Chapter 301 300. Confucian Sacrifice (Please subscribe!)
"His Majesty."

In the Huangji Hall, the old monk who was chanting the Four Great Vows of Buddhism suddenly stopped subduing the golden dragon that moved the Chinese bowl and looked up at Emperor Ming who was sitting on the dragon throne.

"Your Majesty just asked me whether the people in the White Dragon Temple share the same idea as me."

"Now it seems that all the disciples in the temple share the same idea as me."

"This is beyond my expectation." Emperor Ming on the dragon throne opened his eyes slightly. "I thought that with Master Mingyuan's help, the other people in the White Dragon Temple would be worthy of the righteousness no matter what, and would keep silent here to protect themselves."

"I didn't expect that I underestimated you monks."

"What a pity, now they are all going to die here one by one."

"Why don't you stay in the temple and cultivate your own ways? Why do you always like to meddle in other people's affairs?!"

"Amitabha." The old monk ignored the threat in Emperor Ming's words and chanted the Buddha's name, "Your Majesty, don't be stubborn anymore! It's time to turn back!"

"Buddhists always want to persuade people to turn back, but the sea of ​​suffering is boundless. If you cannot cross to the other side, one day you will be swallowed by the sea of ​​suffering." Emperor Ming sneered.

"Old monk, although you are at the seventh realm, in order to become a Buddha, you chose to cut off and release your inner demons in a moment of thought, so that your seventh realm is only in name only."

"It's just a realm, but there's no strength to fully match it."

"No matter how strong your Buddhist practice is in your lifetime, can it be stronger than the destiny of a country?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the golden dragon of national destiny, which was entangled in heavy chains in the Dharma bowl, raised its head, and its unruly and arrogant eyes looked through the "wellmouth" and met the old monk's.

Suddenly.

Layer upon layer of mutterings exploded in the old monk's ears.

It was like a bunch of awls hitting his cochlea and the lake of his heart.

"Hate it!"

“It’s bitter!”

"Complain!"

"Jealous!"

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The old monk was caught off guard and was overwhelmed by the negative energy of the people.

The bright light of the Tathagata Buddha statue in the heart lake, which was the foundation of the old monk's life-long cultivation, suddenly dimmed, and then quickly shone brightly, and boundless golden light covered the entire heart lake.

However, all the evil spirits should have been destroyed by the golden light, but at this moment, a dark and extremely deep black spot emerged above the Heart Lake, and quickly transformed into a violently surging black tide.

This black tide was incomparably heavy, vast and deep, viscous and pitch black. The infinite Buddha's light shone into it, but was swallowed up by it, unable to penetrate it even a little bit.

"sea of ​​bitterness.?"

The old monk's heart lake was like a towering Buddha statue with eyes opened, compassion flowing, he looked at the surging black tide, and spoke softly.

A figure stood up in the black tide, his face changing every moment, but the voice was exactly that of the Ming Emperor:
"Master Mingyuan, the four great sects that assisted Taizu in ascending the throne are gathered together again today."

"Master, please help me suppress this sea of ​​suffering formed by the sorrow, anger, ignorance and resentment of all living beings."

"I need to devote some attention to dealing with those people."

The destiny of a country is formed by the hearts and minds of all the people and carries the joys, sorrows, anger and happiness of all the people.

At this moment, Emperor Ming triggered the "anger" and "sorrow" of the country's destiny, which evolved into a "sea of ​​suffering" in the old monk's heart. The huge karma pressed down, and the resentments and roars were like mosquitoes and flies, overwhelming the statue of Tathagata Buddha above the old monk's heart.

at the same time.

The umbrella of all people that fell from outside the hall to the top of the old monk's head emitted a faint light, and the prayers and praises of all people turned into a real torrent, pressing on the old monk's physical body.

The national treasures including the Sword, the River and Mountain Map, the Bronze Tripod, the Sun and Moon Plate, and the Bai Ze Flag burst into divine light at the same moment.

Strands of golden light rose from the old monk's brocade robes, and Buddhist scriptures flew out and connected with each other, forming a circle that protected the old monk in the center.

