Pretending To Be a Holy Place, I Was Signed For a Thousand Years

  Chapter 176 Reshaping the Great Jin, and re-establishing the inheritance of Confucianism and Taoism

   "You villain!"

  Ziyang Zhenren trembled with anger.

   He never imagined that his apprentice would learn the skills of "shameless" so quickly that he would risk anything in order to survive.

   This is better than blue!

   Zhang Ming looked at the two of them and couldn't help laughing: "It's really a filial piety, a teacher and a disciple!"

   Hongjing was overjoyed when he heard the words, and shouted: "Daoist Qinghui, in addition to this, I also know many secrets of Taiyi Xianmen, and I am willing to tell the truth one by one!"

   Ziyang's face was ashen, and he was unable to speak.

   "Hehe, bullying the teacher and destroying the ancestors, ungrateful and ungrateful, worthy of being the master disciple of Taiyi Immortal Sect!"

   Zhang Ming sighed and shook his head, "However, the poor Taoist also has a master and a master, but he can't do such acts of anger and resentment. Taoism is different, so... I'm sorry!"

   This sentence made Hongjing go cold.

  Think about it, just now he was standing on the head of the cloud, arrogantly mocking and angering the Taoist priest Qinghui below.

   Now I kowtow to apologize, cry and beg for forgiveness, but I can't get the forgiveness of the other party, and I can't escape death.

   It’s really changeable!

  Unfortunately, he has no time to regret and sigh.

  Li Huojingo let out a light breath.

  The blazing wind suddenly blew towards the place where Hongjing was standing, scraping him to pieces and breaking his bones.

   In the blink of an eye, the young Taoist vanished into ashes.

  Zhiyang Zhenren stood there, with wrinkles gathered on his brows, as if he had aged for decades in a few breaths.

   "Pin Dao has been cautious all his life, and finally cultivated to the realm of the law. He also found a talented disciple as his inheritance, but I didn't expect... I didn't expect..."

   He looked up to the sky and sighed, "If you make a wrong move, you will lose the whole game!"

  Zhang Ming looked at this Taoist priest who prided himself on being very high in his bones, and now he fell off the high altar, suffering as much as a mortal in the mud.

   This is not the first time he has seen such a person.

   Su Ying of Qiongyu Sword Sect that day was also so arrogant and selfish, and ended up in a miserable end.

  The way of heaven is constant, and the law is inexhaustible.

   If this person does good deeds, if he only cares about himself, if he does a lot of unrighteousness, he will eventually have retribution.

   Either later or earlier.

   "Taiyi Immortal Gate... Pindao wrote it down."

  Zhang Ming said slowly to Ziyang, "Lingshu Guanqing emblem, please sit down with Ziyang!"

   Lao Dao’s whole body trembled slightly and he fell to the ground.

  Li Huojinwu blew a withering wind towards him.

   "Poor Dao is unwilling!"

   Master Ziyang suddenly roared and rushed towards Zhang Ming at the top of the peak.

   The whole body is condensed as one, turning it into a fatal blow.

   At this last moment, what he thought of was to die together!

   Zhang Ming stood with his hands behind his back, without the slightest fear, he just shook his head slightly at his resolute gaze.

   "The cockroach shakes the tree and is beyond its own power."

   said, he turned around and walked towards Qiyun Palace, not even looking directly at his final blow.

   Ziyang's eyes seemed to be spitting fire.

   How high and proud he once stood, how deeply insulted he was now.

   The next moment, the wind of withering blown by Li Huojinwu caught up with Ziyang Laodao, who was desperately rushing to the top of the peak.

   He stretched out his palm and pressed Zhang Ming's back, but he couldn't show any more power.

  Call——

   Flesh and bones fell, robes shattered.

   In the blink of an eye, only a whisk was left in place and fell.

   (PS: The editor of this book is called Fuchen, and dare not write him to death)

  …

   Five days later, Kyoto Luocheng.

  A wide flower street is built along the banks of Luoshui River, with countless pedestrians passing through it, and countless painting boats on it.

  The negative picture of Shenlong is out of Luoshui, and the colorful phoenix is ​​in the blue cloud.

   This is the most prosperous area in Los Angeles.

  Suzakutian Street, Biyun Pavilion.

   "Hey, have you heard about it? The Acacia Demon Sect has been wiped out!"

   Deep in the restaurant, a drunk man cried.

