Ji Tianzun, the Eternal God Emperor

Chapter 197 Integrity, Jiezi

Returning to his residence, Zhang Ji was surprised to find that he had an unexpected visitor.

Painting sage Chu Siyuan, and Shan Xiangling dressed in blue robe and skirt.

The Jiezi Banquet passed by in a flash, and she had become a saint.

"Why did Senior Painting Saint come to my place?"

"Xiang Ling, long time no see."

Shan Xiangling bowed slightly and said softly: "I've seen you, senior brother. It's been a long time since we last met. This time, the ancestor is coming to see you. I specifically asked him to bring me with him."

Zhang Ji looked into her eyes and saw that her eyes were clear and there were no other distracting thoughts.

People will always change. After so long, Shan Xiangling has grown up from the girl she was. It is not strange for a Confucian and Taoist saint to be able to break the love he once had.

Chu Siyuan coughed dryly, resisted the urge to blow his beard and glare, and said: "I came to you this time specifically to weigh your cultivation."

Surprise flashed in Zhang Ji's eyes, and he asked puzzledly and suspiciously: "I will rush to the merit battlefield after today. Why don't you save your strength and go to the battlefield to kill the enemy? What's the use of weighing my cultivation?"

Chu Siyuan couldn't help blowing his beard and staring: "Let me compete, how can there be so many mothers-in-law."

Zhang Ji was speechless. This old man had a really bad temper.

When Zhang Ji didn't reply, Chu Siyuan simply rolled up his sleeves, revealing his withered arms.

"Senior is a spiritual saint. Is it possible that you want to compete with me in boxing and kicking?"

Chu Siyuan's movement of rolling up his sleeves stalled, and he said angrily: "You kid is a saint in the flesh. I know it very well. Why, you are competing with me in fists and kicks, do you want to beat me to death?"

"But you..."

"The Confucian sleeve is too long, it just affects me from showing my strength."

……

There was an eerie silence all around.

Shan Xiangling on the side couldn't help but laugh out loud.

“Senior brother, the reason our Patriarch came this time is actually because Emperor Wen sent a message to entrust Confucian Ancestor’s Holy Book to you.

The Patriarch was a little angry and felt that you were a martial artist and not worthy of the Confucian Holy Book. "

Confucian holy book?Emperor Wen actually gave him the Confucian holy book to control. He was not a Confucian and Taoist monk. What did Emperor Wen mean by this?
There are four Confucian holy books in total, which represent the essence of Confucianism and Taoism of the four great Confucian ancestors and are one of the top treasures of Confucianism and Taoism.

Among them, the Confucian holy book of the third Confucian ancestor is in the hands of Nalan Danqing, a talented scholar of the holy book.

Looking at Old Chu's appearance, what Emperor Wen gave him should be the Confucian Holy Book of the Fourth Confucian Patriarch?
"Girl Xiangling, don't talk nonsense. When did I say that he is not worthy? He is the mighty Tianwu King and the new head of the Eastern Territory Holy Academy. I just want to compete with him for some mental strength." Chu Siyuan He raised his eyebrows and said righteously.

Shan Xiangling curled her lips slightly and looked at Zhang Ji helplessly.

Zhang Ji finally figured out that Chu Siyuan had to gesticulate with him today before he would stop.

"Since senior insists on giving me advice, I won't be polite."

Chu Siyuan nodded slightly, and then realized that something was not right around him.

The world in front of me turned into black and white, like ink splashed out.

"Your painting skills are already so high?"

Chu Siyuan's eyes became solemn, knowing that he had underestimated Zhang Ji's level, so he immediately used his fingers as a pen and his mental power as ink.

Seven scrolls were drawn in a row, with mountains and rivers thousands of miles away, the sun rising after the rain, the lights of the orchid pavilion, and winding paths leading to seclusion...

Each painting has an elegant artistic conception and can be passed down from generation to generation.

Zhang Ji just stood there without moving, and his mental power rendered a world.

Haoran's righteousness condensed into an evil ghost of Jambudvipa, a hell-faced Shura, a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​bones... just like purgatory on earth.

A single thought of Haoran's righteousness can turn into a hellish murderous thought.

Chu Siyuan's seven paintings were washed away. On the one hand, he was amazed that Zhang Ji's spiritual power was already on par with him. On the other hand, he cursed: "How can you use the awe-inspiring righteousness, Confucianism and Taoism righteousness like you?" You have used them all to become evil, and you are simply taking an evil path."

