Even if the Lantern is a magic weapon that knows the world, it cannot persuade anyone to change his mind. Therefore, the old Confucian scholar and Lantern are just the longest-standing two people who have lived in this world and have been chatting about it.

The final thing will still fall on Hui Chou Monk.

When the old Confucian scholar returned to the front of the Main Hall, Hui Chou Monk was about to fall asleep.

The old Confucian scholar patted Hui Chou Monk's shoulder, and regardless of whether he was awake, he said to himself: "I'm going back. If you really can't stand it, just stand by me. How about you?"

The old Confucian scholar's words were to drag Buddhism back into a certain situation.

Hui Chou Monk didn't think about it, and immediately refused, "I can't last for many years, so I'm going to see the monk Lijiao. However, Guanlou is still young and can live more. I'm afraid I can still see some future situations. As for whether it's good or not, it's all for young people."

This time, Zenzi left the Buddha land and wanted to go to the academy, so of course he wanted to solve the things in his heart first, and then go to Luoyang City to understand Buddhism and the mountains and rivers.

This kind of thing is like looking at a very complicated knot. Someone chooses to split it with one knife. It is certainly the most labor-saving and direct way, but whether it is Buddhism or Hui Chou Monk, what they think and choose is to be patient and squat next to the rope and untie it bit by bit.

This is really troublesome, but no matter how trouble is, it will not damage the rope.

The old Confucian scholar actually thought that Hui Chou Monk wanted to say this a long time ago, and he didn't feel disappointed.

He just said with some emotion: "Actually, you should have taken a good look at this world. You stayed in Lingshan all day, so you are not as good as me."

It was a forced choice for Hui Chou monk to stay in Lingshan. After all, there were only two saints, He and Hui Si, in the entire Buddhism. If he left Lingshan, the consequences would be unimaginable.

On the contrary, the old Confucian scholars can abandon anything. They say that if they have been walking in the world for a thousand years, they can really be walking in the world for a thousand years.

Hui Chou Seng said: "Actually, I have seen a certain sentence in a book and I think it's still interesting, otherwise you can read it too?"

The old Confucian scholar shook his head and said, "I have read too many books and have read enough in the world. I have to finish the last thing and then leave this world quickly."

As if he had not heard the old Confucian scholar's words, he said directly: "The most interesting sentence in that book is called "The Great Way to the Sky, go one side."

This is actually the dialect of Qingzhou Prefecture and Duzhou Prefecture, but it was originally supposed to be a road facing the sky and each side.

"The one who wrote the book studied in Duzhou Prefecture when he was a teenager. Maybe he would write this sentence later."

The old Confucian scholar said: "I want to know now whether Xiao Xu's death in the Demon Land will make the world famous in one fell swoop."

Hui Chou Monk looked at him and said very seriously: "Li Fuyao was sent into the lantern by that person, and looked at the scene six thousand years ago. Your student is afraid there is no hope."

Li Fuyao's opportunity is definitely the most special, most important and most useful of all the opportunities he has experienced.

The old Confucian scholar shook his head and said, "You really want to make him the next Qingqiu."

Hui Chou Seng said, "It's all fate. If he hadn't had Xu Ji's lanterns, he wouldn't have had this kind of good fate. If Xu Ji had handed over Jianshan to him and lanterns to Wu Shanhe, it would be hard to say what it is now."

The old scholar reached out to take off the wooden hairpin with his hair tied, and just said, "You monks have always been like this, and they are actually quite annoying."

Hui Chou Monk smiled and said, "I'm afraid that in the last thousand years, you will feel that the whole world is very annoying in the last few hundred years."

When the old Confucian scholar gradually improved his realm because he traveled all over the world and found that it was almost impossible to leave the world, he became a little annoyed.

The old Confucian scholar put away the wooden hairpin and said with some fatigue: "Things in the world are not new. I am not looking at Qingqiu. Looking at the road ahead, I can turn around and walk elsewhere. So in your heart, Qingqiu and Liuxiang are the same kind of people, but in my heart, Qingqiu is already much better than Liuxiang."

"In the entire history of cultivation, there are many people who can compare with Chao Qingqiu. Not to mention the Sword Ancestor, even the sword immortal Xin Tomb who ascended to the earth and wanted to fight Chao Qingqiu, I don't know who won or lost. But if you want someone like Chao Qingqiu, it's really hard to find a second one."

Many people in the world praise Chao Qingqiu, but no one has ever raised him to such a level.

The old Confucian scholar looked at the horizon and didn't know what thoughts came to mind. "It's a pity that no matter how interesting a person is, it will be boring once he becomes a dead person."

After saying this, the old Confucian scholar walked towards the sky with a smile.

Only living people are interesting.

This time, it's not for fun.

Hui Chou Monk looked at his back as he gradually walked towards the sky and suddenly asked, "Do you know what the world has said about you in the past thousand years?"

The old Confucian scholar did not turn around and just said, "I'm not interested."

Hui Chou monk said to himself: "They said there was a saint in Confucianism who disappeared for more than a thousand years. He didn't know the name, so he just called him an unknown scholar."

The sound is not loud, but the old Confucian scholars should be able to hear it.

But he ignored it and walked slowly towards the sky. After a moment, a golden light appeared in the sky. It was not a strange phenomenon, because it was not someone who broke the realm, but he showed the realm he had had for so many years again.

But when he showed his realm, the whole world suddenly

The sound of the great way sounded.

The sound was wonderful. No one knew where it came from, and not many people could hear it. Apart from the vast ocean in the clouds, there was no one else.

Ye Sheng was standing on a mountain, originally looking up to deduce something, but suddenly heard the sound of the great way. With a wave of his hand, thousands of golden silk threads penetrated into the clouds, not knowing where they were going.

