A wisp of awe-inspiring energy, a thousand miles of joyful wind!
Yang Feng and others came to the sixth pass of Fumo Peak and became saints in literature and art.
Everywhere in Demon-Conquering Peak is not a decoration. In the world of mortals thousands of years ago, a hundred schools of thought contended and a hundred flowers bloomed.
It's a pity that among the three religions and nine streams in the world of mortals in the past, Buddhism is the only one that survives in this world.
As for what is still hanging on, it is Confucianism in front of us.
The great Confucian of the time was Kong Shengqiu.
"This is where literature and Taoism become sacred. Here there is the strange power to turn decay into magic. Writing a pen stops fighting, and poetry becomes a Taoist rhyme."
Rao Yixue couldn't help but speak. It was obvious that this righteousness had disturbed the girl's thoughts.
"Confucian sage, Kong Shengqiu?! It is said that he did not become a sage through literature, failed to overcome the tribulation, and rebuilt the army? What now..."
"It seems that it is the work of the Lord of the Red Dust Realm again. Fortunately, I am now more and more curious about what the Lord of the Red Dust Realm is doing and why. The people imprisoned in the Demon-Conquering Peak are all the most talented people in the world."
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After entering Wen Dao, Yang Feng only felt that the air here was extremely fresh, even carrying the faint fragrance of a virgin.
On this road, there is no killing or fighting, and it is full of the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers.
However, the only thing that disfigures the scenery is that there is a statue with a broken arm. On the surface, this statue is a woman.
Whether it is the corrosion of time or the polishing of raindrops, the body of the statue has been extremely worn, and it can only be roughly recognized by its outline.
The statue in front of me is that of a woman.
"Who is this woman? Why is there a sculpture of her standing on this literary street?"
Through the general senses displayed by the statue, Yang Feng could vaguely guess the appearance of the woman during her lifetime. She must have been a shocking existence, right?
"She? The first wife of the Confucian sage and the last wife of the Confucian sage, Lin Qingya."
Even though one arm of the statue was damaged, her behavior and expression seemed to be extraordinary.
"Lin Qingya, what a good name."
“Is this literary world a dead end, with no one at all?”
They had been on the Wen Dao for a while, but still found nothing.
Fandu thought he could keep his temper, but now he couldn't help but wonder whether the Confucian sage was still alive.
"Don't be impatient. Thanks to you, little monk, you still eat fast and chant Buddha's name on weekdays. Now you have no patience at all. No wonder the abbot of your Duchen Temple doesn't teach you the magical powers of Buddhism."
Buddhist Kung Fu emphasizes external and internal skills.
External Kung Fu is the magical power of Vajra and Demon Subduing used by Fan Du. Similar Buddhist seventy-two unique skills are called Buddhist external skills.
Kung Fu and the mind, the mind focuses on the inside, the exercises focus on the outside, cultivate both the inside and the outside.
However, Fan Du does not have that blessing and can only practice external skills and temper his bones and body.
"Ahem! Who said that? The abbot thinks that I am young and not yet stable."
Fan Du quickly defended himself.
"Hey! To explain is to cover up, to cover up is to make up stories."
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Rao Yixue, who had always been silent, couldn't help but joke a few words.
The literary path is paved with bluestone slabs, and every bluestone slab is covered with moss.
White jade, at the end of the steps.
There is only one stone sculpture, holding a stone book in one hand.
With his free hand, he held a stone pen.
The deeply sunken stone pupils looked down.
His eyes seemed to penetrate the earth.
Until, go to the end of the steps.
So vast,
What is the sea of books?
What is poetry?
Become a saint through literature and transcend the mortal world.
"If life is just like the first time we met, why should the autumn wind draw a fan sadly?"
"once having seen the best, the rest is not worthwhile looking."
"The worst thing that can't be retained in this world is the beauty of a beautiful lady, the beauty of the mirror, the beauty of the tree."
