Just when "he" was full of piety and kowtowed vigorously.
The giant bronze statue, which was three to four feet high, actually glowed with an extremely dazzling light!
The entire hall was illuminated extremely brightly, far better than the fire in Ling Zhen's palm that he had just used for illumination.
Counting Fei Ren, there were four people in total who were all shocked.
Under the gaze of four pairs of eyes, a man bathed in a faint golden light walked out of the bronze statue.
With a very steady posture, he came to the front of the four people.
The man was tall, with extremely broad shoulders and a slightly hunched neck.
The upper body is long and the lower body is short.
The arms hang naturally, above the knees.
Due to the light, the facial features are blurred and cannot be seen clearly.
The clothes and hats are all very formal.
The man stood in front of the futon and waved his arm slightly towards the naked guy kneeling on the ground.
The wide sleeves blew over the head like a breeze.
Fei Ren suddenly felt that his eyes were at a loss, and the world seemed to have turned into nothing at this moment.
Suddenly, an extremely clear scene appeared in front of his eyes.
Xingtan taught lessons and solved doubts. Under the tree, three thousand students listened attentively.
The husband scolded his beloved disciple for sleeping during the day, like a rotten tree that cannot be carved.
He and a group of disciples resisted the new coup law and attacked by beating drums.
It is said that eight people of the Ji family are dancing in the court. Is it tolerable, but who is intolerable?
Telling without writing, trusting but fond of the past, stealing and comparing it to the centenary old Peng.
Hearing the sound of string singing coming from Wucheng, I was filled with joy and relief, and laughed and said, "How can I cut a chicken with an ox's knife?"
I spent the whole day without eating or sleeping, and then I realized that the only way to learn is to learn.
Be tolerant and sincere throughout your life, have kind thoughts in your heart, be generous to yourself and not blame others.
Stick to morality, prefer to be poor, and regard ill-gotten gains as loess and floating clouds.
I am tireless in learning and tireless in teaching. If three of us walk together, there must be a teacher like me.
Pay attention to ethics and conduct, and have a clear conscience and no worries or fears.
Adhere to the mean, go beyond the limit, be gentle and polite, and then be a gentleman.
Encountered by Kuang people and surrounded him on the way, he used himself as the sinner to excuse others.
Being teased by Chu Kuang with a phoenix song, he wanted to talk to her but couldn't.
Because his beloved disciple unfortunately passed away early, he raised his head and howled, saying, "God is mourning me."
Knowing that harsh government is as fierce as a tiger in the mountains, he will spend his whole life promoting benevolent government.
Running around preaching here and there, whining and panicking like a bereaved dog.
It is already known that the way is not possible, and I hope that one day I will ride on a raft and float on the sea.
All kinds of things, Jingren was shocked beyond measure.
At this time, a gentle and humble voice sounded in my ears: "Are you willing to come into my door?"
When Fei Ren saw Confucius, the literary sage whom he had admired for so long, he was so excited that he trembled all over and said incoherently: "I, I... I... I... am willing to become your disciple!"
"Haha, okay, hahaha!"
Confucius laughed heartily.
Qiu Jin's eyes widened and he looked up at the man in front of him who was neatly dressed and bathed in golden light. He spoke with rare humility and asked, "Is the old gentleman really the founder of Confucianism a thousand years ago?"
"It can't be called the 'founder'. I'm just trying my best to spread the etiquette of Duke Zhou."
"No offense, junior, it's just..."
Qiu Jin said solemnly, "According to historical records, sir passed away a thousand years ago!"
Confucius laughed loudly again, "Yes, my physical body was indeed shattered thousands of years ago, and now, I am still alive in the world with only a ray of my soul."
"I wonder who harmed sir?"
Qiu Jin asked in a deep voice.
The master pondered for a long time and replied: "The person who harmed me is the saint of the four teachings of Mohism, Dharma, Bing, and Yin and Yang."
