"...Some people even say that the three or three dragon-shaped movements of King Yu's Ding Yi, the five-color divine light of the peacock, and the mighty river passed down by the Confucius are all related to it!
It is even said that he was the man behind that shocking battle. "
Zeng San looked at An Qisheng, and there was a hint of inquiry in his words: "I don't know where my fellow Taoist got the five-color divine light from, but I want to know if there is anything about the 'Sage of Great Xia' in the inheritance that my fellow Taoist received. 'Record..."
Confucianism values history and humanities far more than any other sect. As the leader of contemporary Confucianism, he is naturally no exception.
However, among the collections accumulated by Confucianism over tens of thousands of years, there is only one missing record from the founding of the Great Zhou Dynasty to the founding of the Great Xia Dynasty.
Most of the records about that period of time are 'legends', 'rumors', or even conjectures and fabrications of later generations.
For example, there were rumors.
It is said that a Taoist came from outside the sky and raised Yu, the Holy King of Great Xia, Kong, the number one demon in all ages, and the seven great sages of the demon clan.
Even the master once sought advice from his disciples.
At first, Zeng San didn't believe such rumors that were exaggerated to the point of distortion. However, after many years of tracing those years, he became a little shaken.
Because, among the many monuments and ruins of the previous dynasty, he could clearly feel the years that had been buried.
There must be a being beyond imagination.
Otherwise, he could not understand how the human race and the demon race, who regarded each other as enemies, could stand together in those years when all races were fighting.
"The Forefather of Great Xia..."
An Qisheng lightly tapped the stone table and muttered slightly to himself.
Lacking the necessary information, he was unable to explore the 'Sage of Great Xia' mentioned by Zeng San, but vaguely, he felt that that person must be related to him.
There were ripples in his heart, and he couldn't help but recall the scenes he had seen through the underground demon a few months ago.
Will the so-called 'Sage of Great Xia' be the incarnation of his own soul?
When he thought of this, he felt extremely heavy in his heart.
Because he remembers it clearly.
That seven-colored sapling falling from the sky swept away the roaring giant with an axe, the big demon with a stick in the sky, and the bull demon that topped Mount Xumi.
And the unruly peacock with wings spread in five colors...
If the Great Xia Saint is really the incarnation of his soul, then there is no doubt that he has been defeated.
And if that Great Xia ancestor wasn't...
"Fellow?"
Seeing that An Qisheng was silent for a long time, Zeng San shook his head slightly: "If you are forcing yourself, I am not a person who wants to get to the bottom of things."
"That's not true."
An Qisheng held the wine glass, shook his head and asked: "The Confucian collection room is famous all over the world, but I wonder if there are detailed records about the 'peacock' in it?"
"The peacock is famous all over the world for its five-color divine light, which can destroy everything. It is the king of the Ten Divine Powers, and is as famous as my Confucian's 'Great River'...
Later, as the peacock lost to the "Seven Treasures Magic" of the old Buddha on Mount Sumeru, the five-color divine light slowly disappeared between heaven and earth. The peacock clan no longer had this king of magical powers. . "
Zeng San sighed: "Confucian disciples of all generations have been looking for those days. Unfortunately, they have found very little. Even the name of the peacock is not known to many..."
After saying this, Zeng San paused for a moment, and his face became extremely ugly.
There was one word he didn't say.
That is, not only does he not know the name of the peacock, but he also doesn’t know the real name of the master who is descended from the Confucian lineage!
This is a shame for him and for the whole Confucianism.
Confucianism has been searching hard for tens of thousands of years, and there may be some reasons for this.
Confucianism's taboo is "severing the classics and forgetting the ancestral lineage". They prefer it to themselves. They don't even know the names of their ancestors!
"No one seems to know about those years."
An Qisheng was not surprised by this result. Even Sa Wuling's message across time and space was distorted, and Confucianism would not have anything too detailed.
"Maybe that's the case."
Zeng San sighed, calmed down the sadness in his heart, no longer dwelled on this topic, and turned to:
"My fellow Taoist possesses the five-color divine light, and there may be trouble. His reputation as the King of the Ten Divine Powers is too great."
Throughout the ages, countless masters have been born from all races and spirits, and their magical powers are as numerous as the sands of the Ganges.
The five-color divine light overwhelms countless magical powers, and it is inevitable that he will be coveted as the king of the top ten magical powers under the Holy Spirit.
Just like Confucianism, for tens of thousands of years, how many disciples have made it their lifelong pursuit to find the "Great River"?
The appearance of the five-color divine light will inevitably cause waves.
"Buddhism and demon clan?"
An Qisheng naturally knew this, but he didn't care much.
Compared to the person behind the scenes, the trouble that the five-color divine light may cause is simply nothing.
"The five-color divine light has a lot to do with it. Not only Buddhism, but the demon clan may also take action."
Zeng San glanced at the restless mountains and shook his head slightly:
"Although in ancient times, the demon world was wiped out and reduced to the 'animal realm', the centipede insects are still alive, so it is inevitable that there are a few old monsters."
"The demon world was knocked down and became the 'animal realm'?"
An Qisheng's eyes moved slightly, and he thought of the cross-border demon king again.
It seemed that the demon race was much more bleak than he imagined.