The statue of Tathagata Buddha in the lake of the heart had Buddha light and wisdom light flowing on its surface, which kept mosquitoes and flies out. However, when he looked at the black tide, a hint of hesitation appeared on his face.

This was a blatant conspiracy on the part of Emperor Ming.

The dignity of an emperor lies not only in his power, but also in the fact that he lifts up the sea of ​​suffering for all living beings.

At this moment, Emperor Ming released the "people's difficult" side of the country's destiny. If it is not suppressed and stopped, this black tide will not only appear in his heart, but will become real and submerge the world.

The Tathagata Buddha statue above the old monk's heart sighed slightly, pointed to the sky with one hand and to the ground with the other, and chanted: "In heaven and on earth, I am the only one who is supreme!"

The light is everywhere.

The sea of ​​suffering shrinks.

The Buddha pushed out his palm, and his five fingers formed a mountain. The "sea of ​​suffering" was filled with raging waves, but like a poisonous snake nailed to the ground, it could not spread even a little bit.

Outside the Huangji Palace.

An extremely sharp sword light rose up, and the sword energy was so vast and boundless.

"My sword has courage as its tip, benevolence as its edge, righteousness as its spine, loyalty as its hilt, trustworthiness as its clip, wisdom as its stem, and courtesy as its tassel."

"This sword has no front when it is straight, no top when it is raised, no bottom when it is placed, and no side when it is moved. It follows the round heaven to follow the three lights, and follows the square earth to follow the four seasons. It harmonizes the people's will to bring peace to the four regions!"

The swordsman scholar from Yunshan Academy was the first to attack.

He spoke in a loud voice, and the sword's intent soared into the sky, roaring and shaking the spiritual energy of heaven and earth in the entire imperial capital city.

As his words fell.

Confucian characters appeared in the void, namely "courage", "righteousness", "benevolence", "loyalty", "faith", "propriety" and "wisdom". The seven characters were interlocked and connected to each other, forming long swords.

The tip of the sword is facing upwards.

The sword energy is boiling.

The various Confucian avenues shook the void, and under the interweaving of legal principles, the world was filled with a sharp aura.

The sixth realm of Confucianism is called "governing the country". One can use the various political achievements of real countries to hone one's cultivation. If one day one can gain power, one can directly enter the sixth realm. This is the true road to heaven for Confucian practitioners.

However, students of Yunshan Academy do not enter the imperial court, so the scholar who is practicing the Gentleman Sword is taking the path of performing the duties of his family, country and the world.

There is a country in my heart, and I use that country to sharpen my sword. Therefore, this sword is both a gentleman's sword and a prince's sword!
One person rules the country!
"This sword is a gentleman's sword. How does it compare to the emperor's sword?" said the bright yellow dragon hovering over the entire Imperial Capital City.

Say it.

Rumbling--

The torrent of national destiny surged, the golden light was dazzling, and holy swords of the kingly way emerged from the light.

The tip of the sword points downward.

The tip of the needle is facing the wheat awn.

"Come on." The unruly man had an excited look on his face. He held a three-foot-long green sword in his hand, and the sword light flowed with it, stabbing straight towards the bright yellow dragon in the sky.

The Kingly Holy Sword fell at the same time.

The swords collided, and the gentleman's sword collapsed layer by layer.

A gentleman, for the sake of the world, requested to punish the unjust ruler, but the emperor took up the sword, and the whole world was slaughtered, leaving millions of corpses. How could the sword of one person be better than the swords of ten thousand troops? !

"In ancient times, scholars must have a teacher. A teacher is someone who teaches, accepts students, and resolves their doubts!" ​​The scholar, who never put down his book, followed closely behind his junior fellow student. The others spoke loudly, throwing out one famous Confucian quote about "teacherhood" after another.

It seemed to be promoting the teaching of teachers, but these Confucian characters embedded in the void actually turned the entire huge imperial city into a school.

The teacher in the school is a scholar, and the students are naturally this bright yellow dragon transformed from the dragon energy of the emperor!

Even if you are the emperor, you still need to respect your teacher!

At this moment, the scholar's momentum was infinitely elevated.

The Emperor is supreme and noble, standing above all the people, and no one dares to be higher than him.

Therefore, the scholar found another way and established himself as a teacher, trying to surpass the emperor and temporarily suppress him.

