Chapter 45: History is like a knife? Cut time! Cut potential! Cut luck! (1)
"A young man who bullies an older man is considered superior, and an old dog who claims to be king is considered crazy. Master Dao, aren't you insulting me? How dare he, a rough-haired beast, deserve to be called an old dog?"
"Puff puff puff~"
Along with Wang Xingren's gag, Feng Yasong looked up to the sky and gushed out his blood for several feet, raining blood all over the sky. Feng Yasong's crumbling body shriveled up in an instant, and a mouthful of awe-inspiring righteousness that he had cultivated for thousands of years escaped from his body and circled around. Scattered, it was absorbed by the gentleman's wind flying in the air. In an instant, the quaint folding fan was shining brightly, and the majestic energy soared into the sky and illuminated the clouds.
Confucianism does not cultivate the Dharma, does not cultivate the soul, but only nourishes the majestic and righteous energy of heaven and earth. Once this energy is lost, Feng Yasong's shriveled body immediately weathers into the sky, disappears into ashes, and disappears between heaven and earth.
"Ha, to the king, to death. Feng Yasong, you deserved to die."
The gentleman's wind that imbued Fengya with awe-inspiring righteousness actually made a rumbling Taoist sound, rich in vicissitudes and deafening, "In ancient times, Zhuge Liang cursed Wang Situ to death with three words, but now there is Miao Dao Master's three-part poem to death Fengya! Thank you for lifting me from the shackles." , Gentleman promises again, since Fengya Song is based on me, from now on, you will be my ninety-ninth generation master."
After the Dao sound passed, the gentleman's wind circled and flew straight to Fahai with boundless awe-inspiring righteousness.
"I am a sacred weapon of the Confucian sect. The Master of Miao Taoism is amazingly talented and beautiful, but I am not a sage of the Confucian sect. Although I am with you, it is difficult for me to be a human being. We are destined to be inseparable. However, a gentleman repays kindness with kindness. I I can protect you for a hundred years, and after a hundred years, my gentlemanly style will return to the origin of Confucianism in China."
Aoran's Taoist voice rumbled, but Fahai seemed to have not heard it. He stretched out his hand to copy the gentleman's wind in his hand. At the same time, with a move of his other hand, the dragon-slaying holy scroll also flew into Fahai's hand with a mysterious light.
"The first of the three sacred artifacts of Jixia Academy - the wind of a gentleman, a gentleman is like the wind. The wind moves through the grass, and thousands of people crouch down on them. He can crouch down people without killing anyone. The most precious treasure of the Dragon Slaying clan - the Dragon Slaying Sacred Scroll, which contains the emperor's mourning, The emperor is like mourning, which destroys his life. The common people are afraid of him. He can kill people but cannot subjugate them."
Fahai held a fan in one hand and a scroll in the other, as if he knew all the treasures of his family. Gentleman couldn't help but speak again, "You seem to know us very well? Yes, back then Feng Yasong failed in the examination room, but by chance he got the Emperor's Sorrow that had been lost for thousands of years. , became the heir of the Confucian scholar who killed the sky. Due to the dual influence of his nature and weapon spirit, he caused a bloody storm in the world of cultivation. Later, he was defeated by Prime Minister Qin, depriving him of the emperor's death and giving him the demeanor of a gentleman. Everyone in the world regarded him as Prime Minister Qin. I deliberately humiliated him, but little did I know that at that time Feng Yasong had already been possessed by the Emperor's murderous intention and aroused the inner demons. Without the protection of my gentleman's style, it would be impossible for him to survive for three years, and Prime Minister Qin did not leave behind the most precious treasure of the Dragon Slaying Clan. . Instead, I chose to go to Guigu personally, and in front of the four forests of Guigu, seal the emperor’s death in the Dragon-Slaying Holy Scroll, and leave a message that only a true Confucian can open the seal and practice the way of slaying the sky."
"So, my mission is just to suppress Feng Yasong's inner demon and prevent him from committing another massacre. However, he has always been grudged against Prime Minister Qin. He regards me as a thorn in his side and a thorn in his flesh. He wants to unblock the emperor's sorrow. Destroy my body. As everyone knows, the Emperor's Sword and I have the same origin. They are both sacred weapons of Confucianism and cannot be controlled by non-sages. Once the Emperor's Sword is unsealed again, the day he holds the sword will be the time when he becomes a demon and dies. ."
Before Fa Hai could ask, Gentleman Zhifeng had already told Fa Hai the cause and effect. His tone was full of the magnanimity of a gentleman, but it was a bit wordy.
"Does it really take a sage to control it?"
"Of course. I followed Meng Sheng to lobby the world, and the emperor's death was Xun Sheng's sword to kill the sky. Since the two saints left the Yanhuang world, each of us has been passed down for dozens or hundreds of generations, but most of them exist as guardians.
, there are only a handful of people who can really control us, Zisi, Zigong, Han Fei, Guigu, etc., all of them are Confucian sages. Therefore, although you have a great opportunity to get the death of me and the emperor at the same time, but in the end
Please listen to my good advice and don't have any delusional thoughts, otherwise you will become the second Fengya Song."
"Ha, why is it the second Feng Yasong, but not the second Kong Zhongni?"
Fahai couldn't help laughing when he heard this, "It's just a joke. If you are not talented, how can you dare to claim to be a Confucian sage and talk about controlling two holy spirits? I just want to ask you two to help me manifest a true truth. This Confucian true meaning is mine."
