"Haha! Humans, this is how insignificant you are! You can't even move in front of my divine body!!"
The voice of ancient evil thoughts rumbled like thunder, and the maniacal laughter reached the extreme.
Even Zhang Junzhe instinctively felt the breath of death, and his eyes couldn't help but reveal a trace of deep panic.
Strong, too strong!
He couldn't even feel the slightest bit of resistance!
The hands holding the ancient thunder talisman began to tremble.
However, just for a moment, Zhang Junzhe's eyes flashed, and he bit the tip of his tongue violently. The severe pain stopped the uncontrollable trembling.
His eyes were sharp and he looked sharply in the direction of Chen Shaojun.
——Although the complete form of the ancient evil thoughts is about to be born, Chen Shaojun has not given up yet. How can they, the elders, be defeated first?
Chen Shaojun clearly felt the movements in the outside world. The ancient evil thoughts had grown exponentially. He felt it more strongly than anyone else. Standing just a few feet away from the ancient evil thoughts, Chen Shaojun endured the strongest pressure. He
I saw the rupture of the outer formation, the deaths of the masters from the Ministry of Industry, and the changes in the ancient altar.
——The ancient evil thought is by no means a reckless person. Obviously, with the surge in power, it hopes to further disintegrate the seal, which can also help its body deep underground to further escape, and at the same time, it can also erupt more energy.
The evil energy, in turn, promotes its further strengthening.
But even though Chen Shaojun saw it, he couldn't do anything.
The only thing he can do at this moment is to think of ways to improve the articles of Zhuzi, so that the power of Zhuzi can be revealed and help save this doomed situation.
Oh, Chen Shaojun's hand flashed with light, and he immediately had a writing brush.
White jade spring and autumn pen!
This is the pen that his father always carries with him, and it also contains great power. When the Chen family's fortune changed, Chen Qiu tried his best to get this Confucian and Taoist holy pen, which contains great power. Chen Shaojun once used this white jade spring and autumn pen.
He gave it back to his father, but in the end, his father still gave it to him.
Looking at the thin rice paper in his hand, Chen Shaojun looked solemn at that moment.
He has written many articles, almost every time he writes in a relaxed and comfortable state, and every time he steals the limelight, but this time it is completely different, life is related, life and death depend on this, how can Chen Shaojun relax?
?
"Young master, hold your breath and concentrate. No matter what other people say about you, no matter how much cultivation you have, Xiaowo, I, and everyone else will always believe in you. Do your best, no matter what the result is, at least we have already
I won’t have any regrets.”
Seemingly sensing the confusion in Chen Shaojun's heart, the ancient elf spoke to persuade him. This was not just comfort, but also a sincere and genuine feeling.
Whether it was the ancient elves, Zhang Junzhe, the defenders, etc., everyone trusted Chen Shaojun unreservedly and placed all their hopes on him.
At this moment, only by concentrating fully and going all out can we earn the trust of everyone and resolve the crisis at hand.
This thought flew through his mind, and Chen Shaojun quickly came to his senses. Hey, the next moment, without the slightest hesitation, Chen Shaojun immediately cut his finger, and a stream of bright red blood immediately spurted out.
How can one write if there is a pen but no ink? But what if there is no ink? Looking around the world, in all the worlds, what can contain more power to restrain all evils than the blood of a strong Confucian and Taoist man, and what is more suitable for Confucian and Taoist writing?
of ink?
The next moment, Chen Shaojun concentrated on it without any hesitation. The white jade Chunqiu Bi was immediately filled with the blood seeping from his index finger, and the tip of the large pen immediately turned red.
However, despite this, the white jade Spring and Autumn Brush stained with blood not only does not have the slightest trace of blood and evil, but absorbs the power of Confucianism and Taoism in it, becoming more holy, masculine, and powerful. Even the power of this white jade Spring and Autumn Brush
, seems to have improved a lot.
"Confucius said Cheng Ren, Mencius said Qi Yi..."
Chen Shaojun murmured to himself, this refers to the two words of benevolence and righteousness in Confucianism, and it is also the most essential power of the entire Confucianism. If it were not for the two words of benevolence and righteousness, it would probably not be able to suppress the terrifying existence of ancient evil thoughts.
For laymen, just looking at the two lines of words above, they have no idea what the ancient scholars wanted to express, nor how to continue it. But for Chen Shaojun, all this is not a problem at all, the real
The question is, with the vast artistic conception left by the scholars in the text, is he qualified to continue writing it with only his small power? And can he write it?
There is a saying that the dog's tail continues the mink. If you don't understand the essence of it, or if you don't have the state of mind to write it forcefully, it will only be counterproductive. It may not only fail to make the disciples become saints, but will suffer backlash.
However, Chen Shaojun didn't have much choice.
Hum, the next moment, Chen Shaojun held up the pen in his right hand and gently dropped it on the thin white rice paper in his hand. Despite all the preparations in advance, the moment he actually put down the pen, things developed exactly as Chen Shaojun had imagined.
completely different.
