Great Dao Ji

"Master's handwriting?"

Lin Tao frowned, the smile on his face disappeared, and his eyes became serious: "Fellow Taoist Hong, do you want to read Master's handwriting?"

"good."

An Qisheng nodded slightly.

As far as he knew, the Confucian master left an extremely large number of manuscripts during his lifetime. Although they were extremely precious, except for those related to spiritual practice.

For others, Confucianism does not exclude being seen by others.

In the final analysis, Confucianism is a philosophy that governs the world and does not exclude its spread. On the contrary, the vast majority of Confucian students have spent their entire lives promoting Confucianism.

Of course, if there are manuscripts about spiritual practice, they must be kept secret.

However, what An Qisheng wants is not the Confucian way of cultivation, but he wants to use this as a medium to get a glimpse of the past.

Because of more than ten days of information collection, the three-hearted blue soul boy has come to a conclusion.

The founding of the Great Zhou Dynasty, or the history before the Great Zhou Dynasty, has been completely erased!

"This is not impossible"

Lin Tao pondered for a moment, but there was no playfulness in his heart, and he was more serious: "Fellow Taoist Hong is longing for the Master's Sutra, which should be the beauty of an adult."

An Qisheng listened quietly, and Lin Tao's reaction was what he expected.

"However, Master's manuscripts are too precious for Confucian disciples like us. Not to mention fellow Taoists, even I have only seen Master's manuscripts once."

Lin Tao took a deep look at An Qisheng, remembered something, and suddenly smiled: "No matter what, no matter what! I made a bet with my fellow Taoist!"

But, if I lose, I might try to get fellow Taoists to read Confucius’ handwriting. But if fellow Taoist loses, what should we do? "

"I"

An Qisheng was about to speak when he suddenly frowned and looked back out the window.

The waves in his heart were rising and falling, and he vaguely seemed to sense a soul-stirring murderous intention coming from an extremely distant place.

I don't know where the murderous intention came from, but it was extremely fierce. I don't know how far away it was, but there was a chill between An Qisheng's brows.

It's like being held between the eyebrows by a sharp sword.

Wow~

In the sea of ​​​​mind, the three-hearted blue soul boy jumped up with a very ugly expression: "Mr. Monster, we have been discovered!"

The three-hearted blue soul boy had a solemn expression, even a little frightened. The murderous intention that An Qisheng sensed was clearer and more ferocious.

Because it is the direct spy.

But at this time, why do we need it to remind us?

An Qisheng's thoughts moved, and the mirror in his heart suddenly shone brightly, and a tiny line from the sea of ​​​​mind burst into the void.

It made a rapid sound like the snapping of tendons.

This line was spread by him using the imprint of Wu Feijing's soul as a guide to spy on and trace the secret behind Wu Feijing.

Wu Feijing's method of substitute death is not necessarily as good as that of Wanyang Realm. If An Qisheng wants to, he can't defeat it in a snap.

The reason why it is not broken is to pry into the secret behind it.

When he was discovered, he had expected it. Cutting it off at this time would naturally be extremely fast.

Buzz~

An Qisheng sank into the sea of ​​​​mind, staring at the mirror in his heart. In a trance, he seemed to see a stretch of mountains and rivers that stretched for countless thousands of miles.

Under the mountains and rivers that stretch like dragons, there seems to be an underground palace.

The underground palace is surrounded by mountains, with dragons coming from all directions gathering, and the spiritual energy outside is like a miasma. At this time, an extremely strong will is resurrecting!

That will is like substance. The moment it emerges, the mountains and rivers are shaken by it. In the roaring wind, the inspiration surges.

Faintly, a pair of extremely cold eyes seemed to be slowly appearing!

Seemingly separated by time and space, they are looking at each other.

"What a courage!"

There was a cold rebuke, but it seemed like thousands of demons and ghosts were neighing in unison.

In just a moment, the huge underground palace roared and shook, dust agitated, dust flew, and large pieces of sand and stone fell.

It seemed like it would collapse and shatter in the next moment.

"puff!"

Caught off guard, Wu Fei was as frightened as a straw and seemed to be thrown away completely. He hit the palace wall heavily, and a mouthful of blood mixed with internal organ fragments spurted out.

"Master!"

Wu Fei was so shocked that he couldn't care about himself. He looked up and saw that there seemed to be demonic shadows dancing wildly in the dark underground palace, swaying in the shadows, which was indescribable terror and weirdness.

The cloaked man stood surrounded by demonic shadows. Under the dark cloak, two scarlet lights flickered and burned.

"Master."

Wu Fei was frightened and his hair went cold. Under the gaze of two eyes, he was like a mosquito trapped in amber, unable to move.

Click!

The gaze only lasted for a moment, and a faint laugh suddenly came from under the cloak: "Interesting, interesting."

With a smile, the violently shaking underground palace returned to calm.

Wu Fei's body trembled in shock, and he knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly: "Master, Master, please spare my life! I, my subordinate, I don't know, I really don't know!"

He's not stupid.

It has been guessed that someone must have peeked into this place in some way, and it was most likely done by himself.

I was extremely frightened for a moment.

"You are the only one who can spy on me."

The eyes that looked like ghost fire under the cloak disappeared and turned into darkness like an abyss, but there was a bit of coldness in the voice:

"Of course, the death penalty can be avoided, but the living penalty cannot be escaped. After this mission, if you have merit, if you can't, there is still a vacancy waiting for you on this 'Soul-Living Flag'!"

"The Soul-Living Flag!"

Wu Feijing's face turned pale, but he still breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. He didn't bother to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead and kowtowed in thanks.

After kowtowing several times, he suddenly remembered something and couldn't help but whisper:

"Sect Master, when that Taoist Hongxuan killed me, he left a message behind."

"oh?"

The cloaked man seemed to be interested.

Wu Fei took a deep breath and suppressed the trembling in his heart. He had no intention of conveying what Taoist Hongxuan said.

But at this time, he still spoke.

"Taoist Na Hongxuan, he said that he would come to the door in a few days to find the owner."

As soon as he said this, Wu Fei was shocked and his head dropped even lower.

"Hahaha! Interesting, interesting."

However, the rage he imagined did not appear. Instead, a laughter echoed in the huge underground palace.

It stopped after a long time.

"Fifty thousand years ago, there was a great demon attacking the sky. The war spread all over the world, covering four continents and seas. There were many demons, demons and gods who perished."

The cloaked man stood in the shadow, seeming to be talking to himself or telling others:

"I don't know who this person is, but he is the descendant of someone who died?"

Wu Fei, who had his head pressed against the cold floor for a long time, was shocked when he heard this and then slowly raised his head: "Sect, Master. What do you mean by Taoist Hongxuan?"

However, the words stopped abruptly.

Wu Fei's expression changed again in shock. What his sect leader said was not meant for him!

Because, as his words echoed.

In the dark and empty underground palace, a desolate voice that seemed to come from distant years suddenly sounded:

"Fifty thousand years have passed, and those who should come back should come back."