Three hundred and forty first chapter next year eleven
After Zhong Kui left the post house, he was put into an old locust tree that looked like a gavel tree by the old Taoist priest. The old Taoist priest suddenly turned around, shrunk thousands of miles away, and came to the courtyard where Chen Ping'an was in one step.
Chen Pingan, who was still in a daze and had not yet recovered, hurriedly bent down, cupped his hands and clasped his fists, "Junior Chen Pingan pays homage to the old immortal master."
Zhong Kui had previously talked about his death and Taoism in an understatement, but when he mentioned the Taoist priests in Taiping Mountain, he did not hide his closeness to them.
The old Taoist priest stretched out his hand and pressed it twice, "No need to be polite."
Chen Pingan straightened up and asked, "I wonder if the old immortal master has come back again, but is there something wrong?"
The old Taoist priest glanced at Chen Pingan, nodded and said: "If you can tie him down, you are a true hero. No wonder Huang Ting and Zhong Kui both admire you."
Chen Ping'an didn't understand, but he didn't ask any more questions.
The old Taoist priest was in a good mood and asked with a smile: "You call yourself a swordsman, where is your sword?"
The old Taoist priest from Taiping Mountain turned a blind eye to Feijian Chuyi and Fifteenth who had previously appeared from the Sword-raising Gourd.
Chen Ping'an said frankly: "I used to practice boxing, and just now I practice swordsmanship, so now when I practice swordsmanship, I just hold the sword in an empty position, and more of it is done in my mind."
The old Taoist priest said to himself: "If I had known this, I shouldn't have been busy competing with others on deductions. If I lost, I should have missed watching your situation in the Lotus Flower Blessed Land."
The old Taoist is tall, wearing a hibiscus crown that symbolizes one of the three Taoist branches. His Taoist robes are white, and he has white hair and beard. He is very immortal.
Chen Ping'an didn't know how to answer, so he didn't speak.
Facing such wise old gods, there is no need to try to be clever. Any whitewashing is just like an old woman putting on rouge or a child wearing official uniform, just making people laugh.
The old Taoist priest suddenly asked: "I can lend you a sword, whether it is a period of time or a hundred years, we can negotiate. You can exchange it for a magic weapon, or you can pay Guyu money."
Chen Pingan hesitated for a moment, then shook his head and said, "Thank you, old immortal master, for your kindness, but I actually already have a sword."
Chen Ping'an was a little embarrassed, "Besides, I don't have any Grain Rain money on me."
The old Taoist priest didn't force it. The reason why he wanted to lend the sword to the young man on the spur of the moment was because he admired the thousands of years of agreement between him and Zhong Kui.
There is also a deeper layer of selfish goodwill inside, but after the words are spoken, I already feel a little regretful.
It’s better not to overthrow the seedlings and encourage them to grow.
The Fuqi sect's rebellion made the old Taoist a little worried.
As for why he returned to the courtyard, he saw something strange happening in Chen Pingan's heart. It seemed that the death of Zhong Kui had a great impact on this person's mentality.
But when he looked at it carefully, he felt relieved again.
For those who practice, the taboo mind is like a small boat, drifting with the tide. As for those whose mental state is as chaotic as catkins, in the eyes of the old Taoist priests, they are not worthy of talking about taboos. They should not practice Taoism at all. After cultivating the Tao, they are lucky enough to reach a higher level, and everything is just for the sake of it.
Just like a dog fighting for a living, fighting for opportunities to gain magical treasures and spiritual energy, walking down the mountain and walking around the world, apart from showing off your power and dominating others, what else can you do good?
It's just that the old Taoist people can't stand the many Qi practitioners who don't cultivate their minds, so they can only guard this three-acre land in Taiping Mountain to keep the style of their family on the top of the mountain.
Chen Ping'an asked shamelessly: "I wonder if the old immortal master has a mountain-protecting formation?"
The old Taoist priest nodded and said: "I have two mountain-protecting formations in Taiping Mountain. The center of one formation is a bright moon mirror, which can illuminate the evil spirits in the world and make them unable to hide. The distance depends on the cultivation level of the person holding the formation.
High or low, once caught in the mirror, it can cause it to fall temporarily. After that, it is the turn of the Four Sword Formation. Four ancient swords are imitations of the four great immortal swords in ancient times. They are the rank of semi-immortal soldiers. After forming the sword formation,
, is like an immortal weapon, thousands of miles away, arriving in a blink of an eye. If the old beast hadn't refined one of them, he would have been killed by the poor man long ago, and he would have been able to run thousands of miles away.
