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Chen Changsheng said: "This mountain is a bit strange. If you use your spiritual sense on a large scale here, you will seem to hear the sound of great scholars debating scriptures. It seems to make sense at first, but it is all fallacy and heresy. Listening to it for a long time will inevitably affect your Tao heart.

"Therefore, the spiritual sense can only be focused on a small area, which makes it more difficult to find other caves. Moreover, some caves should have collapsed and are not easy to find. This time I asked you to come here to help me find the remaining caves, which should be able to obtain more information. "

Before Chen Changsheng finished speaking, Zhang Wanzhi had already spread his spiritual sense. After a moment, he was surprised and said: "There is really a sound of debating scriptures!"

"Really? "

Li Xiuchang and Wenwen followed suit and released their spiritual sense.

Although Senior Brother Chen said that listening for a long time is not good for the heart of Taoism, he just listened for a while, it should be okay, right?

As a result, Li Xiuchang really heard a faint voice coming, the voice was not loud, as if it came from far away, and it seemed to be whispering in his ear, every word and sentence was very clear.

At first glance, it seemed to make some sense, which made him feel as if he had realized something, and he couldn't help but want to continue listening.

This sound has a sense of picture. As soon as it entered his ears, the picture of the great Confucian scholars debating the scriptures appeared in his mind...

There was an old man who argued with the group of Confucian scholars, confronting the twelve great Confucian scholars below, responding to the doubts of the twelve great Confucian scholars one by one, and soon the twelve great Confucian scholars were speechless.

Li Xiuchang was a little fascinated by what he heard. If Senior Brother Chen hadn't reminded him in advance, he might have really been possessed.

He withdrew his spiritual sense and interrupted the voice of the great Confucian scholar preaching.

"Awesome! "

Li Xiuchang couldn't help but sigh. With his limited knowledge of Taoism, he would be led into a ditch by the old man if he listened for too long.

As expected, the old man should be a saint, and the twelve great scholars who debated with him were his twelve disciples.

Chen Changsheng saw that the three evil people moved in unison and shook his head helplessly.

It was a pity that he thought Li Xiuchang could be saved and even took Li Xiuchang out to travel for a while. As a result, Li Xiuchang didn't learn his prudent and cautiousness at all.

"Alright." Chen Changsheng was tired and didn't want to say more, "Let's act separately. Be careful. There are many powerful monsters around this mountain. "

Next, Li Xiuchang and his team split up and went around the entire mountain to look for those caves.

Zhang Wanzhi and Chen Changsheng were the strongest and acted alone, while Li Xiuchang and Wenwen teamed up to search.

Each person and the turtle shrank their spiritual consciousness within a smaller range, so that they would not hear the sound of the scripture debate. They were separated by a hundred meters, which could not only avoid overlapping search areas, but also provide immediate support in case of accidents.

"It's unknown how many tens of thousands of years it has been. If the cave collapsed, it should be buried deep underground."

Every time Li Xiuchang walked to a place, he would use his spiritual consciousness to explore underground.

Wenwen was an impatient person. It was almost anxious to death to gather his spiritual consciousness here, fly for a while and explore.

It said directly: "Come on, Xiuchang, I'll take you to find it by burrowing underground."

Li Xiuchang never felt that he, Wenwen and Senior Brother Zhang were the same kind of people, because he never did some things that were obviously suicidal.

Li Xiuchang decisively rejected Wenwen's proposal.

"It's boring. Are you still my good brother? "Wenwen curled his lips and burrowed into the soil.

For it, the soil under its feet was no different from water. A turtle in the water would be extremely flexible and go wherever it wanted.

Li Xiuchang probed into the ground with his spiritual sense. At first, he could still catch Wenwen's figure, but as Wenwen dug deeper and deeper, he soon lost its trace.

He was not too worried. Wenwen was a first-class escaper.

After a while, Wenwen suddenly emerged from the ground and said excitedly: "Xiuchang, I found it!"

