Master's manuscript...

Zeng San's eyes moved, and clearly reflected the appearance of the young man in front of him: "All supernatural powers do not fall into words, and the Master's manuscript is his old manuscript, which may disappoint Mr. An."

Confucianism takes it as its responsibility to spread knowledge widely. However, Master’s handwriting is not only handwriting, but also one of the symbols of Confucianism.

In a sense, it can be regarded as the treasure of Confucianism.

Although he had a good impression of the people in front of him and had no idea of ​​the foundation, it was impossible for him to ask him to read the Master's handwritten book as soon as he met.

This was politely declined.

"The practice of Confucianism is not the way to be born. To this day, the classics of the various scholars have been widely circulated, so we should not care about the view of others."

Zeng San's refusal was taken for granted, and An Qisheng was not surprised. Zeng San frowned and said, "For the spiritual wisdom born on the Bodhi tree, I have no other magical powers since I opened my spirit, and what I gained was only 'enlightenment'. If I see what I gained, I will be left to Mr. Zeng, and I will not take away any of them."

The more the earthly path or the person behind him doesn’t want him to know, the more curious An Qisheng becomes.

In the Japanese God, Yuanmou gained nothing. The only thing he could expect was those masters whose names were still passed down even though they were banned for many years.

Confucius, the Confucian scholar, is one of them.

"Bodhis son?"

Zeng San stretched his eyebrows. The body of the demon clan is quite important to the demon clan. It is obvious that the person in front of him can say that he is sincere.

"It's just that so-called enlightenment is what kind of supernatural power? With this supernatural power, you can gain something. Is it exaggerated?"

Zeng San looked at An Qisheng with a hint of curiosity.

After the Battle of Phoenix Emperor's Battle against Heaven, the emperor cut off the heavens and cut off the way of ordinary people to become gods. The inheritance of all sects and sects was cut off. He pursued it for two hundred years but did not gain anything.

Just rely on one magical power to gain something?

"A glimpse of the picture can lead to the full picture. The so-called enlightenment means to understand the supernatural powers, techniques, and principles that they have practiced from the scriptures left by the ancestors."

An Qisheng concealed it, but did not conceal it intentionally.

There are many supernatural powers in the world, and there may not be no supernatural powers similar to those that come to dreams and get the classics of people, but he cannot explain them because of the person behind the scenes.

It is very likely that you have a deep understanding of yourself, or the magical power of Taoism, and beware of it.

An Qisheng has already noticed this.

"Is there any such magical power?"

Zeng San was a little surprised. He had never heard of such supernatural powers.

But if he lies, wouldn’t it be extremely easy for others to expose it?

After thinking a little, he took out a yellowed ancient scroll from his arms and handed it to An Qisheng: "This is a handwritten book left by a great Confucian scholar of my Confucianism. Please also ask Mr. An to show this magical power."

This is a yellowed ancient scroll. The materials are obviously excellent and the storage is excellent. However, after years of experience, the handwriting on it is still clear, but the surface of the scroll is inevitably yellow.

“This is nature.”

An Qisheng smiled slightly, and the moment he took the ancient scroll, a faint light appeared in the depths of his eyes.

Buzz ~

In just a moment, waves were rising in his heart, and ripples appeared on the hanging mirror, and many words surrounded and rotated around them as if they had come alive.

A picture was drawn from scratch.

Huh ~

The divine will touch lightly, as if it breaks through a thin film.

Countless pictures flowed by the heart like water, and they were frozen immediately.

Ancient house, old trees, green lights...

From far to near, from big to small, it seems like I have traveled through the long years, and An Qisheng's eyes fell into this ancient house.

In the dark and bright lights, an old man was writing quickly, sometimes accompanied by the sound of a light cough.

"...... The emperor is invincible and the world is unrest...... The humans and demons fight, the war spreads, and the people live in misery... sigh, I pursue the truth of my master for life, I sigh, I have to struggle for my life, and I can't be at peace..."

"The Tao is free and free, and the Buddha cultivates his own body. Where is my Confucian Tao? Master, my disciples are incompetent and cannot bear the legacy of your elders. What's even more sad is that they cannot be passed on or passed on..."

"............Is it like a dream to run around for thousands of years? Gods and Buddhas are invincible, where is the road to the people? What is it?!"

"Pity, sad, hateful..."

Like beans under the lights, the old man's breath is also swaying like a light, as if it can be extinguished at any time.