It's okay. Now it has escaped death, but the immortal realm is divided into two parts. The old beast has just reached the twelfth realm, and the realm is unstable. In addition, it has to be suppressed by the rules of this world. Now that the life object is destroyed, the real body is destroyed again.
It is no longer worth mentioning that it has dug several holes and injured the soul."
When the old Taoist priest mentioned the old ape with the sword on his back, he was filled with murderous intent. The majestic aura was like substance. The white mist was like thin streams of water lingering around. The old Taoist priest calmed down and the vision disappeared. This was actually
One of the sequelae of the fall, "The trouble is that the old beast suddenly burrowed into the ground, followed a broken ancient dragon vein, and disappeared. It was probably a premeditated retreat."
The old Taoist priest pointed to the top of his head, "The poor Taoist had a fight with the old beast earlier, and then he defeated a Yin Ming boss. A certain Confucian saint who was in charge of the canopy above Tongye Continent certainly saw it and landed on us.
In Taiping Mountain, when they learned that Zhong Kui was dead, they were furious and went to hunt down the white ape in person. However, they unexpectedly hid it for the old beast. Now let's see if Huang Ting, who has some causal connection with it, can find some clues.
As long as it is discovered, even if Huang Ting dies in battle, one of the seventy-two saints who accompany him in the Confucian Temple will be able to kill him with one strike if he is well prepared this time."
Chen Pingan was about to speak but stopped.
The old Taoist priest smiled and said: "This is the worst case scenario. That girl Huang Ting has always been lucky. She has sharpened her temperament in the Ouhua Blessed Land. She has two ancient swords to protect her. Chasing the white ape may be an opportunity to break the situation.
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Chen Ping'an hummed.
The old Taoist priest smiled and joked, "After I was forcibly dragged out of the Ouhua Blessed Land by the poor Taoist, I thought I would complain to her for a long time. Unexpectedly, this girl didn't even say a word. She mentioned you many times along the way and said that she must go there in the future.
Dali Longquan is looking for you."
The old Taoist priest gently waved his sleeves and said, "It's strange, I'm not a talkative person. What I say tonight is worth the saliva I have spoken for decades. Let's get back to the subject, my mountain-protecting formation in Taiping Mountain has a long history and is both offensive and defensive.
Even the sects and authentic mountain sects of many Middle-earth Divine Continents are nothing more than this. Pindao can't teach you the refining and operation methods privately. This involves the luck of the mountains and rivers in Taiping Mountain, but Pindao himself has a mountain guarding formation.
, obtained from the secret cave of an ancient immortal, it is extremely lethal, but it can be sold to you, but it is too expensive to build, and it takes a lot of luck to maintain the operation of the large array. Pindao originally planned that one day, if Huang Ting
If you want to establish your own family, open a sect elsewhere in Tongye Continent, or simply marry as a woman and become a Taoist couple, and then give her a dowry, you will inevitably have to take out most of the coffin."
Chen Pingan swallowed. It had nothing to do with Huang Ting, dowry, coffin books, etc., but was frightened by those four words, "Too expensive"!
The old Taoist priest noticed Chen Ping'an's hesitant expression, laughed loudly, and joked: "It's a good plan, a poor Taoist likes it!"
Before Chen Pingan could figure out the connection, the old Taoist priest stopped mentioning the mountain guarding formation and reminded him softly: "Chen Pingan, although I don't know what treasures you have on you, it can conceal the secrets and prevent others from deducing them."
Divination of your direction and fortune, but you must cherish this kind of thing, it is truly a rare thing, there is only one in the whole Taiping Mountain, and it was left by our founders."
Chen Ping'an thought of the humble oil-paper umbrella and nodded heavily.
Look at Chen Pingan.
The old Taoist priest was very pleased.
Huang Ting, the female crown, and Zhong Kui, the gentleman, are among the few old Taoist priests who have gained the Dharma's eyes.
Now add this Chen Pingan.
The old Taoist priest felt that it would be better to live in Tongyezhou, a corner in the southeast, or in the vaster world, there would be as many young people like this as possible.
The world is in chaos again.
There are still pillars.
In order to prevent the ghost of Zhong Kui, the old Taoist priest was taken to the Underworld Road by the boss of the underworld. He fell into a bad situation. He knew that he would never have a chance to make up for the biggest regret in his heart.
