The divine scholar Zichuan left Laojunshan Bajing Palace and returned to Shuangye City in the northwest.
In Guiyi Valley, the disciples and grandsons of the Confucian gods and Confucians came to pay their respects.
Zhou Xuehai and Lin Xianzhi, together with Yang Wenjun and his wife, guests in purple clothes and guests in green clothes, said together: "Meet the Master."
Jun Dihong and Jun Xuanyuan also said: "Meet the master."
In the small world, Tianluo also bowed and bowed.
Shen Ru said: "I haven't paid attention to you for a long time. Today I am here to check your studies. You can express yourself freely and discuss and practice at will. Xuehai, you come first."
Zhou Xuehai came forward and said: "Master, please give me some advice. It is said that there is a road to the mountain of books and diligence is the path, and there is no limit to the sea of learning and hard work..."
Zhou Xuehai summarized what he had learned and understood, which has become the style of everyone and formed a family theory.
Finally, he said: "Master, if I want to travel the world, I need to find a place to create a branch of Confucianism and spread what I learned from my master."
"Yes, what is the name of the branch pulse?"
“There is no limit to the sea of learning.”
The divine scholar nodded in agreement. Zhou Xuehai has been following him for the longest time. He is eager to learn and has his own opinions. He said: "I am not worried about your knowledge, but now that you are traveling in the world, martial arts cultivation is very important. Zi Yi Ke, come here."
The man in purple clothes stepped forward and fired a sword energy from his hand. Zhou Xuehai raised his sword to block, then struck close with his backhand.
His footwork is nimble, his swordsmanship is exquisite, and he can perform dozens of moves in the blink of an eye.
The two of them gave each other another slap in the face, competing in their internal strength until they reached the point.
The Confucian Shenru said: "Very good, you have made a breakthrough in your cultivation and have begun to enter the Tao. I am relieved and can leave as a disciple."
Zhou Xuehai said: "Purple-clothed guest, can you join me and escort me?"
In the future, there will be many Confucian students, and he will inevitably be negligent. If there is a guest in purple to help, it will be much smoother.
The guest in purple clothes thought carefully and said: "Yes."
Zhou Xuehai and Ziyi Ke bid farewell to their master Shen Ru and their fellow disciples, and took a dozen Confucian students from Rende Academy who were willing to join him to the Central Plains.
In a corner of the Central Plains, outside a city, Zhou Xuehai found a place with beautiful mountains and clear waters, built a wooden house, appointed himself the master of Taixue, and the purple-clothed guest as the great martial arts minister.
"Junior brothers, could you please visit the nearby mountains, villages and cities to recruit students and scholars."
"yes."
In Guiyi Valley, the Confucian Shen said: "Xiangzhi, Wenjun, you all come together."
Lin Xianzhi came forward to discuss it first, and he also had some insights. Although he was not as good as Zhou Xuehai, he could still be called a famous person.
Yang Wenjun was a little worse. He was quite satisfactory. He inherited the Confucianism and had no breakthroughs, so he was not bad either.
Looking at his martial arts cultivation, Lin Xianzhi was a little behind Zhou Xuehai. He was stuck at a super-innate level, difficult to break through, and the opportunity for understanding had not yet arrived.
Last time Zhou Xuehai and Lin Xiangzhi fought against the Hokkaido angler Wan Zizi. Afterwards, Zhou Xuehai had a lot of insights and successfully broke through and entered the Tao, but he was still a little behind.
And Yang Wenjun is even lower, just born at a high position.
Shen Ru said: "I see that you are ready to make a move and never keep to yourself. Do you want to compete with your senior brother Xuehai again?"
Lin Xianzhi bowed and said, "Master, please give me permission."
"What's your name?"
"There is a road to the mountain of books."
Sure enough, there was a fight.
The divine scholar touched his beard and said, "Yes."
He was very pleased that the two disciples of the professor both had the ambition to establish a sect and had such strength. They competed with each other and grew up with each other.
Prime Minister Lin knew: "Brother in Qingyi, how about you help me? Let's talk about male and female with my senior brother and the guest in Ziyi."
The guest in Qingyi smiled and said: "It's really not a big deal if you insist on involving the two of us in your matter, but it's just a matter of time to get involved."
"Master, I leave you to look after my son Tianxing."
Lin Xiangzhi, Yang Wenjun, his wife and Qing Yi Ke said goodbye to their master and fellow disciples, and took away more than a dozen Confucian students from Rende Academy. They came to the Central Plains and found a series of mountain peaks. Each peak has a path. After the nine paths, there is a mountain of books. Mountains are for diligence.
Since then, Shushan Youlu, a line of Confucianism, has been established. Lin Xianzhi is the Prime Minister of Heaven, Yang Wenjun is the Mother of Earth, and Qingyi Ke is the Junwu. It has been passed down for a long time.
