Chapter 426 Across time and space, talk to the Master!
Chapter 426 Across time and space, talk to the Master!
"National Master, this is the Six Classics Pavilion!"
Kong Bai chuckled lightly and explained to Huang, "There are only "Six Classics" in it, all in Master's handwriting!"
"Thank you!"
Huang nodded and walked into the Liujing Pavilion.
Standing outside the door, Kong Bai felt a little hot in his eyes when he felt the awe-inspiring righteousness on Huang's body.
Those thirty characters are all condensed with awe-inspiring righteousness. For Confucianism, they can be said to be a first-class sacred object.
Kong Bai was about to speak but stopped.
Finally, he turned around and left helplessly.
He really couldn't open his mouth.
That is a treasure, how can you give it away so easily?
To disappear is to see, to find is the way to salvation!
After closing the "Poetry", Huang continued to look through the other Seven Classics.
"Maybe his intentions were bad!"
There are not many fellow travelers.
"Eight hundred poems!"
Huang looked directly at Confucius and said in a solemn tone: "Under that land, there is a piece of ancient history that has not been buried yet. The current world knows nothing about the history after the Zhou royal family!"
At this time, Confucius pointed out, the whole person became more illusory, and a pure aura of awe-inspiring righteousness fell under Xiao Qin Longque.
"Only a few words remain in the depths of the tomb!"
Xunzi once said: Zhongni's appearance is like a veiled face.
"Master, the world is destined to be shrouded in white darkness. Under the small land of the Central Plains, everything is covered with blood and bones!"
As soon as the words are spoken, the shadow of Confucius disappears.
"Although it cannot add to the birth of faith and cannot erase the traces of the existence of immortals and Buddhas, it also makes the Central Plains completely blank about our understanding!"
Zhuangzi once said: When you cultivate downwards, you tend toward upwards; when you are bent forward, your ears look like a camp against the seven seas.
However, Huang knew clearly that during the pre-Qin period, there were more than 3,000 folk poems.
Records of the Historian record: There is no one at the east gate. His forehead is like that of Yao, his neck is like that of Gao Tao, and his shoulder is like that of Zi Chan. However, the top of his neck is eight inches taller than that of Yu, and he is as heavy as a bereaved dog.
"Young man, he is very wrong!"
Siwuxie!
"Young man, does he think I did something wrong?"
After that, I had very little confidence.
"My little friend is wondering why I cut down more than 3,000 poems to 300?" An old voice suddenly sounded in the Liu Jing Pavilion.
Huang looked at his master with a smile on his face and said nothing for a long time.
.......
However, those front hands are unified.
"Although his Confucian talents are common, he has followed the path of a martial artist after all. Everything I have learned can be of use to him!"
The Confucian master is not kind at all, but looks like a butcher, a leader involved in white affairs.
Confucius looked at Huang and said word by word: "If you want to change, how can you experience blood and bones? The darkness of the world is destined to be trampled under blood and bones."
Confucius looked solemn and stared at Huang, his eyes flashing fiercely.
“I just haven’t found it yet!”
...
At that moment, Huang bowed solemnly to Confucius: "Master, please clarify my doubts!"
Huang looked at the sage master of Confucianism, and it turned out that he was indeed the same as the rumors, a fierce man with seventeen halls and eight thousand thugs!
So weak that the world is filled with sorrow, destined to replace the sky with blood.
However, the more we understand, the more vague Huang becomes. It is difficult to live forever.
Three hundred poems, all in one sentence!
However, it is too difficult to ask for a little freedom!
That made the lightness and urgency in Huang's heart deepen again. I just wanted to ask for immortality and a carefree life.
"The right way in heaven is Haoran!"
The Master smiled again and became kinder.
In this way, it will make the situation in the world simpler and more confusing.
"But when it comes to the end, there will be a way to determine whether it is good or bad for the world!"
The master is four feet taller than eight inches tall.
"Lieh Zi" records: Confucius' strength can open the gates of the country. "Lu Shi Chun Qiu" does not say: Confucius' strength can open the gates of the country, but he is willing to listen with force.
Hearing this, Huang shook his head: "Master, any decision is a double-edged sword!"
Holding the handle of the knife, Huang could feel the changes in Xiao Qin Longque. The seed of Haoran appeared in its body.
"The human world is getting worse little by little!"
"The years back then seemed wonderful, but in reality they were even more miserable and desperate."
At that moment, Confucius was stunned.
However, whether there is a unified deployment or unified command, it is all up to you to think of it and do it.
He knew clearly in his heart that the so-called Six Classics refer to "Poetry", "Book", "Li", "Yi", "Yue" and "Spring and Autumn".
Weak as a master, as weak as a Taoist leader!
However, after Confucius' reorganization, it has been cut out of shape, leaving only one out of ten.
He is not Huang's best friend, nor is he a relative or sibling of Huang's, so he has no right to ask for it.
"In that heaven, the ancient inheritance was born, the world of monks frequently retreated into the human world, and the feudal princes in the human world were quarreling. A small change that has never happened before is just around the corner!"
If there was no explanation for this, I wouldn't even believe it.
The Eight Classics were passed down in the Central Plains, and even the Qin State did not have a copy of them.
After closing the door, Huang walked out of the Bajing Pavilion.
That is Huang’s creation!
Because the martial arts I have cultivated are extremely weak in attack.
.......
Did I mention the Master's appearance to the Confucians? Today's Confucians are too strong to keep any secrets.
"Haha, it seems the effect is pretty good!"
By doing that, there is no way to condense the power of the Central Plains and give us the energy to fight back.
The more I understand, the more terrifying I find that the clouds and fog shrouding the sky below the Central Plains are even more terrifying.
"There is no time, salvation is also a dilemma!"
At this moment, a mighty righteous energy burst out from the Six Classics, and the shadow of an old man condensed at the front, which looked very similar to the rumored Confucius.
From Master's words, Luanru felt that these people were very weak.
But did Master give me that chance?
Unless these lowly immortals and Buddhas, sitting under the clouds and overlooking the human world, are killed one by one.
Find an old forest deep in the mountains, get up and practice, and extend your life.
Huang opened "Poetry" and read it with a dull expression.
Looking at the shadow, Huang bowed to Confucius: "I have learned a lot but have not yet retired, I have seen the Master!"
Having said that, Confucius immediately smiled bitterly: "I am also looking for the path of Confucianism. What you said today will bring me a lot of benefits!"
However, the more I understand, I find that the water in this world is too deep and I may not be able to grasp it.
"You are also looking for a way to save the world!"
"When I was traveling around the sky, I suddenly had a thought, which is to delete the Book of Songs and use time as a sword..."
The shadow of the Confucius disappeared, and the Pavilion of Eight Classics was no longer a special place. The original handwriting of the Confucius could give some comfort to the Confucian scholars.
That made Huang Mei go crazy. I also wanted to ask what happened back then and what Confucius knew.
"Every part of the Book of Human Songs is praising the gods and the world..."
Walking into Liujing Pavilion, Huang had a solemn look on his face.
Everyone left something behind.
It doesn’t mean that we all want to do something for that human world.
My nephew was sick and drove to the provincial capital!