This Patriarch of Taiping Mountain, after successfully ascending to the Immortal Realm, was given the title of Guanmiao Tianjun by his Taoist lineage, which gave him a transcendent status.
The biggest regret in the life of the old Taoist priest is that in history, no matter whether it is the Confucian orthodox Haoran world or the Taoist Qingming world, as long as a Taoist rises from a true king to a heavenly king, no matter which of the three branches he belongs to, he can
The Patriarch was invited to come in person and hand over the Taoist robe, the Taoist crown and a token. However, Guanmiao Tianjun, as the newest Heavenly Lord in the Taoist lineage, was not able to see the great Master in person.
Leaving Bai Yujing and arriving in this vast world, Lord Tian didn’t dare to speculate on his own, but he had made a lot of guesses up and down Taiping Mountain. For this reason, the Taiping Mountain Sect Leader even made a special trip to the northernmost part of Tongye Continent.
He tentatively asked if any of the Confucian saints who had enshrined the statues in the Confucian Temple were causing obstruction, which prevented their leader from appearing.
The Master of the Academy Mountain was also a cheerful person. He was too lazy to go around in circles with the Taipingshan Sect Master and asked with a smile, the other two Masters may have such "treatment", but based on the relationship between your Taoist Master and our Confucianism,
He wants to come to Haoran Tianxia, who will stop him?
After receiving this answer, Lao Tianjun became more and more depressed.
After thinking about it, I can only think that my realm is high enough, but my Dao is still small, so the Patriarch deliberately beat himself up.
Before the battle at Taiping Mountain, Lord Tianjun still thought that if he reached the Ascension Realm in the future, he would eventually be able to meet the Master.
Now it has completely become a luxury.
No regrets at all, regrets are inevitable.
Just as the old Taoist priest was about to leave, Chen Ping'an said, "Thank you, Old Master!"
The old Taoist priest smiled and asked: "Why are you thanking me? Is it because of Zhong Kui's fall?"
The old Heavenly Lord shook his head and said, "No need, Taipingshan owes him this."
Chen Ping'an said in a deep voice: "I would like to thank Old Master and Taiping Mountain for letting me know that the gods on the mountain also have a chivalrous heart that is kind to the world."
The old Taoist priest suddenly felt very good, "Well, I never thought that you are similar to Zhong Kui. You are very good at flattering others."
Chen Pingan said helplessly: "That's what I mean."
The old Taoist priest looked at the young man with a smile and said, "True flattery is what makes people feel comfortable."
The old Taoist priest Yu Feng left.
A little head was lying on the window, staring blankly at the yard.
Strangely enough, no one in the post house noticed the appearance of Zhong Kui and Lao Tianjun. Only Pei Qian, perhaps by accident, looked at Chen Ping'an in the yard in the middle of the night.
Chen Pingan looked back at Pei Qian and said, "Go to sleep."
Not bad, as soon as Chen Pingan spoke, Pei Qian went to move a stool, climbed up to the window sill with his legs and feet, jumped down, and landed firmly.
Chen Pingan asked: "If you don't want to sleep, what are you doing here?"
Pei Qian said flatteringly: "I can't sleep, so I'll talk to you for a while."
Chen Pingan waved his hand and said that he wanted to practice boxing and if you want to stay, you can stay.
After looking at the stick of incense, Pei Qian felt sleepy. He spoke to Chen Ping'an, took a deep breath, sprinted towards the window sill of the room, jumped up high, probably trying to press his hands on the window sill first, and then
I stretched my legs wildly, thinking that I would be majestic when I jumped up.
As a result, my chin suddenly hit the window sill.
Falling backwards.
Chen Pingan turned his head and couldn't bear to look directly.
Pei Qian sat on the ground, covered his mouth with his hand, turned his head, his eyes were dim with tears, and he was about to cry.
Chen Pingan walked over, knelt down, gently took her hand away, looked at it, and asked with a smile: "Are you still acting heroic?"
Tears fell down the little girl's dark face.
Chen Ping'an had no choice but to put away his smile and help her stand up, "There is a little girl who is similar to you. She is also so frizzy, but she can endure the pain more than you. If it were her, she would definitely be facing the pain now.
I laughed, and maybe even reassured me not to worry."
Chen Pingan added, "But everyone has his own temperament, so you don't have to imitate her."
The two of them were sitting at the stone table.
Pei Qian only dared to open his mouth slightly and asked vaguely: "What's her name?"
Chen Pingan said: "Her name is Li Baoping, she likes to wear red cotton-padded jackets, and she also likes to call me little uncle."
