Guarding the Sutra Pavilion for a hundred years, investing in the destiny villain

"Buzz!"

Gentle breeze.

Sweep across my body.

Chu Xun, who was immersed in enlightenment, felt that his mind was empty, and his mind and consciousness suddenly came to a vast sky and earth. His vision was all gray, with no sun, no clouds, no moon, no stars.

"good!"

A loud exclamation.

Make him wake up.

Look ahead.

I only saw an old man wearing an ordinary cloth and book jacket. He looked at him with gentle eyes and said slowly: "I am here to ask three questions!"

"senior?"

"Sage!"

After Chu Xun saw the old man clearly, a sudden wave of ripples appeared in the depths of his heart. Isn't this old man's face the academy sage 'Li Sheng' whom he had been offering incense to all day long? Even though there was a wave in his heart, he felt very sad. Calm down quickly, you know it's not unusual for a character of this level to be able to do this.

"Senior, please ask!" Chu Xun said respectfully.

"Sit first!"

The old man said gently.

Chu Xunfang saw the futon in front of him, sitting there cross-legged, as quietly as a student listening to the teacher's lecture.

"First question!"

"Knock on the heart!"

"Ok?"

A trace of confusion appeared on Chu Xun's face. Before more doubts appeared on his face, his expression froze and his eyes closed naturally. And the thin old man sitting there cross-legged like a road also had a look on his face. With a smile, he looked at Chu Xun and slowly took a step into his sea of ​​consciousness.

Big dreams come true.

A dream that lasts forever.

This line!

Knock on the heart!

unconscious.

No sobriety.

Everything follows the instinctive tapping of the heart.

a long time.

a long time.

Chu Xun didn't know how much time had passed. When he woke up from his drowsiness, he only felt that there was a brief moment of silence. Thousands of pictures flashed in his mind, including the ups and downs of the world, changes in emotions, and unconsciousness in his heart. There are multiple emotions such as joy, anger, and sadness.

He wanted to reminisce but felt very tired. These pictures were flashing in his mind, and he wanted to catch them and let them linger, but he couldn't do it anyway. He could only wait for the tiredness to disappear.

a little later.

He raised his head slowly.

Look in front of you.

Nothing.

The old man has disappeared.

Chu Xun wanted to say something else.

But I just feel it.

Confucianism and Taoism between heaven and earth.

at this point.

They gathered one after another.

pour into the body.

It's like a great enlightenment.

"Buzz!"

In the academy, those who were cultivating in the Sutra Pavilion or the Taoist Forum noticed something one after another. These great scholars walked out of the room one after another. Looking up, they could see that the fate of the Confucian state was particularly clear at this moment. Normally, it was just... I was vaguely aware of it, but now it condensed into substance and fell towards the back mountain.

"Confucian luck!"

They were horrified.

There was a look of shock on his face.

To know.

This kind of thing is extremely rare in the history of Confucianism, but in the blink of an eye they thought of something, with complex emotions on their faces, and they couldn't help but whisper softly: "What's the reason for this time!"

Last time, Chu Ru wrote the shocking four sentences of Hengqu in the academy tower, causing the two saints to be alarmed and attracting the Confucian luck to pour into his body. But what did he do this time to make the sages draw the Confucian luck to pour into him again? His body?

a time.

These great scholars.

His eyes were sour.

Do the math carefully.

They were born and raised Confucian cultivators, but not to mention being infused with luck, they did not even have a chance to meet the two saints. Instead, this impure Confucian cultivator frequently gained the favor of the twin saints.

"I can't envy you!"

"Who makes other people's poems amazing?"

A great scholar clicked his tongue and regained his composure in a very short period of time. Not to mention the four lines of Hengqu, the remaining two writings were enough to be recorded in the academy and were recited by students of all generations. They are worthy of being recorded. history.

"call out!"

In nothingness.

Multiple figures emerged.

Dean of the academy.

Old woman.

These quasi-emperors appeared in the back hill of the academy, watching the flow of luck, forming a huge funnel that gathered at the place of enlightenment in Longchang. It was like a huge funnel pouring down. This is the majestic luck wrapped into one person. Within the body, even ordinary people will soar to the sky, let alone a monk who is about to break through to the quasi-emperor?

"It's him again!" The old woman also said sourly, and the quasi-emperors like them, who were full of luck, were also envious.

"As expected of him!" The dean of the academy also sighed. His original intention of bringing Chu Xun was to master the 'Confucian Dao' with the help of the luck condensed in Longchang Enlightenment. He also believed that Chu Xun could do it, but what he didn't expect was This guy is so outstanding that he once again shocked the sages and was recognized.

He couldn't help but ask: "I wonder what you did this time?"

"Is there an inscription?"

"If there is!"

"What will it be?"

"Can it compare to Hengqu's Four Sentences?"

……

……

Ruzhou.

Palace of the Holy Spirit.

Ordinary monks have no idea.

But those quasi-emperors can clearly sense that the fortune of the Supreme Holy Palace is flowing towards the academy. Not only the Holy Palace, but also the fortune of the entire Confucian religion is pouring in there.

"It's him!"

time.

A young man in blue shirt.

emerged in their hearts.

Immediately.

Envy appeared in his eyes.

To tell the truth.

Chu Xun offended the Qin Dynasty, and these quasi-emperors in the Supreme Holy Dao Palace may not have their own slander, but the end is already done. Chu Xun, who is threatening the fate of Confucianism, has long been forced to be tied to the grasshopper with whom Confucianism is a rope. Fortunately, Chu Xun's subsequent performance The outstanding intention made the inner discomfort fade away a little.

But today, they saw the Confucian luck surging again, rushing towards the academy, which made their teeth hurt. If that boy couldn't carry so much luck, some overflow would be enough for the academy to benefit. When they think about the next time Most of the geniuses born in Confucianism will appear in academies, and they will have a headache.

"Humph!"

"It's all your fault!"

"If you come with me!"

"Can Chu Xun fall into the hands of the academy?"

The helmsman of the Holy Palace, this little old man who had taken off his Confucian crown and robes, turned into a slovenly image. He was carrying a wine bottle in his hand and took a sip to vent the stagnation in his heart.

Everyone was silent for a while.

who ever thought.

He can do it twice.

Inspire Confucian luck?

Stone interior.

The breeze blows.

He rolled up a strand of hair from the man in green shirt, revealing a handsome side face. He was sitting cross-legged with a scripture in front of his knees. The scripture was rising without any wind, and the breeze surrounding him was like a cyclone. Like sinking into his body.

Confucian luck.

Carrier again.

There is only one step away from mastering the 'Confucian road', and he breaks through the bottleneck naturally, as if it comes naturally, and there is a breeze blowing through his body. When he looks at it again, he will become a Confucian and Taoist quasi-emperor.