Zhang Ji only smiled lightly when he heard this: "Confucian ancestors only said that the heaven and earth have righteousness, but they never said whether the awe-inspiring Qi of heaven and earth is contained in the elegant paintings of our predecessors, or whether it is contained in my hell.

How can senior think that my great righteousness is evil? "

Chu Siyuan's face turned red with anger, and he was about to have a serious argument with Zhang Ji, but was pulled back by Shan Xiangling.

"Ancestor, we are here to do something serious."

After hearing this, Chu Siyuan suppressed the impulse in his heart, snorted coldly, and took out the Confucian Holy Book from his arms.

"This is the Confucian holy book of the first Confucian ancestor. Emperor Wen personally passed down his holy message and handed it to you.

You must not dishonor the sanctity of Confucianism's holy book. "

Zhang Ji unexpectedly took over the Confucian Holy Book from Chu Siyuan. He did not expect that it would be the Confucian Holy Book of the First Confucian Patriarch.

The first Confucian ancestor is known as the founder of Confucianism and Taoism. He entered Taoism with the piano and is the oldest Confucian ancestor.

Of course, although the four great Confucian ancestors entered Taoism through music, chess, calligraphy and painting, it does not mean that they only know this way. Those who can become Confucian ancestors are the pinnacles in all aspects of Confucianism and Taoism.

Zhang Ji couldn't figure out why Emperor Wen, the Taishan Beidou in the holy realm of Kunlun Realm, would give him the Confucian Holy Book.

"Boy Zhang, Emperor Wen asked me to tell you that in this battle of saints' virtues, Wan Zhaoyi is the leader, the Qiu Yu Wutong is the symbol, and you are the integrity chosen by him personally.

He hopes that you can help Kunlun Realm tide over the difficulties together with Wan Zhiyi on the battlefield of saints' merits. "

integrity?What is anger?What is a festival?

Righteous?backbone?Famous festival?

Naturally, a figure like Emperor Wen would not do such a thing for no reason, but Zhang Ji failed to understand the deep meaning.

Chu Siyuan also knew little about this, and was still aggrieved until he left, feeling that he was the more suitable candidate to take charge of the Confucian Holy Book.

After Chu Siyuan and Shan Xiangling left, Zhang Ji had the time to calm down and study Confucianism's holy book.

He poured his spiritual power into the Confucian Holy Book. The Confucian Holy Book opened automatically, and a note flew out from it, with two words written on it.

Jiezi!

Jiezi?This is to ask him to be the realm son of the Kunlun realm, but there are still seven realms in the nine realms. If there is one more realm and one less realm, what difference does it make? Or is it not Emperor Wen's intention to send the Confucian holy book? , but Queen Chi Yao, or both.

Zhang Ji was puzzled and didn't think too much about it. The battle of merit will start tomorrow. Chu Siyuan sent the Confucian Holy Book, which gave him a flash of inspiration.

Kunlun Realm's biggest disadvantage in the battle of saints' merits is the number of saints, and this disadvantage may not be eliminated.

Thinking of this, he played two communication light symbols. Shortly after the communication light symbols were played, two light symbols flew back one after the other.

One comes from the Death Zen Ancestor, and the other comes from the Destiny Corpse Emperor.

The Death Zen Buddhism of the Death Zen ancestor is unique. It can control the gods and corpses with the cultivation of the Holy King.

The Destiny Corpse Emperor now resides in the Zombie Ancient Clan. In terms of controlling corpses, the Zombie Ancient Clan's attainments are still higher than those of the Death Zen Ancestor.

The most powerful thing about Zhang Ji now is not his martial arts cultivation. No matter how he can cross the border and fight, what can he do if he can use his true saint cultivation to counterattack the ordinary one-step holy king or even the two-step holy king? After all, he is invincible with two fists. Four hands.

In contrast, he has now reached the peak of level 54 and can break through level 55 almost instantly. His mental strength is the biggest reliance on him in the battle of merit.

The battle of merit is not about whose combat power is stronger, but who kills more enemies.

For a shattered world like the Ancestral Spirit World, the Way of Space poses the greatest threat, but the Saint King of Spiritual Power coupled with the Way of Darkness may not be able to fight through darkness.

(End of this chapter)