Saint of the Confucian way

Fang Yun stared at the inside, motionless.

The breath of those living races is indeed growing, which can not deceive people. The realm and power can be disguised as low, but it is most difficult to forcibly promote.

However, there is no free lunch in the world. If you can understand the holy way with one finger, what practice is there.

However, if this finger is the power left by the great ancestor and contains the idea of the great road, it is not too miraculous to promote the holy throne if you can understand it.

Fang Yun feels strange that if this is a trap, why show those dead enlightenment practitioners?

If it wasn't a trap, why did the former enlightenment person die here? Is there a price to pay for simply understanding the holy way?

With treasure ahead, Fang Yun hesitated.

If this finger is really a treasure, Fang Yun has no desire for it. He only needs to understand some holy Tao. For example, the decaying power is of unimaginable use.

However, as a reader who is familiar with the holy classics, Fang Yun always feels that the inside is contrary to what he has learned and knows, and always feels strange.

"There is treasure in front of you, take it or discard it?"

Fang Yun bowed his head and thought, and countless thoughts came to his mind.

Suddenly, Fang Yun took out an ordinary mirror from the seashell, looked inside, and turned his head to look at the mirror at the same time.

In the mirror, the treasure Pavilion is still magnificent, full of gold and jade, the fingers, the statues and the living enlightenment.

The dead enlightenment disappeared from the mirror.

Fang Yun laughed, turned and left, very free and easy.

"Demons, monsters, small skills!"

After Fang Yun's death, the treasure pavilion was suddenly filled with auspicious Qi, and the divine light was huff and puff, which immediately converged. However, a strange smell escaped from the treasure Pavilion and spread silently.

Fang Yun didn't turn back and left with his feet.

"Sometimes, it may not be a blessing to see too true and too thoroughly."

"But it's better than never seeing through."

Fang Yun thought and continued to move forward.

The ancient treasure Pavilion is extremely monotonous. The deeper it goes, the more Fang Yun feels that the rumors are right. It is definitely a place for a big man to place treasures. There is no vitality, like a storage room magnified countless times.

Fang Yun glanced at the wall from time to time and even suspected that the treasures in the treasure Pavilion were only a small part. The real treasures were sealed in the invisible and imperceptible wall.

Time passed quickly, and he didn't meet the second treasure Pavilion for a long time. Fang Yun was not impatient for it, but felt that he was wasting time.

This dangerous place is not suitable for one mind and two purposes. The dichotomy must be used for warning.

However, the ancient treasure house is too dark and closed, too monotonous and silent.

Soon, Fang Yun felt a kind of vague power affecting him, like invisible and irritable thoughts, constantly winding his mind.

Fang Yun stopped slowly and silently recited the holy classics. The strange idea disappeared, but as soon as he stopped chanting, that feeling would float to his mind again.

That power to the mind is like floating ash in front of everything. It seems that there are clearly visible dust on the surface of people, things, meals and scenery.

"Is this the restlessness of self mind or the intrusion of foreign objects?"

Fang Yun couldn't tell the source of this power, because this feeling was familiar. If he stayed at home for a long time and didn't exercise for a long time, he would feel helpless and irritable, which is similar to depression. There is a saying that without exercise, the lactic acid accumulated in the body can't be discharged. In short, it is caused by his own problems.

"Is this feeling real or illusory? Is it real or virtual?"

Fang Yun's thoughts came to this point and his heart shook. Then I found that I couldn't tell whether I was lost or everything was as usual.

Fang Yun looked at the Wen Dan in the Wen palace as usual, but why did he feel this in his heart? Why can't you find the reason for your emotional disorder?

Is it from the heart or from the outside?

Is it a metaphysical cause or a metaphysical cause?

Fang Yun immediately diagnosed and treated himself with medical means, but it was useless, indicating that it was not a disease of depression, qi stagnation or depression.

Fang Yun slowed down and continued to move forward, but he kept thinking in his heart.

I don't know how long later, Fang Yun looked at Wen palace again and looked surprised.

There was a little dust on the gall.

Fang Yun stopped in place and was shocked inexplicably.

"What did I do?"

The dust is very small and very few. It can be brushed away in a few hours as long as you read the holy classics.

"But... Where does the dust come from?"

"Is this dust caused by external forces, or has it been covered with dust in my heart unconsciously?"

Fang Yun's heart gave birth to a trace of panic, which was extremely subtle, but unprecedented.

Over the years, Fang Yun has been honed. No matter how uncertain his mind is, he can solve it as long as he reads the holy classics. Now that he has finished reading the holy classics, he is clearly trying to solve it. Why is he covered in the dust silently?

Fang Yun can't figure it out.

Lines of words flashed in Fang Yun's mind, all of which were the contents of saints' classics, but Fang Yun still couldn't figure it out.

"My new notes to the four books is already the limit of Confucianism. Even the Scriptures annotated by Yi Zhishi are just like this. Why can't I solve my inner confusion? Is my realm not enough, or does my new notes to the four books deviate from the holy way? Is it because I have become a Confucian heresy that there are no anomalies after the new notes to the Analects of Confucius was written?"

"What's wrong with me?"

"Am I wrong in my annotation of scriptures, or am I wrong in my understanding of the Holy Scriptures and even the holy way?"

"I have carefully read a classic and various commentaries. Have I read too many books? Or can't I distinguish between positive and negative? Are the notes I thought were wrong actually right?"

"Or do I find another way to create a new annotation, which is actually a deviation from the holy way? Should I follow the footprints of my predecessors, and can't I overstep it?"

Fang Yun became more and more frightened.

"Have all the books I read before not become my own knowledge, not stored in myself, not completely belong to me, but only a part of the world of strange books?"

"Is it because I did something wrong and committed a crime? Has God begun to punish me? Even Confucius dare not sin in heaven!"

Fang Yun's heart surged, and his mind looked at his bravery again. There was more dust.

Fang Yun thought of those dusty scholars, some were forced by their own poetry, some were in a coma outside Yueyang Tower, and he heard of those scholars in Qingguo who were dusty and even broke their courage, which gave birth to a great terror in his heart.

"Will my courage break, and will I die here?"

Fang Yun only felt that the world was dark, his eyes could not see the way ahead, and the whole ancient treasure Pavilion had been shrouded in darkness.

Fang Yun felt that his literary palace was shaking.

"Am I going to die after all..."

Fang Yun's eyes slowly became dim.

However, in the Wen palace, in front of the statue, there was a nearly completely transparent flame. Although it was like a candle in the wind, it was erratic, but it emitted a little aura.

The micro Wenqu star didn't move, the dragon in Wengong didn't move, and even the courage didn't move. After becoming a great Confucian, the Wengong fire, which had no effect, sent out the last warmth and light.

"How can you know death if you don't know life?"

"Unknown life, how can you know death!"

Fang Yun was shocked and his eyes slowly brightened up.