Seeing this elder actually running out, Shen Yunlong's heart suddenly skipped a beat.
Quickly intervene to stop it.
Regardless of whether he would hurt the elder, Shen Yunlong directly pressed his palm to the ground.
Then knocked him unconscious.
But one of them was knocked unconscious, and there were several others.
Except for the elder who reported the news, the other elders and a large number of disciples could not bear it anymore.
One by one, they rushed outside the magic circle.
He kept shouting that he wanted to become a monk.
This left Shen Yunlong at a loss as to what to do.
My heart was filled with anxiety and deep sadness.
"Is Baisha Academy really going to die today?"
Shen Yunlong glared at Huikong outside the magic circle.
But there is nothing you can do.
Seeing the people running towards the outside of the magic circle, Shen Yunlong suddenly collapsed on the ground.
The whole person seemed to have lost his mind.
"That's all."
Shen Yunlong waved his hands repeatedly.
He was already desperate.
In the blink of an eye.
Except for the elder who was knocked unconscious by him and the elder who had been reporting to him, almost all the other elders and disciples had already rushed out of the magic circle.
Everyone gathered around Huikong.
When Shen Yunlong saw this, he could only let out a sad laugh.
"Master, me"
At this time, the elder who reported the news also came to Shen Yunlong.
Shen Yunlong glanced at him.
"What? Are you going to join Buddhism too?"
The elder who reported the news was embarrassed, but he nodded.
Then he bowed deeply to Shen Yunlong.
"Master, I'm sorry."
Afterwards, the elder who reported the news also ran out quickly.
Shen Yunlong sat there blankly.
His eyes were red.
At this moment, his faith was deeply impacted.
"Is it true that Confucianism is inferior to Buddhism?"
at this time.
The sound of footsteps suddenly sounded.
Shen Yunlong was startled and turned to look.
Then he saw an eight or nine-year-old child, dressed in plain white Confucian clothes, standing next to Shen Yunlong.
This child has a fair face, clear eyebrows, and is very good-looking.
But his eyes had a look that was completely different from that of a child.
Shen Yunlong was stunned.
"Are you a disciple of the academy?"
The child nodded.
"That
Why don't you go outside?"
The child turned his head and glanced at Shen Yunlong.
"Why should I go outside?"
This question made Shen Yunlong a little confused.
In Shen Yunlong's opinion, everyone else in Baisha Academy is rushing to switch to Buddhism.
I can't stop it myself.
And how could such an eight or nine-year-old child still be able to withstand the evil methods of the demonic monk?
The child looked calmly at the academy elders and disciples kneeling in front of Huikong outside the academy.
"My Confucian classics are vast, and my Confucian thoughts can be passed down to all generations. How can I be inferior to Buddha?"
The child spoke calmly.
Shen Yunlong suddenly looked at the child in shock.
Because he saw the Confucian majesty in this child.
Far superior to my own Confucian magnanimity!
Rumble!!!
Above the sky, there was a muffled sound of thunder for no apparent reason.
And the thunder seemed to appear because of this child.
I saw children walking slowly.
As soon as he took one step, the child's long black hair instantly turned to snow-white.
The child's face has not changed at all, it is still immature.
But there is a vicissitudes and ancient atmosphere around him.
this moment.
Countless powerful people in the major Confucian holy places all felt the reaction.
They all looked in the direction of Baisha Academy.
"Is this the awakening of my Confucian saint?"
"Why is there such a breath?"
"Who is this? Which Confucian sage is this?"
Shen Yunlong looked at the child with disheveled white hair, a look of horror on his face.
"You, you, you are my Confucian senior?"
The child sighed.
"I didn't want to pay attention to this matter, but you and others are really too unbearable and have lost the face of my Confucian family."
Shen Yunlong's face was full of shame.
"May I ask, senior, which of our Confucian sages is this?"
The child showed a trace of reminiscence.
"Fusheng is my father."
As soon as these words came out, Shen Yunlong was immediately shocked, and his whole body couldn't help but tremble.
Restoration!
To be continued...