The old master Ping Shang came in a carriage and stared at the Dudu Academy floating in the sky in the distance. The stone tablets burst out with dazzling light, and thousands of palaces and buildings were hidden in the power of incense projected from the sky.

There are the sound of books, the truth of the great way, and the game debate between sages. Thousands of disciples of the academy walk among them like immortals, listening to the blooming and falling of flowers, and enjoying the light wind and clouds.

"So... it really exists!"

Ping Shang only heard about this in rumors. According to legend, sages wrote books and had great merits in the world and died and immortal.

Feng Shengji's Jade Slips created a blessed land of incense and fire, fooling the Kundu Academy of Sciences forever and will last forever.

Only those with great merits and sages in the Academy can enter this place.

The frame stopped in front of the stone tablet under the light with rituals and music. The power of incense flowed like a sun, illuminating Ping Shang. When you raise your head, you can see the sun's temples, academies, and academies in the sun.

In this light, you can see the scenes of the heyday of the Academy and the scenes that educate the world.

"Am I... dead?" Ping Shang hunched over and walked out of the car. Groups of ghosts and gods surrounded him and climbed up towards the passage like a heavenly stairs.

"I am a pacific and peaceful man, your life is not over. This time, the saint summoned you!"

The teacher of Pingshang looked at his students with relief, but he did not expect that this time, his subordinate lineage had a great opportunity and was appointed by Feng Sheng as the fifth saint of Wendao, but at this time he could not speak out directly.

I could only look at Ping Shang solemnly: "There will be a heavy task to my Shangxian Academy. Remember, the fortune of literary and Taoism will be entrusted to you this time!"

As we climbed up the stone steps continued, as if we were leading to the sky.

Moving forward step by step, with longing, Ping Shang is like a pilgrimage walking upwards.

On the way, people kept nodding at Pingshang. Pingshang felt that the faces of these people were extremely familiar. Every time they saw someone, they immediately found the shadow of the other party from the familiar portraits preserved in the academy.

Everyone is an ancestor of sages. It is these thousands of people who created the current era. For Pingshang, if there were no academic palaces and without them, the world would be left to the witch sacrifices and monks to govern it, and would only remain in the ancient wilderness era.

Everyone does not know words or etiquette and morality, just like wild animals, plants and trees. It is because of their Dudu Academy that they have the current era of civilization and prosperity.

When they arrived at the top, even three existences in the Heavenly Palace on the top of the mountain cast their eyes and stared at Ping Shang.

Ping Shang raised his head in an instant and exclaimed: "Sage!"

As we walked forward, the tall moon locust flowers on both sides were in full bloom. Legend has it that this kind of book was planted in the former Wudu Academy. The fragrance of moon locusts in front of Wudu Academy has become a scene of praise for many poets.

Finally, in front of a Tongtian Yue Locust tree that towered into the clouds, Ping Shang finally saw the saint who only existed in the legend. Not three people, but four people were wearing Master's robe and were shining with crystal light. They stood under Tongtian Yue Locust.

There are billions of branches hanging from the tall moon locust tree, each of which is spread out layer upon layer of flowers, colorful and colorful, accompanied by the light shining from the incense sun that day.

The vines swayed, and the flowers collided with each other, and they rang like ringing, crisp and pleasant, and penetrated the hearts.

At this moment, it seemed like a dream for Pingshang.

Yi Sheng, Yi Sheng, Zhuang Sheng, and the young master who turned his back to him and admired the moon locust flowers at this moment.

That is the legendary saint, the saint who opened up the fortunes of the academy and literature, and the early figures of ancient times can only find his records in the oldest historical records and historian myths.

Ping Shang's face also calmed down little by little, and he once again became the old master who had been studying and teaching for decades.

Step by step on the stone slabs made of white jade, crawling on the ground before the saint, surrounding the big sleeves, and saluting respectfully.

The whole ceremony seemed to have a grand and solemn smell, and Ping Shang's eyes were as heavy as chimes.

"Ping Shang, the 23rd generation master of Shangxian Academy, pay homage to the saint!"

The saint who had always been watching flowers finally came to his senses from the beautiful scenery of the flowers and stepped forward, and the sea of ​​vines and flowers that had hung down in thousands of ways also swayed.

The other three saints also followed him and followed him to look at Ping Shang kneeling on the ground.

The four saints were watching, and Ping Shang felt as if four mountains were pressing on him, but he knew even more that this was probably the most glorious moment in his life. He seemed to feel that he had been chosen and what kind of mission he would bear.

As if he had thought for a long time, Feng Sheng, who was in charge, finally spoke. The rumbling sound poured into Ping Shang's ears like the sound of the great way: "The century is approaching, and the fifth saint of Wen Dao has appeared and will worship you under your disciple!"

Even though Ping Shang had some speculations before, he was suddenly trembling with excitement and bowed: "I will definitely live up to the sage's entrusted!"

Feng Sheng nodded: "There are three people who come to your door this time."

"Tang Li is the fifth saint of humanity that I have chosen. He will teach him the jade slips to preach the world, and he will create an era of great literary spirit. From then on, disciples of the Academy will be able to practice."

Fang Xiu stretched out his hand, and a volume of the preaching jade slip was handed to him by Zhuang Sheng Zhuang Li. Of course, the real preaching jade slip had long been integrated with the entire Dudu Academy and became a thing that carries the souls of sages and the incense and fortune of the academy, and could not be easily shaken.

This jade slip has become a magical artifact of incense. After reaching the fourth level, Fang Xiu imitated the divine system and could peel off the original seeds from this jade slip and plant them into the human body.

It can make people like believers, through this seed and through this powerful incense artifact, cultivate a great spirit.

The deeper the meaning of the scriptures they read, the deeper the connection with the preaching jade slip, and the stronger it becomes. They can even use the scriptures of sages and the power of ancient sages.

At this point, the Academy has truly entered the era of rise and has become an important part of suppressing human fortunes and human destiny, forming a balance with the monks who are becoming increasingly powerful and do whatever they want.

Otherwise, if these monks continue to do whatever they want day after day, the entire human race will eventually be completely destroyed.

They entered their practice with the power of the preaching jade slip, and after death, they would also become part of the preaching jade slip, and in this Dudu Academy, they would become the spirit of sages, just like a cycle.

One disciple of the academy will sacrifice this magic weapon to the level of a seventh-level immortal weapon, and may even reach the eighth-level directly.

At this point, this is no longer an ordinary magic weapon, but is similar to the legendary gods and fairies, the Pure Land, and the Kingdom of Gods in the Other World.

"Gai Cang was the reincarnation of an ancient powerful man. He pursued immortality and would have his own destiny in the future. You are only responsible for guiding him and teaching him the method of practice."

"As for the negative weight!"

Feng Sheng's voice paused. This person was an unexpected person and had not arranged what he should do: "Let's make a decision by himself."

Feng Sheng waved his sleeves, like the light of the strong sun shining down from the mountain, brushing across the entire Dudu Academy.
Chapter completed!