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Chapter 91 I am a citizen of China first, and then a disciple of Confucianism (for subscription)

Ziguang!

The Ninth Five-Year Lord, a sage of hundreds of schools, is a fairy god.

In a ghost prison cell, there is a purple light leaking out at this moment.

In the cell, many ghosts who had fallen into mania because Su Le and others were imprisoned in, retreated to the corner of the cell one by one, with fear in their eyes.

The ghost soldiers in the cell are even farther away, not daring to approach at all.

The entire cell was silent, except for the cell where Chen Qi and the others were.

Su Le's eyes were shrouded in purple light, and when he opened them again, he found a person sitting in front of him.

A middle-aged man who described Kupi was sitting in a cramped prison cell.

The prison cell is only eight feet wide, and there is nothing but a pile of grass.

But even though the cell was cramped and dark, and the man looked haggard, his eyes were sparkling.

After a long time, the man got up, picked up a stone from the pile of straw, stood in front of the earth wall, and carved on the wall with the stone.

Just the first word, there is light flowing.

"The rest of the prisoner sits in an earthen room in the north courtyard."

"The room is eight feet wide and four feet deep. The single door is low and small, the white room is short and narrow, and it is dirty and dark."

"On this summer day, all the energies are gathering... It's been two years since I was born. Fortunately, I have been unharmed. It is almost impossible to nourish it. But I don't know what to nourish? Mencius said: "I am good at nurturing my aura of awe. There are seven qi, I have one qi, and one against seven, what trouble do I have!Kuang Haoran is the righteousness of the heaven and the earth, and this is a song of righteousness. "

As I write this, the luster is getting worse and worse, and it has gradually changed from blue light to purple light.

"Heaven and earth have righteous energy, mixed with manifolds. The lower part is the river and the mountains, and the upper part is the sun and stars. To people, it is called Haoran, and it is full of vitality."

When this sentence was written, purple light filled the entire cell, slowly pouring into the man's body.

"Although it is not the most holy teacher of Confucianism, once the song of righteousness comes out, its name will last forever, and it will be among the sages of Confucianism."

Su Le whispered, at this moment he still doesn't know that Mr. Wen Shan is being imprisoned in this special cell.

Poetry is complete.

The cell door opened, and an old man appeared in front of the cell door.

The old man, with a long white feather skirt on his upper body and sixteen bird and animal pendants hanging on his body, is the high priest of Shaman.

"Mr. Wenshan's poems have attracted purple air to linger, and the air is accompanied by the body. It is really a great joy."

Mr. Wenshan was silent.

"My emperor appreciates Mr. Wenshan very much. Even if you don't want to submit to our dynasty, and the world is stable, my emperor will forgive you. But now that you are lucky, you may not be able to leave."

The meaning of the high priest is obvious.

Originally, the emperor cherished talents, even if they were not used by my court, I could let you go when the world is stable, but now that you are accompanied by luck, you cannot be let go, because those who are accompanied by luck will change dynasties possibility.

Either surrender or die.

"One minister does not matter to two masters."

The high priest took a deep look at Mr. Wenshan, and continued: "Even if you die, my emperor will still pursue you, and your luck will still fall on me."

After the high priest left, Mr. Wen Shan sat upright again, and after a long time, he knelt in the south direction, and following Mr. Wen Shan's kneeling, the purple energy all over his body poured in the southeast direction.

The picture is here, it is over.

The awe-inspiring righteousness in Su Le's body also returned to calm at this moment.

The cell door opened at some point, Su Le bowed his head and walked in.

On the wall, the "Song of Righteous Qi" written by Mr. Wenshan is still clearly visible after thousands of years, shining with luster.

Su Le first bowed in the direction of the wall, and then turned his gaze to the fist-sized stone on the straw pile in the house.

This stone already has its own intelligence, and it is extraordinary.

There is a saying in Buddhism that the Buddha finally enlightened after sitting on the Vajra Seat under the Bodhi tree for six days and seven nights.

Buddhism is like this, and Confucianism is not bad either.

As soon as Mr. Wenshan sang the song of righteousness, this stone was also bred by the great righteousness, and after a long time, it has supernatural powers.

In a sense, this Shi Ling is Su Le's senior.

"Senior, this junior was entrusted by the ghost guards of the ghost prison, and came to tell the seniors that the seniors can enter and leave the ghost prison on their own. If there is any request, the ghost guards will fully satisfy it."

As a stone for writing "Song of Righteous Qi", the awe-inspiring righteousness on his body, no ghosts dare to approach it.

"No need, it is my mission to stay here."

When Shi Ling opened his mouth, Su Le was surprised, guarding here, what do you mean?
"This is a ghost prison. If I leave, the ghost prison will lose its ability to suppress. Countless ghosts will also escape from the trap, and the common people in the world will inevitably be robbed."

"Senior, do you mean that this ghost prison is because of your suppression, and these evil ghosts can't escape?"

"That's right, when my husband passed away, I gave birth to spiritual wisdom in a state of confusion. There are many dead people in this prison, and the ghosts linger. I suppressed these ghosts with my awe-inspiring righteousness."

"Later, the barbarians invaded and the wars continued. In the end, although these barbarians died, their souls remained in the country and still harmed our people. I was inspired by my husband's grace and gave birth to spiritual wisdom. I respected my husband's will and suppressed these barbarian ghosts."

Su Le's face was moved, he understood Shi Ling's meaning.

The land of China was invaded by barbarians several times. Although these barbarians were finally defeated and driven out of the land of China, many barbarian soldiers died in the land of China. Barbarian ghosts.

