Zongwu: A hundred-year-old Confucian saint was exposed, shocking the master

Chapter 52 You Are Rebellious, You Will Not Stay In The Academy!Kill Chen Zhibao and grab the luck of Monk Nagarjuna!
In Zangshu Pavilion, Chen Zhibao had just stated the purpose of his visit.

Chen Mu was also a little surprised by the plan against the law.

This Chen Zhibao really dared to think.

He formed an alliance with the academy?

What is his identity?
That's all for a general from Beiliang, does he really take the reputation of 'Xiaorentu' seriously?
Don't say it's just a "Little Rentu" coming to the door, even if the real "Rentu" Xu Xiao from Beiliang came to the academy.

It's not worth taking a second look.

The smile on Chen Mu's face became stronger and stronger, and he said to Chen Zhibao with great interest:
"Do you think the academy will form an alliance with someone who has two hearts for the master?"

"Ha, then you look down on the academy too much!"

"Academy is a place to teach and educate people, and the first lesson taught is how to be a human being!"

"How can you, an unfaithful and unrighteous person, be worthy of being an ally of the Academy?"

Chen Mu finished speaking.

Chen Zhibao's complexion was almost the same as fresh pork liver!
In a pair of eyes, the anger was almost condensed into substance.

The hair on the head is tied upside down!

The elegant temperament of the white-clothed soldier fairy has long since ceased to exist!

The muscles in Chen Zhibao's hands were throbbing uncontrollably.

At this moment, he wanted to attack the old man in front of him countless times.

It was also with an extremely strong will that he suppressed the killing intent in his chest.

Staring at the sweeper in front of him, he said sharply:

"You little house sweeper! How dare you beat me like this!"

"Do you really think I dare not kill you?"

Looking at Chen Zhibao in front of him, he kept emitting killing intent towards himself.

The arc of Chen Mu's smile widened unconsciously.

Slowly said to Chen Zhibao:
"If it wasn't for you, there would be something I want."

"You thought I would summon you?"

This is over.

Chen Zhibao froze in place!

The anger and murderous look on his face disappeared without a trace!
His eyes were shaking and he fell into a sluggish state, and his whole body felt cold!

Only then did he realize that he had made a big mistake!
The old man in front of him is no one who sweeps the pavilion!
It is clearly the Confucian saint himself who has the ability to penetrate the heavens and penetrate the earth!
Just for this moment of sluggishness, Chen Zhibao's forehead was covered with fine sweat.

The one in front of me has such a back-to-basics breath, what kind of realm does it have to be able to do it?

He is indeed a Confucian and Taoist saint!
Horror!
Sudden!Chen Zhibao remembered what the Confucian saint had said before.

You have what the other person wants in yourself!
Although Chen Zhibao didn't know what the Confucian sages were talking about.

But it was enough to make him fearful!
After Chen Zhibao's expression changed, he gritted his teeth hard.

He turned his head and used all his strength to try to escape from the range of the Zangshu Pavilion.

All of his true energy was mobilized.

Chen Zhibao's white clothes were lifted up by the overflowing true energy.

The toes of the whole person are directly three feet high from the ground!
Obviously at this moment, Chen Zhibao had already used his cultivation to the extreme!

At the same time, I kept shouting in my heart!

"After I go out, hum! I must spread the true identity of Confucian saints to the whole world!"

Seeing himself getting closer and closer to the door of Zangshu Pavilion.

A ray of hope floated on Chen Zhibao's face.

"Just step through that door! I'm out of here!"

An abnormal blush flashed across Chen Zhibao's face, and he escaped from Confucian saint's hands in order to run his body with all his strength.

Quietly, Chen Zhibao had already used the secret technique of self-destructive cultivation!
However, as long as you can escape, it's all worth it!
"stop!"

Suddenly, a voice like Hong Zhong Da Lu came from Chen Mu's mouth.

Its sound is like waves in the water, spreading throughout the entire Zangshu Pavilion in the blink of an eye.

However, Chen Zhibao's figure running away with all his strength was under the word 'stop' that Chen Mu said.

It was frozen in place abruptly!

No matter how hard Chen Zhibao struggled with luck, it was difficult to move an inch!
Seeing this, Chen Mu stepped forward slowly.

Come to Chen Zhibao and quietly admire the look of fear on his face.

Afterwards, Chen Mu took out the Ma Liang brush and touched Chen Zhibao's eyebrows.