"I respect the teachings of teachers, but who in the world can teach me? No one can do it, only heaven can!" Ming Huang Zhenlong snorted coldly. As soon as these words came out, all kinds of great ways emerged, and an illusory figure was outlined above the scholar's rising momentum.

This figure contains everything and embodies the great way of life. His eyes are extremely cold and indifferent, without any emotion at all.

When his eyes fell on the scholar, the scholar's rising momentum was suddenly interrupted.

The Emperor has teachers, sages have teachers, but Heaven has no teacher!

The "teacher's way" of a scholar cannot reach the "heaven".

The will of heaven rolled down, and the condensed prototype of the school was simply unable to contain the will of heaven, and it undoubtedly collapsed into nothingness in an instant.

The smart and beautiful female teacher saw that her two senior brothers were at a disadvantage in an instant, and said softly: "I am not the pillar of the country when I am alive, and I am not the King of Hell when I die. I still want to write a scripture with blood and turn into a demon king to disturb the world."

Never thought.

This female teacher at Yunshan Academy who appears to be the most gentle on the surface, actually has the most murderous intent when she opens her mouth.

She is actually a Confucian general!
The Confucian spirit, which exudes the breath of weapons, rises into the sky. It does not take the form of a sage, a master, or a gentleman, but rather the form of a devil!
The dark devil's eyes widened with anger and he opened his mouth to inhale violently.

All the Dao rhyme that the two senior brothers had destroyed by Ming Huang Zhenlong just now was swallowed up by it.

The female teacher spoke again at this time: "The thin sun is hazy in autumn, and the clouds of resentment gather. Killing the generals will make you famous, and the lives of the people will be destroyed."

The words fell.

Resentment suddenly rose up from the dark devil's body, and the "sword intent" of the unruly man in his belly kept rolling. Benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom, and trustworthiness all retreated, leaving only a "courage", a bloody "courage"!

The blood-red word "Courage" glows red.

The evolved "Sword of the Conqueror" broke through his chest and was held in the hand of the Dark Demon King.

then.

The female teacher spoke for the third time: "A common man can be a teacher for hundreds of generations, and a single word can be a law for the world."

An ordinary man can be a teacher for hundreds of generations, and a single word can become a law for the world.

Even an ordinary person can do this.

The devil can do the same.

The "teacher's way" of the scholar who never puts down his book is imposed on the dark devil, condensed into a "rule of religious rules" held in his left hand.

Holding the "Sword of Conquerors" in one hand and the "Ruler of Church Rules" in the other, the dark devil roared to the sky, stood up, and rushed towards the bright yellow dragon covering the sky.

"Interesting! A demon on the outside but a saint on the inside, it's a bit like the angry look of a Buddhist Vajra."

Faced with the attack from the three sixth-level Confucian cultivators from Yunshan Academy, Minghuang Zhenlong finally moved.

He stretched out his claws filled with vast power and pressed down slightly. The entire Imperial Capital City suddenly seemed to be trapped in a muddy swamp, and even the operation of the avenue became a little more clumsy.

The Taoist of Baiyun Temple and the abbot of Bailong Temple looked at each other, unwilling to be outdone.

Both of them used their strongest moves in their lives.

Baiyun Temple is a Taoist sect of the inner alchemy school, which practices both nature and life, and all so-called magic techniques are of the lower order.

The moves that Taoist Baiyun Temple is currently performing are extremely ordinary, but sometimes, the more ordinary something is, the more powerful it is.

I saw the Taoist of Baiyun Temple push out his palms, nature and life intertwined, yin and yang returned to their original state, from two to one, evolving into the chaotic energy of nothingness that symbolizes the origin of all things.

The chaotic energy surged into a torrent, and wherever it passed, the road retreated.

The astonishing scene even made Ming Huang Zhenlong look sideways.

The Taoists from Baiyun Temple who followed him into the palace did not just stand there and watch; they mobilized their primordial Qi, and all rivers flowed into the pure white torrent, constantly overlapping and blending.

The abbot of the White Dragon Temple made the fearlessness seal with one hand and pushed forward with the other.

