Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism have a long history.
Compared with Buddhism, which was suppressed by Beimang and Liyang, and became increasingly sluggish, and Taoism, which has always been tepid, Confucianism has been the mainstay of major dynasties since its birth.
The old Confucian scholar in front of me has a great background, a very great one.
When the Dafeng Dynasty was founded, the status of Confucianism rose rapidly. In subsequent dynasties, this man was revered by kings as the most holy teacher.
Countless civil servants, whether famous or not, were worshiped by his side during his lifetime, which was regarded as a supreme honor.
The Zhang Family Holy Mansion and the Tianshi Mansion in Longhu Mountain have been sacred to the north and south for 800 years, and complement each other.
But no one really thinks that the Zhao family can rival the Zhang family, especially in the minds of scholars all over the world. The Zhao family, who is a prime minister in feathers, is probably not worthy of carrying shoes for the Zhang family.
The humble old Confucian scholar in front of him was Zhang Fuyao, the first generation of Confucian saints. He should have been dead for eight hundred years.
But he is still alive.
He also lived for eight hundred years.
Among the saints of the three religions in the world, Confucianism has the least saints. Even if they do appear, such as Xuanyuan Jingcheng and Huang Longshi are just short-lived.
It is precisely because there is a Confucian sage named Zhang Fuyao who has been able to determine luck for eight hundred years.
The sage of the Zhang family looked at Gou Youfang and said with a smile: "You rarely drink. After drinking this bowl of wine, go out for a walk and sober up, so as not to get drunk and ask me, an old man, to take care of you."
"I understand, sir." Gou Youfang was startled, then drank the bowl of wine in his hand, and walked out of the wine shop with some staggering steps.
"I have been in the world for eight hundred years, and I have seen people carrying knives, wearing swords, and reading. I have also seen people who are extremely dirty and people who have sacrificed their lives for charity. Especially the war in the Spring and Autumn Period, which was really wonderful. After that, no matter the court, Jianghu did not disappoint, there was Zhang Julu who opened the way for all people, and there was Xianzhi, the second king of the East China Sea."
The sage of the Zhang family turned his gaze to Emperor Murong Tong again, his tone as calm as ever.
In other words, for this saint who has lived in the world for eight hundred years, he has seen too much, and there are very few people or things that can set off ripples in his heart.
"I can count on one hand the number of things that can surprise me. You are one of them, and the most difficult for me to guess. Huang Longshi told me many things about future generations, and also told me about many people, but Without you, maybe you would also be the page-turner who fell into the book."
Yu Liancheng smiled slightly and said: "What about the people who read the book, and what about the people in the book? Now that it is in the book, it is time to write a magnificent picture with ink, so that future generations can see the style of the ancestors, and finally Fortunately, I have written an obscure but mysterious article several times, which will make future generations of literati memorize it to death."
The sage of the Zhang family looked up at the sky: "It's difficult. It's difficult."
"Why is it so difficult?"
The sage of the Zhang family looked up at the sky: "I have been guarding the world for eight hundred years, and I have also watched the immortals in heaven pointing fingers for eight hundred years. Now they are getting more and more aggressive. If the people of this world follow their rules, maybe you have the ability to leave your name in history, but In their plan, they want you to bear countless infamy."
Yu Liancheng also looked at the sky and said something that was very inconsistent with his temperament: "Then do it."
The saint of the Zhang family laughed heartily.
The other guests in the wine shop looked over with surprise and ecstasy in their eyes.
The turmoil caused by the previous clash of bowls between Yu Liancheng and the Zhang family saint was so great that it was difficult for them not to pay attention.
Now Yuliancheng has dispersed the spiritual thoughts lingering around him and returned to his original appearance. That handsome face can be said to be the most beautiful in the country. Every move reveals his unparalleled elegance. Even the fluttering black sleeves are like black clouds. It hangs down and covers the sky and the sun.
Most people were extremely excited, and their minds went blank except for one thought.
"I actually drank with Alliance Leader Murong!?"
The boss lady who was secretly looking at it was also extremely happy. Although the wine table was turned into powder for some reason, it was the bench that Alliance Leader Murong had sat on. No matter how much money I gave, she would not buy it. She would use it as a treasure of the store and a family heirloom. precious.
The sage of the Zhang family gradually stopped smiling: "This time, I came here to take a look at Xu Weixiong, the king of Northern Liang. After all, Huang Longshi is also my disciple. Although many of his ideas are contrary to mine, he chose Those who carry on my mantle can also be considered my disciples and grandsons."
Yu Liancheng said calmly: "Don't worry, when you see her, you will know that she is truly a woman, and the talent in her chest is definitely not inferior to anyone else."
The Zhang family saint's topic changed quickly and bluntly: "What do you think of the people in heaven?"
