Chapter 371: Self-Shattering Taoist Heart

Zhang Liang felt that he could achieve the Dao in this life, so he was unwilling to do anything wrong.

Although questioning the mind and discussing the Tao will destroy the Taoist mind, it is also a kind of tempering and tempering. Even if Saint Meng comes out of the Ten Directions Forest of Merit in the future, he will not be able to say anything.

Questioning the mind and discussing the Tao is about the cultivation of the state of mind.

Mental state cultivation is useful even if it is useful, and it is useless even if it is not.

Just like today's old Confucian scholars, they have achieved the Tao and Fruit of the Sub-Sage, but they do not have the strength of the Sub-Sage.

The so-called Tao Fruit is just the upper limit to which one can successfully practice.

The upper limit of the way you can practice on this path you created.

Dao Fruit represents potential and the key to the road to heaven.

But to transform Tao Fruit into strength, you need to practice and accumulate step by step.

But when the realm is reached, isn't it just a matter of time to fill up the strength?

If Zhang Liang takes action to kill the old Confucian scholar, the nature of the attack will change. I am afraid that Meng Shengren will not be able to spare him when he comes out of seclusion.

Moreover, the laws of heaven and earth are changing now, and all old antiques are looking for ways to live forever.

Ever since that day when Cui Yu decreed to confer the title of God of the Earth, the entire laws of heaven and earth have changed. Qi practitioners cannot live forever, and even saints have begun to have a limit on their lifespan.

The ancestor of Great Zhou invited everyone to repair the Six Paths of Reincarnation. Why didn't the old antique from Zhenwu Mountain come forward? It is because the Six Paths of Reincarnation is the hope for everyone to have the opportunity to live forever.

Zhang Liang looked at the old Confucian scholar and then at Wang Yanchun from Zhenwu Mountain, and couldn't help but shrink back.

Wang Yanchun is one of the Seven Zhenwu Sons. Although he only erased the record of life and death and touched the realm of disaster, he is very smart in his human behavior. If it hadn't been for the delay in practicing the 'Three Three Immortals' method in these years, I would have already reached the realm of disaster.

The three or three immortal methods are very evil. Not only can they control the happiness, wealth and longevity of all living beings, they also have the effect of suppressing them.

Even the space nodes of the Dharma Realm and the Great Thousand Worlds can be suppressed.

Wang Yanchun looked at the old Confucian scholar, and then at the blood-stained arm. His eyes were full of gloom: "Good! Good! Good! Very good!"

He didn't have the means to regenerate his flesh and blood. If his arm was useless, he had to find a way to renew it.

Wang Yanchun's eyes turned and fell on Cui Yu, and his voice was cold: "I haven't asked you about your honor yet?"

He hates Cui Yu now.

He was full of words, but before he could say them, Cui Yu ruined them.

Even one of his arms fell off.

Cui Yu was stunned by Wang Yanchun's eyes: "Cui Yu."

"What a Cui Yu, our karma has been established." After Wang Yanchun finished speaking, he turned around and disappeared into the courtyard.

Zhang Liang looked at the old Confucian scholar with his eyes: "Ask the heart and discuss the Tao."

"I really didn't seek refuge with the Zhou Dynasty." The old Confucian scholar defended somewhat palely.

"Where's the evidence?" Zhang Liang looked at the old Confucian scholar: "I have received a secret report from the spies that Haoran's family has received supplies from the imperial court."

The old Confucian scholar was speechless when he heard this. How could he know that some bastard from Haoran's lineage had collected the materials from the imperial court.

At this time, Cui Yu, who was standing aside, turned his head with a guilty conscience.

The old Confucian scholar and Zhang Liang were sitting in the courtyard. Then Zhang Liang opened his mouth, and the next moment an invisible rhythm came to the old Confucian scholar's ears.

The old Confucian scholar listened to Zhang Liang's words with a calm face, looking towards the sky with his eyes, thinking about something, as if he was wandering outside.

"Sir, do you think human nature is fake?" Zhang Liang asked.

The old Confucian scholar was silent.

"I have a question to ask. If human nature is inherently false, how can a saint be in harmony with the Tao?" Zhang Liang asked.

"The nature of a saint can only be in harmony with the heart of heaven after it has been tempered for thousands of times, eliminating the false and retaining the true." The old Confucian scholar said unhurriedly.