This palm was light and without any worldly air, but it seemed to contain the entire heaven and earth, with countless sentient beings multiplying and thriving, the mighty torrent of civilization, birth, aging, sickness, death, failure to obtain, resentment and hatred, separation from loved ones, and the burning of the five elements.
Buddha said that one flower, one leaf, one world.

The world in your palm evolves.

And wherever the palm of your hand points, all things can be contained within it.

This method is exactly the supreme magical power of Buddhism - "Buddha Kingdom in the Palm"!
There was a Buddhist kingdom contained in his palm, and when he struck out with the power of a world, even a warrior with an unmatched physique would not dare to withstand this palm head-on.

The other monks from the White Dragon Temple behind him put their hands together and chanted Buddhist scriptures.

The Buddha's chanting was transmitted to the Buddha's kingdom in the palm of the hand. At that moment, all sentient beings in this world closed their eyes, put their hands together, and recited the Buddhist scriptures.

The dark devil, the infinite chaotic energy and the Buddha Kingdom in the palm of your hand correspond to the methods of the three religions of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism respectively.

The bright yellow dragon descending from the sky couldn't help but look more solemn.

But his gaze did not fall on these people, but on the dean of Yunshan Academy.

"Your Majesty! The way a king wins the world is by winning the people. The way to win the people is by winning their hearts." Master Chen shook his head, looking disappointed. "Your Majesty should put the people first!"

"You should put the people first?" Ming Huang Zhenlong sneered, "Master Chen, what I am doing now is not based on this idea?"

"What a pity, you all don't want to believe me!"

"All the officials have agreed with my approach, but you, Yunshan Academy, Bailong Temple, Baiyun Temple, and Yuanfu Temple, think you are the only one who is sober while everyone else is drunk?"

"ridiculous!"

"Your Majesty, even if you succeed, if you sacrifice the lives of the people in a city, you will be suspected and feared by the people of the world." Master Chen's face was solemn.

"Hahaha!" Ming Huang Zhenlong laughed out loud. "There is war in the north, and the south is raising taxes. Will the south be more sympathetic to the difficulties faced by the north? No, they will only blame the court for imposing such heavy taxes!"

"The people are ignorant and only care about the present. If I succeed and the Holy Emperor comes to the world, everyone in the world will praise me."

In laughter.

The emperor's dragon energy rolled down like a raging wave, submerging the dark devil, the chaotic torrent and the Buddha kingdom in his palm.

"let's start!"

"Success or failure depends on today!"

This statement came out.

Master Chen suddenly felt an inexplicable chill in his heart.

In the Wuying Hall and Wenhua Hall on both sides of the Huangji Hall, a group of officials who had already arranged the ritual vessels, under the leadership of several cabinet ministers, started the ceremony.

The vast and majestic energy rose into the sky and turned into a white jade pillar that reached from heaven to earth.

"This is a Confucian sacrificial ritual!!!" Upon seeing this, Master Chen was horrified.

"Abolish all schools of thought and respect Confucianism alone!" A group of court officials shouted in unison, "All land under heaven belongs to the king, and all the people in the world are his subjects!"

At the same time, there was some change in the aura of the Bone Girl in the Arctic Exorcism House and the Female Ghost in the Embroidery Tower in the Huai'an Haunted House.

At this critical moment.

In the Arctic Exorcism Court.

On the calligraphy and painting on the ninth floor of Dingxin Tower, the nine words "It's nothing more than a thought to save the people" fell off one by one.

　I went to the official after-sales service today, and it cost nearly 700 yuan just to replace the battery. I thought it would be at most 500 yuan.

　　My psychological expectation was 400-500, but I didn't expect it to be so expensive.

　　This is just the battery, not to mention the other things besides the battery. The whole thing will cost more than 1 yuan. (You can buy a cheaper mobile phone with this amount)

　　It hurts, I dare not change.

　　If you don't plan to go to the official website to replace it, you can buy a 300 or 400 battery online and try to replace it yourself.

　　So today's trip wasted.

　　It took several hours to go back and forth. Since I lived in a remote suburb, there was no after-sales point nearby, so I had to go to the city center.

　　When I came back, I encountered a rainstorm again. I didn't bring an umbrella and hid in the rain for a long time in the subway station. It was really bad.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)