Chapter 413 Confucian Sage Zhang Jin

Bai Yu has determined that the current Dali Kingdom and even Songming Kingdom are not safe.

Perhaps only by leaving this continent can he continue to practice in peace.

He flipped through many jade slips and finally discovered a cruel fact.

The teleportation array that can support ultra-long-distance teleportation must be a battleground for military strategists.

After countless years of war, the known ancient teleportation arrays have long been completely destroyed.

Maybe there are some hidden ancient teleportation arrays, but that thing is hard to come by.

This makes Bai Yu embarrassed.

It is definitely not okay to run around like a fly, you have to find a way.

He thought about it and thought that the most likely opportunity to know the ancient teleportation array might be in the treasure left by Master Baigui.

He happened to have Master Baigui's key in his hand-the white tortoise shell. If he was a little lucky, he might be able to find Master Baigui's treasure.

"Anyway, arrange the affairs of Songming Kingdom first, and then find an opportunity to travel, maybe I can encounter the ancient teleportation array."

In the following days, Bai Yu began to prepare.

Time flies, and another twenty years have passed in a flash.

In the past twenty years, the situation in Songming State has basically stabilized.

The influence of the Yan family has disappeared.

After the new emperor Jiang Yizhi took the throne, he began to employ disciples of Baihe Academy and promote the imperial examination of immortality.

As expected, this was strongly resisted by the families in various places.

Small rebellions broke out in various places, and the situation began to be turbulent again.

On this day, Bai Yu called Nan Fubo.

Nan Fubo bowed respectfully and said:

"I wonder what orders my uncle has?"

At this time, Nan Fubo has become a capable middle-aged man.

Although he has formed a golden elixir, he was already old when he formed the elixir.

But under the erosion of time, there are crow's feet at the corners of his eyes, and there are also strands of white hair at his temples.

The young man is old in the rivers and lakes, and his hair is white.

Bai Yu saw with his own eyes that the young man with clear eyes and stupidity at the beginning became a vicissitudes of life uncle.

"Xiao Nan, you have gained experience over the years."

"I have decided that you will take over as the next master of Xiao Lei Temple."

Nan Fubo was stunned:

"Uncle Master? Are you leaving? Xiao Lei Temple cannot do without you."

This was said from the heart.

He also saw with his own eyes that Xiao Lei Temple became prosperous and populous under Bai Yu's management.

When Bai Yu took over Xiao Lei Temple, Xiao Lei Temple was still an outsider, with thirty to fifty disciples and one or two spiritual veins.

Today, Xiao Lei Temple has become the leader of the three sects in Songming State, with three state dojos, dozens of spiritual veins, and more than ten thousand disciples.

Nan Fubo said anxiously:

"Uncle Master, if you leave, I'm afraid that Xiaolei Temple will not be able to keep such a huge family business."

"And now that traces of demonic cultivators have begun to appear in various places, we can't do without you at this time."

Bai Yu smiled slightly:

"It doesn't matter. Xiaolei Temple has the full support of Leiyang Sect, and it has good relations with Yuanfu Temple in the middle, and it is also indebted to the three lower sects. As long as we don't seek to make progress, it will be more than enough to maintain the existing resources."

"Before I leave, I will leave another trump card for Xiaolei Temple, which is enough to protect Xiaolei Temple for 200 years."

"After 200 years, if there is no more Yuanying born in Xiaolei Temple, it should retreat to one state."

Nan Fubo looked thoughtful when he heard this.

He knew that his uncle seemed indifferent and inactive, but in fact he was quite capable.

Whatever Uncle Bai promised, he would definitely do it.

He turned over and bowed.

"Fubo will obey Uncle Master's order."

Bai Yu passed Nan Fubo the seal of the talisman sword and the certificate of Leiyang Sect.

Half a month later, Nan Fubo succeeded as the head of Xiaolei Temple.

At this time, Bai Yu arrived at the headquarters of Yanyu Tower - Crystal Palace.

