Why do they always want me to change my filial piety?

"Che...chi..."

There was only a piercing sound of swords swaying away, and the Buddha's light rippled, Nian Kong was still majestic and motionless, continuing to recite Buddhist scriptures.

And the entire Great Lake had already exploded, splashing water all over the sky, but it couldn't reach him, because it was all blown away by the Dharma figure.

"Fudo Ming Wang Dharma Phase!"

Jian Shusheng frowned, his expression became extremely dignified, and he murmured softly.

Feeling the aura of immovability like a mountain, many people just felt suffocated: "Fudo Mingwang Faxiang?"

"One of the Nine Dharma Aspects of the Pure Land, Fudo Mingwang Dharma Aspect!"

"The Dharma Aspect of King Fudongming is also the most defensive among the Nine Great Dharma Aspects."

"As long as the mind is empty and the Dharma is born freely, no killing in the world can get close to it, and it is difficult for it to move."

In the viewing platform where Bailu Academy and Guozijian are located, a great Confucianist frowned and explained.

One student said subconsciously: "Then, isn't Jian Shusheng doomed?"

Liu Hong and Yang Yu took a deep breath: "If he can break his state of mind, there is still a glimmer of hope, if not..."

That being said, Buddhist and Taoist monks are completely different from others. Those who can cultivate the Buddha's mind are naturally indestructible. Breaking his state of mind is almost as difficult as ascending to heaven.

"Fudo Ming Wang Dharma Phase!"

Looking at the statue behind Niankong, Lu Ran narrowed his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

"I only use this sword."

"If this sword still can't break through your dharma, I will leave!"

But at this moment, the Sword Scholar in the arena, with lightning-like eyes, holding his long sword high, his voice clear and powerful, even began to chant poems.

"Three feet of light is here, and the frost front will defeat hundreds of Ding."

"Ran Ran's autumn wind is coming, to wipe away the reading inscription!"

As the poem fell, the clouds in midair were lifted, and a glare of sunlight shone down. The sky filled with awe-inspiring fresh air intertwined and condensed, dyeing the long sword with a ray of brilliance.

At the same time, behind him also appeared a refined phantom holding a scroll in his left hand and a long sword in his right.

This is obviously the way of the sword scholar Ge Ru.

As the sword was raised high, a breeze blew up the entire square, and his momentum began to rise steadily, causing the space to distort and sag.

"Jian Shusheng's Haoran sword intends to gather."

"This sword is bound to be able to break through Fudo Ming Wang's Faxiang!"

Feeling the sword intent that aroused the arrogance of the world, everyone held their breath, opened their eyes wide, and stared at the scene in front of them.

Under the attention of all the people, the sword scholar Ge Ru's eyes flashed, and the long sword in his hand swung down.

In an instant, the entire world was filled with the mighty brilliance, and everything that was covered by the brilliance was annihilated.

"Crack...knock..."

Cracks appeared on the ground of the square, and cracks appeared like spider webs, spreading in all directions at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Deep ravines appeared on the surface of the lake. The lake was still and the bottom of the lake could be clearly seen.

"Buzz...buzz..."

The large formation covering the square also trembled, and ripples swept across, obviously affected by this sword.

I don't know how long it took, when everything returned to calm.

The breeze blew, the lake water poured back, the water surface returned to sparkling, and the blossoming green lotus floated, rippling, reflecting the picture in the square.

The sword scholar Ge Ru's face was slightly pale, the corner of his mouth was bleeding, and the hand holding the long sword couldn't stop shaking.

On the other hand, Monk Niankong, who was cross-legged into meditation, was standing still, and behind him was Fudoming King Dharma Xiangbao, who was solemnly reciting Buddhist scriptures like him.

"I can't break your law!"

Ge Ruo took a deep look at him, said quietly, put his long sword back into its sheath, turned and left the square.

With a full blow just now, not only did he fail to break the Immovable King Ming's Faxiang, but he was also injured by the counter-shock force. It can be seen which one is stronger and which is weaker!

"Jian Shusheng's mighty sword intent can't even break through the immovable king's dharma!"

"How could this be?"

In Guozijian and Bailu Academy, many talented scholars and officials were stunned in place, it was unbelievable.

Jian Shusheng was born in the Imperial College, and his prestige was no less than Li Mubai's, and his strength was extremely terrifying, but even so, he still couldn't break through the Faxiang of King Fuming.

"If you don't move the Ming King, if you don't move your heart, then the Dharma will not be broken!"

"Perhaps only Li Mubai from Imperial Academy and Xiao Xueqing from Bailu Academy have the ability to break through."

On the viewing platform, an official took a deep breath and said.

Chapter 110 IX What Is He Going To Do?

"Confucianism is based on benevolence and morality, self-cultivation, governing the country and the world, but it is not good at attacking the way."

"Even if it's Li Mubai from the Imperial College, and Xiao Xueqing from the White Deer Academy, if you don't use the Splendid Mountains and Rivers Brush and the Spring and Autumn Glazed Cup, I'm afraid they won't be able to break through King Ming's Faxiang."

On the viewing platform where the Yunyi Mission was located, the smile on Yunyi's face was even bigger, and the victory was already in his hands.

Among the three thousand roads, each road has its own advantages and disadvantages.

However, when Confucianism and Taoism have not entered the realm of the emperor and become great Confucianists, they do not have the blessing of [Speaking and following the law], and the way of killing is a shortcoming.

It is precisely because of this that he set up this game.

What Niankong walks is the way of a monk, and he is blessed by Fudo Mingwang's Dharma. Within the realm of the emperor, few people can match it.

Yunyi smiled and looked at the old man next to him: "The national teacher thinks, is this a foregone conclusion for me, Yunyi?"

Feng Buyun looked indifferent, and replied: "Until the end, no one can make a conclusion!"

