Wen Donglai, who walked out of Kuru Zhai, found that there was no hope ahead and no way out, and he fell into a kind of despair that felt like death.

Even if a life-saving straw appears at this time, he will hold on to it.

But who would pity him?

No one saves me. If Confucianism dies, I will probably die. If I disappear, will a seventh person enter this body?

As Wen Donglai was walking home, he couldn't help but reached out and touched his thin cheek, feeling a sense of panic.

Suddenly his vision went dark, his steps staggered, and he took a few steps back.

His return journey was stopped by a mysterious uninvited guest.

The person in front of him was tall and covered in black robes from head to toe. He couldn't see his figure clearly, couldn't see his facial features, and couldn't even see his hands and feet. The whole person was stuck there like a human-shaped pillar. If he hadn't suddenly appeared,

Wen Donglai thought he was a piece of wood.

"Sorry, did I almost bump into you?" Wen Donglai glanced at him suspiciously and turned around to avoid him.

After turning around the mysterious man in black robe, Wen Donglai stepped forward. Before he had taken a few steps, a dry and hoarse voice came from behind: "I heard the conversation between you and Mo Longsheng."

The speaker seemed to have not drank water for a long time, and one could smell a sense of thirst in his voice.

Wen Donglai immediately stopped and turned around. His pupils widened and the mysterious man in black robe disappeared.

"I'm here."

There was an itching sensation in his ears, and Wen Donglai was convinced that someone was talking in his ears. He also caught a black mass in the corner of his eye, and the skin on his neck instantly became pimpled.

He was strong and calm, and when he turned his head to look, the mysterious man in black robes was several meters away from him, as if he had been standing still.

"Who are you and what are you going to do?" All fearful people will ask this question out of a sense of self-preservation, and Wen Donglai is no exception.

"I smell the scent of Di Luotian from you, maybe you can help me find it." The mysterious man in black robe seemed to be unable to say his name.

Wen Donglai's thoughts were immediately drawn back to last night, when Wen's mother dictated the sentence in the "General History of Confucianism": "The Emperor of Confucianism abdicated, and the emperor was buried in the emperor's fall..."

"Emperor Luotian...Emperor's Tomb..."

Wen Donglai was amused by his words.

"You have found the wrong person. I have never seen the Emperor's tomb, and the tomb of Emperor Tianru is not visible to ordinary people like me." Wen Donglai shook his head gently and shrugged helplessly.

"Tomb of the Emperor... Haha..." The mysterious black-robed man's voice faltered slightly, his tone became slightly tougher, and he sneered: "You should be respectfully called the Tomb of the Emperor."

"Boring." Wen Donglai didn't want to pay attention to him anymore, so he turned around and left.

I was thinking wildly in my mind, could this man be a tomb robber because he cared so much about the Emperor's Tomb?

How can he think about the treasure in the grave now?

But soon he stopped again, because the mysterious man in black robe offered a very tempting olive branch. Anyone could refuse it, but he couldn't refuse it.

Wen Donglai had tears in his eyes, tried his best to pretend to be grateful, and asked excitedly: "Can you really save me?"

But in my heart, I was wondering what his purpose was.

"I give you a ray of immortal destiny. This ray of immortal destiny can protect your life from the sky. If you give Di Luotian to me one day, I will help you become a unique immortal scholar in the world."

Wen Donglai quickly fell into silence.

Immortal fate.

"Who are you?"

"I am a fairy."

"Immortal?" Wen Donglai looked around blankly and curled his lips. There are actually immortals in this Confucian world.

"Haha, kid, don't believe it. There are six mysteries in this world. Confucianism is one of the six mysteries, and the same goes for immortals. Just because you don't know it doesn't mean there are none. Let me tell you, after all, people are mortal bodies, and what the human eye can do

All you see are ordinary things, but what is invisible to the human eye is...mysterious...haha..."

"What is invisible to the human eye is the mystery. What are the four other mysteries?" Wen Donglai was suddenly startled and asked eagerly.

"There are all living beings in the secluded world, friends and strangers live together, and mysteries are always with you. Go and find them yourself, haha."

Still refuse to tell me?

If Confucianism is really one of the six mysteries, how can it live and die together with others?

He was slightly disappointed in his heart, but the mysterious man in black robe said that he could save him. After all, this was a glimmer of hope, and he would never let it go.

But he didn't want to lie: "But I really don't know what Di Luotian is."

"I only need a promise from you." The mysterious man in black robe slowly walked up to Wen Donglai. There was a pair of sharp pupils in the black robe staring at him: "Do you agree or not?"

"I...um...promise..." Wen Donglai nodded shamelessly, no matter what, the most important thing is to survive first.

"Well, the fate of immortality has arrived, the old Confucianism has died, and the new Confucianism has emerged."

The mysterious black-robed man opened his arms, revealing a chest covered with scales. Under the sunlight, it exuded a faint cold light. Before Wen Donglai could see clearly what kind of monster was in front of him, his body was locked by an invisible and qualitative air flow.

Suddenly, his vision went black for an instant, and he fell into a coma.

At the same time, his consciousness clearly saw that his body was burning out quickly like a human candle, and wax tears were flowing around him like blood.

This kind of "wax tears" is in the shape of a coral reef, covered with dense holes, and the whole person looks like an inverted shower head. When the breeze blows gently, these erratic wax tears change into various strange shapes.

Even he himself, seeing this, felt his scalp numb with this intensive fear.

His Confucianism is dead, bullshit immortality, the mysterious man in black robe broke his promise?

When the wax tears dried up, he appeared in front of a dilapidated mansion, surrounded by cyan mist, and the dilapidated mansion door with the texture of flesh and blood looked strange and gloomy everywhere.

He looked up impatiently at the lintel of the mansion door, and his eyes passed directly over the word 'Ru'. At this time, the word 'Ru' seemed to have been injected by some external force, and it no longer bled, and a faint brilliance shone through.

Could it be that it was really destiny, he succeeded in hiding it from the sky, and he was saved?

Immortal destiny arrives, old Confucianism dies, and new Confucianism emerges.

Really saved.

Wen Donglai's face blossomed into a smile.
Chapter completed!