Lin Chongyang, whose thinking was on another level, "looked" at the two people leaving and let out a sigh.
The master is worthy of being a veteran, and the geographical location at the top of Yongxu does help him somewhat, at least it is better than that in Diuhuoshuoli.
Why do you think of volcanoes...forget it, it doesn't matter.
If his mind was not still functioning, I would have thought that he was completely cold in this posture, and it would not be a big deal if he had to live or die.
For Lin Chongyang, it is not easy for his elders to pull him up. It is enough for him to take care of such things. It is his only willfulness and selfishness.
The late sages once said that if you know your mistakes and do not correct them, you will do the best you can, and you will dare to do it next time.
In the long period of time that followed, there seemed to be nothing else he could do except study martial arts.
………
Time flies by like a white horse, passing quietly and unconsciously, and a period of time flies by in the blink of an eye.
For practitioners, this is just a snap of the fingers, but it is a journey that takes most of an ordinary person's life.
The post-disaster reconstruction within Confucianism's jurisdiction has been basically completed, everything is back on track, and the two dragon heads have been safely sealed.
In the Holy Land of De Feng Ancient Road, Confucian sages and Ming De people gathered together to pay homage to the heroes who died due to evil disasters.
The sound of the bell is a sigh, expressing the grief of the survivors, and is also the inheritance of the belief in protecting the world.
On the walls of the holy place, there are new names added one after another, which are enshrined by those who have been born to express their gratitude for their achievements and for those who are behind to commemorate them.
On the stone tablet, there are still familiar words of condolence, "The sky steams the people, the sky steams the people."
"The ceremony begins."
Emperor Confucianism opened the ceremony, the holy pen and incense stood, and the Confucian saint Mingde officiated Xia Kanxuan
“Confucian scholars should inherit the sacred heart of heaven and practice the holy conduct of humanity. They should keep their hearts and aspirations, eliminate evil and evil, and rectify heaven and earth;
We should also uphold etiquette and uphold righteousness, show kindness and promote benevolence, and promote education to protect the people of the world.
Evil disasters are spreading across China, causing devastation to all living beings. How can the Confucianists, who have great ambitions to govern the world, tolerate the suffering of the common people? Come forward and do your best to help the world. "
Taking a step forward, Xia Kanxuan used his sword as a pen and wrote one name after another on the incense. Each of them was good and the pride of the Confucian sage.
Everyone stood silently, with a myriad of thoughts on their minds. Although they were in different places, they held the same belief.
After the roster was written, the sacred spirit of Confucianism and Yuan lit the incense, the smoke rose, and the sacrificial words were sung softly.
"Today, evil calamity has brought peace to peace, and we gather together in the Holy Land to cherish the Confucianism, Saints, Mingde and all heroes and martyrs. We are grateful for their kindness, remember their virtuous people, and hope to follow them:
Shouldering the mission and not forgetting the original intention, he established an academy in Lanlu, and flourished the power of Confucianism.
Evil disasters are spreading, demons are dancing wildly, trying to protect the common people in the chaos, and help the world to fall.
He saves the people from fire and water, sacrifices his own life and forgets death, generously serves righteousness, and has a great wish to protect the world, save the world, and govern the world. "
Can sacrifice be measured in value?
Does belief need affirmation from others?
In Xia Kanxuan's memory, he and Lin Chongyang helped them go through the procedures and personally sent them out. When they came back, they were already corpses with names one by one.
From the overall perspective, this is the best result. They made their own decisions and used their own lives to save all people from disaster.
But after all, people are not hard-hearted. Everyone has feelings. No matter how rational a person is, his heart is beating and his blood is hot.
The more this is the case, the more it proves that Lin Chongyang's philosophy is correct. To cultivate an innate Confucian who can stand alone, even with the help of Wanxiang Zhenzang, it will take at least three hundred years from enrollment to starting a business, and such an innate Sacrifice only takes a moment.
This kind of cycle is too abnormal. Even if the land is vast, the resources are abundant, and the talents are abundant, it cannot withstand such consumption.
"Consecrate all the heroes and martyrs in the holy place, and hope that those who come after will not forget the faith of the martyrs, stay upright and benevolent, and benefit the world."
After the incense is burned, the ritual is successfully completed. The deceased seeks kindness and receives it, and the living should move on.
After the ceremony, everyone left the Holy Land in twos and threes and headed to the Tempering Heart Hall to discuss the next policies and guidelines.
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In the Buddhist world of Xihuang, a cool realm, you can first see the dual scene of holy and evil spirits. The holy energy is majestic and the evil energy is dense. They are entangled with each other and indistinguishable.
The face of Amitabha who is sitting there is constantly changing according to the battle between holy and evil spirits. Sometimes he is in the state of the majestic Buddha, and sometimes he is in the evil state of the Yaksha.
At the same time, in the space of consciousness
"King Yaksha Xiao, a period of time has passed by, why don't you still show up?"
After returning from Shiliu Island, Midozi began to study the evil spirits in his body, because he found that those evil spirits had become more active without knowing it, as if they were alive.
After a period of research and planning, he chose to have a showdown with the opponent.
As soon as the words fell, I saw purple mist falling from the sky, and my consciousness space split into two parts in an instant, and I heard it again
"Millions of corpses lay buried under the beacon fire; blood and dead bones were buried beside the mountains and rivers; swords and halberds sank into the sand, but I only asked Chi Luo."
Now that the other party has pointed it out, Chi Luo chooses to show up openly. Everyone will know that it is you, and it would be too unwise to hide it anymore.
"Now that none of us can do anything to anyone, why not come and have a good chat?
You want to be reborn in my body, but if my soul is destroyed, my body will turn into a golden relic, sealing you here forever, and you will not be able to escape.
No matter how clever the method of rebirth is, it still requires a body with active bones and blood. What's more, your evil power has been blended with my Buddha essence. It's too late to escape now.
I think you have attachments in your heart, so you probably don't want to see the worst happen. "
Seeing the other party appear, Mi Tuozi used his killer move and said the most outrageous things in the gentlest tone.
What's even more outrageous is that he can do what he said, which means that if he fails to achieve his goal, he will directly choose to commit suicide and use his body as a container to suppress the evil soul of the Yaksha Owl King.
But before that, the evil power of the other party has been blended with his Buddha essence, and even if he wants to escape, it is already too late.
"You are such a crazy monk."
Chi Luo became more frightened as he listened to Mi Tuo Zi's words. After a period of silence, he gritted his teeth and choked out seven words.
Recalling that back then, when he was not a member of the Eight Tribesmen, he was a person who had seen the world, but after living for so many years, this was the first time he had seen such a person.
He could feel that the other party didn't take his life seriously at all. Are all people in this place like this?
Chi Luo asked himself, if he were alone, he would definitely take out his knife and fight the man opposite him to a life-or-death showdown.
but...
He is concerned...
"The battle on Shiliu Island in the past was a battle of positions between us. We had no regrets about victory or defeat. I wanted to let your soul reincarnate, but I didn't expect you to have such a back-up plan.
That's fine, it just makes me feel sorry for you, so I will save you for a moment today. "
The situation of the Yaksha Owl King is definitely not an exception. This method of using evil power as the source of life, carrying the immortality of the soul, and using it to take other people's bodies for rebirth is really difficult to guard against.
He was a little worried about his former comrades. If they were affected by them, the consequences would be disastrous.
But before that, he had to deal with the problem in front of him.
