Strange world, I can seal the gods

Chapter 375 No choice!

Murder and kill!
There is no doubt that Zhihu can kill people.

The old Confucian scholar looked at Zhihu in disbelief, his body trembling.

If Zhihu told him that he could accept that Meng Shengren's questioning of the mind and the way failed, after all, the one who discussed the Tao with Meng Shengren was the Li Shengren, the first Confucian saint in China.

As for the literary sages, they are the ancestors of the humanities.

But you told him that Meng Shengren was very sure about asking the mind, but he failed because of Chen Lu's betrayal. He couldn't accept it, and he didn't dare to believe it.

No matter how you think about it, it makes no sense for Chen Lu to betray Saint Meng and seek refuge with Saint Li.

"Why? What kind of benefits did Saint Li give him, that he would not hesitate to abandon Saint Meng and go to Saint Li?" The eyes of the old Confucian scholar were full of disbelief.

He couldn't figure it out.

Not only he couldn't figure it out, even Cui Yu couldn't figure it out, how could Chen Lu do such a thankless thing.

He is already a senior master in the Haoran lineage, why should he go to the Lisage lineage again?
Saint Li can never give him more than Saint Meng.

This is what everyone is curious about, why he chose to betray Saint Meng.

"Because of the god-devil rice!" Zhihu said here, and gave Cui Yu a meaningful look: "He resold the god-devil rice and owed too much debt. I won’t spare him. Instead of waiting until Meng Shengren leaves the customs to settle the matter, it’s better to send Meng Shengren in ahead of time.”

Speaking of this, Zhihu looked at the old Confucian scholar meaningfully: "Sage Meng was imprisoned in the Forest of Merit in the Ten Directions, and all the disciples of the Twelve True Traditions have broken their Dao Hearts and fell to the realm, and there will be no way forward in the future. The hope of Haoran's lineage is considered It's over, from now on, all the disciples of Haoran's lineage will definitely choose to join Li Shengren's lineage. And you are the last hope and pillar of Haoran's lineage."

"You said that you have shown the qualifications of a saint now, will those people spare you? Will they still watch a saint reappear and share the benefits in this chaotic world like a red tide? I have received news that someone has Came here from Liangjie Mountain, wanted to discuss the Dao with you, ruined your Dao heart, and completely ruined the vitality of your Haoran lineage. If you are willing to join the imperial court, the imperial court will naturally take action to protect you. The imperial court will not only If you survive, I will do whatever it takes to help you become enlightened." Zhihu speaks eloquently, saying that the old Confucian scholar's mind is swaying, and Zhao Cailun is at a loss.

"Impossible! Impossible! How could Chen Lu betray the teacher? How dare he? How dare he!!!" The old Confucian scholar stood in the courtyard and muttered, his voice full of disbelief.

Hearing the old Confucian scholar's words, Zhihu stroked his chin: "Nothing is impossible in this world. After all, all of these are just benefits."

Zhihu looked at the old Confucian scholar with a pair of eyes: "You don't have much time left. When those old guys come over, it will be too late for you to join the court."

The old Confucian scholar was silent when he heard the words.

How to choose?

He didn't know how to choose himself.

So the old Confucian scholar looked at Zhihu, who hummed a little song leisurely: "If you are gone, the Haoran lineage will be completely over by then. The imperial court protects you when you are weakest, and you After becoming enlightened, it is a very fair deal for the imperial court to suppress Qi practitioners all over the world!"

The old Confucian scholar fell silent.

Zhihu looked at Zhao Cailun: "You are also a member of the imperial court, please persuade him more. For the imperial court, for your father, and for your future!"

After Zhihu finished speaking, he turned and left: "As long as I haven't left Daliang City, you can find me at any time."

Zhihu turned around and was about to leave. Zhao Cailun looked at the old Confucian anxiously: "Old Confucian! I have been waiting for you for 60 years, I have suffered with you for 60 years, and I have suffered 60 years of sneering. Now you are far away. There is only a short line, do you want to go down forever? Those people prevent you from becoming enlightened, isn’t your suffering all these years in vain? What do you ask me to do? What do you call Haoran’s lineage?”

The old Confucian scholar's face was tangled, but he didn't really mind taking refuge in the imperial court.After all, Zhao Cailun was originally a member of the imperial court. If he really cared so much, he would not have married Zhao Cailun back then.

"Wait!" Seeing Zhao Cailun's rosy eyes, the old Confucian scholar was so excited that he was really impatient. He gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, and shouted to Zhihu.

Zhihu paused, turned around and looked at the old Confucian scholar: "Have you figured it out?"

