen's mother was stunned.

"Mother." Wen Donglai hurriedly changed his words, but fortunately he reacted quickly so he would not make any major mistakes.

Wen's mother began to induce things in a row again: "Son, you must be successful. Confucianism is the need of people, which can help you achieve legends and support everything."

Wen Donglai thought to himself, I woke up in a dream and didn’t understand anything.

I……

He was still confused.

But after a little reaction, he understood that this was a world where everyone practiced Confucianism.

The first step in cultivating Confucianism is to perceive Confucianism.

The original owner of his body is a ignorant person. He can't even sense the existence of Confucianism even if he holds his skills.

When I came, I am afraid I will never be able to get it. Wen Donglai thought in confusion.

But he didn't care. He was just a little surprised that the "Confucian culture" on the earth could flourish here and was in a state of tyranny.

The civilization of this ancient Confucian world has stepped into the endless universe and surpassed all civilizations in all directions of the universe.

He wiped the sweat from his temples, looked up at the sky, his eyes narrowed slightly, and saw a group of people in the sky stepping onto the ancient tower warship on an expedition.

"The ancient building of thousands of feet jumps over the overpass, and the heroes climb to the sky." This is the only little ink in his heart.

"The sky is not completely blue, at least the sky here has nine colors." Wen Donglai murmured to himself, secretly envious of the expedition heroes sitting in the ancient building. They are legends of the Confucian school, and they don't even know where Confucian is.

The mother reminded seriously: "This is the Nine-level Heaven, with a Nine-level phantom. It looks like a heavy tower near it, and looks like a stacked peak from afar. It is not a nine-colored heaven."

But she didn't know that what her son was thinking was actually not how many times there were.

However, she also had a headache for her baby son to the sky and the earth lacked some awe.

This is also what Wenmu is most worried about. If you cannot perceive Confucianism, if a person is abandoned by Confucianism, it is equivalent to being disgusted by heaven and earth, and the consequences are very serious.

For a young man born in the Tianru Continent and raised in the Tianru Continent, heaven and earth are also his parents, and his status must even surpass that of his biological parents.

If a child disobeys his parents, he is a rebellious son.

If you go against the heaven and earth, you are going against the emperor.

My mother Wen doesn't want her baby son to become a rebellious son.

After all, the emperor will be disgusted by heaven and earth, and even face strange dangers.

"The mysterious gentleman said that after three years of worshiping this ten thousand-character monument, my son will be grateful to the heaven and earth, be reborn, be fully understood, become a Confucian genius, and then open up the response of heaven and man. I don't know whether it is true or false, but after counting, it's already three years old."

Thinking of this festival, Wen's mother was a little looking forward to Wen Donglai's transformation and thorough understanding tonight.

She didn't ask for anything, as long as Wen Donglai could sense her Confucianism, it would be fine.

But she didn't know that Wen Donglai in front of her had completely changed.

Moreover, Wen Donglai in front of him knew nothing about Confucianism.

Wen Donglai was still digesting this body memory. He was able to deal with it when he saw a move, but he couldn't bear to interrupt Wen's mother's thoughts.

"You are fifteen years old, but you have not yet seen the Confucianism. Other young men can already defeat the chaos at your age." Wen's mother tongue is very serious, and his words reveal endless sorrow and unstoppable expectations.

Parents all hope that their children will become successful.

Dongdong...

Wen Donglai kowtowed and digested his memory, while muttering: "I thought Confucianism was poetry, books, rituals and music. Who would have thought Confucianism lived? It's too weird."

The knowledge of Confucianism has been accumulated in this world for tens of thousands of years, far exceeding the sum of Confucianism on earth. Moreover, Confucianism is a living creature, who can believe it if you say it.

"Poetry, Book, Etiquette and Music?" Wen's mother reached out and knocked Wen Donglai's forehead a few times, her eyebrows trembled, and she pretended to be angry: "You don't even know these knowledge of the ancient times, and you have the nerve to take it out and say it."

"Haha..." Wen Donglai smiled awkwardly, covering up his knowledge of nothing.

When he touched his son's embarrassing smile, Wen's mother's anger quietly disappeared.

The afterglow of the sunset shone down, pulling out a long shadow from the ten thousand characters of the stone tablets that were tall for several people, quickly swallowing up the figures of Wen Donglai and his son...

At night, the lights of thousands of homes are always bright.

Wen's mother walked out the door and bowed to the empty forest: "Sir, my son has been bowing to the ten thousand characters for more than three years. Everything is followed by your instructions. I don't know when my son can understand his ideas and open up the response of heaven and man, but I feel worried about my son becoming a dragon."

There are countless lush forests growing in the woods, but a tree sways gently, and a dead leaf floats down from above, falling into Wen's mother's hand, and disappears in the blink of an eye.

If ordinary people see it, they will definitely find it extremely strange.

Wen's mother's face changed slightly, and an arc appeared on the corner of her mouth, and she was obviously full of joy.

"You can get to know the truth soon, haha, thank you sir."

Wen's mother thanked her repeatedly, and after waiting for the woods to stop, she got up and went back to the house.

Although she was personally affirmed by Mr. Mysterious, she still would not relax her discipline on Wen Donglai.

The best education is actually parents, and parents’ teachings are more important than strict teachers.

Wen Donglai had no father and had poor qualifications, but his mother was not careless in his education.

After Wen's mother returned to her house, she lit a fragrant scent with an open flame, opened the "General History of Confucianism" as thick as a quilt, called Wen Donglai to her side, and began to continue teaching him the history of Confucianism in the Tianru Continent.

Even if Wen Donglai was unwilling to do so, he had no choice but to obey his orders.

Just as he just took this opportunity to learn about what kind of world he had come to.

"In the past two hundred years, the Confucian school of the Confucian school has a dispute over the 'man and arts'. Confucian school advocates the supremacy of Confucianism, Confucian school advocates art, and the government opens together. In the end, Confucian school won, and Confucian school began to expedition to the starry sky. The whereabouts are unknown so far, and it has been 30,000 years since it disappeared."
To be continued...