"National Master, this is the Six Classics Pavilion!"
Kong Bai chuckled lightly and explained to Huang, "There is only the Six Classics in it, all written by the Master!"
"Thank you!"
Huang nodded and walked into the Liujing Pavilion.
Standing outside the door, Kong Bai felt a little hot in his eyes when he felt the awe-inspiring righteousness on Huang's body.
Those thirty characters are all condensed with awe-inspiring righteousness. For Confucianists, they can be described as first-class sacred objects.
Kong Bai was about to speak but stopped.
Finally, he turned around and left.
He really couldn't open his mouth.
That is a treasure, how can you give it away so easily?
He is not Huang's best friend, nor is he a relative or sibling of Huang's, so he is not qualified to ask for it.
That's Huang's creation!
Walking into Liujing Pavilion, Huang had a solemn look on his face.
He knew clearly in his heart that the so-called Six Classics refer to "Poetry", "Book", "Li", "Yi", "Yue" and "Spring and Autumn".
Huang opened "Poetry" and read it with a dull expression.
Three hundred poems, all in one sentence!
Siwuxie!
But Huang knew clearly that during the pre-Qin period, there were more than 3,000 folk poems.
However, after Confucius' reorganization, it has been cut out of shape, leaving only ten chapters.
If there was no explanation for this, even Huangda would not believe it.
.......
"My little friend, I'm wondering why I cut down more than three thousand poems to three hundred?" An old voice suddenly sounded in the Six Classics Pavilion.
At this moment, a mighty righteousness burst out from the Six Meridians, and finally the shadow of an old man condensed, which looked very similar to the rumored Confucius.
Xunzi once said: Zhongni's appearance is like a veiled face.
Zhuangzi once said: When you cultivate up, you tend to go down; when you are stooped and your ears are back, you look like you are encircling the world.
It is recorded in the Historical Records: There was someone at the east gate, his chin was like Yao's, his neck was like Gao Tao, and his shoulders were like Zi Chan, but his head was less than three inches lower than Yu's, and he was as heavy as a bereaved dog.
The Confucian master is not kind at all. He looks like a butcher and a gang leader.
The master is nine feet tall and six inches tall.
"Liezi" records: Confucius' strength can open the gates of the country. "Lu Shi Chun Qiu" says: Confucius' strength can open the gates of the country, but he is not willing to use his strength to hear it.
Huang looked at this sage master of Confucianism, and it turned out that he was indeed the same as the rumors. He was a fierce man with seventy-two disciples and three thousand thugs!
Looking at the shadow, Huang bowed to Confucius and said, "You are a late scholar, but I have met the Master!"
"Young man, you are very good!"
The Master chuckled and became more vicious.
At this moment, Huang bowed solemnly to Confucius: "Master, please clarify my doubts!"
"A large part of the Book of Human Poetry is about praising gods and heaven..."
"When I was traveling around the world, I suddenly had an idea, that is, to delete the Book of Songs and use time as a sword..."
"Haha, it seems to be working well!"
Huang looked at his master with a smile on his face and said nothing for a long time.
The more he understood, the more terrifying he found that the clouds and fog shrouding the sky above the Central Plains were even more terrifying.
Everyone left something behind.
However, these backhands are not unified.
In other words, they all want to do something for this world.
However, there is no unified deployment or unified command. It is all up to you to do whatever you think of.
In this way, the situation in the world becomes more complicated and confusing.
Doing so would simply not be able to gather the power of the Central Plains and allow them to form the energy to strike back.
"Three hundred poems!"
"Although it can reduce the birth of faith and erase the traces of the existence of immortals and Buddhas, it also leaves the Central Plains with a blank understanding of them!"
Huang looked directly at Confucius and said in a solemn tone: "On this land, a piece of ancient history has been buried. In the current world,
I know nothing about the history before the Zhou royal family! "
"Only a few words remain in the depths of the tomb!"
At this moment, Confucius was stunned.
"Young man, do you think I have done something wrong?"
Confucius looked solemnly and stared at Huang, his eyes flashing fiercely.
Hearing this, Huang shook his head: "Master, any decision is a double-edged sword!"
"Maybe your intentions are good!"
"However, until the end of the matter, it is impossible to judge whether this matter will be good or bad for the world!"
"Sometimes, redemption is also a dilemma!"
"In this world, the ancient inheritance is born, the world of monks frequently enters the human world, and the feudal princes in the human world are fighting. An unprecedented change is just around the corner!"
"Master, this world is destined to be shrouded in darkness. The land of the Central Plains is covered with blood and bones!"
.......
"We are also looking for a way to save the world!"
"I just haven't found it yet!"
Confucius looked at Huang and said word by word: "If you want to change, how can you not experience blood and bones? The light of the world is destined to trample on blood and bones."
"The years back then may seem dull, but in fact they were more miserable and despairing."
"This world is getting better little by little!"
Having said this, Confucius immediately smiled bitterly: "I am also looking for the path of Confucianism. Your words today have benefited me a lot!"
"Although you have good Confucian talents, you have followed the path of a martial artist after all. All I have learned is of no use to you!"
At this time, Confucius pointed out, and the whole person became more illusory, and a pure aura of awe-inspiring righteousness fell on the Great Qin Dragon Bird.
"The right way in the world is Haoran!"
As soon as the words fell, Confucius' shadow disappeared.
This made Huang a little crazy. He also wanted to ask what happened back then and what Confucius knew.
How many fellow travelers are there?
However, the Master did not give him this opportunity.
Holding the handle of the knife, Huang was able to feel the changes in the Great Qin Dragon Bird. The seed of Haoran appeared in its body.
From Master's words, Huang could feel that those people were very powerful.
It is so powerful that the world is full of sorrow, and it is destined to replace the sky with blood.
This once again deepened the heaviness and urgency in Huang's heart. He just wanted to ask for immortality and freedom.
However, the more he understood, the clearer Huang became that it was not difficult to live forever.
Find an old forest deep in the mountains, get up and practice, and extend your life.
However, it is too difficult to ask for great freedom!
Unless it is to kill the immortals and Buddhas who are high up in the sky, sitting on the clouds, overlooking the human world, one by one.
Before this, he had great confidence.
Because of the martial arts he cultivated, his attack was extremely powerful.
However, the more he understood, he found that the water in the world was too deep and he might not be able to grasp it.
Stronger than the master, stronger than the Taoist leader!
No, it has disappeared, and there is no way to save the world!
After closing the "Poetry", Huang did not continue to read the other Five Classics.
The Six Classics were passed down in the Central Plains, and even the Qin State had copies.
The shadow of the Confucius disappeared, and the Six Classics Pavilion was just an ordinary place from now on. Only the original handwriting of the Confucius could give some comfort to the Confucian scholars.
After closing the door, Huang walked out of Liujing Pavilion.
He did not mention the Master's appearance to Confucianism. Today's Confucianism is too weak to keep any secrets.
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