Lan Yu Niang half-knelt in front of Bai Yu and gently massaged his legs.

Others would never have thought that the head of Yanyu Tower, who was so powerful outside, would show such a childish side in front of others.

She was the owner of the first intelligence and assassin organization in Songming Country, and she was notorious.

Lan Yu Niang's bare hands gently massaged Bai Yu.

The thin clothes could not hide the mature style, and the plump and towering breasts were almost torn out of the clothes.

But Bai Yu did not lower his head to appreciate the moving style.

He casually flipped through a pile of jade slips and said to himself:

"Sure enough, in the past few years, the demon cultivators in various places have shown signs of revival."

Lan Yu Niang smiled softly:

"My dear, according to your instructions, Yanyu Tower has found the demon cultivator headquarters, which is on the Shemu Mountain in Yongzhou."

"According to the news from the inside, it is very likely that the ghost mother who was injured and escaped at the beginning is sleeping here."

At that time, everyone from Leiyang Sect came to help and surrounded and killed the mother and child demons.

The ghost mother was seriously injured, but in the end she blew up her body, took away the body of an infant spirit, and escaped by force.

Her strength naturally dropped sharply, but under the arrangement of the Xiliang Yan family, she was very well hidden.

It was not until now that the demon cultivators began to emerge and leaked clues.

Bai Yu gently stroked Lan Yu Niang's face:

"Yu Niang is really a genius in intelligence. With Yu Niang's help, I am like a fish in water."

Lan Yu Niang held Bai Yu's finger, her eyes watery:

"My dear, the water is poisoned, and I need you to detoxify it."

It was late at night, and the lights went out.

A few days later, Bai Yu turned into a beam of light and rushed across the sky.

His target this time was not the ghost mother, but the Confucian sage Zhang Jin.

In Baihe Academy, Zhang Jin had retired long ago and concentrated on educating his disciples in the academy.

Now, he has more than 100,000 disciples, all over Songming Country.

Many Confucian scholars even brought their own dry food and traveled thousands of miles to listen to Zhang Jin's lectures.

Although most of these disciples were mortals and had no immortal cultivation.

On this day, he went on stage to give a lecture on "The Doctrine of the Mean", which was profound and thought-provoking.

Looking at the increasingly prosperous academy, he couldn't help but smile with satisfaction.

Then he sighed:

"If the immortal imperial examination can be promoted, all the laws in the world will come from Confucianism, and that will be the heyday of our Confucianism."

After the class, he returned to the bedroom to annotate the scriptures.

Although he was a Confucian saint in the world and the ancestor of all Confucian scholars, his life was very simple.

A bed, a mat, a lamp, a desk, and a pile of books, that's all.

He ate only water and brown rice, and there was no maid to serve him in his daily life.

Zhang Jin, who was writing with his head down, looked like an ordinary poor old man.

As he wrote at his desk, the literary energy above his head rose to the sky, like a wolf smoke rising into the sky, turning into a unique cloud of Confucianism and Taoism.

At this moment, the shadow of the oil lamp suddenly flickered, and a figure appeared in the corner.

Zhang Jin raised his head:

"Your Excellency's entry into the room late at night is not a gentleman's behavior."

"If you want money, there is a jar of dry food and some silver in the southeast corner."

In the light, the figure gradually solidified, revealing the appearance of a Taoist in a green robe.

It was Bai Yu.

He said in a leisurely voice:

"I came here not for money, but for life."

"Whose life?"

"Your life."

Zhang Jin suddenly laughed:

"Master Bai, perhaps your strength is above mine, but it is too arrogant to want to take my life in the academy."

"This place is the cultural heritage of Songming Country, and it is the heart of millions of Confucian scholars."

"With the literary spirit of millions of Confucian scholars, I am afraid Master Zhenjun will worry about himself first."

Bai Yu said indifferently:

"I won't kill you, you can kill yourself."