   "Hey! What's the matter, I also know that not only was the Acacia Demon Sect destroyed, but it was also destroyed by the same person who destroyed Xiaohanshan Temple!"

   The person next to him answered with a drink.

   "News came from Dongling County that Xiaohanshan Temple and Zhuoguangshan Lingshu Guan were discussing Taoism at Bodhi Cliff. They lost seven battles and seven defeats, and were finally destroyed by Lingshu Guan, Qinghui Taoist priest."

   "Subsequently, people from the Acacia Demon Sect appeared in Hanmen Town."

   "Qing Hui Daoist changed his route, climbed the Four Sacred Mountains Hehuan Sect, defeated the Longyang and Yinyang peaks in a row, overwhelmed the Sanyin Peak, took it under his command, and changed its name to Taiyin!"

   A man who looked like a gentleman sitting quietly not far from the two of them seemed to be dissatisfied with the appetite of the two, and said eloquently.

   "However, these are all public news from Taiyin Peak."

   "They have more than 300 people in one peak, and they have already spread the word to the world, abandoning demons to cultivate Taoism, and no longer belonging to the four major demon sects."

   "However, I also know some news that has not been made public. I wonder if you are interested in hearing it?"

   This person explained the major events of the past few days in a few words, but turned his head and sold himself.

   The diners around hurriedly shouted: "If you want to get it!"

  Langzhong-looking man picked up the wine, took a sip, and said with a smile: "Hehe, you may not know that after Lingshu Guan's Qinghui Daoist killed the Four Sacred Mountain Hehuan Sect, three groups of people followed closely!"

   Everyone was intrigued: "Oh? Who is that?"

   They didn't even know that there were other twists and turns in the matter of the Four Sacred Mountains.

   "Hmm... Do you think that after Lingshuguan destroyed the Acacia Sect, it stopped? It didn't take two days before the first wave of people came, or rather, it was a single person."

   "This person... is named Wang Jinglong!"

   After he finished speaking, he pressed his lips to the wine cup and said nothing.

   However, these three words shocked everyone.

   The Confucian and Taoist quasi-sage of the Dajin Dynasty, known as the first person under Wang Haoran of Dongming Academy?

  White Deer Academy - Wang Jinglong!

  Why did he go to the Four Sacred Mountains, is it also to destroy the Acacia Demon Sect?

  No, not right!

  Everyone shook their heads and looked at each other with confusion in their eyes.

   "Brother, tell me if you have any news, I can't hold back my brother!"

   Someone urged.

   "You savage, Hugh, you are talking nonsense, the Four Sacred Mountains are where the Demon Sect is, and what does it have to do with my Confucian line!"

   There were also scholars who were dissatisfied and clapped the table.

   "Hehe, since you know the name of this quasi-sage king Jinglong, you should know that the Confucian lineage has been declining since two years ago."

   "However, very few people know that Confucianism had eight great Confucians in a row locked up in the academy, and Saint Haoran no longer lived in the world. All of these... all because of one place!"

   The middle-aged man smiled slightly and said, "Lingshu Guan!"

   Everyone wondered, how could this be related to the decline of Confucianism two years ago.

   At that time, there were indeed three counties, seven cities and ten prefectures, and a total of eight great Confucian scholars announced their retirement from the world to concentrate on their studies.

   This caused an uproar back then, but the news was suppressed and no one knew the truth.

   Now it seems that there is something tricky in it?

   But, what does this have to do with the Spirit Pivot View!

   "The decline of Confucianism is precisely because of this spiritual center. The master of the watch back then, Tai Xuzi...hehe, he has successively defeated the prestige of nine great Confucians, and eight retired. It also damaged the state of the Holy Spirit and had to retreat and die."

  The middle-aged man put down his wine cup and said.

   The news that the Lingshu Guan Taixuzi passed through the three counties, seven cities and ten mansions was blocked for two years. Now it is the first time that it has come out in public, and it immediately caused an uproar.

   "What! Confucianism declined because it was defeated by Lingshu Guan Taixuzi?"

"This is impossible!"

   "How could the sage Haoran be forced into a damaged state of mind by a little-known Taoist temple!"

   "Wild Langzhong! Even if my Confucian sage Haoran is in seclusion now, he is still sitting in the Dongming Academy in Kyoto, and I can't tolerate your nonsense!"

  “…”

  Na Langzhong sat upright among the crowd, taking time to relax, neither in a hurry, nor in a hurry, nor in a panic or confusion.