It has been nearly a hundred years since I got it, and although I have long understood its intention, I have never been able to practice the Confucian laws and manifest them in the world. I have no choice but to use the righteousness of the two Haoran."
"The true meaning of Confucianism? There are three great skills in Confucianism, Haoran Zhengqi, Holy Words, and Confucian Dharma Sword. I don't know what you want, but it can only be manifested by me and the Emperor's Shang. However, no matter what you want,
If you are kind to me, I will try my best to help you, but if you are not a Confucian sage, how can you open the Dragon Slaying Holy Scroll and unseal the Emperor's Sorrow..."
"Why do we need Confucian sages to open the Dragon Slaying Holy Scroll?"
Before Junzi Feng finished speaking, Fa Hai smiled slightly, and the vortex of the swastika on his right hand reappeared, like a black hole that madly swallowed the power of the Confucian seal on the Dragon Slaying Holy Scroll. In an instant, the seal of the Dragon Slaying Holy Scroll was completely removed.
Fahai waved his hand, and the Dragon-Slaying Holy Scroll suddenly flew into the air. The Holy Scroll unfolded, and ink light shot into the sky. An ancient painting appeared on the scroll. In the painting, there was only a simple ink-colored long sword, striking the sky in the air, exuding boundless killing intent.
It makes the world feel cold.
"Come out, Emperor's Sorrow!"
As Fahai let out a long chant, the ink sword in the painting seemed to be summoned, suddenly transformed and flew up, shooting directly at Fahai.
When the sword comes out, the sky and the earth are all ink, and the sun and moon lose their light in an instant.
At the moment when Sun and Moon lost sight, the ink sword that flew towards him was already in Fahai's hand. As the swastika whirlpool appeared in Fahai's hand, the weapon spirit in the sword actually escaped from the sword and entered Fahai's body.
When the sword is gone, the sky and the earth are in harmony, and the sun and moon shine again.
"The most holy truth, its power is everlasting, the stars move around, the sun and the moon shine together! Master Miaodao, it turns out that you are eternal..." Witnessing such a change, Junzi Feng seemed to have revived a long-standing memory, and his voice was trembling.
Already.
"Being a gentleman, it's time for you to fulfill your promise."
Fahai shouted loudly, interrupting the gentleman's wind. The vortex of the swastika on his hands rippled, and in the blink of an eye, the weapon spirit of the gentleman's wind also disappeared into Fahai's body.
At this time, the boundless sea of consciousness in Fahai no longer exists, and only the young monk transformed from the Buddhist image of the pagoda is sitting in it. The two Confucian sacred artifacts of the Emperor's Sorrow and the Gentleman's Wind come whistling with boundless awe-inspiring righteousness, like a violent wind and rain.
, just like the spring breeze blowing on the face, with a move of the little monk's small hand, they all merged into the Buddhist image of the pagoda.
"The emperor is ruthless, and the gentleman is impermanent. Only virtue is one. Therefore, the Master said: My way is consistent. One thing is the pen of all generations!"
Following the young monk's long chant, the pagoda's image suddenly changed again and turned into the sacred words and starlight dancing in the void. Just like the scene of eternal economics that day reappeared, in the end countless starlight dissipated, leaving only a crystal jade pen full of ancient meaning.
, spanning between heaven and earth and the universe.
At this time, the weapon spirits of Gentleman's Wind and Emperor's Shang had already flown out of the Buddha's body. They seemed to be severely injured and extremely weak. However, these two weapon spirits did not rush to leave Fahai's body, but instead surrounded the crystal jade.
Bi started arguing with excitement.
"The pen of eternity! I should have expected that those who need the help of my gentleman's style and your Emperor's Sorrow to manifest will only have the most holy truth in this world, and those who can effortlessly break the seal of the Dragon Slaying Holy Scroll and control the Emperor's Sorrow,
The only one who understands the principles of eternity is the Master of Eternity. Master Miaodao, you hide yourself so deeply. I didn’t expect that you are the contemporary Prime Minister selected by Tai Zangsheng, the Prime Minister of Eternity..."
"He was not the emperor of the world, but a murderer of heaven. My lord killed heaven." Unlike a gentleman who likes to make long speeches, the emperor's mourning does not say much, but there is no doubt about it.
"Is there any difference? Whether it is the Prime Minister or the Killer of Heaven, they are all people in the Confucian sect who have the ability to control the scroll of human beings - the Spring and Autumn Period. The writings of thousands of generations, the Spring and Autumn Period are the scrolls, the scholars splash ink, and the saints return to the mortal world.
"
"Wrong, the history pen is like a knife, and it serves the purpose of heaven..."
At this moment, the crystal jade pen in front of the two weapon spirits changed again. First, it suddenly turned into an aloof and graceful jade butterfly, and then it turned into the form of a little monk again. The lotus light was unfamiliar to them, and they looked at the argument.
The endless demeanor of a gentleman and the sorrow of an emperor.
Seeing the changes in Fa Hai's appearance, Junzi Feng was startled again. Not to mention the transcendent creature that created the jade butterfly, this little monk's appearance seemed inconspicuous. It did not have the power of three heads and six arms, nor the majesty of thousands of hands and faces.
, but the treasure appearance is solemn, and it is indeed a Buddha Dharma image that stands proudly at the pinnacle of the Western Heaven.
"How come the pagoda has three forms? Master Miao Dao, is your Dharma appearance a pen, a butterfly, or a Buddha?" (To be continued...)