The dry leaves under their feet made a crisp sound. In the strange thick fog, the reincarnators became more and more careful. After a while, a dimly lit temple appeared in front of them. The orange-yellow warm lights were like candlelight, attracting moths to unconsciously pounce forward.

Wang Jieyi pushed open the door and walked in. At the same time, he reminded everyone behind him, "The ghost creatures of human hearts are born from the heart."

With just one sentence, the reincarnationists suddenly felt grateful. Although they already knew the horror of Lanruo Temple, they did not tell the boy in front of them. The boy told them everything he knew. In contrast, they suddenly seemed a little villain.

Wang Jieyi ignored what the people in front of him were thinking. He pushed open the yard gate and a lotus pond came over. However, in Wang Jieyi's eyes, this was flesh and blood, and countless bones were deposited at the bottom of the lotus pond.

His eyebrows were lowered, and the words of Master when he passed away appeared in his mind again, "The road to killing is unavailable. I will save all living beings and transform into the sea of ​​suffering. I will not be liberated. If possible, I hope you will never kill."

"Sorry, teacher, I'm going to break the precept today." Wang Jieyi whispered, and the black heavy sword behind him made a dull sword sound, like a brass bell in an ancient temple, with a loud voice, almost like a great road.

Zhen Yuanzi of Wuzhuang Temple opened his closed eyes again in the heavy sword sound. His expression was a little sad, "The four swords of Zhuxian are reborn?"

Zhen Yuanzi did not rashly look for the source of the sound, and a rare confusion appeared in his expression. After a moment, he said to the Taoist boy beside him, "The supreme Confucian Confucius is here, and you should not be rude to bring him in."

The Taoist boy wearing a lotus robe nodded quickly. When he went out, he saw an old man with high crown, wide sleeves, crane hair and a young face standing respectfully outside the door, and his ears seemed to be listening to some kind of natural sound. He felt the Taoist boy going out to greet him. The old man bowed, "I have the helpless boy lead the way."

The Taoist boy hurriedly turned sideways, "I dare not be the ancestor of Confucianism," he said.

"In accordance with etiquette." Confucius chuckled, and said, "There is a great righteous spirit falling from the void and falling into the arms of Taoist boy."

The Taoist boy hurriedly thanked, "Thank you for your ancestors of Confucianism."

This long river of righteousness is condensed by countless great scholars of the Confucian school with blue blood and blue paintings, which integrates with human fortunes, and even controls demons beyond most immortals and Buddhist methods. It is also the only way to restrain inner demons and extraterritorial demons.

Today's reception work is really good. Thinking of this, the Taoist boy's mind was silently recalling the disaster star that came some time ago. In contrast, he prayed in his heart that he hoped that the disaster star would not come again.

Cedric, who was in the capital of the gods, suddenly felt something, but he did not look in the direction of Wuzhuangguan.

It was interesting, Cedric looked at the chess game that he had not finished playing with Yuan Tiangang.

He is in charge of the [Third Method], a priest who is common to all heavens, and also in disguisely holds the majority of the [Prayer] priests.

The Taoist boy in Wuzhuang Temple is not only praying, but the content of the prayer is also about himself.

Of course, Zhen Yuanzi would not make such low-level mistakes, so he wanted to remind himself of certain things. Through this invisible method, he was indeed a great innate god who was the same generation as Teacher Houtu. He was indeed a master of chess skills.

But what happened to the Supreme Master who placed Zhen Yuanzi? He was really a little curious.

In the Wuzhuang Temple, the Taoist boy carefully introduced Confucius into the main house, and Zhen Yuanzi greeted him, "I have met the Confucian master."

Confucius replied, "I am disturbing you, I hope you can forgive me."

Zhen Yuanzi didn't say much. He subconsciously wanted to ask the boy to make two ginseng fruits, but then he held it back and said embarrassedly, "It's a pity that the fruits in the courtyard are not yet ripe and cannot entertain Confucius."

Confucius laughed and said, "This is just right. I happened to bring the worship ceremony and enjoy it together."

As he said that, a fruit basket appeared in his hand, with several plums in the fruit basket, which looked green and green. The innate Taoist literature condensed into benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom and trustworthiness, and was pure gold in color and imprinted on the plums.

Zhen Yuanzi's eyes showed a look of love. As the innate god accompanied by the ginseng fruit tree, he naturally had a different love for the innate spiritual roots. The plums in front of him were from the innate spiritual roots unique to the Confucian school, even if he had never tasted them himself.

Zhen Yuanzi pointed to two opposing lilac futons, "Confucius, please sit down."

After the two of them sat down, according to the customs of the prehistoric world, they naturally had to discuss the Tao with each other first. However, when discussing the Tao this time, Zhen Yuanzi's thoughts were not entirely on the Confucianism path, but were thinking about the purpose of this Confucian master.

Confucius is very mysterious, even for the great masters of the heavens.

At that time, the human fortune was full of vitality and hundreds of schools of thought contend. Many great masters took advantage of the lack of the position of the Human Emperor to enter the world and gain a great fortune.

For example, one of the three corpses of Kunpeng turned into Zhuangzi, which not only formed a good relationship with Lao Tzu, but also obtained a part of the stable human fortune, cleverly resolved the evil causes that He naturally formed with the human beings, so that he could reach this time with peace.

The Western Ji military commander, the White Tiger, one of the four spirits, descended and transformed into a military genius Bai Qi, stabilizing his military genius fortune in humanity, and at the same time, he also made good relationships with the saints of Houtu.

The leader of the Qilin clan in the prehistoric land transformed into Mozi and passed down from the Mo family lineage.

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There are countless such things.

But in the end, the luck of the hundreds of schools belongs to the hands of the person in front of you, and this person is the final winner!

Although the inheritance of various schools of thought has not been completely cut off, in fact, since the Confucian scholar Dong Zhongshu proposed the theory of the resonance of heaven and man and the rotation of the five virtues, even the most powerful Taoist sect can not be as popular as that of the Confucian scholar in the mortal world.

The great fortune in it can be imagined, so who is the sacred incarnation of this Confucius?

All the great masters in the heavens want to know this problem, but unfortunately, since Confucius attained enlightenment, he created the Spring and Autumn Pavilion and condensed the long river of righteousness, and has never taken action again. He has been devoted to studying His Confucian Tao.

Not only does Qi itself have terrifying strength, but it also has immeasurable fortune and merit. Therefore, even if the great supernatural powers in the heavens want to know this, no one has personally taken the test so far.

While Zhen Yuanzi was thinking deeply, Confucius slowly stopped the preaching voice. His eyes were deep, but they were bred with the light of bright wisdom. "Why is Zhen Yuanzi's great immortal coming to visit for no reason?"

Zhen Yuanzi picked up a plum, nodded and said, "Confucius has been working hard to study the great way. Now he is visiting him, which really makes me feel a little flattered."
Chapter completed!