   Gradually, the arguments subsided.

   Instead, everyone felt that they had no confidence, and some people continued to ask: "Then what?"

"Then? Haha, this Wang Jinglong went to the Four Sacred Mountains, naturally to avenge the dispute between the Lingshu Temple and the Confucian lineage. Two years ago, he retreated to break through the quasi-sage and failed to meet Taixuzi. I want to talk about highs and lows again!"

   The middle-aged man shook his head and sighed, "Unfortunately, although Jing Sheng had a good idea, it backfired!"

   This time, no one interrupted him.

   Even the self-proclaimed scholars held their breath and waited for his words.

   "As soon as this Wang Jinglong showed up and fought in a hurry, he was beheaded on the spot by Taoist Taixuzi of Lingshuguan. The quasi-sage fell, and the Confucianists lost their luck again!"

   He glanced at the crowd and said slowly.

  Everyone was startled all of a sudden.

   "You mean...the people from Lingshu Guan killed Wang Jinglong?"

   They got chills down their spines.

  How is this possible, how dare he!

   This Lingshu view is so arrogant, does it want to be an enemy of the entire Confucian line of the Jin Dynasty?

   "This world...I'm afraid it's going to be in chaos!"

  A sharp-minded diners poured wine into their mouths.

   "Brother, didn't you just say that there were three groups of people, are there other people who went to the Four Sacred Mountains?"

   Someone asked the man in the middle of the drink who was silent.

   "Yes, after Wang Jinglong, there are two groups of people, or they were originally together."

The middle-aged man looked at the person who asked the question and said with a smile, "The calendars of these two groups are even more complicated. One group is the eminent monk of the Xuankong Temple in the seventeen sects of the three sects, and the other group is the two from the Taiyi Immortal Sect. Master!"

   Everyone was shocked, where are these three sects and seventeen sects, they are clearly three sects!

   Hanging Temple? Taiyi Xianmen?

   What are they going to do on the Four Holy Mountains?

   This time, without waiting for everyone to ask questions, he heard the middle-aged man rubbing the wine cup and said, "The reason why they went to the Four Sacred Mountains was that they heard that they were guarding the way of demons, but only when they arrived at the scene did they know that the Hehuan Demon Sect was destroyed."

   "However, what was unexpected was that they had a conflict with Lingshu Guan, and the result..."

  The throats of everyone swallowing the drink stopped at this moment, could it be... something happened?

   "Hehe, no matter whether he is a powerhouse of the Fa Xiangjing realm or a master of the three sects, he will all vanish in front of Lingshu Guan!"

   The middle-aged man knew a lot, shook his head and smiled.

   Everyone looked at each other with shock in their eyes.

   "The powerhouses of the three sects...are all dead?"

   "Hangkong Temple! Taiyi Immortal Gate!"

   "These two behemoths hanging over the head of the Jin Dynasty actually collapsed in front of Lingshu Guan?"

   "This... how is this possible!"

   They simply cannot believe such news.

   "Young Langzhong, these are just your own nonsense, how can you take them seriously!"

   "Huh, yeah! Do you think we would believe such nonsense?"

  Many people called out humming.

   However, smart people, or the eyeliners of the major forces in the restaurant responsible for inquiring about news, have quietly recorded things, and they have to take them back regardless of whether they are true or not.

  In any case, starting from today, the name of this Spiritual Pivot View will be resounding throughout the entire Jin Dynasty!

   The middle-aged man threw down the wine cup, stood up angrily, and said, "Hehe, the rotten wood fools are not enough!"

   Then, he picked up the tiger brace and blue sac beside him, put the shackle on his back, and slammed the door away.

   When you leave, don’t forget to take the medicine cover that is leaning against the door.

   Although everyone saw him leave, they couldn't stop talking.

  These many secret news, through the mouths of diners, quickly coaxed out along Zhuquetian Street.

   "Hey, that's not right!"

   A diner in Biyun Pavilion suddenly patted his head and said as if he had remembered something.

The person next to    asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"

   He looked at the place where the middle-aged man left, frowned, and said somewhat uncertainly: "Did you see his tiger brace, blue sac and medicine cover just now? There seems to be a crescent-like sign on it!"

   Others still didn't understand and asked, "It seems that there is, so what?"

  However, as soon as they spoke, they froze on the spot!

  Langzhong, tiger support, green sac, medicine guise...

  The crescent moon sign…

   "Could he be... a disciple of the Yaowang Sect of Sui Xiegu!"