Hum, where the white jade Chunqiu pen fell, ripples suddenly appeared on the white rice paper. Not only that, just under the original works of Zhuzi, there were shadows and shadows, and even golden shadows appeared.
"It is the essence of Zhuzi!"
Chen Shaojun was overjoyed.
The so-called essence of Zhuzi means that the original scroll of Zhuzi in Chen Shaojun's hand was actually longer than it is now. It's just that some of the characters have been obliterated over thousands of years.
"It must be an evil thought from ancient times."
A flash of lightning flashed in Chen Shaojun's mind. He thought that when he was seriously injured by the disciples, the ancient evil thoughts must have tried every means to erase this sacred object of the disciples from his body. Although he failed in the end, the efforts of the ancient evil thoughts were obviously not in vain.
It has no effect, and part of the text is worn away by its evil influence.
But despite this, the ancient evil thoughts are still too simple, or to be more precise, they are too ignorant of Confucianism and Taoism.
Although it has worn away the words and paper, it has not done any harm at all to the essence of Confucianism and Taoism carried by this thin rice paper left by the scholars, even after thousands of years.
Over the years, the essence of Zhuzi's words has never changed, neither increased nor decreased. This is the essence of Zhuzi.
——All the words and artistic conceptions of the Zhuzi's authentic works are integrated. Unless the ancient evil thoughts completely destroy the entire Zhuzi's relics, otherwise, everything it does will be in vain.
For Chen Shaojun, what excites him the most is that if the complete essence of Zhuzi is still left in the rice paper, it means that he will face much less pressure if he wants to continue writing articles about Zhuzi.
It's not as difficult as imagined, to a certain extent, it's like copying.
"Everything in the universe has a reason. There are many Confucian and Taoist scriptures. The reason why that scholar chose this line of text when he saw the evil thoughts of ancient times must have a reason."
"Confucius said benevolence, and Mencius said righteousness. The so-called way of benevolence and righteousness is never easy to come by. Confucius traveled around the countries to promote Confucianism and Taoism, while Meng Sheng was in the ancient times when hundreds of schools of thought contended. He was also criticized by all Taoists and princes of various countries.
He was even hunted down. Benevolence and righteousness are never so easy to practice, so the artistic conception that Zhuzi wants to express is very clear."
Chen Shaojun murmured to himself and told the next chapter of Zhuzi's true works:
"Killing one's body to achieve benevolence, sacrificing one's life for righteousness, that's all. I'm afraid that as soon as the disciples saw the ancient evil thoughts, they had already seen through its essence, and had already given birth to the thought of killing one's body and sacrificing one's life. This is why he wrote this line of text
The whole story. It’s a pity that the evil thoughts in ancient times were too quick to see the opportunity and escaped in advance, causing all the efforts to fall short. Later, they ended up causing harm to one party and led to heinous killings."
Chen Shaojun sighed deeply, I'm afraid this is everyone's regret.
Hiss, just for a moment, Chen Shaojun took a deep breath, flicked the white jade spring and autumn pen in his hand, and wrote the first word "kill" under the original handwriting of Zhuzi.
And at the moment when Chen Shaojun's blood stained the relics of the disciples, a sudden change occurred——
Boom, the white rice paper suddenly burst out with light, and a huge Confucian and Taoist holy power came out of nothing. It was born out of thin air, with Chen Shaojun as the center, and burst out in all directions. The barrier of the disciples, which was originally only a few feet in diameter, suddenly
The golden light skyrocketed, and the range directly reached twice its original size.
Hey, that huge power directly penetrated the turbulent black ocean of ancient evil thoughts, which was made up of pure evil power. That majestic, supreme and strong power was like a scorching sun shining in the void. Wherever the light went, the raging
The sea of evil energy immediately seemed to be on fire, and countless thick smoke came out.
"What?"
The ancient evil thought first sensed the change in Chen Shaojun. Its eyelids twitched, its expression suddenly changed, and it suddenly turned around to look at Chen Shaojun:
"impossible!"
Ancient Evil Thought's expression was shaken, revealing deep shock. Ancient Evil Thought, who had been so arrogant just now, felt deeply fearful for the first time.
In fact, it has been deliberately weakening the power of the Zhuzi. However, in fact, no one understands the power and terror of the Zhuzi better than it. If Chen Shaojun is really allowed to continue the true work of the Zhuzi and fully manifest the power of the Zhuzi, even if
Even when its body is born and breaks out of the ground, it may not be able to withstand it. Otherwise, the tragedy of the year may even happen again.
"Damn it, why can he continue to write Zhuzi's stuff?"
However, for the ancient evil thoughts, the most difficult thing to understand now is Chen Shaojun's performance. Although it does not know much about Confucianism and Taoism, it has also experienced many Confucianism and Taoism masters, as well as great masters, and at least knows a little bit about it.
How is it possible that a small Confucian scholar can continue to write the chapter of the scholars?
Not only that, from the time it was obtained until now, Chen Shaojun has touched this relic of the scholars for only a short period of time. Apart from other things, why was Chen Shaojun able to figure out the thoughts of the scholars so quickly and start writing directly? All this is completely inconsistent.