Now that they had made up their minds, no one was hesitant to look forward and backward, so Qi Baijia and Sun Yangming, the two bad friends, took the lead.
The two of them did not hesitate, and directly used the magic weapon that they had spent nearly a hundred years as the base of their formation to jointly perform secret techniques.
Lu Ban's ruler hangs high, with the characters "wealth", "disease", "li", "righteousness", "official", "tribulation", "harm" and "origin" rotating rapidly;
The yin and yang jade jade meets the sky, and the five elements of "gold", "wood", "water", "fire" and "earth" alternate.
The two of them are like one person, chanting at the same time.
"Use good luck to suppress evil, the eight characters (five elements) are in the sky; borrow the heaven and earth, borrow the hearts of the people, seal!!!"
The eight characters on Luban's ruler flash with golden light, and together with the five elements, they form the "three talents" of heaven, earth and man.
It was like a steel nail firmly nailed into the void.
After this great technique was performed, Sun Yangming had obviously left the money, and he fell down and sat down with his eyes closed to rest.
The two old friends have already taken action. How can Xun Yi, a contemporary great scholar who takes his family, country and world as his own responsibility, fall behind others?
Throwing the ancient scroll into the sky in his hand, the two words "The Analects of Confucius" were like the blazing sun.
"It's like a mountain. If it doesn't reach a barrier, I will stop. It's like a flat land. Even if it covers a barrier, I will move forward..."
As Xun Yi recited, the shadows of thousands of Confucian scholars quietly appeared in the sky.
These Confucian scholars are not the incompetent rotten Confucians of later generations:
I saw everyone's face was resolute, with long swords hanging on their waists.
Even simple and elegant gowns look heroic when worn on them!
The Confucian scholars held books in both hands and read aloud.
"The Master said: To raise a country's sons with the Tao, they teach six skills: the first is the Five Rituals, the second is the Six Music, the third is the Five Shooting, the fourth is the Five Controls, the fifth is the Six Books, the sixth is the Nine Numbers..."
Amidst the loud sound of reading, Confucianism soared into the sky with great righteousness, turning into an endless sea of books flowing high in the sky.
After Hongru Xun Yi used the secret technique "Sea of Righteousness", he was as exhausted as his two old friends.
But he did not fall down. Instead, he stood on the same spot as a proud snow-green pine, still reciting the classics softly in his mouth.
"Wherever the Tao is, even if tens of thousands of people go there..."
What a great Confucian of all ages, what a great Confucian of this generation!!!
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Buddhism is compassionate and has the heart to save all sentient beings.
The two great monks Rong Hui and Pu Neng looked at Xun Yi with admiration and sat cross-legged.
Master Pu Neng threw the wooden fish into the air, and Master Rong Hui took off his rosary beads and hung them on the wooden fish.
The two great monks no longer cared about the outside world, closed their eyes and recited the "Fudo Myoyo Mantra".
"Nawu, Sanmanduo, HiRiello, Nan, fierce;"
"Nawu, Sanmanduo, Fazheluo, Nan, Han;"
"Nammo Sanmanduo, Mu Tuonan, Wajira, Lan, Shake."
The compassionate monk obviously used all his strength this time, while chanting and making hand seals:
Bind your hands inside, put your two index fingers together vertically, and press the nail of your ring finger with your two thumbs, which is also called a needle seal.
The two index fingers represent swords, the two thumbs, and the two ring fingers represent ropes.
Under the double blessing of mudra and mantra, the wooden fish in the air immediately turned into the body of Immovable King Ming, and the rosary hanging above turned into the magic sword in King Ming's hand.
This statue is sitting on a stone throne, in the shape of a boy.
There are seven buns on the top, braided hair hanging down on the left shoulder, left eye closed, lower teeth biting the upper lip, showing an angry look, carrying fierce fire on the back, holding a sharp sword in the right hand, and a rope in the left hand, as if to cut off troubles.
The golden light of King Fudo's Dharma is shining, hanging like a picture scroll in the depths of the Confucian Righteous Sea.
The rest of them had tried their best. Zhang Bao and the purple-robed Taoist Wu Yongming looked at each other and were about to use the forbidden Taoist technique, but were stopped by Zhang Jiao.
"Blessings are boundless in the yellow sky."
"To prevent accidents, we can't wait for everyone to do it. It's better for me to do it."
Although the two men were powerful, they did not dare to compete with Zhang Jiao, so they bowed deeply and retreated silently.
Zhang Jiao returned the salute gently, took one step forward and hung high in the sky;
With his hair disheveled in a bun and holding an ancient sword, he is just like the Heavenly General who fought for a way out for the poor in the world!
"The emperor is above, and the disciples are standing on the left and right. Disciple Zhang Jiao has something to report."
After Zhang Jiao finished speaking, a dark wind suddenly blew around him.
In the dark wind, millions of Yellow Turbans who died in the battle all appeared together. First they called the leader three times, and then they all listened attentively.
Zhang Jiao's eyes filled with tears when he saw this: "A great evil has appeared today. If we don't suppress it, I'm afraid the world will be in turmoil."
"As a last resort, Jiao has to disturb the rest of the brothers. His sin is punishable by death!!!"
After hearing this, millions of believers knelt down and worshiped Zhang Jiao.
"The great virtuous teacher sacrificed his life to fight for our lives, how can he say that he is a sin!"
"It is our duty to suppress evil spirits and stabilize the world for future generations. I only hope that the leader of the religion will be healthy and blessed!"
After the millions of believers finished speaking, they kowtowed three times and bowed nine times, and then divided into thirty-six parties, patrolling back and forth throughout the sky.
Under the golden light of Buddhism, coupled with the vast sea of Confucian righteousness, it looks like the legendary heavenly soldiers and generals.