What is it like to be a saint?

Chapter 476 Death of the Holy Tree (1)

far north.

It is the country sealed by Zhaogong Miao descendants, Yan!
In Jicheng, the capital of Yan, within the Ancestral Temple of Yan State.

The majestic Gantang sacred tree has long lost the nourishment of the brilliance of humanity.

The virtue of Zhao Gong has declined, and the governance of Ji Zhou has died.

Although the holy tree is alive, life is worse than death.

This sacred tree that once shone everywhere, where there were wells, spread the brilliance of enlightenment, it should have died when the well-field system collapsed.

However, the former Haojing, the later Luoyang, and the current Yanguo have tried every means to renew the life of the sacred tree.

Countless incense copper, magic medicine, and spiritual things were sent to the ancestral temple to become nutrients supporting the holy tree.

Even so, the holy tree is still getting worse day by day.

First, he lost the brilliance of humanity, and then he lost the merit of enlightenment.

In the end, even the remaining Heavenly Dao merit was exhausted.

What is left is just a holy tree that has lived for 36 years, can no longer educate the world, and is struggling with decay every day.

Looking at the stalwart body of the holy tree.

Yan Guozong, who was already old, sighed leisurely.

He was born in the light of the holy tree and grew in the shade of the holy tree.

Unfortunately, he has never seen the glory of the holy tree.

Probably, never see again.

Suddenly, at a certain moment.

Lao Zong heard the loud praise.

"Cover Fu Gantang, don't cut it down, don't cut it down, call your uncle!"

He raised his head, and saw an extremely majestic sacred tree above the ancestral temple, with countless radiance hanging down from it.

Indistinct, there are countless figures, praising and singing under the holy tree.

"Hiding Fu Gantang, don't cut it down, don't cut it down, what Zhao Bo said..." Lao Zongzheng couldn't help singing along.

But from the corners of his eyes, crystal clear tears flowed out.

Because he knows.

What he sees are echoes of the distant past.

This can only happen under one condition: the holy tree will die completely.

Before dying, the Holy Tree of Enlightenment, which once enlightened the world and comforted all surnames, will return to its light and look for its most honorable moment.

"Cover Fu Gantang, don't kill, don't defeat, rest in Zhao Bo's place!" The loud hymn echoed throughout the ancestral temple, and also sounded in every corner of Jicheng.

Therefore, in Jicheng, the sons and grandsons of Mr. Zhao burst into inexplicable tears and sang along inexplicably.

The ancient scene is reflected in the sky of Jicheng.

In the distant past, Jicheng was still a field.

A small Gantang tree was planted by an old man surrounded by countless brilliance.

Contained in this field of hope.

"Under the whole world, is it the land of the king, and the shore of the land, is it the subject of the king!"

"Since the well is built on the basis of square li, the well is nine hundred mu, eight households cultivate it together, and the middle is public land, so it must be public first and then private!"

"Four wells are towns, and a gentleman teaches them..."

"The four towns are hills, please teach them as a senior teacher!"

"The four hills are counties, and you are ordered to teach them. You are virtuous, and you will die as ghosts and gods. They will live in life, teach the people to farm, and protect the Quartet!"

"The four counties are the capitals, and the gods are ordered to teach them!"

Amidst the vicissitudes of the ancestors singing, there are words of benevolence, spoken slowly.

Plan the best and most beautiful politics for the world, and formulate long-term peace and stability for the orthodoxy.

Countless descendants of Ji Zhou, monks, and gods, under the call of those two virtuous and virtuous people, rushed to the world and went to various places.

Taoism is thriving.

With merit and virtue, enlightenment is flourishing.

however……

"Secret Fu Gantang, don't shoot and don't worship, as Zhao Bo said!"

The compliments take a nosedive here.

The praises of the ancestors began to sob, low, and sad.

This is the mourning of orthodoxy, but also the sorrow of enlightenment.

The sons and grandchildren of Mr. Zhao saw that large tracts of well fields began to go barren.

I saw the moment when the Son of Heaven who marched south, with the hope of Zong Zhou, degenerated into a tyrant and an army of beasts on the banks of the Han River.

The blade of the king's teacher is stained with the blood of innocent people.

When the division of benevolence and righteousness, who were supposed to protect all surnames and punish the people, turned their swords against the people who were prepared to protect and protect them.

Karma screamed in the rampage.

Everything in the past was immediately denied by humanity.

So, on the banks of the Han River, stepping on the corpses of countless mortals, King Wen and King Wu began to build and polish the Master Master. Before they really became Master Masters and were recognized by humanity, they were dragged into the deepest and darkest abyss by the curse.

The backlash started immediately.

The emperor of the Southern Expedition and everything he brought were buried in the waves of the Han River.

Since then, Ji Zhou's luck has been irreparable and has fallen irretrievably.

I saw the beacon smoke from Haojing again.

The figure of the nine-tailed fox haunts it.

Surrounded by monster aura, the shadow of the witch clan casts on Hao Jing's formation.

The bite of a hundred hubs collapsed in an instant.

King Wen's Zhouyuan Xianchuan was shattered inch by inch amidst the trembling of the earth.

When all visions are over.

When the sobs and sorrows of the ancestors disappeared in the ears.

The aged old Zong was raising his head.

He saw the building collapse.

The sacred tree of Gantang, which had stood and guarded the country of Yan for 36 years, collapsed inch by inch.

Turned into countless sawdust.

boom!
The ancestral temple building of Yan Kingdom collapsed together with the holy tree of Gantang.

Old Zongzheng let out a wow and spit out a mouthful of blood.

He sat slumped on the ground, looking at the bricks and rubble falling from his head.

Neither struggling nor calling for help.

He just lowered his head and said, "It's over...it's over!"

"Alright! Alright!"

It belongs to the dreams of King Wen and King Wu, and the ideals of Duke Zhou and Duke Zhao.

Today, at this moment, completely down, completely over.

Zhou Dynasty, perish!
Orthodoxy, perish!
Everything, everything, will usher in the final liquidation and judgment.

In the catastrophe, also in the killing.

The blood of the gods will be sprinkled all over the river.

The crimes and merits of our members will eventually become history.

……

Guangchengzi headed east all the way.

Along the waterways of Qi State, head towards Qilu.

In the east, on the coast of the East China Sea, the aura of the Black Emperor is looming, and it is in harmony with the body of the king he sacrificed.

Therefore, he understood that his destination was in the east.

In Qilu, on the shore of the East China Sea.

Suddenly, Guang Chengzi stopped.

He looks north.

In Dao's heart, there is endless sorrow.

Hot tears flowed down his cheeks.

"Mercy! Mercy!"

"The sacred tree is destroyed!"

"The enlightenment of Duke Zhou and Duke Zhao really didn't leave any legacy behind!"

This is something that has already been planned.

Whether it is King Wen, King Wu, Zhou Gongyang or Zhao Gong, they are all pawns of saints, and they are all heroes who cannot help themselves.

In the beginning, it started on the day King Wen met Jiang Shang.

Everything is doomed.

Teaching requires sacrifice.

With Taoism as a sacrifice, sacrifice the blood of countless heroes, sacrifice the tears of countless heroes.

Like a medicine guide, connect those impossible things in series.

These are the things that Guang Chengzi only wanted to understand through the review after he left the teaching.

Feeling, the holy tree in the north completely collapsed, leaving agitation at the source of cause and effect.

Guang Chengzi took a deep breath: "I will never make wedding dresses for others like King Wen and King Wu!"

"Don't be like Zhou Gong and Zhao Gong, who manipulate your whole life and be deceived until your death!"

(End of this chapter)