Yu Liancheng said: "It's too lenient to dictate."
The sage of the Zhang family was silent for a long time and said: "Earlier you asked me to leave one person, now I'm going to let you leave one person."
Yu Liancheng threw a piece of broken silver to the proprietress and smiled apologetically for the damaged wine table. He took out another wine glass, no need for a wine bottle, raised his head and drank two sips, speaking with great boldness.
"Okay, let's go one."
The sage of the Zhang family shouted: "Zhang Fuyao and Emperor Murong Tong are hundreds of miles away."
He holds the Heavenly Constitution in his mouth, follows the law when he speaks it, and one word becomes a prophecy.
This is the Confucian saint.
next moment.
The figures of Emperor Murong Tong and the saint of the Zhang family disappeared in a flash, leaving only ripples on the place where they stood. Everything that happened before seemed like a mirror.
The wine shop pondered for a long time, and soon there was a roar of discussion. Some people looked excited, while others sighed sadly. The old man was obviously not an ordinary person, and he always followed the rules.
The two people's "walk away" was obviously not about drinking another glass of wine, but a competition, otherwise they wouldn't have gone a hundred miles away.
"Madam boss, sell me the scrap of silver that Murong Wudi threw at you earlier."
"Leader Murong sold me the stool he had previously sold, and I paid one hundred, no! Three hundred taels of silver."
A group of martial arts people rushed towards Boss Nian, especially the heroines and fairies who were the most excited.
"If you don't want to buy it, don't buy it." The proprietress smiled from ear to ear. This is a family heirloom. Even if you really want to buy it, you have to find a good buyer.
Suddenly, the proprietress kicked her eyes, looked at a heroine who was running away with a bench in her arms, picked up her broom and chased after her: "That woman, put down my bench quickly."
…
This group of martial arts people guessed right.
The "take one" between the Zhang family saint and Yu Liancheng was indeed a wonderful contest.
Yu Liancheng was holding a nameless broken sword. The golden light flowed from the sword and was filled with sharp energy.
As Yu Liancheng swung out his sword, a bright sword light suddenly appeared between the sky and the earth. Wherever the sword light went, all the mountains, rocks, grass and trees disintegrated into pieces and turned into a piece of powder, heading straight towards the saint of the Zhang family.
The sage of the Zhang family raised his arm, stretched out a finger, and said with a smile: "The benevolent are happy."
Boom!
The earth was shaking, as if rolling mountains were rising from the ground, blocking the light of Murong Tonghuang's sword.
The speed of the sword light suddenly slowed down, and it was far from being said to be unstoppable.
It needs to break through mountains to attack the Zhang family saint, but it is unwavering.
The saint of the Zhang family, with one hand behind his back, saw the sword light getting closer and closer, frowned, and said in a deep voice: "A wise man loves water."
The hand behind his back shook his wrist lightly, and the pool dozens of feet away was like a green dragon drawing water. A magnificent water column as thick as the mouth of a well suddenly rose up, like a water dragon, and violently collapsed the lake. Tu, broke through the sword light and rushed towards Yulian City.
Yu Liancheng raised his palm and pressed it casually, but with an immeasurably vast and majestic palm power, he easily defeated the water dragon.
"Sure enough, he is a peerless martial artist who has not been seen in thousands of years, but my Confucian methods are not just lip service." The sage of the Zhang family chuckled and said: "I want you Murong Wudi to know, what does our Confucianism mean to cultivate life and nourish one's breath, and what does it mean to use The awe-inspiring energy resonates with heaven and earth.”
The old Confucian scholar lightly stamped his foot, not as powerfully as a martial arts master, but just like an old farmer from the country stepping on his crops at random.
Boom!
However, the next movement was not small.
The Qi energy condensed behind the sage of the Zhang family, and a clay statue slowly appeared, sitting majestically, dozens of feet high, about as high as the Lotus Peak of Wudang Mountain.
This clay sculpture holding a scroll can be said to be more popular, more widely distributed, and more familiar to the world than any other statue in the world.
Zhang's ancestral hall, the imperial palace in the capital, the Confucius Temple, the academy, the academy...
The sound of reading aloud can be heard everywhere.
Let alone the Central Plains, it is not uncommon even in Beimang.
This is the statue of the Zhang family saint.
The sage of the Zhang family flipped his palm carelessly and said with a smile: "The changes in the sea are just a thought."
The clay statue of the saint behind him unfolded the scroll in his hand. The scroll was named "Spring and Autumn", and the Spring and Autumn period flourished. The awe-inspiring brilliance shed from the scroll is the condensation of countless years of spring and autumn.
No matter flowers, plants, trees, birds or animals, once they are tainted by the brilliance, they immediately seem to have experienced countless years of brilliance, the branches and leaves are withered, and the animals are old.
Yu Liancheng raised his finger.
