The Woodcutter Saint was calmly bowed by him and said, "I don't have many disciples. I used to be the prince and the prince. The prince doesn't have to be my master, so my official disciples are only you and your senior brother. Compared with your senior brother, you seem a little immature. You really have to study hard. I am not teaching you to learn bad things, but I just teach you not to suffer losses."

Qin Mu blinked his eyes and felt a little less like a saint, but rather like the old people from Can Lao Village.

"Saint Master, what is a saint?" Qin Mu asked.

"A saint is a state of mind."

They came to this God-killing Platform. The woodcutter and saint looked at the sacred mountain and said slowly: "I once told you that the eldest brother, there are three establishments for becoming a saint, establishing words and teachings to achieve merits, and becoming a saint. If these three establishments are done, the state of mind will reach a high state. From the perspective of the state of mind, no one can defeat it. Only when a saint has words can he establish education, educate sentient beings, preach the teachings and solve doubts, break the thorns, and open a smooth road."

Qin Mu was stunned and said in a daze: "Stand up the education? Didn't it be that you founded the Heavenly Saint Sect preaching?"

The woodcutter saint shook his head and said, "It is not about establishing religion, but about establishing education. Establishing religion is about creating a sect. It is too shallow. If you create a sect, there will be disputes between sects, and there will be disputes between sects, and there will be disputes between sects, and there will be disputes between sects, and there will be no words. Isn't it a destruction of your own foundation? Therefore, if you say you are the leader of the Tiansheng Sect, I know that your senior brother's approach is probably wrong."

Qin Mu's mind roared, and suddenly remembered the Heavenly Saints Masters who were staying in Fengdu, and unconsciously imagined their tears.

They are proud and proud of the identity of the Heavenly Saint Master, but they do not know that they are all wrong with the woodcutter.

The woodcutter and saint walked along this sacred mountain, and from time to time grabbed huge rocks. The huge rocks were melted directly by his magic power, turning into stone pillars covered with raised patterns, and inserted into the foot of the sacred mountain with a wonderful formation.

"Establishing education means establishing education. How to establish education? Open education, develop colleges, expand talents, do practical things, study Taoism, and supernatural powers, and use them for daily use by the people."

He whispered softly, while refining the teleportation stone pillar, he said to Qin Mu: "If the country is weak, then reform will be strong to strengthen the country."

His refining technique is not as good as that of a mute, but it is also extremely fast, marking the talisman culture that transmits magical powers on stone pillars.

"If the people are weak, then preach and benefit the people to strengthen their people."

"If the soldiers are weak, reform the weapons to strengthen their soldiers."

"If you are stupid, you will advise him to make a big statement and advise him to change him. If you do not change, you will advise him to change him again. If you do not change him, you will establish a new king."

"If heaven has no way, then once the law is changed, the law of heaven can be changed to follow the world. If heaven does not change, then the law of change is changed. If it does not change, then the law of heaven will be established."

...

He said in detail, and before he knew it, he had walked most of the way along the foot of the mountain.

Qin Mu listened carefully and remembered it. When the woodcutter saint finished speaking his ideas, Qin Mu suddenly said, "Saint Master, this saint's requirements are too high. I think carefully about everyone I met and heard. No one can meet the saint's requirements. Can you do this yourself?"

The woodcutter and saint stopped, and the rocks in the air melted, forming stone pillars.

The woodcutter and saint remained motionless, and the patterns on the stone pillars stopped evolving.

Qin Mu was worried and complained that he was talking too much. He looked up quietly and saw the middle-aged man in woodcutter's outfit burst into tears without realizing it.

“I used to think I could do it.”

The woodcutter saint's voice was a little hoarse and sad: "I thought I could be a saint, and others called me a saint. I thought I could establish education, reform and strengthen the Kaihuang Kingdom, change the current situation of the weak people, give the people great powers, change the weak soldiers, and give the soldiers the power to establish the four borders and shock the barbarians. I thought I could make the king not stupid, make the heaven not without law, and think that I could make meritorious and defeat corruption... In the last three points, I was defeated..."

Dong.

The stone pillar that had not yet been refined fell to the ground and was inserted into the soil. The woodcutter saint put his right arm on the pillar, his head was buried in the bend of the elbow, and tears flowed everywhere, so that Qin Mu did not see his loss of composure.

"I was defeated, I couldn't stop Kaihuang from going to Wuyou Township, I made you stupid. I was defeated, I thought I could change the way of heaven to change the way of heaven, but heaven destroyed the Kaihuang Kingdom and ruined the Kaihuang era. I was defeated, and I failed to make a contribution in that final battle..."

"I'm defeated... Qin Mu, I'm not the saint you are looking for, I can't teach you, I'm just a loser..."

...

Qin Mu looked at him in a daze, and a feeling of empathy was brewing in his heart.

When the woodcutter's reforms were in full swing, Kaihuang suddenly retreated and established Wuyou Township without a fight, so the woodcutter was depressed.

He watched Kaihuang retreat, watched the Kaihuang era be destroyed by hard work, watched the comrades die for the same idea, watched their heads be cut off, and their blood was sprayed on the familiar land, and watched those comrades who were waiting for Kaihuang to come again and lead them to fight again grew old and died, and watched the people of that era die from generation to generation, and the newcomers replaced familiar faces.

The setbacks and pains in his heart are unimaginable to others.

Qin Mu suddenly shouted loudly: "Saint Master, can you pass on your saint's way to me?"

The woodcutter saint wiped away the old tears with his elbow-bent sleeve and turned to look at him. Qin Mu said excitedly: "I want to inherit your mantle, continue to move on, and continue to change. If you are stupid, you will attack the king. If you have no laws, you will attack the heaven!"

The woodcutter saint looked indifferent and shook his head and said, "You can't."