But the sea of ​​clouds was torn to pieces by these silk threads at this time, and it looked extremely strange.

And Ye Sheng just said: "After so many years, I finally showed up."

When Ning Sheng heard the sound of the great way, he sat high in the clouds and looked at the depths of the sea of ​​clouds. This Taoist saint who was not as good as Ye Sheng left his fingers with a little cinnabar, and instantly reflected a sea of ​​clouds.

They are all vermilion.

In the distance, there was another colorful river following closely. Liang Yi stood on the sea of ​​clouds, frowned deeply. His realm was not as good as Ning Sheng, and even worse than Ye Sheng. He was one of the people who didn't know who this voice represented.

He instantly came to Ning Sheng's side and asked, "Who is this?"

Ning Sheng shook his head and signaled that he didn't know.

But these two saints were a little afraid of the voice.

After a long time, someone spoke out, "Which is better than Ye Sheng?"

In Yuwu Mountain, Chen Sheng was about to leave this place, he suddenly looked up at the sky. Then in the blink of an eye, the saint's body dissipated, and he came to the sea of ​​clouds, and soon came to Liang Yi and Ning Sheng.

Now, except for the one in the Demon-Suppressing Bowl, there are only four saints left, and now three are here.

Ye Sheng is the only one left.

Master Zhou was the second person in the world to hear that voice. He was the leader of Confucianism and the person with the highest cultivation level of Confucianism. He could not hear that voice.

Unlike the reactions of the Taoist saints, Master Zhou just shook his head after hearing the sound, and saw Zhang Shengruyun coming to his side. In the distance, Mr. Mu Yun was also here.

The three Confucian saints gathered again, and Zhang Sheng asked, "Who is this?"

Just revealing the realm can bring in the sound of the great way between heaven and earth. This realm is not only the three of them, but perhaps even Ye Sheng has not reached it.

Master Zhou did not hide it and said bluntly: "I have another saint in Confucianism who has not been seen for thousands of years. I am not leaving the world, but I am just pursuing the way to immortality."

Among the Confucian saints, Master Zhou has always been the mastermind for these thousand years, but there are only three of the four saints, because the saint left the sea of ​​clouds and was unknown.

Now, the saint is back.

Come back, so who will decide after Confucianism?

Perhaps the truth in the whole world is very simple, that is, whoever is stronger is the decision.

Master Zhou's face was normal. He was not as good as him back then, and he was not as good as him now?

Thinking of these things, he walked towards the depths of the sea of ​​clouds. As he walked forward, the Confucian heavenly book appeared on the sea of ​​clouds.

Zhang Sheng and Mr. Mu Yun looked at each other and saw the confusion in their eyes, but they were not able to understand, but they still followed.

Three Confucian saints headed towards the sea of ​​clouds above Lingshan.

But the first thing that arrived was Ye Sheng's millions of golden silk threads. Their lights appeared in front of the old Confucian scholar before they even entered the sea of ​​clouds. The silk threads emitted dazzling golden light, but they were quickly grabbed by the old Confucian scholar, and the golden light disappeared. But at this moment of dissipation, Ye Sheng broke through the air.

Among the saints of mountains and rivers, Ye Sheng is now at the highest level, so he naturally comes the fastest.

He stretched out his hand and forced the old Confucian scholar to take two steps back.

After standing firmly, Ye Sheng's Taoist robe was already moving with the wind, but the old Confucian scholar did not change much.

Hui Chou Monk looked up at the sky, and he had no expression. In the vast ocean in the clouds, if anyone could fight with the old Confucian scholar, it would be the leader of the Taoist sect.

The old Confucian scholar and Ye Sheng had no intersection at all. When he left the clouds to travel around the world, Ye Sheng had not yet become a saint. By the time Ye Sheng achieved the vast ocean, the old Confucian scholar had been in the world for many years.

I have seen all the mountains, rivers, demons and lands.

So even if Ye Sheng could find records about the old Confucian scholars in the Three Thousand Paths of the Heavenly Tower later, there was only a rough idea.

The old Confucian scholar knows Ye Sheng a lot in the world.

Ye Sheng looked at him with his expression unchanged, "After practicing for thousands of years, my predecessors can stand his mind, but why did he change his mind today?"

Since the old Confucian scholar is going to ascend to the sky, he should not reveal his traces before he ascends. Why did he appear today? Is it because he has already arrived that day?

The old Confucian scholar smiled and said, "Ye Xiujing, among the saints in the clouds, you are the only one who can compete with Qingqiu in terms of practice, but you are still not as good as me today."

Ye Sheng didn't say anything, but the demon-suppressing bowl had already appeared beside him.

If you can beat it or not, you have to fight it before you fight it.

The old Confucian scholar laughed and continued to climb with his aura. Before, the sound of the great way appeared, but now, a few colorful clouds have appeared in the sky, and thunder is heard above his head.

There is no movement.

The old Confucian scholar took off the seal on his waist and became bigger in an instant, and it became a mountain and river seal.

The Confucian treasure is the Confucian heavenly book. This is the news that Master Zhou passed on. Only a few people know that a thousand years ago, the Confucian treasure was not the Confucian heavenly book, but this mountain and river seal.

This mountain and river seal is the seal of Confucian leaders of all dynasties. A mountain and river seal can conquer mountains and rivers!

Ye Sheng looked at the mountain and river seal, waved his hand and his whole aura increased again. Since the old Confucian scholars said that he could compete with Qingqiu, why could Ye Sheng not mention his cultivation level in the years since Qingqiu left the world?

The old Confucian scholar smiled and said, "Ye Xiujing, there was something to tell you, but before telling you, fight first, so as not to trouble later."
To be continued...