"I have figured it out, but there is one thing that I don't know how to say." The old Confucian scholar's face was tangled.

"It's okay for you to speak up." Zhihu said: "The imperial court will never say no to anything that can be done."

"Actually... my way of sainthood is flawed. Although I am sanctified, I can only be regarded as a sub-sage at most. I have no chance to become a real saint at all. The proposition that 'at the beginning of human beings, nature is false' is wrong. In the end There is no way to confirm it with Dao." The old Confucian scholar's face was full of bitterness.

He's just Yasheng!

His way is a wrong way!

His way forward has been blocked, and he will never have the chance to step into the realm of a true saint in this life.

Zhihu was taken aback when he heard this.

Real saints and sub-sages are two species!

It's not the same thing at all.

"Didn't you have a vision before?" Zhihu looked at the old Confucian scholar with a pair of eyes.

"There is a vision, but isn't the sub-sage also a holy way?" The old Confucian scholar said helplessly.

Cui Yu next to him was a little stunned.

Is this also possible?

Then the old Confucian scholar looked at Zhihu with his eyes: "I have promised to join the court, will the court still want it?"

Looking at the somewhat humble old Confucian scholar, Cui Yu suddenly remembered a conversation on the Internet in later generations:
Boy: [Are you there? 】

Girl: [in. 】

Boy: [Where is it? 】

Girl: [No! 】

Boy: [Am I the object of inquiry? 】

Girl: [... Is it still okay? 】

The old Confucian scholar looked at Zhihu, and Zhihu scratched his head. The Great Zhou court wanted saints, and there was no shortage of monks under saints.

Now that the old Confucian scholar has become a sub-sage, and the way forward has been cut off, is there any need for the imperial court to help him?

No need!
It is simply a thankless thing.

So Zhihu smiled dryly: "I can't take charge of this matter, I still need to report to the king."

After speaking, Zhihu left in a hurry, leaving a group of people standing in the yard, staring at Zhihu's back in a daze.

"Is your holy way really broken?" Zhao Cailun asked.

"It's broken!" The old Confucian scholar's eyes revealed a touch of desolation: "I was wrong! Teacher is right!"

"The sub-sage is not bad." Zhao Cailun comforted him.

The sub-sage is indeed very good, and has already stood at the pinnacle of the world.

"But that's not what I want. What I want is the real Dao." The old Confucian scholar's eyes were full of sighs.

"Sir, these two are new disciples who are recruited by disciples on behalf of teachers." Wang Yi walked over with the two little ones at this time, and pulled the two little ones: "Kneel down quickly and pay respects to Master."

"Wait." The old Confucian scholar flicked his sleeves, and a burst of vigor emerged, preventing the two little ones from bowing down.

Wang Yi looked at the old scholar in puzzlement.

"My way is a dead end. It's not worth learning for the world, and it shouldn't be misleading. Take him to worship the lineage of the sage!" The old Confucian scholar's eyes showed a touch of loneliness.

His way is the way of failure, follow him to learn the way, and you will also follow in the footsteps in the future.

"Master, as the saying goes, being a teacher for a day is a father for life. Since they have worshiped under your sect, how can they join others? This is not conducive to the future proof of Taoism in terms of heart and nature. If there is a slight setback and retreat, wouldn't it be with you?" What does Chen Lu look like? The master’s way is not complete, in the future, if the disciple has the ability and good fortune, he will complete it.” Cui Yu said beside him.

The two little ones stood there aggrieved, with tears in their eyes.

The old Confucian scholar couldn't help being stunned when he heard Cui Yu's saying that "a teacher for one day, a father for life". He looked sideways at Cui Yu, as if he discovered for the first time that his disciple was unusual.

"My way is flawed, you worship me as a teacher, don't you regret it?" The old Confucian scholar looked at the two little ones: "You will even be implicated by me, the heart of the way will be broken, and there will be no progress in cultivation in the future, you may accept it?"

The two little ones did not answer the old Confucian scholar's words, but respectfully kowtowed on the ground: "Greetings, Master."

"Good! Good! Good! Get up!" The old Confucian scholar nodded with a smile, and helped the two cubs up: "Although you are worshiping under my sect, as long as you feel that my way cannot satisfy you in the future, you can go there on your own. Learn from others."

The old Confucian scholar accepted the disciple, and then looked at Cui Yu with his eyes: "Then what happened to Chen Lu, how could this happen?"

Cui Yu was a little guilty, but he didn't show it, he just clasped his fists together: "I don't know."

How could he have thought that a little action of his would become the fuse?

As a result, the entire Haoran lineage fell apart.