   Everyone couldn't help but take a deep breath.

   This Sui Xiegu Yaowang Sect is the last of one of the three Great Jin Dynasty sects!

   You just scolded the disciples of Yaowangzong?

   When they think about it, they feel chills in their hearts, they won't get sick in the future, and there will be nowhere to treat them.

   This medicine Wang Zong is good at medicine and alchemy, and he is the leader of the business of Dajin Dynasty Pharmacy, Dan Ding and so on.

   "It seems that this land of flowers and willows needs to be left less..."

  …

   At the same time, Luocheng, Kyoto.

   Among the green hills on the outskirts of the city, there is a building complex with pavilions, towers and eaves and bucket arches.

  If you get closer, there will be a faint sound of reading.

   On the outermost part of the courtyard, on the plaque, there are four quaint characters written.

  【Dongming Academy】

  This is where all scholars in Dajin yearn for.

  The Holy Land of Confucianism.

  The retreat of Saint Haoran!

When   Dongming Academy was at its peak, it was said to be comparable to the three schools, almost becoming the fourth school of the Great Jin Dynasty.

  Unfortunately, after repeated incidents, it ended up here.

   But even so, Dongming Academy is in the forefront of the seventeen schools, and no one dares to set back its edge.

  In the imperial hall and army of the Dajin Dynasty, I don’t know how many people came from Dongming Academy.

  The literati are serious.

   If these backbones are united, it will be an extremely terrifying force.

   At this moment, in the depths of the Dongming Academy, in a simple courtyard, there are two people, an old man and a young man.

   They are Meng Xueyuan and Yan Wuchang who came all the way from Bailu Academy.

   "Meng Sheng, we've been waiting here for three days, why hasn't the Haoran sage not seen us yet?"

  Yan Wuchang waited anxiously and couldn't help asking.

Meng Xueyuan also had anxiety in his eyes, but he still glanced at him calmly, and reprimanded: "Young people, you have to be calm. Haven't you heard the sages say that when the water is calm, the image will be bright, and the mind will be born with wisdom. "

   "The realm and knowledge of the sage Haoran are far beyond me. Since he is not out of the gate, he must have other ideas and arrangements."

   "I'll just wait patiently!"

  Yan Wuchang replied helplessly, "Students know their mistakes."

   The two of them said this, but they couldn't understand it in their hearts, so they paced back and forth.

  The fall of the Confucian lineage of Jingsheng is such a big thing, isn't the Holy Saint Haoran even ignorant?

   Moreover, the Taixuzi of the Lingshu Guan has also returned to the world...

   Just when they were like ants on a hot pan, the closed house suddenly opened the door with a creak.

   "Meng Sheng!"

  Yan Wuchang gave an excited reminder.

   Then, I saw a lady gentleman with elegant clothes and a beautiful face walking out of the library.

   "I beg your pardon, Meng Sheng, the disciples have already submitted their reports, but the Haoran sage is in retreat and is not seeing any guests."

   She said with a gift.

  Meng Xueyuan didn't dare to ask the big brother, so he hurriedly returned the salute and said, "Miss Qingqing is a disciple of the saint, so she doesn't have to bow like the old man, it's just the saint Haoran..."

   "Is it really missing?"

   His eyes were full of disappointment.

  I didn’t expect to come all the way from Nanchang County to ask to see the saint, but he was always turned away.

  Nie Qingqing shook his head and said calmly, "It is the disciples of the saints who should pay respects."

   "Master, he...is really no visitor."

   Meng Xueyuan was a little disappointed.

   It seems that he is old after all, and he should not go against the words of the closed academy back then, and then greedily enjoy fame in this world.

   However, he still couldn't swallow the breath of the decline of Confucianism and Taoism.

   "However, Saint Haoran passed down a sentence."

   The woman in Suyi changed her tone and said.

  Meng Xueyuan was instantly refreshed, straightened his waist, and looked over with burning eyes.

I saw the plain-clothed woman's eyes seemed to be staring into the distance, her jade lips were lightly opened, and she said with a deep meaning: "The saint has something to say, now that the general situation has been established, the Buddha and Taoism are fighting, and the three sects are colliding, only then can I reshape my great Jin Dynasty. , and then establish the inheritance of Confucianism and Taoism.”

  PS: Thanks to the book friend "Shenzhen Bay Big Monster" for the reward, the 4600-word chapter will be delivered

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