But that's right, if it weren't for such a bleak situation, how could a big demon king of one party take such a dangerous step across the border?
"Fellow Taoist seems to be interested in ancient history?"
Zeng San flipped through it and took out a yellowed volume and handed it to An Qisheng: "This is a 'history' compiled by our ancestors based on the classics that my Confucian family has searched for for many years. Later, many disciples added it. Although The Great Xia Dynasty is missing, but there are records in all the eras..."
"Thank you, old sir."
An Qisheng took the ancient scroll and thanked him sincerely.
Compiling history is by no means an easy task, whether it is in Xuanxing or Jiufu Realm, it is especially difficult in this Immortal Way.
One can imagine the difficulty of compiling history in a world where time can be separated.
"The history compiled by our ancestors should have been passed down to the world, but it's a pity..." Zeng San poured himself a drink and let An Qisheng read the book, his thoughts wandering.
Behind this thin ancient scroll, many disciples of Confucianism have traveled around the world for tens of thousands of years, searching for secrets.
Extremely precious.
Unfortunately, it is absolutely impossible to publish it to the world.
There are some things that even today's Confucians cannot overcome at all.
"nice one!"
As soon as An Qisheng opened the book, the voice of the three-hearted blue soul boy sounded in his ears.
This little guy is extremely sensitive to information. Through An Qisheng's eyes, he immediately recorded all the information in the ancient scroll.
An Qisheng, however, flipped through the book unhurriedly and seemed to be looking at it very seriously. In the depths of his eyes, a brand slowly formed.
This is the remaining will on this ancient scroll. Through this, An Qisheng can get a glimpse of the scene when the Confucian ancestor wrote this scroll.
However, he was not in a hurry to check.
"gain much."
After the branding was condensed, An Qisheng handed the scroll back to Zeng San to express his thanks.
"Fellow Daoist Hong saved me this time. How can I repay my kindness with just an ancient scroll? Fellow Daoist said I wanted something before, but I don't know where I can help?"
Zeng San put away the ancient scroll and said sternly: "Whatever I can do, I will not disappoint fellow Taoists."
"Then thank you, old man, for making it happen."
An Qisheng picked up the wine glass and directly stated his purpose: "I heard that Confucianism has a 'collection room' that contains ancient and modern books..."
"Um?"
Zeng San's brows furrowed slightly, then relaxed: "Since the Holy King's family was divided, the collection room was also divided into two. But I don't know which family you want to see?"
This requirement seems simple, but in fact it is not easy.
No matter which family or sect, the place where the sect's books are stored is absolutely forbidden. Although he is the leader of the Confucian sect, Confucianism has three lines.
Although he has a very high status, his influence among the other two lineages may not be enough for them to open a large collection room.
"What's the difference?" An Qisheng put down his glass.
"One governs the world, and the other masters cultivation."
Zeng San replied.
An Qisheng naturally understood what Zeng San meant, and had no intention of repaying the favor. He just smiled and said, "Although Confucianism and Taoism are different from mine, the former is more to my liking."
"So, of course there is no problem."
Zeng San breathed a sigh of relief, raised his hand and drank the wine in the glass, then shook the empty wine bottle, then stood up and said with a smile:
"The wine is empty, it's time for people to leave! Do you want to go with me now, fellow Taoist?"
"But there's no rush."
An Qisheng stood up and said goodbye, but when he heard this, he just shook his head: "There are still some things to take care of. After a while, I can trouble the old gentleman again."
"So, Zeng is waiting for fellow Taoist to arrive!"
Zeng San waved his sleeves and while his voice was floating, he took a step forward and landed on the Yuan Xiang pattern embroidery cart.
An Qisheng stopped and looked into the distance.
But he only heard a greeting from the old Confucian, and called Lin Baimei to pull the cart.
The latter was startled at first, then overjoyed, hurriedly climbed into the air to catch up, put the reins on his back, and flew away.
In a few moments, he was already far away.
.......
Huhu~
Amidst the rolling clouds, the chariot went eastward at an extremely fast speed, which was difficult for birds to catch.
After receiving the advice, Lin Baimei was more willing than before and forgot about assisting Wang Xuangan in chasing the murderer.
"Master, did you recognize that Taoist before?"
The jade-like white elephant was lying on Zeng San's palms folded in front of his Dantian. He looked up at Zeng San and said in a weak tone:
"His physique is so strong!"
"You still need to tell me?"
Zeng San turned his palms and covered the little white elephant between his hands: "Go to sleep. If you really hurt the origin, you really can't make up for it."
"Woo~"
The little white elephant wanted to say something else, but he fell asleep irresistibly.
"Taoist Hongxuan..."
Feeling the light behind him disappearing, Zeng San took a deep breath, slowly closed his eyes, and the sound of sighing was extinguished immediately, so that no one could hear:
"It's only fifty thousand years..."
.......
Old Buddha Xumi...the sage of Great Xia...
Five colors of divine light...
The Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree......
On the top of the mountain with the setting sun, An Qisheng sat down in the slightly chilly wind, eliminating the complicated thoughts in his heart.
His mind moved slightly, and in his heart, the imprint of the ancient scroll was already shining brightly.
Buzz~
