Zhang Yi originally wanted to deal with it casually, but he couldn't say it when he spoke. The huge pressure changed his mind, "I guess!"
"Guess?!"
Beiling frowned. Can he guess so accurately?
She didn't believe in Zhang Yi, but she also absolutely believed that under her pressure, she could only tell the truth with Zhang Yi's cultivation.
"The Holy One said: You forget this!"
Beiling's expression suddenly became serious. When he finished speaking, a golden light enveloped Shen Wangu and his men's heads. Their eyes became confused in an instant, and they didn't even know why they appeared here.
However, this situation only happened to Shen Wangu and Ren Qianchou, and there was no problem with the memory of others.
"Walk!"
Beiling didn't bother to pay attention to them, but just took Fang Tiancheng and Zhang Yi away, and even Taoist Qinglian was left aside.
"Master Qinglian, what happened just now? Why do I feel like everything is so sudden?"
Chen Wangu looked at Beiling who was leaving in a hurry, and his heart was full of questions.
"Don't ask what shouldn't be asked!"
However, Master Qinglian had no time to pay attention to him, so he followed Beiling and followed him.
Even if Beiling practices the Confucian Taoism to the level of the emperor, it is not so easy to get rid of Taoist Master Qinglian in terms of speed.
At this moment, Beiling had already brought the two of them to the back mountain of Wensheng Academy. This was a forbidden place for Confucian disciples, and only if it was brought by contemporary Confucian saints.
And just as they had just landed, Taoist Qinglian's figure followed closely, with no time difference at all.
"Beiling, why do you want to bring my nephew here? Isn't it going to kill someone to silence me?"
Taoist Master Qinglian secretly protected Zhang Yi behind him and fought against each other.
"Master Qinglian, you misunderstood. Master Zhang has absolutely no malice to bring fellow Taoist Zhang here."
At this moment, Fang Tiancheng looked excited. He knew what it meant to come to the back mountain.
"What do you want to do so sneakily?"
Taoist Master Qinglian still looked at Beiling with a vigilant look and asked.
Beiling seemed not to want to say much to her, but just walked forward on his own.
I'm tired and don't want to explain, and it doesn't seem useful to reason with women.
"Master Qinglian, you don't know anything about this. The back mountain is where the Confucian Saint Pen is located. Master brings fellow Taoist Zhang here with him, which must have a deep meaning!"
"I finally got the chance to see the pen of Confucian Sheng!"
Fang Tiancheng was so excited that he knew what this meant since he stepped onto the back mountain of the academy.
"Hmm? Could it be that she got enlightened?"
Taoist Master Qinglian was also slightly stunned. According to her understanding of Beiling, she should have driven her away at this time, but the other party did not say a word, as if he had no intention.
"Where is the place where the Confucian Shengbian is located? So easy for me to see the Confucian Shengbian?"
Zhang Yi felt a little unreal, it was too easy, just because he got in touch with the Confucian Sheng Pen with just one sentence? This is something that Zhang Yi never expected.
The main reason is that Zhang Yi was shattered by the Destiny Picture, and he always felt that this matter would not be that simple.
Under Beiling's leadership, several people quickly came to a cave entrance. Before the cave entrance, there were three vague statues, one statue riding a green cow, and two statues stood on both sides.
Although these three statues have no facial features, it is not difficult to see that these three statues are all the same person.
When Zhang Yi saw this statue, he felt like thunder exploded. This coincided with the figure in his mind. "It's not really him, right? Such a coincidence?"
The green bull, one qi transforms into three purities, is too obvious. If it were that person, Zhang Yi could also understand the things about the first generation of Confucian saints in an instant.
I saw Beiling bowing in front of the statue with a pious expression, and Fang Tiancheng also learned in a decent manner according to her movements.
"This is the only statue left by the first generation of Confucian saints in the world."
Beiling introduced it, but did not ask Zhang Yi and Taoist Qinglian to salute.
But Zhang Yi and Taoist Master Qinglian were extremely conscious. After hearing Beiling's introduction, they also bowed devoutly to the statue.
Such a person is worth a visit.
In fact, Beiling paid attention to Zhang Yi's actions since entering the back mountain. She also found that when Zhang Yi saw the statue of the Confucian Saint, she could not help but feel a hint of doubt in her heart, "Can he really be the first generation Confucian Confucian.
Saint reincarnation?”
"Zhang Yi, I can no longer judge whether you are the reincarnation of the first generation of Confucian saints. Only through the writing of Confucian saints can you judge."
"The Confucian Saint's pen contains the heroic spirits of the first generation of Confucian Saint. If you are really the reincarnation of the first generation of Confucian Saint, it will definitely cause the reaction of the Confucian Saint's pen. But if you are not the reincarnation of the first generation of Confucian Saint, you will have only one fate, and you will die!"
Beiling stood at the entrance of the cave and introduced the passages to Zhang Yi.
Upon hearing this, Zhang Yi couldn't help but frown. Others don't know if he was the reincarnation of the first generation of Confucian saints, but can he still not know?
Moreover, seeing that Beiling is so serious, it doesn’t seem like he is lying.
What to do? Can you get in?
After thinking about it, Zhang Yi finally shook his head. This is not the time to bet. After all, he is not the reincarnation of the first generation of Confucian saints. Don’t hand over his life here at that time.
"I am not the reincarnation of the first generation of Confucian saints, and you may have misunderstood."
Zhang Yi told the truth, and then his eyes fell on Fang Tiancheng, "Maybe he can ask fellow Taoist Fang to try it. Maybe he can cause the reaction of the Confucian Shengbian?"
Zhang Yi also knew the nature of the Destiny Picture. If Fang Tiancheng could not get the Confucian Shengbian, he would not have issued such a task. Therefore, he judged that Fang Tiancheng was most likely to be a person who had something to do with Confucian Shengbian.
"Me? Fellow Daoist Zhang, don't joke with me. I am stupid and my talent is less than one millionth of that of Fellow Daoist Zhang. How could I be the reincarnation of the first generation of Confucian saints?"
Fang Tiancheng shook his head. He didn't think about this at all, just thinking that Zhang Yi was joking with him.
"Zhang Yi, do you know what the reincarnation of the first generation of Confucian sages meant?"
"It means that you will become an immortal! It means that the entire Confucianism will obey your orders! It means that the survival of Confucianism is in your mind."
"If you are truly reincarnated as the first generation of Confucian saints, the Confucian saints' pen can also help you with a stroke in the future, which can cut right and wrong, and life and death. It is all in one thought. This is the supreme magic weapon of Confucianism."
Beiling looked serious. She still didn't know what category of magical instruments the Confucian Shengbing belonged to. After all, she only has the right to use and does not have the right to own it.
Moreover, when she used the Confucian Shengbian, she could clearly feel that she did not inspire all the power of the Confucian Shengbian, but even so, it was terrifying enough.
Zhang Yi smiled bitterly, knowing that at this moment, Beiling probably regarded himself as the reincarnation of the first generation of Confucian saint. "Beiling Confucian saint, I think you have really misunderstood. I am really not the reincarnation of the first generation of Confucian saint."
"Are you afraid of death?"
Beiling suddenly felt a little regretful about his sloppyness before. If he had known, he would not have told the truth to Zhang Yi.