Pei Qian asked in a low voice: "Do you like her very much?"
Chen Pingan nodded.
Is there any junior uncle in the world who doesn’t like Li Baoping?!
She is right.
Pei Qian remained silent.
Chen Ping'an asked: "You just watched me practice boxing while walking, how was it?"
Pei Qian looked confused. This time he was not pretending. He didn't know why he asked this.
Chen Ping'an also became confused, "You never thought about studying secretly?"
Pei Qian asked: "Why should I imitate you and walk around?"
She stood up with high spirits, bared her teeth and claws, pretended to draw her sword out of its sheath, put her fingers together and poked wildly, jumped a few times, and also performed a set of Wang Ba punches, showing off her skills, and said: "Of course I want to learn
Learn the most powerful moves!"
Chen Ping'an didn't feel anything ridiculous, but looked solemn instead.
On Ouhua Fudi Street, Lu Fang wields his sword.
Chen Ping'an's school dragon.
And the drum beating style of the god to defeat Zhong Qiu.
Mixed in are some scattered moves of the devil Ding Ying.
Not to mention similar in appearance.
but.
Someone once said that if you practice boxing without practicing it sincerely, you will make ghosts and gods laugh. But what if you practice boxing and throw away all the boxing frames in one step and practice your true meaning?
In Chen Pingan's impression, there is only one person who can do it.
Sure enough.
Chen Pingan asked a question: "What did you see when you stared at Taoist Shao during the day?"
Pei Qian did not dare to answer.
Chen Pingan said: "As long as you don't lie, it doesn't matter what you say."
Pei Qian then looked around and said softly: "I think that guy named Shao has bad intentions and is not a good person."
Chen Pingan asked the second question, "Can you see the old Taoist priest tonight?"
Pei Qian nodded vigorously.
Chen Pingan was a little helpless.
That was the Taipingshan Patriarch who used the great magical power of Abbot Heaven and Earth.
Chen Pingan asked again, "If you become successful in martial arts in the future and you feel someone has bullied you, what will you do? Tell the truth!"
Pei Qian hesitated, "You can only hit him half to death with one punch?"
Seeing that Chen Pingan seemed to be angry, he simply broke the jar, crossed his arms across his chest, and shouted angrily: "Punch him to death and knock him down!"
Chen Pingan asked with a smile: "What if you are actually wrong?"
Pei Qian said confidently: "I stay with you every day, how can I make mistakes!"
Chen Ping'an couldn't laugh or cry in his heart, and asked with a straight face: "But one day you will travel by yourself and travel around the world."
Pei Qian said resolutely: "I won't! Why should I go out alone? There are so many bad guys outside, what should I do if I can't beat them? Also, if I don't bring enough money when I arrive and I starve every day, I will steal it.
Rob, if you know it, you will beat me and scold me again, what can I do? Right, so I still won’t go out."
Chen Pingan asked: "What if one day you become very good at martial arts and are even better than me?"
Pei Qian frowned, thought about it carefully, shook his head and said, "I'm lazy. I like to sleep the most and I'm afraid of pain. It's not like you don't know that when I walked, there were blisters on the soles of my feet. When I pricked them, I
My throat was hoarse from crying. When you were fighting with someone in the inn, you could see the bones in both arms. You couldn't cry, but I couldn't. I looked down at my arms and might have fainted.
It’s over. Well, it would be great if there was a peerless martial arts in the world that could be practiced overnight without having to endure hardship.”
Chen Pingan held back his laughter, "You also know that you are lazy, unmotivated, and timid?"
Pei Qian drooped his head, dejected.
Chen Pingan asked: "Why don't you speak?"
Pei Qian said aggrievedly: "My jaw hurts."
Chen Pingan smiled, turned his back, leaned against the stone table, and looked at the night sky.
Pei Qian imitated him, but she was small and could only press the back of her head against the stone table.
Chen Pingan said softly: "After the New Year, you will be eleven years old, so you should read more books and learn more principles."
There is still a long way to go.
It’s really more tiring than practicing boxing for millions of times.
But it's pretty good.
It was rare for Chen Ping'an to have more heartfelt conversations with Pei Qian, "When I was in my hometown, I was a little older and had never read a book. Mr. Qi told me that truth is in books and life is outside books."
Chen Ping'an finally murmured: "I hope everyone in the world can meet a Mr. Qi when they are young."
Pei Qian is still the little girl who only likes to choose what she likes to listen to.
