Situ Zhuxiang died.
He lost his life so pitifully.
The fatal injury is a little scarlet between the eyebrows.
The mahogany long sword that contained the true energy of Yunmeng Jue had an extremely sharp tip.
In an instant, it penetrated the heads of the various ministers of Situ.
A sword penetrated the entire head.
Make his life disappear in the blink of an eye!
Known as the "Sword Buddha" by the people in the world, the bearded giant monk killed countless innocent souls under his sword.
He died miserably in the hands of the new temple master of Shoude Temple.
Looking at the fat corpse of Situ Zhuxiang on the ground, his muscular body was not inferior to the former's and Hanxu smiled happily.
Then he raised one palm up in front of his chest in a decent manner.
Hanxu shook his head, imitating the tone of the monks in the temple, and said leisurely: "Amitabha."
Then, feeling that something was not right, he cursed angrily: "Fuck you, grandma, Amitabha! Your Situ Zhuxiang was killed by my sword. Why didn't your Amitabha come to save you? Isn't it ridiculous?"
After scolding, he was finally satisfied and relaxed. Taoist Hanxu, who had reached the "higher third-level realm", pinched the Taoist secrets in his hand, Fengxu Yufeng, and returned to the mountain gate where his Taoist temple is located.
The burly Taoist priest is so handsome.
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Surprisingly similar to the scenery outside, there is actually a rolling Yellow River that is thousands of miles long in Shuangrengui Ruins!
Winter is approaching and some river belts are already showing signs of freezing.
Clouds drift across the sky, and there is rarely a warm sun.
Wearing a green robe, there is a man with yellow hair.
The two sword cultivators seemed to have made an appointment in advance to hand over the sword together.
The blazing sword from the former was so bright that it shot into the sky.
The latter's sword art is full of warmth, and the four seasons are like spring.
The Yellow River, the entire Yellow River that is more than ten thousand miles long, has no ice left!
Qiu Jin, who had yellow hair on his head and a look of joy on his face, shouted loudly: "Brother Ling, the sword energy spans thirty thousand miles and shines brightly on the earth. Our combined sword is called - "Heaven and earth, four seas and five lakes together." Welcome Spring'!"
Ling Zhen, who was wearing a green robe and slaying dragons, took out a jug of fine wine Xinghuacun from his Najie and drank several sips with great enthusiasm.
Throwing the wine pot into Brother Qiu's hand, the young man in green robe said loudly: "The world is great in your sleeves, the sun and the moon rise in the pot, Brother Qiu, there is no harm in drinking!"
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Ying Chun, wearing a white tiger skin on his shoulders, took Wei Jie's small pot and took a sip.
The thin, dark old man touched his withered and fleshless abdomen and murmured with emotion: "It's so good to be young. I can't envy that vitality..."
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The night was dark, the cold wind was blowing, and there was not even a shadow of a pedestrian around. It was unusually empty and peaceful.
Unknowingly, Ling Zhen has been in this human world for almost three months.
"Being a gentleman is such a thankless job. You have to force yourself to do things you don't want to do."
Qiu Jin sighed, "At this time, I should be lying drunk in the gentle countryside. Why do I need to drink the northwest wind on the street?"
"That's because your awareness is not high enough!"
Ye Yiran said in a displeased tone, "Whenever you no longer feel miserable, you will be a true gentleman."
Ling Zhen, a young man in green robe who was traveling with them, shook his head and said with a smile: "It's also painful. Don't you, a gentleman, feel the pain?"
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Qiu Jin agreed very much with Brother Ling's words, "That is, suffering and freezing, eating and drinking, and then not feeling any pain? What kind of gentleman is this? He is clearly a saint! If I can really do it, the red-haired monster , don’t call me Uncle Qiu anymore, just call me ‘Sage Qiu’, or ‘Qiu Zi’…”
Ye Yiran dismissed it, "Let's wait until you actually do it."
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Ying Chun was very interested. He turned to look at the green shirt and asked with a smile: "What do you think of the title 'Ying Zi'?"
Wei Jie suddenly remembered Mr. Ying's former nickname "Bai Di" Bai Qian, laughed a few times, nodded and said: "It sounds better than 'Bai Zi'."
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This night.
At Ling Zhen's suggestion, the three of them came to the Confucian Confucian Temple, known as "the best in the world".
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Temple of Confucius.
Passing the Panchi created by digging the Qinhuai River, a tall archway stands in front.
There are six pillars and three doors, and there is a plaque hanging on the top, with four thick ink characters horizontally and vertically written on it - "Tianwenshu".
It was late at night, and the passage was closed by a wooden fence.
Ling Zhen led the way alone, followed by Qiu and Ye.
Qingpaoke casually swung his fists a few times, smashing several rows of fences, and the road became unobstructed again.
Entering the archway is the Confucius Temple Square.
There were stone pillars on the east and west sides of the square. Qiu Jin had excellent eyesight. Although the night was dark around him, he could clearly see the words engraved on them.
It was "the civil servants and military officers have dismounted here."
"Although I am neither a civil servant nor a military officer, my father is a military general on the battlefield, and this is a temple dedicated to saints after all. If I drive straight into it, I will be blaspheming after all..."
Thinking of this, Hou Qiujin, the former general of the Tianluo Kingdom, turned over and jumped off his horse, tied the famous Dawan horse Zi Lei to a pillar, and walked with Ye Yiran.
Ling Zhen naturally turned over and touched the ground, tying his white horse here.
After passing through the square in front of the temple, the three of them finally arrived at the main hall of the Confucius Temple.
Dacheng Hall.
He crossed the threshold and entered the interior of the majestic hall.
Ling Zhen held a ball of natal heart fire in his palm as a guide and lighting, and the three of them walked towards the Dacheng Hall little by little.
There is a tablet in the center of the hall, which reads "The tablet of Confucius, the most holy teacher of Dacheng".
Directly to the north of the main hall, there is a bronze statue three or four feet high, which is the model of the Master of All Saints, Confucius.
Next to the bronze statue of the saint, there are twelve white marble statues two to three feet high, which are naturally the twelve most famous virtuous disciples of Confucius.
After walking around the memorial tablet and coming to the front of the bronze statue, the three of them knelt on the futon one after another. They kowtowed three times to the statue of the saint with full respect.
After the ceremony, the Lihen Lock on Qiu Jin's chest suddenly glowed with green light uncontrollably.
Feiren flew out of the lock on his own initiative.
"If you don't practice hard in the lock, what are you doing outside?"
Qiu Jin asked with raised eyebrows.
Fei Ren bowed and said everything he had heard in Zhongshan when a scholar who was rushing to take exams talked about Confucian classics. He said firmly: "My greatest ideal in life is nothing more than to cultivate one's morality, harmonize one's family, govern the country, and bring peace to the world. The person I admire the most in my life is none other than Confucius, the sage of Confucianism! Today I am lucky enough to enter a saint's temple. Wouldn't it be disrespectful to close it and not come out?"
After hearing this, Qiu Jin nodded, "I see. I never expected that you have such great ambitions."
Fei Ren said "Yes" and said, "Now that I see the saint, I need to perform three kowtows and nine bows."
After saying that, he knelt down on the futon and kowtowed to the bronze statue of Saint Kong.
