Chapter 970: The Fake Confucian Saint Meets the Real Saint, and Three Opportunities Are Given to the World

A rainbow light shot straight into the sky, the fairy gate in the void opened, fairy flowers bloomed in the void, fairies scattered flowers, and divine sounds murmured. The clay statue of the saint seemed to be pulled hard by someone, and slowly slid into the gate, and the majestic figure gradually disappeared.

Above the sky, billowing black clouds continued to gather. This was aimed at Xu Xin. Many of the things he did in the human world were very bad for the immortals in the heaven. Naturally, what was aimed at him was heaven's punishment.

As for Zhang Fuyao, the first Confucian sage, the Heavenly Realm had a different attitude. It dragged him into the Immortal Sect and wanted to "recruit" the old man surnamed Zhang, the first Confucian patriarch.

This kind of formation is like a grand opening for a wealthy family in the world, welcoming distinguished guests.

The old Confucian scholar looked up at the sky, then raised his foot, stepped on the ground, and took root.

It was as if strong winds were blowing behind the old man, and his sleeves were rustling, as if he was about to be sent to the gate of heaven, but he himself remained motionless, just to stay in the human world.

"My old body and bones, which have been buried in the ground for hundreds of years, can't withstand such a torment!"

"You want to force me to go to heaven?"

Zhang Fuyao looked at Xu Xin. With his hair on his temples fluttering, he suddenly turned his head, his eyes were cold, and he said in a serious tone: "Lu Dongxuan can pass through the Tianmen and return, but I can't do it? If I can't, I really don't want to!"

The old man turned around and finally turned his back to Tianmen and faced Xu Xin, "A tree will wither and a man will die! I will let you know today that even if you, Xu Longxiang, have an unparalleled iron cavalry and the most powerful force in the world, you will also have It’s time to accept your fate!”

Xu Xin faced the strong wind and just smiled and said: "Old man Zhang, how do you think future generations will evaluate you? Will they ridicule you as "the person who knows what cannot be done but does it"?"

As Xu Xin spoke, he pressed down with his palm. Zhang Fuyao, who had just said so generously to make Xu Xin accept his fate, was knocked to the ground. At the same time, facing his fall to the ground, the Heavenly Gate and the Black Cloud Heavenly Tribulation disappeared together. It was broken by Xu Xin with a palm.

"Ahem..."

Amidst the exclamations of countless students in the Shangyin Academy, the Confucian and Taoist Patriarch, who was covered in blood, staggered to his feet. The corners of his mouth were bleeding, but he did not wipe them. Instead, he closed his eyes, as if he was listening. What.

"The article emphasizes mourning but not hurting, but on the battlefield it says that soldiers who mourn will win. Which one is right?"

"Scholars write articles that hurt their nerves, but how many of them really put in their heart and soul? But in war, people die, and it is strange to have immortal people."

The blood blurred his face, so it was impossible to see his expression clearly. It was unclear whether he was in pain, sadness, regret, relief, or something else.

The founder of Confucianism and Taoism suddenly laughed loudly and looked up to the sky with laughter.

Desolation, sadness, joy, a mixture of emotions.

The old man suddenly shouted to the sky: "I, the scholar, have been since Zhang Fuyao. Although I am good at cultivating the aura of greatness, I never seek immortality! Get out of your mother's cycle of heaven!"

"I have been guarding the world for eight hundred years, and I have watched these immortals gesticulating for eight hundred years. I have long seen through what kind of bullshit you are. I, Zhang Fuyao, don't need any bullshit gifts from immortals. If I lose, I lose. It’s not like Zhang Fuyao can’t afford to lose.”

When Zhang Fuyao's voice fell, there was a thunderbolt in the sky. Something seemed to explode in the void, and a faint sound like a muffled groan could be heard.

The battle between Zhang Fuyao and Xu Xin is not only paying attention to the world, but also the so-called immortals in the heaven, and they are even more concerned.

Some of the things Xu Xin did in the human world had a great impact on them. If he really takes over the world, the immortals will not even have the means to interfere in the human world now. This is absolutely not allowed.

If the immortals in the heaven want to solve the trouble, it is best to get rid of Xu Xin, but Xu Xin is already in the human world. If the immortals go to the lower world, they will be suppressed by the heavens and then easily killed by Xu Xin, so those people can only look for the human world. Represented by the strong, they engage in the practice of giving gifts from immortals.

But it was obvious that Old Man Zhang did not give them face and was not willing to become a sword in the hands of immortals. He suppressed the human world for eight hundred years, maybe he had some selfish motives, but it was true that he hated heaven and immortals and did not want to ascend and protect the human world.

