There's No Witch I Can't Wash

Whether it is the Jinchan Temple and Jingchan Temple of Buddhism, or the Dragon and Tiger One Qi Temple of Taoism, the struggle has not stopped over the years.

Robbing believers, robbing apprentices, and robbing resources, the disciples on both sides just met and fought directly.

Because the Jinchan Temple and the Jingchan Temple belong to the Buddhist sect, the Taoist sect's view of dragon and tiger has always been the weak side.

Of course, this does not mean that Jinchan Temple and Jingchan Temple are completely harmonious. Although there is no conflict between the two sides in accepting disciples, one only accepts male disciples and the other only accepts female disciples, but in terms of believers, their grievances and resentments are even more comparable to those of Daoists are even bigger, which perfectly interprets the saying that peers are enemies.

Although these two holy places belong to the same Buddhist sect, they are two different sects, one side believes in Bodhisattva, and the other side believes in Buddha.

Although it is not enough to think that each other's beliefs are false, the debate on whether the Bodhisattva is more noble or the Buddha is more noble has never stopped.

Although in Lin Ye's eyes, the two are both Buddhas and there should be no difference, but in this world, they are subtly different.

As for why Xiaoxiang Academy is said to be a clean stream, it is entirely because Xiaoxiang Academy has always seemed to stay out of it when the other three holy places were fighting over some major and minor matters.

They never compete for disciples, and they don't spread their teachings everywhere, but just do their own education work silently.

In terms of education, what is advocated is the idea that there is no discrimination in education, believing that anyone who is thirsty for knowledge is eligible for education, and often helps some illiterate residents around Shangjing to learn to read for free.

Although it was still early at this moment, it was only early in the morning, but all the disciples of Xiaoxiang Academy had woken up and started to prepare and get busy.

Some of them are about to give lectures to Confucian disciples, while others are going to give lectures in the surrounding villages.

Xue Wencheng was also one of the many disciples, but just as he packed up his textbooks and was about to go out, a disciple hurried over.

"Senior brother, senior brother, the master asked me to inform you that you should go there now!"

"I see."

Xue Wencheng nodded, looking a little curious, not quite understanding what the director suddenly asked him to do.

Temporarily putting down the textbooks in his hands, Xue Wencheng walked into the inner courtyard, but found that not only himself, but also many other disciples had come here.

There are several elders among them, and there are also disciples of the same generation as myself, but these people all have one thing in common, that is, they are recognized by their Xiaoxiang Academy's artifact Spring and Autumn Brush.

Realizing that things might not be as simple as he thought, Xue Wencheng couldn't help showing a serious expression.

The headmaster of Xiaoxiang Academy stared at them silently, and then slowly opened his mouth after making sure that everyone had come.

"Just now...the Chunqiu pen suddenly moved, it wrote a word!"

As soon as the voice fell, there was an uproar in the courtyard, and the host clapped his hands to signal them to be quiet, and then took out a piece of rice paper.

I saw a blood-red word 'kill' jumping out on the paper, releasing endless killing intent.

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A blood-red word 'kill' appeared on the paper, and that blood-like bleak color soaked through the entire white paper, turning an ordinary white paper into a monster picture.

It was clearly just a single word, but it squirmed on the paper as if alive, releasing chilling killing intent unceasingly.

Several disciples with relatively low strength had uncomfortable reactions. Even Xue Wencheng was dizzy for a while, and almost lost his mind in front of this word.

It wasn't until another force shrouded him, shielding him from the killing intent released by that word, that Xue Wencheng came to his senses.

Nodding to the elder beside him, Xue Wencheng raised his head and continued to stare at the word, his eyes were indescribably serious and dignified.

"What's going on here, Master, the word 'kill', could it be said that it is Chunqiu Bi's prediction today?!"

One of the elders asked, and the others all focused their eyes on the head of the courtyard, waiting for his answer.

Xue Fanxing, the headmaster of Xiaoxiang Academy, is a thin old man with gray temples. He doesn't have any aura of seniors in him. He looks like an ordinary old man with good spirits.

In Xue Wencheng's memory, the host and his great-grandfather always had a benevolent look on his face. No matter what happened, he always had a calm and gentle face, and never panicked.

But today, his face is full of sadness, as if the sky is falling.

But this is also normal, after all, there is a problem with the Chunqiu pen, and it is indeed like the sky falling for the entire Xiaoxiang Academy.

It is something left by the founder of Confucianism School back then, and it is the holy artifact that has protected Xiaoxiang Academy from countless catastrophes for thousands of years and still stands.

For thousands of years, whether it is Buddhism or Taoism, or the former holy sect and now the demon sect, they have all been glorious and declining. Only Confucianism has been stable and stable without any major changes.

Although Xue Wencheng was skeptical about this statement, many students in Xiaoxiang Academy and the entire Confucian school believed that it was the Chunqiu brush that suppressed the luck of the Confucian school and ensured that the Confucian school lasted for a long time.

"I don't know what happened. Today I retouched the Spring and Autumn Pen as usual. After dipping the ink, the Spring and Autumn Pen was silent for a while. When he was about to leave, he suddenly wrote such a word."

The so-called moistening pen is to let the nib of the spring and autumn pen absorb ink.

This is what the headmaster of Xiaoxiang Academy does every day, and it is similar to offering and worshiping.

The difference is that other people's objects of worship are heaven and earth, gods and Buddhas, but what they worship is just a pen.

But for the entire Confucian school, Chunqiu brush is almost equivalent to gods and Buddhas. After all, Chunqiu brush also has its own consciousness.

Only by absorbing enough special ink every day can the divine power of the Spring and Autumn Brush be guaranteed.

And it is not easy to make this special ink, because its material is the essence of innate level masters.

Generally speaking, an innate person can provide blood essence once a month, if it is too frequent, it will damage the cultivation base and foundation.

After finishing the daily retouching, Chunqiu Pen may write some words, and there is no basis or logic at all for any words written.

It may be some innocuous little things happening now, such as where it is raining, where it is windy.It could also be a prediction about some big thing that is going to happen in the future, or it could be just completely meaningless bytes.

In history, the Confucian sect relied on the predictive ability of Chunqiu brush to escape several disasters.