"If you say so, then the mother's love for her child is also hypocritical?" Zhang Liang asked again.

The old Confucian scholar smiled: "That's love, it has nothing to do with nature."

"How can it be unrelated? In my opinion, that's the case. If human nature is fake, then is your respect for Saint Meng also fake?" Zhang Liang's every word was precise, and he pointed at the flaws of the old Confucian scholar.

The old Confucian scholar's face was expressionless, and he looked at Zhang Liang with a pair of eyes, his eyes a bit sad: "Human nature is inherently false, but through acquired learning, you can be good."

There is nothing wrong with what the old Confucian scholar said, and Zhang Liang can't find any fault with it.

"Oh? After studying? Then Chen Lu was taught by Meng Shengren, but she still betrayed Meng Shengren, causing Meng Shengren's heart to break. Is Meng Shengren's way fake? Can't educate human nature?" Zhang Liang looked at the other party.

Veins popped up on the old scholar's forehead, and anger was boiling in his eyes.

There is no doubt that Meng Shengren has now become his heartache.

"There are always some people in this world who have despicableness and shamelessness engraved in their bones, and even acquired education cannot correct them." The eyes of the old Confucian scholar were full of anger.

"If human nature cannot be corrected, what's the point of the Taoist Taoist Dao?" Zhang Liang looked at the old Confucian scholar: "What's the point of the saint's teachings? What's the point of your practice?"

"It's not that everything cannot be corrected. It's because of my shallow cultivation that I can only correct those who are destined." The old Confucian scholar retreated and looked at Zhang Liang with his eyes.

Zhang Liang looked at the old Confucian scholar and finally felt that he was a little difficult to deal with.

"Since your fellow Taoist has clearly understood the Great Dao, how can you discard the false and preserve the true?" Zhang Liang asked.

"Of course. If I can't eliminate the false and preserve the true, how can I attain Tao?" said the old Confucian scholar.

"Then is the Taoist friend real or fake now?" Zhang Liang thrust out his sword again.

"My Taoist friend is obviously very angry right now. He wishes he could yell at me, but he still has to keep his manners and etiquette and smile at me hypocritically. I don't know what this is?" Zhang Liang looked at the old Confucian scholar with his eyes.

"Of course it's hypocritical." The old Confucian scholar was silent for a long time and finally spoke.

"Then since Taoist friend has eliminated the false and retained the true, why are you still so hypocritical?" Zhang Liang said with a smile: "Does it mean that the hypocrisy of human nature cannot be eliminated at all?"

The old Confucian scholar frowned, with a hint of embarrassment in his eyes.

He had already noticed that something was wrong. This Zhang Liang was too difficult to deal with.

He was very sure that if he didn't handle it properly, he would be heartbroken.

If he said that the hypocrisy of human nature cannot be eradicated at all, then Zhang Liang asked, is father's love, mother's love, even his love for his master and his wife, everything hypocritical?

So the old Confucian scholar dare not say it!

"Fellow Taoist, please answer quickly." Zhang Liang looked at the old Confucian scholar with an aggressive look in his eyes.

The old Confucian scholar looked ugly. Following Zhang Liang's urging, Cui Yu only heard a crisp sound from the old Confucian scholar's body, and the condensed Taoist heart collapsed again.

Cui Yutong shrank, and Zhang Liang laughed loudly: "Chengyi! Chengyi!"

He wins!

Victory is effortless.

The old Confucian scholar looked calm and looked at Zhang Liang with his eyes.

Cui Yu looked at the old Confucian scholar with his eyes. The next moment, in Cui Yu's shocked eyes, he saw the body of the old Confucian scholar in the Dharma Realm trembling, and turned into countless runes, overwhelmingly breaking through the barrier between the two realms. , poured into the head of the old Confucian scholar.

Then a golden light burst out from the old Confucian scholar's hole, and the golden light turned into runes, which were imprinted on the earth's veins in the entire Daliang City, constantly connecting the earth's veins and laws of the entire Daliang City.

"What are you going to do?" Zhang Liang looked at the old Confucian scholar whose Taoist heart was broken, and saw the golden runes wrapped around Daliang City like chains, with a look of seriousness in his eyes.