"Master, or let's go." Cui Yu looked at the old Confucian scholar with his eyes. Since the other party wanted to come to the old Confucian scholar to discuss the Tao, how could he wait to die here?
"Let's go? There are mountains, rivers and gods all over the place. Where can I go?" The voice of the old Confucian scholar was full of helplessness: "I said that I just proved the sub-sage, they would never believe it. of."

The old Confucian scholar is also very helpless!

What can he do?
Who would have thought of proving the fruit of the sub-sage path?
"Besides, I was born and raised in Daliang City. If I leave, those people will definitely vent their anger on Daliang City. I want to fight for a chance for the people in this land. If I am defeated here, I hope my way can be in harmony with heaven and earth, Bless the sentient beings here." There was a touch of compassion in the eyes of the old Confucian scholar.

For some reason, Cui Yu saw a ray of will to die in the eyes of the old Confucian scholar.

"Leaving me alone to live the whole Haoran Dao is really a worthy death." The voice of the old Confucian scholar was full of tragedy.

"What are you going to do?" Zhao Cailun was stunned, staring blankly at the old Confucian scholar, tears streaming down his face.

"I want to build a Haoran world, and build the last pure land world for the only remaining disciples of the Haoran lineage." The eyes of the old Confucian scholar were full of determination:
"If I don't die, they will never let Haoran's lineage go. If I can use my own death to preserve the entire Daliang City, and use countless talented people in Daliang City as the seeds of my Haoran's lineage, in the future, I will be a great person. Mai will definitely rise again."

"The Haoran lineage does not lack a sub-sage, but it lacks a stable environment that can protect them for 500 years." The eyes of the old Confucian scholar were full of calm.

"I have the word 'willing', and the 'false' I understand, which is enough to turn this world into a land of doom." The voice of the old Confucian scholar was full of emotion.

Cui Yu's pupils shrank, Tang Zhou was right, he had already calculated the character of the old Confucian scholar.

"No! Absolutely not! If you die, I will never live alone, I will follow you." Zhao Cailun's voice was excited.

The old Confucian scholar glanced at Zhao Cailun, and the next moment Zhao Cailun passed out directly.

"A gentleman does something, and he doesn't do something." The old Confucian scholar hugged Zhao Cailun, and his voice was full of guilt: "I am sorry for you in this life. If we have a next life, I will definitely make it up to you twice."

"Cui Yu." The old scholar looked at Cui Yu.

"Master." Cui Yu hurriedly bowed.

The old Confucian scholar hugged Zhao Cailun, with a hint of reluctance in his eyes: "Take her to Haojing."

"Does it have to be like this?" Cui Yu looked at the old Confucian scholar with serious eyes.

The corner of the old Confucian scholar's mouth twitched, he didn't want to die either!

But he told the group of people outside: What I have certified is only the sub-sage, can they believe it?

Those people are totally unbelievable.

The old Confucian scholar was suffering in his heart, and he also wanted to live to perfect his Dao.

Although he is only a sub-sage, as long as he continues to improve in the future, he may not have the opportunity to surpass the sub-sage and become a real saint.

As long as you can live, no one wants to die!He also wants to live!

However, those people could not allow him to live.

"Sooner or later, I will die. If I die alone, leaving hope for the entire Haoran lineage, it is a worthy death. But I still have one regret in my heart, that is, I can't kill that traitor Chen Lu!" The old scholar gritted his teeth in hatred , the voice was full of coldness.

If it wasn't for Chen Lu, why would Haoran's lineage come to this point?To be reduced to such an embarrassing situation?

The old Confucian scholar looked at Cui Yu: "Leave now! The farther you go, the better! Never come back."

While speaking, he handed Zhao Cailun over: "Can I trust you?"

The old Confucian scholar looked at Cui Yu with his eyes.

Cui Yu smiled, but did not speak.

Seeing the old Confucian scholar let go of his hand, Cui Yu waved his sleeve and put Zhao Cailun into his sleeve.

Seeing this scene, the old Confucian scholar couldn't help being stunned for a moment, looking at Cui Yu with a strange brilliance in his eyes.

Cui Yu wanted to leave, but those people came too soon.

Before Cui Yu turned his head, he suddenly heard footsteps with a unique rhythm from outside the alley.

The voice was very soft, but it was like stepping on some kind of node between the sky and the earth, and the other party fell step by step, as if it was a big drum, constantly beating in the sky and the earth.

"Wang Yanchun of Zhenwu Mountain, come to discuss the Tao with fellow Taoists."

The footsteps stopped before the gate, and then the gate opened automatically, and a figure in a gray robe appeared outside the gate.

(End of this chapter)