"Xu Longxiang, let me ask you!"

"The new grains are basking in the sun, the oranges are hanging high, the fishermen are covering their raincaps, the old farmers are carrying hoes, women are picking mulberries, young children are herding cattle, and old women are pounding clothes... The armor is clanging, the drums are beating like thunder, the cavalry is protruding, arrows are raining down, and the smoke is everywhere. There are corpses everywhere...Have you seen everything in the world?"

"I've seen a lot more than you, do you want to see it?"

Xu Xin stood opposite Zhang Fuyao, and a rainbow light formed a halo behind his head, interpreting an infinitely wonderful world experience.

Zhang Fuyao did not resist, and allowed the colorful light to invade his body. He closed his eyes to comprehend, and sat cross-legged, as if he was discussing Taoism with Xu Xin.

Huang Longshi, who was a little further away, glanced at the two of them, took out an old book, sat down secretly, closed his eyes and flipped through the book.

"Crash..."

Huang Longshi turned the pages of the book very quickly. He quickly opened his eyes and murmured: "My dear, this is..."

"If you are strong, you can help the world; if you are poor, you can only take care of yourself!"

"Seal the wolf to live in Xu, Yan Ran pulls the stone, drinks the horse from the vast sea, and leaves his name in the history...Feng Taishi, as Zhongfu, beat the king, avoid death, punish the minister...I am not Wang Mang, and I don't want to be Huo Guang... Haiyan He Qing, when a saint comes out... The three words of immortality are built by virtue and meritorious service. If a fake Confucian saint meets a true saint, what will Old Man Zhang win? "

Huang Longshi's eyes became brighter and brighter, and he sighed with emotion: "I thought that I was the limit of a scholar by straightening the scholar's back and putting shackles on the warrior. It turns out, it turns out...it turns out that I am just sitting in a well and looking at the sky, a frog at the bottom of the well..."

Huang Longshi always believed that what he did was right. Although many people died in the Spring and Autumn War and the confrontation between the two dynasties, in his opinion, some sacrifices were necessary. He, Huang Sanjia, was definitely a model of scholars in this era.

The Spring and Autumn War was a period of national ritual collapse and music was broken. Scholars lost their integrity. It was Huang Longshi who "established his mind for heaven and earth, established his destiny for the people, inherited the lost knowledge for the past sages, and opened peace for all generations".

First, he straightened the crooked spine of the scholars in the Spring and Autumn Period, and then put shackles on the warriors who relied on force to violate the ban in the Spring and Autumn Period. He almost turned the world upside down with his own strength, and clearly divided the two dynasties into three parts, Liyang and Liangmang, laying the foundation for true world peace.

In the past, Huang Longshi felt that he had done his best, but after truly understanding what Xu Xin did to become a saint in that life, he felt ashamed for the first time for not wanting to enter the temple, and regretted for the lives that were killed and injured in the Spring and Autumn War and the confrontation between the two dynasties...

"Hahahaha..."

"So this is the real scholar becoming a saint. Zhang Fuyao lost. It's okay to see the real saint and admit his mistakes... People in later generations may not be worse than their predecessors. They have the words of their predecessors as a mirror. What people in later generations say should be more correct than their predecessors. The ancestors are not enough to follow..."

The first generation of Confucian saint Zhang Fuyao stood up suddenly and bowed to Xu Xin, putting an end to this debate on Taoism. He, Zhang Fuyao, lost, and he was wrong.

"After staying in the world for eight hundred years, I should really leave something for the world..."

Zhang Fuyao shouted softly, and his body dispersed into billions of halos and turned into a rainbow and left.

The world only saw three rainbows, one for Cao Changqing, one for Xuanyuan Jingcheng, and one escaped from the sky and entered the earth, remaining in the world, waiting for the next promising Confucian saint, the real seed of reading.

On this day, Zhang Fuyao, the first generation Confucian saint who lived for 800 years, disappeared from the world.

On this day, Confucianism and Taoism produced two saints of the immortal realm on land, Guanzi Wudi Qingyi Cao Changqing, and Huishan Daxueping Xuanyuan Jingcheng.

On the same day, Xu Xin combined the three religions into one, and he might be invincible in heaven and earth, but he had not tried it yet. He was waiting for some people's means, waiting to give those people a bigger surprise.

When the light of the Moral Forest dissipated, 100,000 Beiliang Iron Cavalry left Shangyin Academy.

However, this time, there were many more people in the Iron Cavalry team, who were the teachers and students of Shangyin Academy, just because of Zhang Fuyao's words, you can see the real saint...