Zhang Liang had already sensed something was wrong and rushed straight towards the old Confucian scholar.

But the old Confucian scholar glanced at Zhang Liang, and then uttered the word "pseudo" in his mouth. This is the way of the old Confucian scholar.

As the word "pseudo" merged into the void, the void within a radius of 800 miles in Daliang City was distorted, and the laws of heaven and earth changed.

"Tampering with heaven and earth, deceiving heaven and earth, this is called hypocrisy!"

"Reshape the false laws of heaven and earth and turn this world into my world. This is called falsehood!"

"You are changing the laws of heaven and earth! You can actually change the laws of heaven and earth, deceive the world, blind the world, and create false laws in this false world!

! "There was a hint of horror in Zhang Liang's eyes.

He noticed that his cultivation level was disappearing, and even the body that had merged into the Dharma Realm was transformed again.

"You're crazy! Even if your Taoist heart is broken, your cultivation will not disappear. If you continue to practice in the future, you may not have the opportunity to complete your Taoist heart. Are you crazy?" Zhang Liang rushed over, like an ordinary person. He rushed over, trying to throw the old Confucian scholar to the ground and interrupt his movements.

"Stop him!"

The old Confucian scholar looked at Cui Yu.

Cui Yu hesitated for a moment, then stamped his foot and kicked Zhang Liang away.

"Boy, how dare you be rude to me?" Zhang Liang was like a mortal at this time, throwing a dog to chew on shit and glaring at Cui Yu.

Cui Yu ignored Zhang Liang, but looked at the old Confucian scholar with his eyes, watching the old Confucian scholar's movements.

Over there, Zhang Liang knew that Cui Yu was stopping him, and his own cultivation had turned into flowing water. He was unable to stop the other party at all. He could only watch helplessly as the old Confucian scholar completed the final inscription.

The heaven and earth resonated, the Dharma Realm rolled, and the infinite energy of chaos spilled and was drawn here.

"As long as my laws of heaven and earth do not dissipate, the laws of heaven and earth within a radius of eight hundred miles will be tampered with. All monks who enter this place will become ordinary mortals." The body of the old Confucian scholar also transformed from the world of law, and his body was paralyzed. He fell to the ground, blood spurting out of his mouth, his eyes full of pride.

Burning his broken Taoist heart, he deceived the Dharma Realm and the world to win this pure land for Haoran's lineage.

Fake means pretending, false!

But if the entire world is false and the laws are false, what about the sentient beings inside?

Everything is fake!

Cultivation is also fake.

Cui Yutong shrank, and he could feel that his magical power and supernatural powers had disappeared.

Everything seemed like a dream, as if he had never had supernatural powers and was just an ordinary person.

Only the skin of gods and demons on his body, and the Gonggong blood flowing on the skin of gods and demons, told Cui Yu that he once had some cultivation.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! How did you get such a great ability?" Zhang Liang was a little panicked. He looked at his arms and legs that fell out of the Dharma Realm with horror in his eyes.

Once a person who has power loses it, you can imagine the feeling of insecurity and loss.

"I broke my Taoist heart and my cultivation. I used the earth's veins of Daliang City as a guide to stir up the divine veins of Kunlun Mountain. Only with the help of a certain rare treasure obtained from Kunlun Mountain can I obtain such divine power." The old Confucian said. He was breathing heavily, and blood was flowing out of his seven orifices.

"Why? Why?" Zhang Liang couldn't believe it, his eyes full of horror.

"You bastard, what have you done to my master? What have you done to my master?" At this moment, a roar came from the room, and Wang Yi, like a crazy leopard, threw Zhang Liang down. On the ground, go up and it will be a king's punch.

Poor Zhang Liang is a qi practitioner. At this time, all the laws of heaven and earth have turned into fake. His cultivation has turned into nothing, and he can't withstand the opponent's bastard punch.

"Bastard! How presumptuous!" When did Zhang Liang get thrown to the ground and start a fight like a gangster?

He stretched out his hands to fight back, but Wang Yi ignored him and allowed Zhang Liang's fist to hit his body, and then punched Zhang Liang's face with a crazy punch.

"Junior brother, come and help me!" Wang Yi shouted while beating.

Zhang Liang was Zhang Liang after all. He gradually stabilized his position and began to fight back. He and Wang Yi got into a fight. For a while, the fight was back and forth, regardless of the outcome.