Li Xiuchang asked hurriedly: "What did you find?"

"A blank stele with incomplete text..."

"Let's go down and take a look! "

Li Xiuchang took out a talisman and stuck it on his body, then he went underground with Wanwen.

Deep underground, he finally saw the collapsed cave.

If it weren't for the wordless stele still standing there, it would be hard to tell that this was originally a cave.

The entire cave had completely collapsed and was flattened.

Li Xiuchang first observed the wordless stele and found that the base of the stele stood firmly on the ground, as if some force was fixing it, so that it was not afraid of rain, wind, and time erosion, and it never shook or shifted.

There is a wordless stele in every cave, which is definitely not useless.

But Confucian things are likely to have such a situation: you know it is extraordinary, but you just can't see where it is extraordinary.

It's like a Confucian monk who can practice without spiritual energy. They all look like weak scholars, but they can write down the river and paint the sky with ink.

This Confucian thing, like Confucianism, has no spiritual fluctuations.

Just like this wordless stele, there is no text, no spiritual fluctuations, just a big brick standing here alone, you can study it!

Li Xiuchang studied this wordless stele for three minutes, wasting three minutes.

Finally, he gave up and followed the steady shuttle in the soil next to it, looking for broken murals and words.

The great Confucian scholars who left the murals did not take any protective measures for the murals, it seems that their ideas are very contradictory.

If you want future generations to see the contents of the murals, take some protective measures to ensure that the murals and words will not be destroyed.

If you don't want future generations to see them, just don't leave these contents.

Their approach was more like leaving it to fate, leaving the murals but not protecting them, and whether future generations can see them or not is up to fate.

Li Xiuchang soon found a lot of broken fragments, and he carefully collected them one by one.

Li Xiuchang and Wenwen returned to the ground until there were no more fragments around.

They placed the fragments they had just collected on the ground one by one, trying to restore them like a puzzle.

Soon, the broken murals and incomplete texts appeared in front of Li Xiuchang.

One of the murals depicted a group of Confucian scholars and stone tablets...

Combined with the few words in the text, the information that can be roughly extracted is: the twelve disciples of the saint set up twelve wordless tablets.

Just one disciple corresponds to one cave and one wordless tablet.

The wordless tablet that Li Xiuchang found was set up by the ninth disciple of the saint.

"Brother Chen has found two caves before. With my cave, there are still nine wordless steles that have not been found."

"I just don't know if the two brothers have any gains."

Li Xiuchang sent a message to the two brothers and told them about his gains. As a result, he learned that the two brothers also found something.

So they agreed to continue exploring and meet up after finding more wordless steles.

With a stable and successful example in front of him, Li Xiuchang also focused his search on the underground.

In the blink of an eye, half a day passed, and Li Xiuchang finally had a new gain, and found another wordless stele!

After collecting the broken murals and texts, and restoring them, he got some more information.

The wordless stele discovered this time was erected by the sixth disciple. The murals and texts he left behind recorded the process of their twelve brothers becoming apprentices.

Among them, their master, the identity of the saint, was mentioned.

The saint's identity was mysterious. He suddenly descended on the demon-suppressing world and opened an academy to teach people to read and write.

He believed in teaching without distinction. All people, regardless of their background, regardless of gender, age or youth, had the right to study in his academy.

The twelve disciples under his seat were the twelve most intelligent students in his academy at that time.

These twelve people had different backgrounds, and their ages when they became disciples were very different. The youngest was only five years old at that time, and the oldest was already over seventy years old.

They studied with the saint, and finally achieved something in Confucianism and Taoism, and were called "Twelve Sub-Sages".

In the process of studying with the saint, they also had some understanding of their mysterious master.

The saint was a saint from the beginning. From the beginning of Confucianism to the end of Confucianism, he was always the person who went the farthest on the road of Confucianism and Taoism, and the person with the strongest strength.