Little devil, the Eight-Power Allied Forces...

"Since the senior guards here, what about these ghost soldiers?"

"Hmph, there are still barbarian ghosts making trouble in China, but these ghost soldiers haven't captured barbarian soldiers and imprisoned them for a long time, and only punished them slightly."

"So it is."

This is because the ghost soldiers did not complete their performance, which caused Shi Ling's dissatisfaction.

"Since you are a disciple of Confucianism, you should inherit your master's ambition, and if you encounter barbarian ghosts making trouble in the future, you should kill them."

Su Le nodded, and replied: "Senior, don't worry, if the barbarian ghosts make trouble, this junior will not stand idly by."

"It's just why seniors didn't kill these barbarian ghosts directly, but suppressed them here?"

Shi Ling was silent for a while.

"It's not because I don't want to, but because I can't. After all, I'm not an orthodox Confucian disciple. The arrogance and righteousness also come from what you left behind. The arrogance and righteousness of your husband are as masculine as the scorching sun, but there is no way to destroy it."

Haoran Zhengqi is a general term for the righteousness of the universe. In fact, Haoran Zhengqi has different attributes. Mr. Wenshan is masculine and righteous, just like the scorching sun.

All the ghosts and monsters in the world are afraid of the scorching sun, so they sleep day and night to avoid the yang energy of the scorching sun.

Senior Shi Ling, this is also the reason for suppressing the barbarian ghosts in the ghost prison.

Those barbarian ghosts were suppressed in the ghost prison, as long as they didn't collide with the arrogance and righteousness, and didn't choose to get out of trouble, Senior Shi Ling couldn't help it.

In layman's terms, Haoran Zhengqi is like the power grid of a prison. As long as prisoners don't escape from the prison and don't touch the power grid, they will be fine.

Although the power grid is fatal, its defect is that its location is fixed.

"Senior, I think there are still some local ghosts in the ghost prison?"

"That's why those practitioners wanted to take advantage of this ghost prison and used my hands to suppress these ghosts. What you see is only the first floor of the ghost prison, but these practitioners don't know that I, this ghost There is a second and third layer of prison."

The corner of Su Le's mouth twitched, he probably knew the whole process.

It is estimated that a high-level person from Bureau 749 discovered the existence of such a ghost prison, and was overjoyed to lock the captured ghosts in directly, saving worry and trouble.

"You want to see the second floor of the ghost prison."

"think."

Su Le is also curious about the performance of these foreign ghosts being suppressed in the ghost prison.

Following Su Le's response, Shi Ling shot out a ray of light, which landed on the center of Su Le's eyebrows. Su Le's body trembled, and his five senses were lost. After recovering, he realized that he had come to another place.

"You are the fifth Confucian disciple to come here, I hope you won't disappoint me this time."

Su Le didn't hear Shi Ling's words, and he was scanning his surroundings at this moment.

It was still a ghost prison, but the ghost prison on this floor was completely different from the previous one. Not only was it more cloudy, but the most important thing was that he felt tyranny.

Su Le's eyes fell on the front. In the center of the cells on both sides, there is a book and a pen.

Opening the book, it records the names of every barbarian ghost in the cell, and the evil deeds they did in the land of China during their lifetime.

Millia: A native of Gaul, during the invasion of the Eight Kingdoms, in order to plunder antiques, he rushed into the rich and noble homes of the common people, killed seven Chinese people, and was beheaded by righteous men.

Seymour: A British citizen who entered China when the Eight Kingdoms invaded. In order to force our soldiers to surrender, they bombarded our Tianjin and Hong Kong area, causing hundreds of deaths and thousands of injuries. They died at the guns of Chinese soldiers.

……

Every name, every deed was stained with the blood of the Chinese people, Su Le looked at these prison doors with cold eyes.

"These people, even if they die as ghosts, should they be suppressed, should they be beheaded?"

While Su Le was looking at the book, a figure came, and then an old man with an oil lamp walked out slowly in the darkness.

Su Le's eyes fell on the old man. Although he didn't know the identity of the old man, he also felt the righteousness in the old man. Although the righteousness was weak, he was undoubtedly a Confucian disciple.

"These barbarian ghosts should be suppressed and killed." Su Le replied without hesitation.

"Just read on."

The old man signaled Su Le to continue to read the book, Su Le continued to read down, and saw that his brows were slightly furrowed when he saw the back.

"Should these barbarian ghosts who came to China to study and do business also be suppressed and killed?"

Hearing the old man's question again, Su Le fell silent.

The back of the book records some imprisoned barbarian ghosts. They were not invading soldiers during their lifetime, but civilians who came to China to study or do business.

These people died in Huaxia, and the ghosts were imprisoned in prison.

"It is said that civilians are innocent, do you think they should be suppressed?" the old man asked again.

Su Le's eyes narrowed slightly, and after a while, the tangled expression on his face was gone, and he replied: "We still need to suppress it."

This time, it was the old man's turn to change his face, as if he didn't expect Su Le to be the answer.

"Confucian disciples stand by benevolence and righteousness. Your answer is against the way of Confucianism."

"I am a citizen of Huaxia first, and then a disciple of Confucianism. The younger generation knows a word, if it is not my race, its heart must be different."

"A person who is not of my race must have a different heart, haha...cough..." The old man suddenly laughed loudly, and coughed a few times with a smile, which made Su Le a little worried about the old man's body.

"Young man, my choice back then was not to suppress. Would you like to hear my story?"

"All ears."

(End of this chapter)