March three.
Shen Yu drove to Xiguan, and there were three stunning women sitting in the carriage.
Along the way, it was like experiencing some kind of mental torture.
Among them, there are people and monsters, and they are all stunning in the world.
Regarding love in the world, Taixuan was once stumped by this calamity when he went through it.
But now, Shen Yu has entered the realm of transcending tribulation among the upper three realms. The first tribulation is the most difficult love tribulation.
There is love in the world.
Not only the love between men and women, but also family, friendship, family and country.
These three disasters and six calamities cannot be controlled by practitioners. The movement of heaven and earth has its own rules. If a practitioner steals the sky and is born, heaven will naturally not allow it.
Therefore, when this disaster came, Shen Yu was very calm.
As soon as they entered the city, countless cultivators appeared for the first time in this important border town of the Tang Dynasty.
Most of them are scholars.
"Brother Wang, I heard that Mr. Qin from Jiangzhou also came here yesterday. He just wanted to discuss the truth of the past with Master Yan."
"Mr. Qin!, but Mr. Qin Zhizhen, who is famous in the south of the Yangtze River and is known as the old man of Nanshan? That man is already two hundred years old. He studies, teaches and solves doubts. His disciples and former officials are all over the Tang Dynasty. He and Master Yan, what’s the point?”
"It's not just about the number one scholar that I selected back then. Mr. Qin has only had this disciple his whole life, but he was blocked by Master Yan. It is difficult for the old man to accumulate his reputation, but it is much easier to ruin it."
"There is another thing that you should not ignore. Yan Zishu, who was exiled in Lingnan, also hates the Master to the core. Before he was in the imperial capital, he did not dare to seek revenge. Now that the Master has arrived in Xiguan, how could he give up this opportunity like this."
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There were countless noisy voices in the crowd, all discussing this sermon.
Master Yan obviously also had many enemies.
Although there is no first place in literature, among scholars, there is no one who is willing to lag behind others.
Scholars remember the grudges from decades or even hundreds of years ago in their hearts. Even if they have nothing to do on weekdays, they still have to write a few poems or curse words.
What's more, Master Yan spread the word to the world and wanted to preach in Xiguan City.
Those former opponents have now arrived in the city, waiting for the sermon to pick up the dignity lost by many young people.
In the carriage, Yang Pan'er stretched out her hand to lift the door curtain, looked at the lively crowd on the street, and couldn't help but exclaimed: "There are so many scholars in the world, no wonder daddy often said that all things are inferior, only reading is high."
He Pianpian glanced outside casually and said calmly: "The principles in this world are told with fists."
Hearing this, Yang Pan'er nodded.
The reason why the academy is able to set rules in Wuzhou is not because they are reasonable, but because they have big fists.
The Nanman Demon Realm and the Demon Realm, these two places have gentlemen and sages sitting there all year round.
Every once in a while, a few wise men would fight with the demons who tried to break into Middle-earth.
Even in Central Continent, the deans of those academies are in charge of all living beings in the land, and life and death are controlled by the academies.
Although the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty is now keeping his word, the imperial edict cannot enter the gate of Zhongzhou Academy.
In this world, scholars have always had the final say.
Shen Yu didn't care about this. He had a chat with some old Taoists in Kunlun and said that the academy was the most suitable place to do this kind of thing.
If he were allowed to rule the world with Taoism or Buddhism.
In the whole world, if it wasn’t for fasting and chanting Buddha’s name, who would give birth?
If it were replaced by Dongwang Island or Sword Immortal City, it would be in charge.
God knows what the world will become.
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The center of the city.
Master Yan was dressed very casually today, only wearing a blue gown, and he slowly walked onto the high platform.
Countless people around suddenly made a deafening sound.
He first nodded to a few acquaintances who came here, and then sat down on the easternmost futon.
There are three kinds of immortality in Confucianism.
Establish morality, meritorious service, and reputation.
This is the ultimate goal of every scholar’s practice.
Although Master Yan taught and educated people in the academy, even when he reached the realm of a wise man, he failed to accomplish these three major things.
Today, he will make a statement.
Make a clear statement.
When he sat down, an old man with white hair and beard slowly walked onto the stage.
"It's Qin Zizhen, Mr. Qin." Someone recognized his identity.
This old man who has lived for two hundred years is tall and exudes a majestic aura. He has already entered the realm of sage a hundred years ago.
Qin Zizhen sat down on the futon in the west and said nothing.
Soon, another person walked up from the stage, it was Yan Zishu who was previously rumored to be living in Lingnan. He was similar in age to Yan Shigu, but his face was full of vicissitudes of life.
Lingnan is a very special place in Central Continent. The spiritual energy there is thin. Because it is close to the swamp, there is miasma from time to time. For practitioners there, it is extremely difficult to maintain the original state, let alone practice.
At this moment, Yan Zishu was sitting on the second futon in the west, staring coldly at Yan Shigu in front of him.
As the two of them sat down, there were only two futons left on the high platform.
Many people have set their sights on it, wanting to know which great practitioner is finally qualified to discuss Taoism with Master Yan.
Although this is Xiguan, the western frontier of the Tang Dynasty.
But Master Yan's reputation is known throughout Linghuang, not because he came from an academy, but because he wrote the Imperial Capital and blocked the suffering Buddhist monks with a human formation.
At that time, he had never even entered the realm of a gentleman.
But facing Monk Ku, who was already a Buddhist Bodhisattva, Master Yan shocked the whole world when he appeared.