Qin Mu's passion was poured into a cold heart. He clenched his fists and said angrily: "Why can't I do it? The senior brother's ability to understand and comprehend is a bit poor. I am not that stupid to understand Li Tian Sheng Sect!"

The Woodcutter Saint shook his head and said, "Your senior brother is a little stupid, but you are not much better. You are prone to being passionate and working hard. Although you are sometimes cunning, you have no concentration. You are prone to being a saint and feel very fresh in everything. You really want to study it. Although you have scheming, you are not cunning enough. Although you have faith, your belief is not stable enough, and your heart is not strong enough. You are not a saint yet, and your heart remains unchanged. You are not a saint. At the very least, you are not enough now."

Qin Mu shouted: "I can change, I can learn!"

"I can't wait."

The woodcutter smiled warmly, his voice softened, and said, "Good disciple, I really can't wait that long."

Qin Mu was stunned and dazed.

The woodcutter saint continued to refine the stone pillar and walked forward.

Qin Mu followed him silently and watched him refine the teleportation pillars.

After a long time, the woodcutter saint finally finished the arrangement. He glanced at Qin Mu, who was a little depressed, and said with a smile: "Don't have to cry. If I hadn't known you well, I would have really been like the guy Black Tiger, thinking that your heart of Tao is so bad. Let's go up the mountain."

The frustration on Qin Mu's face disappeared, and he followed him back to the top of the God-Slaying Platform.

The woodcutter saint activated the teleportation formation, and the stone pillars shone brightly, and the runes imprinted in the stone pillars shone out, illuminating the runes marks in the air, turning them into strange and magnificent text and pattern symbols.

These symbols are connected in mid-air, whistling and rotating, and the rotation is getting faster and faster!

Even if an existence like a woodcutter wants to move this God-Slaying Platform, he needs to first turn his teleportation magical power into a formation and use the power of the formation to teleport the God-Slaying Platform!

Amid the roar of light, the God-Slaying Platform roared up and flew along the light!

Qin Mu stood on this sacred mountain and looked back and saw that the alien star was getting farther and farther away, and soon disappeared from his sight.

Around them are the vast dark starry sky, desolate and silent, and occasionally you can see extremely small stars.

Qin Mu suddenly said, "Saint Master, I think there is a person who has better qualifications and understanding than me, and meets your conditions. I want to introduce him to see you."

The woodcutter saint was slightly stunned, Zhan Yan smiled and said, "Okay. But you don't have to call me a saint anymore, just call me a teacher."

"teacher."

The torrent of light shone down from the sky of Luofutian, shining on the ground in front of an altar in Luofutian.

The ground suddenly appeared under the light flow, and many complex rune marks were constantly changing. Then the light flow disappeared, and the huge and magnificent God-Slaying Platform suddenly appeared!

The woodcutter walked down the God-Slaying Platform, and the big axe behind him flew up, splitting a door and heading straight to Taihuangtian: "Take him to see me."

Qin Mu bowed and said, "Yes, teacher."

Taihuangtian, Leave the city.

National Master Yankang and a group of scholars from various academies in Yankang were designing spiritual weapons to attack cities and large-scale battles. Qin Mu came and said to National Master Yankang: "National Master, the woodcutter and saint want to see you."

Master Yankang's body was shocked and looked up at him, both surprised and happy.

The two arrived at Luofutian. National Master Yankang looked up and looked at the tall and majestic altar. On the altar, a middle-aged man in a woodcutter dress was standing there.

Master Yankang was in a state of excitement. After tidying up his clothes, he was about to climb the altar to ask for a meeting. Suddenly, the sound of the woodcutter saint as bright as a bell came from the altar: "Mr. Yankang, I have three questions. Answer these three questions. You can come to the altar to meet me! You can climb the altar!"

National Master Yankang walked up the stone steps and reached one-third of the place. Suddenly, the voice of the woodcutter saint was heard: "The first thing to ask you about your original intention! Answer!"

National Master Yankang stopped and said loudly: "Set up your mind for heaven and earth, establish your destiny for the living and the people, inherit your unique knowledge for the past sages, bring peace for all ages, and be my original intention!"

On the top of the altar, the woodcutter and saint were silent for a moment and said, "Come to the altar."

Master Yankang continued to climb upwards. When he arrived at two-thirds of the place, the voice of the woodcutter saint was heard again: "The second question is your heart! Answer!"

National Master Yankang stopped, his spirit was timeless and his spirit was full of energy: "The original intention remains unchanged, and the heart of Tao is forever!"

"Go to the altar!"

Master Yankang continued to climb and was about to reach the top of the altar. The woodcutter saint asked: "The third question, do you know that you will die because of this and be ruined because of this. Therefore, people in the future will forget you and even hate you? This career and this path may not only destroy your life, but also destroy your reputation and make you nameless in the future."

"Know."

Master Yankang bowed: "I am willing to do it, have no guilt and no regrets."

The Woodcutter Saint smiled: "I taught countless people, but I only accepted two disciples. However, neither disciple has ever obtained my true teachings, but instead it has blossomed outside the door. Come up."

Master Yankang ascended the last stage, came to the top of this altar, and faced the woodcutter and saint.

when--

The woodcutter saint fell to the ground behind the ground and inserted it on the ground. The woodcutter sat on the back of the axe, with a big golden knife, and his hands were placed on his knees: "You can become a disciple."

Master Yankang lifted up his blue shirt, knelt down, and said in a deep voice: "Sir Jiangling, pay homage to the teacher!"

Qin Mu looked up at the altar and tears wet his cheeks. He witnessed the inheritance of saints across the Kaihuang and Yankang eras.

The burden of a saint is handed over from one era to the shoulders of people in the next era.
Chapter completed!