Confucianism is supreme? I am reciting Tang poems in another world!

As the oxcart moved forward, Ci Song also followed Ningping and lived peacefully. The sky was the quilt and the earth was the bed.

Even so, Ci Song still felt that this kind of life was very fresh. He could see different scenery and different foods every day. These were difficult to come into contact with in Ci Song's previous life. of.

"Teacher, where are we?"

Ci Song looked at the endless mountains in front of him and asked Ning Ping'an who was driving ahead.

"The place we are going to next is a miracle in Daliang Kingdom, called Xuankong Temple. It is a temple hanging on a cliff. Below the temple is an abyss." Ning Ping'an replied.

"Xuankong Temple? What a name." Ning Ping'an drove the bullock cart forward and said, "This Xuankong Temple is said to have existed for tens of thousands of years. There is a plaque of the ancestors of the human race enshrined in the temple. The temple is the town’s treasure.”

"A plaque for the ancestors of the human race?"

Ci Song asked curiously: "What is the purpose of this plaque?"

Ning Ping'an slowly explained: "It can suppress the luck of the water and soil, and protect the creatures above the water and soil from evil spirits. Moreover, it can also suppress some ominous things and provide protection for the water and soil."

"How can it be so magical?"

Ci Song looked at Ning Ping'an with bright eyes, obviously it was the first time he heard of such a thing.

"That's natural. After all, there are foreign races outside Tianyuan Continent. According to legend, this Hanging Temple was built by the Taoist disciples when they resisted the invasion of foreign races."

Ning Ping'an drove an ox cart on the steep mountain road. "Historical records state that tens of thousands of years ago, during the Great Shang Dynasty, aliens invaded and the human race was retreating. In order to protect the Tianyuan Continent, the Taoist disciples sacrificed the lives of tens of thousands of Taoist disciples. As a sacrifice, please go down to the Hongmeng Avenue of Heaven and Earth, and form a wall of holy energy at the top of the ninety-thousand-mile sky to protect the heaven and earth."

"After this battle, in order to commemorate the contribution of Taoism to Tianyuan Continent, the Great Shang Dynasty renovated the Hanging Temple on the original battlefield into a temple for future generations to visit."

"Use the lives of tens of thousands of Taoist disciples as sacrifices?"

Hearing this, Ci Song's face was filled with shock. Looking at the looming temple in the distance, a feeling of admiration arose in his heart.

"Taoism is the oldest school in Tianyuan Continent. They admire nature, take the world and all things as their teachers, and act accordingly. Later, the great road first emerged, and all the sages came to Fenglin Continent to compete for the great road, but the Taoists still Choose to live in seclusion.”

Ning Ping'an looked at the temple hanging high above the abyss and said slowly: "This time we went to Xuankong Temple, firstly to pay homage to the ancestors of the human race, and secondly because of a rumor."

Ci Song was slightly startled, "What rumors?"

"According to legend, the Taoist ancestors once left a drop of their hard work in Xuankong Temple. If a destined person can get this drop of hard work, they will be blessed by the Taoist ancestors and their cultivation will increase dramatically."

"Is this happening?"

When Ci Song heard this, he looked forward with bright eyes, good guy, wherever he goes, there will be opportunities, right?

"It's true. When I was young, I came to this Hanging Temple. Although I could see the opportunity, I failed to pass its test."

Ning Ping'an sighed, and the mountain road became steeper and steeper, and the road became narrower and narrower, only just enough to accommodate the ox cart.

Ci Song lowered his head and looked down. The valley below was bottomless and filled with mist. Occasionally, he could see some strange birds flying in the sky. The suspended view was like an isolated island, hanging high in the abyss. above.

"This suspended view is really strange."

Ci Song sighed, and the oxcart quickly arrived in front of the Hanging Temple. The temple looked quite dilapidated, and it had obviously been there for a long time. The spectacular scene hanging high above the abyss also made Ci Song sigh. Song was amazed.

"This suspended view is truly a miraculous workmanship."

Ning Ping'an nodded, agreeing with Ci Song's words, and then led Ci Song towards Xuankong Temple.

After passing through the dilapidated temple gate, a refreshing feeling hit my face, and a solemn atmosphere filled the entire suspended view.

"Is this the plaque of the ancestors of the human race?"

Ci Song looked at the plaque hanging high in the center of the temple and asked curiously.

"Yes."

Ning Ping'an nodded, then walked towards the plaque, raised his hands and bowed to the plaque.

Seeing this, Ci Song followed suit and bowed to the plaque.

"Why can't I sense the existence of inheritance?"

Ning Ping'an frowned slightly when he saw this, and then began to carefully explore around the suspended temple. He unleashed his talent and enveloped the entire Hanging View, but still found nothing, only a trace of remaining breath.

"Teacher, what's wrong?"

Ci Song looked at Ning Ping'an, who was frowning, and asked curiously.

"The inheritance here has actually been taken away. It seems that the hard work of the Taoist ancestors has no chance with you."

Ning Ping'an shook his head, obviously feeling a little regretful, then he looked at the plaque and saluted him again.

"Taken away?"

After Ci Song heard this, he was a little disappointed. He was not sad because he didn't get the opportunity. He just wanted to see what the inheritance that even his teacher was like was like.

"Yes."

Ning Ping'an nodded, and then said: "It should have been taken away not long ago, and there is still some trace of the inheritance."

"Who could it be?" Ning Ping'an fell into deep thought.

"Is it possible that he is the little Taoist master from Taoism?"

Ci Song suddenly remembered the young Taoist Dao Ziling who was at the Jinshi level but could use Zixiao Leifa in the battle between heaven and man. He had talked with Zhuang Ya about Dao Ziling in the battle between heaven and man. Zhuang Ya gave him a very high evaluation at that time, saying that he had an innate Taoist body, a clear Taoist heart, and a peerless talent. He was the most amazing disciple of Taoism in the past three thousand years, without a doubt. "

"It is possible. I also met him once when he was still a child. At that time, he could use talismans to induce Leifa and forge himself. "

Ning Ping'an nodded slowly. This Xuankong Temple was originally a Taoist place, and it was reasonable for Dao Ziling to come here to take away the inheritance.

"It seems that Senior Brother Dao Ziling also held back in the battle between heaven and man."

Ci Song exclaimed, and then asked curiously: "Teacher, what exactly does this inheritance look like?"

"This inheritance is very strange. It will transform into different inheritances according to the different ways each person cultivates. What I faced at that time was the sword inheritance. "

Ning Pingan recalled the scene at that time, with a trace of nostalgia on his face.

"There is still a sword test that the teacher cannot pass? Then it seems that this inheritance is indeed a bit difficult. "

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