For example, Chen Pingan said that she will be eleven years old next year.
In this world, only Chen Ping'an can remember this. She is ten years old this year and eleven next year.
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The old Taoist priest from Taiping Mountain suddenly stopped and took out the locust tree. The ghost of Zhong Kui appeared and fell.
Above the sea of clouds, Zhong Kui saw the most familiar person standing not far away, the master of Dafu Academy, his husband.
The Master of Academy Mountain just looked at Zhong Kui.
Zhong Kui asked in a low voice: "Sir?"
The mountain owner seemed to have been unable to believe this bad news before, and even now he could not believe what he saw before him, "It shouldn't be like this, it shouldn't be like this."
In a sudden thought, he should not have gone to Biyou Mansion, and should not have allowed this disciple who was "the most popular in my life" to go to Taiping Mountain. He should have stayed in the inn of that border town and stared at it.
Looking at the invisible nine-tailed fox.
Although the nine-tailed fox is a great demon in the twelfth realm, her status is too special and her seniority is too high, so her real name has already been leaked. As long as Zhong Kui knows the true names of all the ancient great demons in the world, as long as he is in the vast world,
It is equivalent to having the power to protect yourself.
No one thought that the sword-carrying white ape in Taiping Mountain was the culprit of the escape of the demon from the prison.
Zhong Kui really couldn't stand the current atmosphere and said loudly: "Sir, it's just your duty. Scholars are either educating the people with knowledge and helping the country, or they are exorcising demons and defending the Tao with their righteousness..."
The mountain owner was furious, "Need you to tell me these great principles?!"
Zhong Kui was as silent as a cicada.
Lord Tianjun sighed, "If the Academy comes to accuse me, we at Taipingshan will never shirk it."
When the mountain master faced the old Taoist priest, he no longer treated Zhong Kui with the same attitude. He said respectfully: "My brother may be angry, but he will not raise an army to investigate the crime. Furthermore, what crime is there in Taiping Mountain? Why did Tianjun ever blame Zhong Kui?
Kui can't protect Taiping Mountain? Why can't he protect that Earth Immortal?"
Zhong Kui added softly: "Sir, the old Taoist priest's name is Liang Su."
The mountain owner is going to get angry again.
Zhong Kui shut up immediately.
The old Taoist priest said with emotion: "After this disaster, Tongye Continent may be slightly better in the future, but Posu Continent and Fuyao Continent may be in chaos. Previously, heavy treasures were born in the three continents. It is indeed the plan of the demon clan."
Then the old man whispered: "Your academy must protect that young man from Fuji Zong. He can break this matter..."
Didn't continue talking.
The mountain master nodded and said: "Of course it is. I have already discussed it with Fuqi Zong. The young man will enter Dafu Academy under a pseudonym. As for whether he will become a Confucian disciple in the future, it all depends on the young man's own wishes."
The old Taoist priest smiled and said: "Ji Hai's retreating disciples are running to become sages and gentlemen, why shouldn't Fuji Sect fight to the death with you?"
The mountain master mentioned the Fuji Sect and the great monk Ji Hai with some regrets, "Ji Hai said frankly that whether he accepts the young man as his direct disciple or gives him the weapon, it is all right. But when he saw the young man, Ji Hai felt uneasy.
Being calm will hinder your cultivation. You will never be able to reach the Immortal Realm in your lifetime. How will you go to the Great Sword Qi Wall and kill other great demons of the Twelve Realms in the future?"
The old Taoist priest looked regretful, "Tongyezhou is the only immortal Taoist couple who has reached the fifth realm. It is a rare match made in heaven. It is really a pity. It will be very difficult for Ji Hai to break through the realm. The more you insist on begging, the harder it will be for the inner demons.
eliminate."
The mountain owner smiled bitterly and said: "Some things can be persuaded by others, but some things cannot be persuaded."
The old Taoist priest sighed.
The difficulty of cultivating the Tao is as difficult as ascending to heaven.
But a long time ago, it was said that it was not difficult to ascend to heaven, but difficult to cultivate the Tao.
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The Divine Continent of Middle-earth is the top of the most majestic mountain.
There is a golden-armored god with a sword in both hands and a mask on his face. The face of this god cannot be seen clearly. He is standing next to a stone tablet on the top of a mountain, while an old Confucian scholar is sitting cross-legged on the top of the stone tablet, which is extremely rude.
The old man pinched his fingers in his sleeves and patted his thigh, "What a great kindness!"
