Strange world, I can seal the gods

Chapter 307 The Divine Power Without Money!

"A good one would rather kill a thousand by mistake than let one go. Could it be that just because of a letter of yours, the hope of my Haoran's future will be wiped out? What qualifications do you have to represent the people of the world?" Meng Shengren didn't care at this time The grievances and hatred between the two sides revealed a cold murderous intent in their eyes.

In order to save the old Confucian scholar, he wanted to tear up his face with the sage.

"This is not my will alone, but everyone's will. What kind of means and courage do we need to plot the great cause and overthrow the Great Zhou? Everyone puts their heads on their belts, and if they are not careful, they will die Dao Xiao. With so many of our lives, isn’t it worth a deviant old Confucian scholar?” Li Sheng’s voice was passionate: “We are waiting for a great cause through the ages, not a child’s play. No flaws are allowed to appear! Any fixed numbers that are not in the game should be erased."

The sage of ritual looked at the five emperors of five directions: "What do you think of the five gods? Does this old man make sense?"

Emperor Dongyue pondered for a while, and then said with a wry smile: "It is indeed reasonable. Since we have decided to change the day and put our head on our waist to be that desperado, we have already held the belief that we will be benevolent if we do not succeed. It is just a Saints are nothing but icing on the cake, and less will not affect the overall situation. But if the imperial court separates Confucianism and erects a banner, the situation will be reversed in an instant and we will fall into a disadvantaged state."

Emperor Dongyue looked at Saint Meng with a pair of eyes: "We represent not only our own fate, which one of the big guys is not behind thousands of disciples? Thousands of families are involved. Once you fail, there will be no room for recovery .”

Would Emperor Dongyue think so much?
He is a ghost and a god, and he is a mortal enemy with Qi practitioners. He wished that Qi practitioners would die as many times as possible.

At that time, their ghosts and gods can easily and effortlessly take the world as their own.

Meng Sheng was furious: "But he has no real evidence, and he is just a letter. It is ridiculous to want to cut off my lineage and kill my lineage of saints with a letter of unknown authenticity! Ridiculous to the extreme!"

"Whether this letter is true or not, the gods have been operating in Dazhou for thousands of years, and they will definitely be verified if they inquire a little bit. There is no impenetrable wall in the world. What is true is true, and what is false is false!" At this time, the holy man of ceremony has the chance to win.

He mastered etiquette, mastered the rules, and under the rules, he crushed people to death.

He is the oldest saint, sitting and watching the clouds gather and disappear, and he knows human nature too well.

The old antiques present would never want to see two saints appearing in the same lineage, and everyone would fall into a passive position at that time, leaving Haoran's lineage behind by a large margin.

Everyone's silence has already expressed their attitude.

Saint Li swept his eyes across the field, and finally stopped on Fo Lao, with a smile in his eyes: "Fo Lao, what do you think?"

Fo Lao was silent when he heard the words, what did he think?

Of course he hoped that Meng Shengren and Li Shengren would use their brains, so that if the qi practitioners in the middle land were in chaos, his chances of Buddhism outside the territory would be greatly increased.

But he can't say that.

Fo Lao's eyes fell on the envelope in Li Shengren's hand, and countless thoughts flickered in his mind: "Since Li Shengren has spoken, he must be fully prepared. I might as well give a hand at this time and help him complete the plan. One pulse, two pairs Saint, it is indeed too against the sky, just like the original prehistoric, how can you mess around?"

"Amitabha, the old monk has a question. Now that fellow Taoists have taken out the letter, how can we verify the authenticity of the contents of the letter?" The old monk looked at him with a pair of eyes.

The topic has been handed over to the other party. Whether you can grasp it depends on whether the sage can catch it.

If you want to kill a quasi-sage and cut off your lineage, how can you do it without a solid reason?
There must be a mountain of ironclad evidence, and the blocked saint Meng couldn't speak.

Li Shengren is indeed an old antique who has lived for an unknown number of years. He did not disappoint the Buddha and immediately seized the opportunity: "It is easy for the Buddha to want to prove it like a mountain."

A pair of eyes stared at Meng Shengren, whose clothes were bulging: "If I can show ironclad evidence, will fellow Taoists be convinced?"