He wanted to write down everything he knew and understood again and again, but he failed every attempt.

His heart has everything, but he can't speak, but he can't write it if he wants to leave a book.

I have written and written in blood, stone tablets, hidden characters, riddles, and dismantled characters again and again... but I have changed countless methods, but I still cannot leave any words.

He knew, but there was no difference between him and not.

An Qisheng looked at him and seemed to be able to empathize with him.

As his realm rose, the magical powers of Entering Dream Daqian transformed several times, and they were no longer the same as before. With a thought, you can already sense everything that the person can sense.

Painful,

Not willing to,

sigh,

Compassion,

Sorrow...many emotions surged in my heart instantly, which was the melancholy in the old man's heart.

Many memories of the old man also emerged in his heart.

This old man, named "Zeng Yan", was a true Confucian sage, the great-grandson of the seventy-two disciples of Confucius, "Zeng", and the ancestor of Zeng San.

He was in an era where the emperor was at the end of heaven and the Confucianism and Taoism were at the end of time, and it was also a chaotic period when humans and demons were really fighting.

Because of his status and inheritance, what he knew was far beyond Zeng San, but unfortunately, he couldn't say it.

"Will anyone hear it? I don't know..."

After a long time, the old man seemed to give up completely and walked out of the room. His figure was thin, tall but just like Zeng San.

He stopped under the old tree, looked at the stars in the sky in the distance, muttering to himself: "Maybe it's futile, but even He cannot deprive history..."

He murmured in his heart, the light of his heart illuminated the courtyard like a substance, and then turned into a pen in his palm.

He began to write with emptiness as paper, heart as pen, and Confucianism that he practiced throughout his life as the Mo.

".........The world of heaven and earth begins to open, and the gods are born. This is the God and Demon Chronicle, and the God and Demon Chronicle is respected by the three supreme divine beasts.

One is the candle dragon, two is the divine unicorn, and three is the phoenix emperor.

This is the ancestor of scales, birds and beasts. This cycle begins with the death of the Phoenix Emperor before he was born and ends with the Heavenly Saint and the Demon Saint achieving enlightenment.

The Demon Age is then opened.

The two saints came to the ordinary and swept the gods and demons in the sky. After many years of fighting, the saints of heaven climbed to heaven to preach. The many great masters of Jing Cong gradually evolved into the prototype of the imperial court after many years.

The Demon Saint enters the earth, opens up the underground demon abyss, collects the evil spirits of heaven and earth, and sits down to gather all the demons since the beginning of the world, becoming the ancestor of the Demon Abyss.

The two sides have fought for many years, and many gods and demons who are born in heaven and earth have fallen, but a race that is different from gods and demons was born on the bodies of gods and demons.

This is the beginning of the human race.

The end of the Heavenly Demon Rate is symbolized by the beginning of the imperial court and the first birth of the human race.

All the records have passed, and the ancient times have arrived.

In ancient times, gods and demons licked their wounds and silently accumulated strength. The Heavenly Saint and the Demon Saint stopped and were each in silence.

The newborn human race ushered in the ancient times in a ignorance, fighting with ferocious beasts, heaven and earth, and gradually gaining a foothold.

The world changed again, and there was nowhere in the world coming from, awakening the gods and demons in the world. The overlord in that world was unparalleled.

The master called himself "Old Man of Tianhuang" and said that his clan was a monster. The old man of Tianhuang had the power of a candle dragon and his size was infinite.

The arrival of the demon world triggered the riot of gods and demons to suppress it. The battle lasted for countless years. In the end, it ended with the death of the old man Tianhuang and the rename of the demon world was "Beast Dao".

In ancient times, gods and demons fought against monsters, and the human race was also affected, almost exterminated, and it was difficult to survive.

.....”

Zeng Yan wrote in a hurry in the night, with his light and strong spirit. However, his words were destroyed when they fell, and his words were lost when they were spoken. Even the many Confucian disciples who were alarmed by his actions did not know what he was doing.

But he seemed to have not realized it, just leaving words in the empty space with strokes, and An Qisheng could feel the bitterness in his heart.

This is not his first attempt, but it must be his last attempt.

There is nothing else, his deadline is coming.

Even though I don’t know if it is feasible, I have to let go of it.

"The Age of Gods and Demons, the Age of Heaven and Demons, the Ancient Chronicle..."

An Qisheng's mind was calm. This was the first time he had fully seen the path of the earthly immortals, or the past of the emperor and heaven.

Boom!
To be continued...