In Guiyi Valley, people left one by one, and it was much colder.
The divine Confucian said: "Two disciples, come and show what you have learned. Let me see what Emperor Xuanyuan's son is capable of."
"yes."
Jun Dihong used his sword, and Jun Xuanyuan used his sword. The swords clashed with each other. In the blink of an eye, there were hundreds of moves, but no winner or loser was determined.
Although Jun Dihong is highly talented, he is quick to master anything he learns. However, Jun Xuanyuan should not be underestimated. He specializes in swords, practiced hard for thousands of times, and finally succeeded. For a while, Jun Dihong could not defeat him.
The divine Confucian looked at Jun Dihong, who knew how to hide his clumsiness at a young age. On the other hand, Jun Xuanyuan had no reservations and had tried his best.
He sighed softly: Xuanyuan, you are so controlled by your brother that you can't beat him.
The two men stopped fighting, and the god and Confucian commented one by one, pointing out the key points and flaws.
As for Tianluo, forget it, let her play in her small world.
Not long after, a sage array of Buddha lights appeared in the sky. It was none other than the direct descendant of Buddhism, Venerable Aku.
He said: "My friend's expression is different, his consciousness is damaged, and his true energy is dissatisfied. This battle seems to be very fierce."
The divine scholar replied: "Exactly."
"Seeing how relaxed you look, have you solved the Confucian anomaly?"
"The effect of the Confucian Mysterious Chapter is very good, and it is also enlightened by Sakyamuni himself."
"Oh? Do you know where my master is now?"
"Mahayana Temple."
Upon hearing this, Venerable Aku immediately drifted away,
"My master's destiny is approaching. If we don't go, it will be too late. Let's talk next time."
The godly scholar smiled and said: "Are you in a hurry to cry? A Buddhist is a shame, a Buddhist is redeeming, and you, a Buddhist, can't live in peace."
Venerable Aku went to the Mahayana Temple. As he approached, he saw a lotus flower flying across the sky. Sakyamuni on the lotus glanced at him and hurriedly entered the Mahayana Temple.
Venerable Aku also entered immediately and ran under the peach tree. When he saw his master Sakyamuni drinking tea, he rushed over and fell at Sakyamuni's feet. He cried, his face became more bitter and older, and his voice was miserable: "Master, Master , Disciple, I miss you so much. Why don’t you, old man, go sit with me and let me fulfill my filial piety? Maybe one day you will die..."
Sakyamuni's hand loosened his hold on the flowers, and the tea suddenly no longer smelled good. He was a wicked disciple, why did he accept such a wicked disciple in the first place?
Venerable Ajia arrived at some unknown time. He was far away from Venerable Aku and did not want to get to know him.
Sakyamuni said: "Don't be arrogant in front of outsiders."
Venerable Aku raised his head and saw Yueguan Mountain opposite Sakyamuni. His face immediately turned bitter and dark: he was embarrassed in front of the younger generation. It is estimated that his good friend Shenru would also know about this scene, and then Dongwang Taiyi...
I dare not think about it any further.
Yue Guanshan suppressed a smile, the senior was actually such a senior.
Venerable Aku suddenly had an idea and said: "Master, I see that Yueguan Mountain is very destined to my Buddha. Why don't you help him enter Buddhism?"
Once we become a family, we are no longer afraid of your jokes.
Yue Guanshan said hurriedly: "Senior, you are joking, where is the fate?"
"No kidding, no kidding."
Sakyamuni smiled and said: "Yes, yes, but you have met me twice in a short period of time. You are indeed destined to me and the Buddha. Now that I look closely, I can see that the Buddha's roots are so deep that he will be a future Buddha."
He added: "I give you the title: Future Buddha Sumeru. In the past, you were Bodhi. I became enlightened under Bodhi. You are now Sakyamuni. You listen to the Dharma in front of Sakyamuni. In the future, you are Sumeru. All the Buddhas will follow you." Whatever."
Yue Guan Shandao: "Senior, I don't understand Buddhism, so it's hard for me to take up my position."
"The Buddha is the Tao, and the passage is the way to the Buddha. For you, it is easy."
Sakyamuni looked at Venerable Aku and Venerable Agha. Venerable Aku and Agha understood each other and hurriedly stepped forward to worship and said, "I have seen the future Buddha Sumeru."
In an instant, lotus flowers sprouted from the ground, colorful clouds descended from the sky, Shakyamuni pointed, and a giant Buddha appeared behind Yueguan Mountain, which was the appearance of the future Buddha Dharma:
Wearing a solemn cassock, he is open-minded and uninhibited. Smiling at all living beings, Buddha's journey may be destined or not.