Meng Shengren didn't speak, and countless thoughts were spinning in his mind.Looking at his determined opponent, countless thoughts flickered in his heart, and suddenly he felt a little bit unconfident towards the old Suanru: "Everyone will change, and I haven't met him for decades. If he really changes, it will be a waste of time." It seems that it is not unexpected for China to take refuge in the imperial court."

Meng Shengren suddenly felt a little unconfident, especially when he saw the swearing Li Shengren.

"The letter said that the court of the Great Zhou Dynasty had sent "Book of Rites" into the hands of Suan Confucianism. As long as we go to Daliang City and wait for the rabbit, we will definitely be able to catch the court's spies. Or go directly to the home of the old Confucian scholar and take a look at the court Is the book of rites in the old Confucian scholar's home?" Li Shengren looked at Meng Shengren:
"Brother Dao, once the Confucianism splits, the power of Qi trainers will be divided into two. With the support of the imperial court and the previous name, the Suan Confucian will definitely become our biggest enemy. What does it mean for us to rebel together? , you don’t know, right? Because one of your disciples killed us all, even if it was me, I would let your disciple go, and everyone would never agree.”

"That's right, now, verifying the authenticity of this letter has become the key. To verify the authenticity, it's easy. You just need to see if the old sour scholar has obtained the "Book of Rites". Identify it." The corpse said with a smile: "The old sour Confucian lived in seclusion in Daliang City, and the distance from Daliang City, left and right, is only the distance of our thoughts, why don't we go and identify it directly?"

There are many people who want to add insult to injury, not just corpses, but also other masters from all walks of life, and they definitely don't want Confucianism to have another saint.

At this time, the atmosphere on Kunlun Mountain gradually became strange, and everyone fell silent when they looked at each other.

"Why do you need to do it? Those are people from my Haoran lineage. Even if I do it, I will do it myself." After speaking, Meng Shengren took a step forward, his figure distorted and disappeared on the spot.

In Daliang City
Gong Nanbei stood in the yard, looking at Cui Yu with doubts in his eyes: "Can you help the old Confucian scholar's classics spread?"

"There is a way." Cui Yu took out an ax in the yard, and trimmed the big tree leisurely.

"I don't believe it! I have exhausted all the methods, what else can you do? But if there is a method, I will never be reduced to the point of humble begging for help." Gong Nanbei's voice was full of doubts.

"If you can trust me, come and work quickly." Cui Yu gestured to Gong Nanbei and said, "Cut this tree into pieces half the size of a pinky finger. Although your cultivation level is high, But high cultivation and methods are two different things. In terms of cultivation, I am not as good as you, but if it is about crooked ideas, you are not as good as me."

Seeing Gong Nanbei holding the scabbard and still staring at him suspiciously, Cui Yu said angrily, "Try it! If you try it, you won't be a child anymore... Pooh, there is no loss if you try it once."

Gong Nanbei finally obeyed Cui Yu's words, and saw a sword qi burst out from his sleeve, pruning a big tree into small pieces of wood in an instant, and scattered them in the yard.

Cui Yu picked up the wooden blocks on the ground to check, but found that the wooden blocks were smooth and neat, no worse than the compressed wood boards of later generations.

Cui Yu took out nails and finished the frame of the engraving block, then took out the classics of the old Confucian scholar, spread the books out, and said to Gongnanbei, "Carving is not difficult for you, is it?"

"What are you going to do?" Gong Nanbei looked surprised.

"Just do as I say." Cui Yu said.

Following Cui Yu's instructions, Gong Nanbei began to carve, and then saw Cui Yu pick up the wooden block to make typesetting, and with the ink printing down, a copy of the book appeared in front of Cui Yu.

"You are...how did you come up with this brain?" Seeing Cui Yu manipulating movable type printing, Gong Nanbei's eyes were full of disbelief.

Movable type printing is very simple, but no one can think of it.

Seeing each article printed under Cui Yu's engraving, Gong Nanbei's eyes were full of disbelief.

"It's just a small trick, not worth mentioning." Cui Yu smiled lightly.

Gong Nanbei watched Cui Yu's movements, and also stepped forward to help Cui Yu print.

The two worked hard for several nights, and tens of thousands of copies were carved and assembled.

"What are you doing with so many copies?" Gong Nanbei looked curious.

Cui Yu smiled: "Just wait and see."

Cui Yu's movements were fast, and the tailors in the city were even faster, and countless clothes of different sizes had already been made.