From this, it can be seen that the saint should be the founder of Confucianism and Taoism, and his status in Confucianism is equivalent to that of the Taoist Daoist and the Buddhist Buddha.

But such a person fell in the Demon Suppression Realm, which is incredible.

But then again, are the Taoist and the Buddha still alive?

If they are alive, why has no one seen them?

If they are dead, why can they still be worshipped?

The more he understood, the more Li Xiuchang felt that the water in the Demon Suppression Realm was very deep.

The level involved was beyond his reach.

Li Xiuchang and the little turtle continued to look for the next wordless monument, one person and one turtle shuttled underground together.

But after searching for a long time, there was still no harvest.

"This turtle will go deeper to have a look!"

Wenwen planned to escape deeper into the ground.

Li Xiuchang advised: "Forget it if you can't find it, don't dig too deep and dig up the old grave of the saint."

Who knew that Wenwen's eyes lit up: "Yes, this turtle hasn't paid homage to the saint's remains yet, no more, I'll go down and have a look!"

"Fuck! Are you serious?"

"Don't mess around, be careful of danger!"

Li Xiuchang hurriedly dissuaded him. Although it is not allowed that there are many good things in the saint's burial objects, such an existence, even if it is dead, there will be magical existence in the remains, and it must not be treated as an ordinary corpse.

What's more, the saint died abnormally.

Maybe he is full of resentment.

But even Chen Changsheng couldn't control Wenwen, let alone Li Xiuchang.

This turtle is a thousand years old and is still in its rebellious period. The more you don't let it do something, the more it will do it.

In the blink of an eye, Wenwen drilled deeper into the ground and disappeared.

Li Xiuchang cursed secretly and could only wait, but after waiting for a while, Wenwen didn't come back.

He was worried, so he had to expand the range of his spiritual sense and explore deep underground to search for the little turtle.

As his spiritual sense expanded, the voice of the great scholar debating scriptures sounded again.

Li Xiuchang could only bear it. As long as he didn't listen for a long time, it wouldn't be a big problem.

His spiritual sense kept exploring downwards, going deeper and deeper from the middle of the mountain to the center of the mountain, and then continued to explore and enter under the mountain.

At this time, the voice of the great scholar debating scriptures suddenly became much clearer and louder!

Li Xiuchang was in a trance. After listening for a moment, he felt that the magic power in his body was ready to move, as if it was about to leave his body to meet something.

He suddenly woke up, horrified, knowing that the situation was beyond his ability to handle, so he decisively sent a message to his two brothers, explaining the situation in the shortest possible words:

"Guilang, come quickly!"

Then he vaguely heard the little turtle's cry.

Li Xiuchang directly sent the blood diamond clone to escape deeper underground to meet the little turtle.

The blood diamond clone had strong defense and could be used as a meat shield, and it also carried some of Li Xiuchang's life-saving trump cards to support.

The blood diamond clone drilled all the way under the mountain, deep in the ground veins, and finally saw Wenwen!

The scene before him shocked him!

Twelve skeletons sitting cross-legged formed a circle, their bones were as bright as jade, emitting a white and smooth luster.

Surrounded by these skeletons was a white-haired old man!

He lay there quietly, with a ruddy luster on his face, as if he was just asleep.

However, black energy continued to emerge from his body, and the whole person seemed to be soaked in black energy.

Saint!

Li Xiuchang recognized at a glance that the old man overlapped with the image of the saint that emerged in his mind.

And the black energy vaguely resembled the original magic power, but it seemed different.

The little turtle Wenwen not far away was like a tortoise who had lost his home, fleeing madly, but black smoke screens appeared from time to time, blocking its way.

Wenwen was extremely afraid of the black smoke screen and did not dare to touch it at all, which also caused it to rush left and right but still stay in the same place.

"Dead turtle, I told you to be wild!" Li Xiuchang finally understood what it felt like when Senior Brother Chen was so angry that he was furious.

I told you not to waste time, but you did. Now, you've got into trouble!