"It's true that we can't make a conclusion yet!"

"At least Li Mubai and Xiao Xueqing haven't made a move yet."

Yunyi didn't care, and looked back to the center of the square again.

On the viewing platform where the Imperial Academy was located, a great Confucian frowned and asked, "Zicang, if you use all your strength, can you break the immovable king's law?"

Li Mubai said indifferently: "You can try it!"

Where the White Deer Academy is located, Liu Hong also asked Xiao Xueqing if he could break through the Faxiang of the Unmoved King.

When the latter was about to say something, Lu Ran said, "Why don't you let me try?"

As soon as these words came out, Liu Hong and Yang Yu were stunned: "Ke Ziqian, you..."

They knew that Lu Ran was indeed amazingly talented in poetry, and it was not an exaggeration to be called "the reincarnation of Wenqu star".

But that's only in poetry, and his cultivation base has just been forged into a literary mansion, which is only equivalent to a monk in the Condensation Realm. How can he break through Niankong's immovable king's appearance?

"Let Ziqian go!"

"In addition to Confucianism and Taoism, he also cultivates the way of body training."

In this regard, Xiao Xueqing had a gentle and beautiful smile on her delicate and flawless goose egg face.

The two great Confucianists looked strange: "Do you still have the way of body training?"

With such a talent, instead of studying Confucianism and Taoism, you can practice other methods?

Could it be that Ziqian has been focusing on the way of body training all these years?

Only in this way will the realm of Confucianism and Taoism only reach the entry level?

"Ziqian, you can't chew too much!"

"You are extremely talented in Confucianism and Taoism, and your future is immeasurable. In the future, you may be expected to reach the transcendent realm of ancient sages."

"But now you..."

Liu Hong and Yang Yu looked heartbroken, wishing to take Mou Ran back to educate him well, let him understand what is more important and concentrate on practicing Confucianism and Taoism.

Seeing the earnestness and earnestness on their faces, Lu Ran looked helpless: "I understand what the two teachers said, but I'm just going to give it a try. If it doesn't work, I won't be brave."

The two great scholars pondered for a while, looked at each other, and finally nodded: "Okay!"

It would be good to let him retreat in the face of difficulties through the Buddha's Fudo Mingwang Dharma.

"Be careful!"

Xiao Xueqing exhorted.

The latter showed a smile, walked out of the viewing platform, and landed in the center of the square.

At present, only the last golden spirit object, the mica Gengjin stone, is the material for arranging the [Five Elements Derived Formation].

You can only get it if you win this discussion.

In this way, even if some strength is exposed, it is worth it!

"Who is he?"

"I've seen the famous Tianjiao in Bailu Academy, but he seems a bit unfamiliar!"

"I've never heard of it either, maybe it's a genius from Xuezang in the Academy."

"Even if you are a genius, you probably have no chance of winning against Monk Shangniankong's Fudo Mingwang Faxiang?"

"Right now, only Li Mubai and Xiao Xueqing can compete with Niankong!"

Seeing the young man with an extremely good-looking face come on stage, everyone was puzzled.

Even above the top of the clouds, in those golden eyes, there was some confusion.

"Someone from White Deer Academy has appeared, Zi Cang, please wait for a while!"

The Great Confucianism of the Imperial College obviously didn't like Lu Ran, thinking that Bailu Academy just wanted to take this opportunity to hone its disciples.

Hearing this, Li Mubai was thoughtful, and his eyes fell on Lu Ran.

After passing through the sword scholar Ge Ru, Bailu Academy must have realized the power of Fudo Mingwang's method, but this is so, the other party still let this young man who has never seen him end, maybe there is really some way to deal with it.

Lu Ran stood in the middle of the square, did not act in a hurry, but asked with a smile, "Master Niankong, does he belong to the Pure Land or Zen?"

Niankong didn't hide anything, and said truthfully: "The little monk came from the West Desert!"

The West Desert Pure Land has nothing to do with the Zen Buddhism that Fan Jingyi belongs to.

Lu Ran nodded, and continued: "From my family, the four elements should be empty, but I don't know why Zen Master Niankong helped Yunyi to fight for the fifth discussion?"

"Amitabha!" Niankong avoided answering, lowered his head and lowered his eyes, and began to recite the Buddhist scriptures. The Buddha's light shone, and the Sanskrit sounds were endless, which made people have the urge to take refuge in my Buddha.

"excuse me!"

However, this did not affect Lu Ran in any way. He just wanted to know some of the reasons. Since the other party didn't say anything, he had no choice but to do it.

I saw him stomping his feet, the bluestone ground cracked, and he swept towards the place where Niankong was sitting cross-legged.

"What does he want to do?"

All the spectators in the field looked stunned, not understanding what the purpose of this move was from a student of Bailu Academy.

As a practitioner of Confucianism and Taoism, is it possible that he still has to face the Buddha's Fudo Ming Wang Fashen head-on?

Even the many students of Bailu Academy were all blank, only Xiao Xueqing still had a gentle smile on his face, obviously believing in him.

In the eyes of everyone, crimson thunder lingered on Lu Ran's body, scarlet runes trembled, and a phantom of hundreds of feet appeared behind him.

This phantom is just like him, with crimson thunder rippling on his body, an extremely oppressive and violent aura sweeping across, and a crimson divine bird vaguely entangled around it, making the space tremble.

"He cultivated the way of body training?"

Such a scene left many spectators stunned.

The students of Bailu Academy do not practice Confucianism or Taoism, but practice the way of body training.

It's a strange thing that happens every year, especially this year.

After all, compared to a vulgar martial artist, everyone still felt that a refined and gentle scholar seemed to be more in line with the image of a teenager.

Just when everyone had different thoughts, Lu Ran punched out.