He speaks clearly and every word is like thunder.
The Confucian sage said slowly: "Because several of my most favored disciples have left before me, the saints of the four religions took advantage of the fact that I had not appointed a successor, gathered the four cultivators, and joined forces to destroy my body in order to divide me up." The Confucian 'Qi Shu'... Although my physical body was completely destroyed, I was fortunate to have preserved part of my soul, and my Qi Shu did not lose much."
"Is there such a thing?!"
Qiu Jin said indignantly, "It's a shame they dare to call themselves 'saints'. Are they obviously bandits?"
"After the plot of the saints of the four religions to 'divide the spoils' was shattered, the four of them all wanted to control and possess my soul in order to enjoy Confucian righteousness. My body has been lost and I no longer have the ability to fight back. In order not to be discovered by them , I have no choice but to hold on to this immense energy alone, hiding here and there in the world, just like a bereaved dog..."
Feiren had been kneeling on the ground. When he heard this, he couldn't bear it anymore. He punched the bluestone ground with his fist and cursed in a low voice: "Damn it!"
The Confucian literary sage covered in golden light continued: "When I hid for more than a hundred years, the Mohist family first gave up hunting me; when it was three hundred years ago, the military strategists stopped looking for trouble for me; when it reached about six hundred years Years ago, the Legalists also stopped looking for my hiding place. Among the four sects, only the descendants of the Yin Yang family who are proficient in different arts are left. They are convinced that my soul is still in the world and are unwilling to let it go. To this day , still constantly checking my whereabouts..."
"It's too much!"
Qiu Jin said angrily, "It's been a thousand years and you still haven't let go. You must be a bastard!"
Confucius sighed softly and said, "For a thousand years, the four religions have been passed down from generation to generation with strong firepower, but I, Confucianism, have only produced some scholars who are powerless. The root of it all lies with me."
This sage teacher who is worshiped by all the scholars in the world suddenly raised his voice and said loudly: "The unique Qi of Confucianism is also called the 'Awesome and Righteous Qi', and I alone account for 90% of the world's awe-inspiring Qi! I, Confucius, am ashamed of all the scholars in the world!"
Fei Ren waved his hands repeatedly and said very urgently: "Sir, please don't say that. If it weren't for your persistence, the integrity of Confucianism would have been robbed by other religions!"
The Confucian sage looked at the jade man on the ground silently, and suddenly said: "I can hardly hold it anymore!"
There was an indescribable feeling of exhaustion in his words.
"How, how could..."
Fei Ren trembled in disbelief.
"I enjoy all the Qi of a religion and can stay in the world forever and remain immortal. But even so, a thousand years is almost the limit. How many people in this world can live for a thousand years?"
Confucius sighed, "Now my soul is getting weaker day by day. Not only is it possible to die at any time, but my ability to hide Qi is also getting worse and worse. Once discovered by the descendants of the Yin Yang family, They will definitely come quickly if I see any trace of me, and they will not stop until they swallow up all the Confucian righteousness! Alas, I have already made plans to dissipate the soul on my own and spread the energy into the world. Although it is inevitable that others will plunder it, it is better to live in peace. They were all snatched away by the Yin and Yang family...until you appeared, the situation actually changed again."
The saint raised his hand with a faint golden light and pointed at Feren who was kneeling on the futon.
Fei Ren was shocked, "Wha...what?"
The Confucian Saint Confucius spoke gently, "You have a body built with thousands of years of spiritual stone. You were originally in a harmonious and flawless state of mind. Later, due to the influence of Confucianism, you made great aspirations, and today you are willing to come to my door. May I ask this? Is there anyone in the world who is more suitable to inherit my Confucian spirit than you?"
Feiren almost didn't react for a moment.
The sage master who once filled the world with awe-inspiring aura, bent slightly and said to the jade spirit kneeling in front of him: "You are the best preacher of my Confucianism for thousands of years!"