Buzz!
The invisible aura opens up.
This is a self-contained world where the celestial magic field is mixed with the celestial phenomena.
The brilliance was blocked from this aura.
"Interesting." The sage of the Zhang family smiled calmly: "The first grade of Confucianism is the celestial phenomena, but in my heart, I have some mysterious insights, and I want to distinguish them from the world."
The statue of the saint raised an arm and pointed his finger at the empty point.
Buzz!
The heaven and earth trembled.
Where the saint's clay statue points its fingers, thick white auras the size of palace pillars and beams constantly appear.
This is the mysterious fingering technique of the Zhang family saint.
Gang Qi constantly bombarded the invisible aura, and the aura kept shaking, giving people the feeling that it was about to collapse.
The clay statue of the saint dropped the scroll and opened his palms together. As the air trembled, an unprecedented snow-white aura appeared and suddenly hit the aura.
Wow!
There was a sound like a broken mirror.
The invisible aura finally collapsed.
The snow-white aura rushed forward and blasted towards Yulian City.
Yu Liancheng frowned slightly, waved his fist, and punched as high as the sky, defeating the snow-white aura with one punch.
The next moment, Yu Liancheng's figure flashed and suddenly appeared behind the statue of the saint of the Zhang family. He waved the nameless broken sword in his hand, and the statue was split into two, and large tracts of soil collapsed in all directions.
"You are a Confucian saint, why do you talk so much in a fight?" It was only then that Yu Liancheng spoke.
"There are so many sayings in the world, why can't you just listen to an old man like me?"
The saint of the Zhang family raised his arm and touched it casually, and three feet of Qinggang Qi suddenly appeared. There was a look of reminiscence on his face, and he sighed: "Probably future generations only know my knowledge, but they don't know that traveling abroad, studying in Confucianism, and wearing Confucian clothes and swords all come from me."
The sage of the Zhang family pointed the three feet of Qinggang Qi at Emperor Murong Tong: "Everyone says that Chief Murong's sword skills are unparalleled, no less than those of the two sword gods. Please enlighten me."
"Okay, let me teach Zhang Shengren."
Yu Liancheng chuckled, and illusory shadows walked out of his body, exactly like himself. In the blink of an eye, there seemed to be hundreds of Emperor Murong Tong in front of the saint of the Zhang family, holding nameless broken swords. After a moment, the nameless broken swords swung in unison, spreading an endless sword net.
"It's somewhat similar to the Taoist Sect guy who transformed into the Three Pure Ones together." The Zhang family saint murmured to himself, the three feet of green energy in his hand surged, and countless green sword energy faced the sword net.
Boom!
In an instant, the energy exploded one after another, as if there were hundreds of thousands of confrontations in one moment. The soil within a hundred feet radius was blown away by a heavy sword energy.
…
I don't know how long it took, but two figures rolled out of the smoke and dust, and suddenly landed hundreds of feet away.
The Zhang family saint's clothes and hair showed signs of being scorched. His clothes were scratched and he looked a little embarrassed. He sighed: "The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead. I have been guarding this world for eight hundred years. This time, I have amazing descendants like you. Maybe we can really cut off the connection between heaven and earth and restore freedom to the world."
"On the occasion of the second war in Liangmang, there are immortals falling like rain. Before we can cut off the separation between heaven and man, let me, an old man, resist the pressure of heaven."
boom!
The Confucian luck accumulated by the Zhang family saints for eight hundred years soared into the sky.
There are two immortal people in the world, one is the young eunuch of Tai'an City, and the other is the first generation of Confucian saints. It's just that unlike the young eunuch, the Confucian sage Zhang Fuyao wanted to gain popularity in the world and wanted to return true freedom to everyone in the world.
"I have seen the mountains and rivers of the world for eight hundred years, but I still haven't seen enough. Having monopolized Confucian destiny for eight hundred years, it's time to give it back to the world's scholars."
At this moment, a hand pressed on the shoulder of the saint of the Zhang family.
The sage of the Zhang family turned around and saw Emperor Murong Tong, who smiled and scolded: "Stop talking nonsense, if you can withstand the pressure from heaven and make it difficult for heaven and man to descend, wouldn't it be boring for me? You haven't met King Beiliang yet, she But I also want to meet the blind piano master from Shangyin Academy’s Merit Forest.”
"But one thing you said is right. It's time for you to return the luck of Confucianism to the scholars in the world."
"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road, whenever he encounters familiar people, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There was no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they were indifferent to everything.
To this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, there are also some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
Then he will be promoted step by step, and he is expected to eventually become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possessing the memory of a previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Unlike other places in the Demon Suppressing Division that were full of chills, the attic here seemed to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppressing Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment changes in vain.
The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, making him frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood on everyone in the Demon-Suppressing Division.