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“You don’t know where love starts, but it goes deep!”
These poems and songs were painted on a sky screen.
One sentence after another, one love poem after another, in the end, all lovers in the world have become dependents.
A Confucian sage of a generation, he became a saint through his literature. In the past, he ruled the world, and his beauty was also unparalleled.
Now, the beautiful woman has passed away, and the Confucian saints have been dismissed, leaving only a wall of poems. Who should I tell them to?
boom!
boom!
Click!
Boom!
The surface of the stone carving was shattered, and on the canopy at the end of the steps, the handwriting that could only be barely recognized glowed with a dazzling golden light.
After the stone sculpture was completely shattered, a man in green clothes stepped out with one step. He didn't have a three-foot green blade, let alone a seven-foot spear.
Lift a pen lightly, and the brush will spread out ink on the sky.
"Don't leave the time behind when it passes. It will overwhelm the forest and lose its romance.
Beautiful women have been like famous generals since ancient times, and they are not allowed to grow old in the world. "
It only adds to the desolation and helplessness.
The man in a green shirt has white hair like snow, hanging loosely on his shoulders.
He has a long beard and shows his scholarly spirit in every gesture.
"Confucian sage, Confucius sage?!"
Kong Shengqiu broke out of the sculpture, and a poem ended his life.
It also vividly expresses his attachment to his wife, Lin Qingya.
Since I was a Buddhist, I was secretly sad after seeing this poem.
yes! Beauties and famous generals all have a bad life, and it is useless for them to want to die in peace.
"Hahaha! Who are these people? Where do they come from and where are they going?"
After picking up his pen and swiping ink, Kong Shengqiu turned around and stared at a few people.
Even after thousands of years, his eyes are not stained by dust, and his eyes are sharp and compelling.
"Senior Confucian Sage, we were chased by a powerful enemy and mistakenly entered the Demon Subduing Peak. Now we just want to leave here."
Yang Feng bowed and saluted, and then spoke respectfully.
"With an unparalleled mortal body, he was taboo in the world of mortals. He survived the tribulation and became an immortal, and finally fell into the world of mortals. Do you know what year it is now?" m.
When he woke up after "sleeping up", Kong Shengqiu no longer knew what year it was, but he could only vaguely sense that a long time had passed.
Practicing does not count the years, one day dreams for thousands of years.
"Senior is now a thousand years later."
Yang Feng didn't dare to neglect him. Although the man in green shirt in front of him had no slight fluctuation in cultivation, if he wanted to, even if the four of them put together, it wouldn't be enough to die eight hundred times.
"A thousand years? Has this sleep lasted a thousand years? No wonder..."
Kong Shengqiu's eyes were always fixed at the bottom of the white jade steps. The broken arm, with its somewhat beautiful stone sculpture, never moved even half an inch.
His thoughts once again returned to a thousand years ago, when he was admired by the world, surrounded by beautiful women, and unparalleled in magnificence, and he only survived the tribulation in one day.
After a big dream, the beauty withered, and he himself was half disabled.
Jingyi, Yang Feng, Fandu, and Rao Yixue were silent for a long time. Kong Shengqiu recalled the past like a fleeting time, but in the end it was just a mirror.
"Ah hahaha! Qingya, my husband is back. Please open your eyes and look at me. Qingya, don't sleep!"
Lin Qingya was the person he loved most in his life. Unfortunately, he once had too much obsession with becoming a saint.
With obsession, he regretted it the moment he fell into a deep sleep. He looked at the beautiful woman in tears and felt the burning heart.
He really wanted to love again in this life, not for fame or profit, but just to hold his son's hand and grow old together with him.
Live your whole life and live up to your beauty!
The cold stone sculpture touched Kong Shengqiu's heart that had been silent for thousands of years. Not to mention failure now, even if she succeeded, she would never respond to a cold stone statue now.
Her laughter nightmare can only appear in her dreams.
Some people died, but not completely...
