Chapter 395 Is It Possible that the Wenyun Orb Is in the Hands of Ci Qibai and His Son?

"Teacher, my disciple has been a saint for many years. Why haven't you come to pick me up yet?"

Among these statues, the middle-aged man worships the most conspicuous and tallest statue of Saint Confucius. Kong Sheng stands in the center of all sculptures. His face is kind and solemn, and his eyes seem to be able to see through the essence of all things. He was the first to become a saint and create a method of cultivating talents. His existence is like a majestic mountain peak, standing at the highest peak of Tianyuan Continent, leading countless newcomers to climb to a higher realm.

"Teacher, you were able to use your Saint Realm to lead all the Sub-Saint Realm brothers into the Immortal Realm. Why did I still not have any guidance about the Immortal Realm when I reached the Saint Realm?"

The middle-aged man was half-kneeling on the ground, his face full of confusion and expectation. He looked up at the statue of Kong Sheng, as if looking for answers.

"Teacher, you once taught us that the reason why people are human is because we have morality, benevolence, and etiquette. I have always followed your teachings and practiced hard without daring to slack off. Even if I have been expelled from your school by you , but I still fulfill my duties and follow the Confucian way. Today, under the leadership of my disciples, Confucianism has become the number one in the world. The disciples still cannot understand why the door to the immortal world has never been opened to them. "

The man's words were full of helplessness and confusion. He longs to be able to enter that mysterious fairyland and pursue a higher realm like his teacher. However, no matter how hard he tried, he could never reach the threshold of the fairy world.

At this moment, Chen Xintong slowly walked into the main hall. When he saw the middle-aged man kneeling under the statue of Confucius, he directly chose to kneel in front of the main hall door, "I don't know that the holy master is worshiping Confucius." Holy Master, please forgive me.”

The middle-aged man stood up slowly, then sighed slightly, turned to look at Chen Xintong, and said, "Xintong, why did you come to me?"

"Holy Master, the Jewel of Cultural Fortune that appeared in South Korea is not the real Jewel of Cultural Fortune." Chen Xintong looked up at the middle-aged man and said in a deep voice.

The middle-aged man frowned slightly, "Please tell me in detail."

"The disciple personally went to South Korea and got an orb exuding literary fortune from the hands of a young man. However, after careful observation, the disciple discovered that this object was made by others using many semi-holy treasures. Later, the disciple It was forged by incorporating the aura of the Wen Yun Jewel into it.”

Chen Xintong then told the middle-aged man everything that had happened before.

After listening to Chen Xintong's narration, the middle-aged man fell into deep thought. After a long time, he slowly spoke, "It seems that this object was deliberately made by someone who wanted to interfere with the sight of our ancestor's palace." "Disciple guesses that this object was created by Ci Qibai Refining it, maybe the Wen Yun Orb is still in his hands," Chen Xintong said in a deep voice.

Hearing this, the middle-aged man couldn't help but frowned, and then said: "If it is true as you said, it is impossible for Ci Qibai to be so public. Some time ago, I also sensed that he traveled around Tianyuan Continent. He is a cautious person. , it’s impossible to be so reckless.”

He turned to look at the statue of Kong Sheng, a complicated look flashed in his eyes, "Is his only biological son still alive in the world?"

"Hui Saint Master, his son is named Ci Song, and he is still alive today. Now he has become Ning Ping'an's disciple." Chen Xintong replied.

"Ning Ping'an? I have an impression of this little guy. He and his senior brother almost overturned our first master's palace back then. He is quite capable."

There was a look of nostalgia on the middle-aged man's face. Then he turned to look at Chen Xintong and asked, "If I remember correctly, is this boy over ten years old?"

"Ci Song is fourteen years old this year, and he is still three months away from reaching his prime."

Hearing this, the middle-aged man turned his head and looked at Chen Xintong with a somewhat strange look in his eyes, saying, "Tell me, did Ci Qibai give the Wen Yun Orb to his son, and then let him hide?" What about the saint’s curse cast by the semi-sacred person from the Yin Yang family in my former master’s palace?”

When Chen Xintong heard this, she cupped her hands with the middle-aged man and said, "Returning to the Holy Master, Xintong thinks this is impossible."

"Why?" There was a trace of curiosity on the middle-aged man's face.

"To be honest, Holy Master, this disciple went to Yan Sheng Academy yesterday just to catch up with his old friends. The person who leads the way for the disciple is none other than Ci Qi Bai's son, Ci Song."

The middle-aged man frowned slightly, "Really?"

"Returning to the Holy Master, the disciple did not think that he was Ci Qibai's son at that time. He just sighed that his talent was amazing. It was even better than the disciple back then. Therefore, the disciple subconsciously opened the pupil of the saint and observed this Young man." Chen Xintong said.

"The results of it?"

"Although he has abundant talents and a very solid foundation, and even has the aura of many saints, he does not have the aura of the Wen Yun Orb. Moreover, there is a special fluctuation of talent in his body, which makes the disciples feel a An inexplicable sense of intimacy.”

A trace of surprise flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes, "Oh? Is there such a thing?"

"Yes, that aura belongs to Lord Mirage. Presumably, this young man got good opportunities and achievements in the battle between heaven and man. He was favored by Lord Mirage and gave him a hint of talent. Later, Lord Mirage fell and will Talent is given to the literati in the world, so Ci Song possesses strong fluctuations of mirage talent."

Chen Xintong continued, "Ci Qibai lost four sons in a row, and now only Ci Song is left. He certainly would not send his only descendant, his direct bloodline, into danger. This is not in line with his character. Although Ci Kuangsheng is crazy, he is a cautious person in his bones."

"Indeed, if there were no Wen Yun mirror in the Master's Hall, we would never have found out that Ci Qibai had obtained the Wen Yun Orb."

The middle-aged man nodded slightly, with a thoughtful look on his face, "What you said does make sense, and this matter is indeed a bit strange."

"Then Saint Master, what should we do next?" Chen Xintong asked with a bow.

The middle-aged man was silent for a moment, and then slowly said, "Since the Wen Yun Orb is not in Ci Qibai's hands, this matter will be handed over to you to investigate personally. You must find the real Wen Yun Orb. If anyone really dares to challenge the majesty of my Master's Hall, I will never let him off easily!"

"Yes, disciple obeys!"

Chen Xintong bowed his hands to accept the order, and then turned and left the hall.

The middle-aged man looked at Chen Xintong's departing back, with a hint of admiration in his eyes. He turned to look at the statue of Confucius and whispered, "Teacher, if you really don't want to lead your disciple into the fairyland, then your disciple can only find a way on his own."

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