No one could have imagined that the pen in his hand could actually arouse the power of the world. In the hearts of the people of the entire imperial capital, Master Yan represented the righteousness of Confucianism.
What's even more remarkable is that at the height of his fame, this master chose to teach in seclusion in the academy.
In this Confucian gathering, everyone who is qualified to sit on the high platform futon is a strong person in the world.
Mr. Qin was a virtuous man, and scholars in Jiangzhou were all proud to be his disciples. When he was young, at the head of the Xunyang River, he used great audacity to kill the evil dragon that had been ravaging both sides of the river for a long time. The scene on that day is astonishing. Everyone remembers.
The evil dragon traveled all the way from the East China Sea to the west. It had great supernatural powers. Countless cultivators were swallowed by the monster. Even a sword cultivator in the upper three realms of Sword Immortal City died in its poisonous mist.
Not to mention the mortals along the way.
It was before the founding of the Tang Dynasty, and the strong men of the academy were dragged into Nanhe City by the big demon from the Southern Barbarian Demon Realm. For a time, the interior of Central Continent fell into panic.
Then, Qin Zizhen appeared out of nowhere, used his finger to capture the big demon, and pulled out the sinews and bones of the evil dragon alive.
Therefore, everyone is convinced that Mr. Qin can sit down and discuss Taoism with Master Yan.
And Yan Zishu was sitting next to him.
Many people subconsciously felt cold. Just looking at that person's face, they felt that they were being targeted by some kind of terrifying poisonous snake, like maggots on the tarsus, which was terrifying.
In fact, many of the things Yan Zishu did were also horrifying.
Since he was driven out of the imperial capital by Yan Shigu and lived in Lingnan.
Yan Zishu dissipated all his Confucian aura and started to practice an evil sect called God Devouring Technique again.
This technique is designed to devour the soul of the practitioner.
If this were the case, Yan Zishu would not be able to gain a foothold in Lingnan, and such evil cultivators would have been killed by the Academy and Dao Sect long ago.
As a result, he began to devour the souls of other living beings.
Such as the demons in the Nanman Demon Realm.
The devil in the devil's realm.
Although these two kinds of creatures have different practices from humans, they still have some kind of soul.
Moreover, given the relationship between the human race and the two races, even if Yan Zishu used evil techniques such as the Devouring God Art to eat those monsters and monsters alive, no one would say that he was an evil cultivator.
Therefore, relying on this technique, he cultivated his realm to the upper three realms again.
Now he comes here to seek revenge.
Only he and Yan Shigu knew the grudge between the two. Yan Zishu wanted to go to the imperial capital countless times, but he was afraid of the big formation, so this time, he waited for decades and finally waited for Yan Shigu's arrival. Appear.
In the field, countless people have seen the form in front of them.
Mr. Qin and Yan Zishu are not talking about morality, but seeking revenge.
"Master Yan is only a sage. If he faced one of the two, he might still be able to win. But looking at the appearance of those two people, it seems that they have not chosen to challenge alone. Master Yan is in some danger now."
"Why are you so anxious? There are five futons on the stage, and two more have not shown up. With the Master's wide circle of friends, how could no one be willing to help him make a speech?"
"But the time is coming, where is the person?"
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Many scholars in the audience began to discuss.
In the distance, the three women on the carriage thought the same way. Although Yang Pan'er's cultivation level was low, the reputation of being a master of the academy had long spread throughout the spiritual wilderness.
More importantly, He Pianpian came from Yaochi, and there were very few things in the Holy Land that she didn't know about. She had already told her about Master Yan along the way.
Yang Pan'er's eyes widened at this moment, looking curiously at the three people on the high platform.
It turns out that scholars can be so powerful.
He Pianpian looked calm.
Shen Yu, who was outside the carriage, closed her eyes and rested, turning a deaf ear to the deafening sounds around her.
"Amitabha!"
A high-pitched Buddha chant came from the west.
Hearing this voice, countless people looked to the west.
The next moment, everyone involuntarily had an incredible thought in their hearts.
The Sword Buddha comes out of the mountain.
The thin monk who came from the west is the strongest person in Buddhism today.
Sword Buddha.
No one would have thought that this eminent monk in the Buddhist realm would not be stationed in Lingshan, but would come to Xiguan City from the east.
What shocked everyone even more.
The sword Buddha actually stepped on the sword of wisdom, like a angry-eyed King Kong.
Do Buddhists and Master Yan also have grudges?
Countless people subconsciously thought about it, but soon, a hint of understanding flashed in their eyes.
When Monk Ku was in the imperial capital, he was driven back by Master Yan's human formation.
From then on, Buddhism's eastward spread was cut off.
From that day on, all the Buddhist temples in the Tang Dynasty were demolished.
No wonder even Sword Buddha came in person.
How could he not put an end to such a huge cause and effect of destroying the Buddha himself?
The Sword Buddha stepped on the sword of wisdom and came from the sky.
Master Yan stood up and saluted him, his expression not changing at all.
It was as if those three people were just ordinary scholars who came to discuss Taoism.
Wait until Sword Buddha sits down.
There was only one futon left in the room.
Master Yan looked calm and did not start preaching.
The Sword Buddha closed his eyes and rested his mind.
Qin Zizhen was holding an ancient book.
Yan Zishu had a gloomy face and said nothing.
Under the high platform, the scholars who came here to listen to the sermon looked at the last futon with doubts in their hearts. .
Who is it? Who else in this world has a higher level of status than Sword Buddha.
To actually let such a powerful practitioner wait.