Hearing Wang Yi's shouting, Cui Yu hesitated: "This man's name is Zhang Liang! I wonder if he is the Zhang Liang in history!"

But when he saw Wang Yi greeting him with a bruised nose and swollen face, Cui Yu's heart skipped a beat, and he pounced on him the next moment.

No matter what he is, fight him first and then talk about it.

Cui Yu has Gonggong's blood in his body. Now that Zhang Liang has transformed into a mortal body, how can he still be Cui Yu's opponent?

With one slap, Zhang Liang was thrown away and hit a big tree. Then he rolled his eyes, but he didn't faint. He just curled up with his belly in his arms.

"You bastard, you dare to come here and act wild, and you don't take a piss to look after yourself." Wang Yi rushed forward, held down Zhang Liang's body, and hit his head with a rain of pear blossoms.

"Stop." The old Confucian scholar shouted quickly.

Wang Yi stopped: "Master, we can't keep this kid! He actually broke your heart. We must kill him."

"Tie him up." The old Confucian scholar glanced at Zhang Liang, who had a bruised nose and swollen face, and could no longer see his true colors, and gave instructions.

Wang Yi found a rope and tied up Zhang Liang roughly.

"Li Ming, you can't do this." Zhang Liang shouted, but he didn't dare to struggle with his hands, for fear of suffering again: "Boy, I am from the lineage of Huang Shigong, and I inherit the Jiang Taigong tradition. How dare you confront me? Am I rude?".

"It doesn't matter what yellow or white stone you are, since you dare to harm our husband, I will teach you to suffer." Wang Yi quickly tied up Zhang Liang and hung him on the tree.

Cui Yu came to the old Confucian scholar and helped him up, with a hint of worry in his eyes.

The vitality in the old Confucian scholar's body is still there, but he seems like an old man in his twilight years.

Although his cultivation was ruined, his body was still in good condition.

"Master." Cui Yu looked at the old Confucian scholar with worry in his eyes.

"It's a pity that we can't clean up the family." There was a hint of disappointment in the eyes of the old Confucian scholar.

"In the future, this Daliang City can be used as the foundation of my Haoran lineage, and it can be regarded as a way for my disciples of the Haoran lineage to settle down and live." The old Confucian scholar looked at Cui Yu: "The future of the Haoran lineage will all depend on you. "

"There is nothing to be afraid of if your cultivation level is gone. Just cultivate it again." Cui Yu said.

"Cultivation for what? Switch to another school?" The old Confucian scholar shook his head: "I was born as a member of the Haoran lineage, and died as a ghost of the Haoran lineage. The road to the Haoran lineage has been cut off, so what's the use of rebuilding it?"

Cui Yu was silent when he heard this. He didn't understand the old Confucian scholar's insistence. In his opinion, the old Confucian scholar was a fool.

"My Tao is flawed and will be broken sooner or later. If I were alone, I would not be able to break my Tao heart. Instead, he came to discuss Tao with me and helped me to break my Tao heart." The Confucian scholar's eyes were full of sorrow.

Cui Yu looked at the old Confucian scholar, and suddenly a sense of enlightenment arose in his heart.

The old Confucian scholar has long known that if his Taoist heart is not broken for a moment, people outside will continue to come to him to talk about Taoism, until the wheel battle breaks his Taoist heart.

He defeated Wang Yanchun and came to Zhang Liang. He defeated Zhang Liang, and those who come will only be stronger than Zhang Liang.

If this continues, it is a foregone conclusion that the old Confucian scholar's Taoist heart will be broken.

It's better to take advantage of the fact that those stronger people haven't come, break the Taoist heart and complete your arrangement.

The Lisheng lineage would never allow the Haoran lineage to linger, but the old Confucian scholar had already seen through everything and took action in advance.

"How to deal with this person?" Cui Yu looked at Zhang Liang.

"Hang it up, and you might be able to use it as a bargaining chip in the future." The old Confucian scholar walked up to Zhang Liang with a smile, and patted Zhang Liang's face while panting:

"You're in bad luck!"

"What are you going to do?" Zhang Liang panicked.

"You have broken my Taoist heart. What do you want me to do?" The old Confucian laughed strangely.