My disciple is Sun Wukong

Chapter 390 Worship

【393】Worship

"Tai Chi originated from gossip. If you could study the gossip carefully, how could the Tai Chi sect not be as it is today?"

Ye Xuan lectured in a stern tone.

That posture looks like the ancestors are reprimanding the unworthy descendants.

People around stared at Ye Xuan with staring eyes, as if they were looking at a stranger.

Your sister, aren't you a student?Can you position yourself?You can really brag, who do you think you are?Zhang Sanfeng, the founder of Taiji School! !
Even more speechless,
Do you know what Tai Chi School is?

Haven't fallen yet?
With a radius of thousands of miles, who doesn't know the prestige of Taiji School?

Even His Majesty Tian Haigan has to be polite to the Tai Chi sect.

The old god of the Tai Chi school is even more famous, how many rich and powerful people in the secular world have received the favor of the old god, and how many people want to ask to see the old god, it is as difficult as going to heaven!

You actually said that people are down?Really ignorant!
"Ye Xuan, shut up and apologize to the Taoist priest." The Eighth Sage King couldn't help but sternly reprimanded him.

Grand Master Jiang's mouth curled up, and even his eyes were smiling, just looking at Ye Xuan with a smile, anyone could see the contempt in his eyes.

"Is this guy in charge of being funny?"

"I am artificial leather, he is real leather!"

"I'm going, he actually taught the Tai Chi sect a lesson, and said that they are in decline. Who does he think he is? Zhang Sanfeng, the founder of Tai Chi?"

Gongsun Rongruo and Situ Haowen patted their foreheads and complained angrily!
Why did Ye Xuan escape like this?Doesn't this obviously cause trouble!

Lonely Shang Yin, Song Qiji, Ye Ziqing and other talents who were ranked behind Ye Xuan looked at Ye Xuan a little...unbelievable?

OMG!

With this kid's IQ, how did he get a perfect score?

Is he kidding us?
……

"Layman, let's say it one last time, the Holy Land of Fuxi Mausoleum, please be careful."

Lu Tianyi couldn't bear it anymore, and walked up to Ye Xuan step by step, staring at him intently.

His self-cultivation is very good, but it doesn't mean he can tolerate Ye Xuan's presumptuousness.

"Did I say something wrong?" Ye Xuan looked innocent.

Lu Tianyi sneered:
"Tai Chi is indeed derived from gossip, but my Tai Chi school has never declined! I have never stopped studying gossip."

"Since Zhang Sanfeng established the sect, it has been passed down for more than 700 years. It has always been one of the Big Dippers of Wulin Taishan, and it is also well-known in the art world."

"My great-uncle practiced Tai Chi internally and externally. At the age of 30, he was powerful in martial arts. I'm afraid your grandfather was not born at that time..."

Lu Tianyi was very aggressive, and when he was talking about passion, he suddenly shouted coldly: "Tianyi...you are too persistent."

Lu Tianyi shuddered and immediately shut up.

It was Zhang Peiran who stopped. At this moment, he was kneeling on the futon at the front of the altar, facing Fuxi Mausoleum, and his back was facing the crowd, but it seemed that he had eyes on his back, and he knew every move under the stage like the palm of his hand.

"The little layman's unintentional words aroused your anger. Have you forgotten how I usually teach you?"

"Cultivation is not for you to pursue unfathomable realms and explore theories that you don't understand, but to start with your own body and mind, observe and recognize your greed, anger, ignorance, and arrogance, establish correct views, and cultivate your vows. A specific person and work hard.”

"Practice means every word and deed. The words of the little layman have no lethality, but your heart is not calm."

There is no trace of fireworks in these remarks, just like the rain hitting the eaves and the wind blowing the wheat waves, it is natural, delicate, moistening things silently.

Immediately, Lu Tianyi lowered his head in shame: "Uncle Master, this disciple realizes his mistake."

"Since I know I was wrong, I should apologize to the little layman soon."

"Yes." Lu Tianyi faced Ye Xuan, bowed deeply, and said in a more modest voice, "Layman, it was the Xiaodao who collided rudely earlier."

At this moment, everyone was convinced.

"It's really worthy of being an expert in the world. This kind of self-cultivation is absolutely perfect."

"Some people are really shameless. If the old god didn't care about it, he might have been kicked out long ago."

"Tsk tsk, this is the demeanor of a Tai Chi master, really admirable!"

The students in the audience praised Ye Xuan one after another, and at the same time they despised Ye Xuan even more, and they couldn't help being sneering in their hearts. In their opinion, if the old god hadn't been well-educated, someone like Ye Xuan would have been beaten to death long ago.

"Okay, everyone, come and pay homage to Fuxi Mausoleum."

With that said, Jiang Taishi took the lead and walked behind Zhang Peiran, kneeling on the futon.

Immediately afterwards, the Eighth Prince, Jiangzhou Shu, Gongsun Rongruo, and Situ Haowen also knelt down.

After that, students from all states knelt down one after another.

Fuxi is the ancestor of China!

All descendants of the Hua Kingdom must be respectful and devout when worshiping Fuxi Mausoleum.

Everyone kowtowed and bowed down.

After three prostrations, many people were stunned.

Because there was one standing there straight without bending his knees.

It was very eye-catching at the scene.

It was Ye Xuan.

This time, Grand Master Jiang was furious, blew his beard, and stared at his eyes: "You bastard, you still don't kneel down in front of the ancestor of mankind!"

No matter how much the Eighth Sage King defended Ye Xuan, he now put on a straight face: "Ye Xuan, kneel down quickly."

Xiao Chuqing was really anxious, she pulled Ye Xuan's clothes vigorously: "Ye Xuan, what are you doing? Kneel down quickly."

"I don't kneel." Ye Xuan made it clear.

"Why?" Xiao Chuqing looked like a ghost:
"My Mr. Ye! I know you are very powerful, but this is the ancestor of mankind. You are disrespectful and you will be struck by lightning!"

Xiao Chuqing stomped her feet angrily, and didn't see that many people were angry. Why doesn't this guy have any vision?
Suddenly, she thought of the first time Ye Xuan accompanied them to Nanshan to worship Buddha. At that time, Ye Xuan refused to worship the gods, and the temple would collapse if he knelt down.

Although it is very strange, the theory of immortals is too illusory. The mausoleum in front of you is Fuxi, one of the ancestors of mankind, and he is an existence that everyone admires.

If you don't pray, there will be public outrage.

"Boy, you are going too far, this is the mausoleum of Emperor Fuxi!"

"How dare you disrespect Emperor Fuxi, you will be arrested and sentenced!"

"Back then, if there was no Emperor Fuxi, human beings today would not know what it would be like!"

"We are all descendants of Emperor Fuxi, how dare you deceive our master and destroy our ancestors!"

"Disrespecting ancestors is a serious crime and should be punished!"

At this moment, countless students stood up one after another, looking at Ye Xuan with righteous indignation.

"Are you sure you must force me to worship?" Ye Xuan looked at the group of people sideways and sneered.

"Stop talking nonsense, kneel down immediately!" Everyone glared.

This time, even the immortal Zhang Peiran turned his head and stared at Ye Xuan!

This is no longer a question of self-cultivation, but a matter of national justice.

Ye Xuan felt helpless,

Fuxi is your ancestor, that's right!
But what the hell is one of the clay figurines I made!
(End of this chapter)