A touch of crimson luck, like a misty horse, surged out from the center of Chen Zhibao's eyebrows, and its momentum was endless!
When Chen Zhibao saw this scene, his liver and gallbladder were scattered, and he asked with a look of fear:

"What is this? You... What did you take away from me?"

Hearing this, Chen Fan still had a warm smile on his face, and slowly explained to Chen Zhibao:
"This is the luck of Buddhism, and the future of Buddhism will fall on you. This overwhelming luck of Buddhism will also help you enter the immortality of heaven and man."

"However, now these lucks belong to me!"

Chen Zhibao was shocked and angry when he heard this.

There is such a precious thing in his body, if the Confucian sage didn't point it out, he wouldn't even know it!
This is the treasure that can make him enter the realm of heaven and man!
If he is a heavenly man now, why should he be afraid of the Confucian saints in front of him?

But looking at the solid luck, it was continuously drawn from the center of his eyebrows.

Chen Zhibao only felt colic!
A face full of struggling colors.

Squeeze out every strength in your body, trying to snatch the outflowing Buddhist luck.

It's just that what he was facing was a Confucian saint!

Any movement of Chen Zhibao, in front of Confucian saints, seemed so pale and powerless.

With a heart full of despair, I can only watch all my luck being taken away!
In the end, all the luck of Buddhism condensed into a golden Buddha statue in red robe in front of Chen Mu.

With a thought in Chen Mu's mind, the Luck Golden Dragon entrenched on the ground veins flew up and swallowed the golden body of the Buddha statue in one gulp.

When Chen Zhibao saw this scene, his face was full of disbelief again, and he said in amazement:
"This golden dragon is the luck of the academy?"

Such luck is concrete, let alone seeing it with one's own eyes.

Chen Zhibao hadn't even heard of it, but this is the image of luck that has transformed into a dragon!

Even the Longhu Mountain in Liyang, which has been passed down for thousands of years, has only a giant salamander in its image of luck!

Compared with the lucky golden dragon in the academy, how far is it far behind?
Hearing this, Chen Mu shook his head and smiled, "This is my luck!"

After saying this, Chen Zhibao was in shock!
He stared blankly at the Confucian saint in front of him.

Only then did he discover how powerful the Confucian saints in this academy are!
Turned into a golden dragon with one person's luck!
What kind of power is this?

Chen Zhibao couldn't imagine anymore, all he was left with was fear.

I deeply regret coming to this academy.

If it wasn't for his own ambition, how could he have come to such a point?
Not to mention losing the opportunity of heaven and man, I am afraid that even my life cannot be saved
Chen Mu looked at the growing despair on Chen Zhibao's face.

With a kind smile, he said softly:

"You should be on your way too."

After finishing speaking, he flicked his sleeve robe at Chen Zhibao.

And in the next second, Chen Zhibao's head was cut off at the root, and he died without a name.

In the land of Beimang, in the Liangchan Temple, under the Bodhi tree.

Monk Nagarjuna's eyes widened suddenly!

At this moment, he suddenly felt extremely heavy!

Immediately afterwards, the body that had already reached the golden body state quickly withered away at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Monk Nagarjuna's eyes widened in astonishment!
In an instant, I knew the reason for everything!

He originally thought that all the Buddhist luck would belong to Chen Zhibao.

He also placed the hope of Buddhism's rise on Chen Zhibao.

But he didn't expect that all the luck of Buddhism was taken away by Confucian saints.

The disciples of monk Nagarjuna in the temple saw such a terrible situation for their master.

Hastily and anxiously asked:

"Master! What's wrong with you?"

But the monk Nagarjuna in front of him has already fallen into the pain of physical disintegration!
Powerless to explain other reasons to his disciples!

I can only watch helplessly as my physical strength dissipates!
In the end, Monk Nagarjuna was unwilling to die!
With the last ounce of strength in his body, he screamed with blood:

"Academy!"

Then, the body dies and the Buddha dies.

And monk Nagarjuna's disciples are all like rotten wood.

Looking at his master in disbelief, he mysteriously fell in front of him!
I don't know how long I was stunned, and finally burst into a shocking cry!
The monks in the entire Liangchan Temple finally accepted this cruel reality!
On the day that monk Nagarjuna died, the already crumbling Buddhist gate also completely collapsed.

The golden body of the Buddha statue had its head broken and rolled to the ground.

Then, the news of the fall of monk Nagarjuna.

Like a bird, spread throughout the world!

In the rivers and lakes, there is a turbulent wave!
(End of this chapter)