Cui Yu took some time to take away all the clothes, using the pockets in his sleeves to put them away.

Then I took it home and began to print all the templates on the clothes, forming one after another strange and individual clothes, like the "building dog" of the clothes of later generations.

Looking at the words on the clothes, Gong Nanbei was stunned, his eyes looked at Cui Yu: "What are you doing?"

Gong Nanbei's eyes were full of puzzlement.

On this coarse linen clothes, the next sentence of words is branded, after each article, can I still wear it?
Looking at the mountain of clothes, Gong Nanbei's little heart skipped a beat: "I said, Junior Brother, are you going to change your career to do business? And this fine coarse cloth, you can make clothes directly, how can you sell it? When people buy it , the size doesn’t fit, who would buy it? Aren’t you going to lose money and die?”

Hearing this, Cui Yu looked at Gong Nanbei with a proud look: "Look! Look! I am not as good as you in terms of cultivation, but in terms of brains, I am not as good as ten of you. Do you know what is xxx? Do you know what xl size is? Do you know what finished clothes are?
And, when did he say he was going to sell clothes?
give away!
He wants to give it away for nothing!

Isn't it just money?Isn't it old ginseng?

Ordinary qi practitioners, if they want to practice divine blood, they need to collect the essence of the sun and the moon, and seize the aura of heaven and earth, but does he need it?

Cui Yu doesn't need him!
Cui Yu was very proud to pay the bill with a big grudge!
Can be made!
"You don't understand the poor. It's just a few words branded. As long as the clothes are not torn, they are good clothes." Cui Yu kept branding the words on as he spoke.

Moreover, these inks are not ordinary inks, they are all later-generation chemicals prepared by Cui Yu.Once it's branded on, it's almost impossible to wash it off.

This is Cui Yu's unique craft, which uses material transformation to directly replace the craft of later generations, omitting the steps.

Cui Yu's hands are like hot wheels, one article after another is continuously branded on his clothes, and the engraved seals are all sparkling.

Later, Wang Yi and the two little ones also came to help, and even the teacher's wife was alarmed by the movement in the front yard. At this time, she ran out from the back yard, looking at the few people who were flaring sparks, and the pile of clothes. China is full of confusion.

"Gong Nanbei, what are you doing?" Shi Niang was very confused at this moment.

If she hadn't seen the words branded on the clothes, she would have thought that Gong Nanbei was going to change his career to sell clothes.

Gong Nanbei looked at Cui Yu, and Cui Yu leaned forward with a smile: "Master, it's like this. Isn't our husband being suppressed by others, and no one cares about his articles? This disciple just thought of a bad idea, branding your husband's articles on his clothes Come on, when the time comes, I will give clothes to the peddlers for free. Those peddlers roam the streets day and night, won’t everyone know about Mr.’s articles by then? As long as the topic is discussed, there will naturally be curious people Readers, buy Mr.'s articles back to read and criticize."

"As for no bookstore willing to publish a book for Mr., it's not difficult at all. We can directly print with movable type, so why ask someone? Mr.'s article is only tens of thousands of words, so it won't waste much time." Cui Yu sneered: " They can prohibit scholars from buying our husband’s books, but can they also prohibit traffickers from not wearing clothes? As long as traffickers walk on the street wearing clothes, scholars will definitely see it and even recite it subconsciously. Under the subtle influence, these people will inevitably ponder and study in their hearts, and the spark of spirit will collide with Mr.

Mistress was taken aback when she heard the words, and then grabbed Cui Yu's shoulder with her slender hands, her body trembling involuntarily, her eyes were rosy, her eyes showed disbelief, her lips trembled and she looked at Cui Yu, she was so excited that she couldn't help it. speech.

"Don't be six in basic exercises! Don't be six in basic exercises!" Cui Yu looked at the excited teacher and said with a smile.

"How much financial and material resources does this need?" Gong Nanbei on the side also changed color suddenly.

Such methods are simply throwing out a lot of money that does not cost money, and using the money to sell the road.

"It's just some money, it's just something outside of me. And I have cultivated supernatural powers, which can refer to materialization and material transformation. Those old medicines are all worthless to me."

Cui Yu said it lightly, but Gong Nanbei and Shi Niang are not ignorant people.

"How much divine power does it take? What kind of cultivation can withstand your creation?" Gong Nanbei was a little stunned.

That is divine power!

No money?
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