When Lingnan Road is not peaceful, there are only autumn and winter.

The bandits and bandits in the mountains and forests generally have cultivation, and the leading cultivation is generally not too low, probably around the soul realm, so in spring and summer, they will not rob the mountain people.

Although the mountain people living in the mountains also have cultivation, their highest cultivation is the spiritual eye realm, and there are only one or two, not too many.

The mountains and forests of Lingnan Road are vast, with countless small villages and tribes distributed inside.

These tribes reproduce themselves in spring and summer, and bandits will come to these small villages to "harvest" them in autumn and winter. Over the years, the imperial court has neglected management of these places, and there is a good cycle between bandits and villages.

"Young Master, the court actually has management here." Zhang Bie came from the Confucian school and obviously had a very good understanding of these things: "Above the Soul Realm, people from the imperial court will usually be contacted by people from special missions, and they will usually be received in the imperial system."

"Those thieves in Hanging Temple? I know, I saw my mother approving their documents before."

Zhang Fengyun knew more about the secret forces in the court. He stood on the top of the mountain and looked at the thin silver-covered mountain forest in the distance, thinking about something.

Zhang Bei asked with difficulty: "Young Master, do you have to choose this place?"

"What?" Zhang Fengyun gave him a contemptuous look: "Do you have a better choice?"

Zhang Bugu swallowed and whispered: "Young Master, I don't know what you are going to do."

"Then don't talk. Learn from your sixth brother. Silence is golden."

Zhang Fei glanced at Zhang Que hidden in the shadow and whispered in his heart: He may not say a word for a year, of course he is quiet.

Of course, this kind of thought can only be said in my heart, and Zhang Bei won’t be able to challenge Zhang Fengyun’s right to speak by himself.

"Come with me."

Zhang Fengyun looked at the direction of the top of the mountain, and a green light flashed under his feet, and his whole body flashed into the woods like feathers. Behind him, Zhang Que also turned into a black light, following his traces.

Zhang Bie smiled bitterly, and the Confucian robe moved slightly, and followed him.

He was completely helpless. He was doing a chore like a microphone that was not human, which really killed him.

Fortunately, after going back this time, I will not be with the young master.

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The scenery above the top of the mountain is very good. Zhang Fengyun chose a mountain that is not too high, but fortunately it is hidden and very unremarkable.

"I will definitely not be able to live with the mountains in my life."

Standing on the top of the mountain, Zhang Fengyun looked at the layers of smoke coming out of the valley and said self-deprecatingly.

When Zhang Fei came up, Zhang Fengyun was talking to himself, but he didn't see Zhang Que.

"I asked him to see what villages and villages are nearby."

Zhang Fengyun took Zhang another hand and pulled him to him and asked, "What do you Confucians think about faith?"

"Faith?" Zhang Bey was stunned, and then replied: "I haven't studied in the Confucian Academy for long, but the Marquis sent a great Confucian scholar to teach us for two years."

Zhang Fengyun was not satisfied with this answer: "I just asked about faith and said you know what you know, don't say anything else."

"Yes." Zhang Bei replied respectfully: "The orthodox Confucian schools do not value faith.

Although there is a sentence in "The Analects of Confucius" that "Zi doesn't speak strange powers and confuses the spirits", the meaning of this sentence is not literally.

Although Confucianism is not like Taoism and Buddhism, there are records of immortals and Buddhas that have been preserved.

However, there are also holy temples in Confucian academies across the mainland that worship the ancestors.

Confucianism and Taoism and Buddhism are very similar in this regard. They are not only curious about the power of gods, but also want to get closer in their own way.

Therefore, whenever you enter the Confucian school, you must worship these sages."

Zhang Fengyun nodded and asked, "Then it shouldn't be a big deal for me to build a temple here?"

"Young Master, do you just want to build a temple?" Zhang Be asked, with a hint of laughter and crying in his voice.

Zhang Fengyun heard the strange tone of Zhang Fai's tone and turned around and asked, "What?"

"Young Master, you don't have to be so secretive."

Zhang Bie said with a smile: "For ordinary powerful people, after reaching a certain level, they often build ancestral temples to assist in their practice. After all, not everyone has excellent family conditions as good as you."

His words were a bit bitter, but there was nothing he could do about it. A strong man in the sage realm could lead out a powerful family, and this world was a world where family struggles.

"Any powerful and powerful person with a little status above the Shenhai Realm's cultivation level will generally give him a temple. Only those random cultivators with high strength but no power will choose the mountain and wild people. People in such places are not very good at cultivation, and even if they have faith, they will not have much use."

Zhang Fengyun heard these words very clearly, but he didn't take a single word to heart. He just said to Zhang Bie lightly: "You don't understand." Then he turned his eyes to the small villages where smoke was emitting from the valley.

Zhang Bei has no complaints about Zhang Fengyun's attitude, he has long been used to it.

After so many years on the mountain, Zhang Bei, following Hua Feiyue's orders, secretly pondered Zhang Fengyun's power.

Of course, Hua Feiyue was just to help Zhang Fengyun.

"My mother has to tell me that when you stay in the villa, you will deal with all the secret letters you left behind." Zhang Fengyun suddenly said coldly: "Remember, there is no Fengyun Villa in this world now. I just got help from hidden masters in the mountains, and then cultivated for a while."

Zhang Bei bowed and said, "Don't worry, young master, I know what to do."

A silence.

After a moment, Zhang Que, who turned into a black shadow, flashed out of the mountains and forests beside him and handed a small strip of cloth to Zhang Fengyun.

Zhang Fengyun expanded and saw a very detailed topographic map, marked with nearly ten nearby villages and two villages.

"How are the strength of these two copycats?"

Zhang Que did not speak, but stepped forward and gestured.

"Just Tongxuan Realm?" Zhang Fengyun was a little surprised.

Zhang Bie smiled bitterly from the side: "Young Master, you don't even look at this place. Those with poor mountains and bad waters, and anyone with some strength must have gone to a better place."

"That's better, it won't be noticed."

Zhang Fengyun looked at the map again, and finally clicked on a place with his finger.

"It's here, Zhang Bee, Zhang Que, you two will transform into clothes and accompany me here for a while."

"Young Master, what are you going to do?"

"I plan to build a mountain temple here."
Chapter completed!