The golden-armored god twitched his lips.
The old man was very proud and asked: "How about I, a retreating disciple?"
The golden-armored god who had been pestering the old guy for a full month said impatiently: "Okay, okay, okay?"
The poor old man pointed at the man of God who was almost as high as the huge stone monument, and laughed and said: "I like your unyielding behavior the most."
Then the old man started to talk about how brave he was in the past, "I think back when I had a fight with someone, and after they lost, they all looked like you, and I felt comfortable."
The golden-armored god is one of the great righteous gods of the Five Sacred Mountains in the entire Middle-earth Divine Continent. He sneered: "Who suggested that you, a poor scholar, be admitted to the Confucian Temple? Just tell me and I will ask him if he is blind.
Dog eyes.”
This is a great unsolved case recognized by Confucianism.
The old scholar smiled mischievously, "What do you think?"
No matter how good-tempered Mr. Suishan is, he will still be irritated if someone keeps nagging him in his ears for a whole month. What's more, this bad old man has always been a person who doesn't let go of rabbits before he sees rabbits. How can he do anything good?
Immediately he became rude and said, "I guess you are the uncle!"
The old scholar raised his thumb and pointed at himself, "It's not my uncle, but the founder of our Confucianism. I wish he was my uncle. Alas, it's a pity..."
The great god Suishan, who was famous for his unruly nature, had a sullen face, straightened his back, loosened the hilt of his sword with both hands, and bowed to Fangtiandi with clasped fists, which was regarded as an apology to the sage master.
The old scholar thought to himself and said: "You know me, I am a very thin-skinned person. I always like to tell myself that I will not be rewarded for my merits, but I am a highly educated person, I can write good articles, and I can explain the truth wonderfully, so our gentleman
The Most Holy Master found me, and he spoke earnestly and kindly to persuade me. I was deeply moved. The Most Holy Master said many things about me that I thought were ordinary, but one of them really touched my heart.
Go, since ancient times, sages must be true heroes, and heroes may not be sages! When I heard this, I felt that the sages understood me, so I made a small request to this patriarch..."
Master Suishan said in a deep voice: "I don't want to hear it, shut up!"
The old scholar lamented: "Why can't you tell the difference between good and bad?"
Master Suishan sneered and said: "If I can carry good and bad things, can I let you go up the mountain?"
The old scholar rubbed his chin and felt that he was not taking any responsibility in this matter, so he immediately changed his words and said: "That old cow-nosed guy in Donghai has a really unpleasant temperament, but he is still a decent person. He spends a lot of money and does not lose his status. Son. I know that I gave the child a good thing. Although it will not help his cultivation, things and things in the world are worse than coincidences. They can just help hide the secrets of the heavens. It is worse than the broken bamboo hat that A Liang used to wear. This is the reason for this handiwork. , I will not argue with him about the dirty things he did in Ouhua Paradise."
Master Suishan said sarcastically: "Even if you want to fight with him now, can you do it?"
The old scholar said earnestly: "We scholars still have to distinguish ourselves from others in terms of principles. Fighting, killing, and breaking the sky are not considered real skills."
For the first time, Master Suishan did not refute.
The old scholar held his sleeves with his hands, and the strong wind on the top of Suishan Mountain was stirring. Even the golden armor of Suishan Master had ripples of talismans, but the old scholar's sleeves and hair did not flutter at all.
The old scholar said softly: "It is difficult for a saint to die, but it is difficult for a gentleman to live."
"Among the hundreds of schools of thought, we are the only Confucians who do not pay special attention to guardians. The academies are the greatest guardians of scholars in the world. There are three great universities and seventy-two academies in the world, and there are all such gentlemen who died before becoming saints.
.I think these gentlemen who are not smart enough are the backbone of our world and can..."
When the old scholar said this, he suddenly ran out of words. He turned around and shouted, "Silly man, please think of an explanation."
The Great God Suishan said calmly: "Stand upright to the sky and the earth."
The old scholar patted his thigh again and said, "Great kindness!"
The Great God of Suishan said coldly: "You have never been a Confucian gentleman."
The old scholar was silent.
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In the Confucian Temple, a saint walked out of his clay statue. The altar was extremely high, and the statue was extremely close to the Holy Master in the center. He was also leading a young man who had followed him from another world to the Haoran World.
After leading the young man across the threshold, the saint turned his head and looked at the vacant spot for the statue, and smiled at the young man: "If you have a chance in the future, you can compete with someone."