"Xiu Chang, send the enemy a thousand miles away!"

Wen Wen saw Li Xiu Chang and shouted.

Although Li Xiu Chang came as a clone, he could still use his original body's spells normally.

His "Send the enemy a thousand miles away" could always send Wen Wen back to the small cage at No. 32, Donggeng District very stably.

So he didn't hesitate, got closer, raised his hand and fired a "Send the enemy a thousand miles away".

The little turtle took the initiative to take the attack, and even though it was far away, it still hit accurately.

Whoosh!

The little turtle disappeared.

Whoosh!

The little turtle appeared again, but it was in the arms of the saint.

Li Xiu Chang was confused. Why was "Send the enemy a thousand miles away" unstable again this time?

"Send the enemy a thousand miles away" was always effective against the enemy, but it seemed to have never been successful in helping friendly forces escape.

"Fuck! Li Xiu Chang, you are a jerk!"

Wen Wen felt that he and Li Xiu Chang were definitely not compatible.

Every time Li Xiuchang used "Send the Enemy A Thousand Miles Away" on him, it would make him suffer enough!

In the arms of the saint, is this a place for a turtle to stay?

As soon as it appeared, the black energy in the saint's body spontaneously surged out and entangled it.

Wenwen felt a chill on his back, and at this moment, the saint who seemed to be sleeping suddenly opened his eyes!

There was no spirit in his eyes, only a deepness that could not be seen at a glance.

Then, the saint raised his hand and grabbed the little turtle on his chest!

Wenwen was so scared that his soul was about to die, and he gritted his teeth and turned into a shadow and rushed out.

However, it was already in a state of no shell at this time, and its shell had been grasped by the saint.

The golden turtle sheds its shell, this is its ultimate escape trump card!

"Go!"

Li Xiuchang's main body also came to respond, took a deep breath, exhaled, and blew up a strong wind, blowing away the black smoke blocking the road.

The blood diamond clone pulled Wenwen up.

The little turtle looked back at its shell reluctantly, and now it was held in the hand of the saint.

It had been a thousand-year-old turtle shell, and it had already developed feelings!

But at this moment, the saint suddenly flew up and pounced on the fleeing blood diamond clone.

Li Xiuchang and Wenwen were so scared that they were like two Buddhas ascending to heaven together - my life is over!

Li Xiuchang was so angry that he slapped Wenwen's shellless and bare buttocks twice!

This turtle has misled me!

In a hurry, Wenwen raised his hand and planned to use "Send the Enemy A Thousand Miles" to send the saint away.

Its Send the Enemy A Thousand Miles is the normal version, which can randomly teleport the target to a place.

Li Xiuchang hurriedly stopped him and prepared to try the "Blood Escape Technique". Its blood diamond clone is proficient in blood magic spells, and the blood escape technique is the unified life-saving trump card of the blood magic cultivator.

As for using "Send the Enemy A Thousand Miles" on the saint, if it fails, it will be fine. But if it succeeds and sends the saint to the outside world, how big a mess will it cause?

It may not be resolved by then!

But at this moment, the twelve skeletons around suddenly burst out with strong righteousness, and twelve invisible chains stretched out from the skeletons, firmly restraining the saint.

The saint was bound by the twelve chains, roaring like a beast, but he could not break free, and could only watch Li Xiuchang and Wenwen flee far away.

Li Xiuchang also saved the use of blood escape technique.

At this time, two figures fell from above, and they were the two senior brothers Zhang Wanzhi and Chen Changsheng.

Li Xiuchang immediately felt a lot more at ease.

The two senior brothers looked down from a distance, without saying much, and immediately took Li Xiuchang out of the underground.

The group returned to the ground.

Wenwen lost the tortoise shell that had accompanied him for thousands of years, and seemed a little unhappy.

Li Xiuchang was still in shock, and said, "There is a saint suppressed below!"

Chen Changsheng said with a serious face, "It is a dead saint."

Dead?

Li Xiuchang was not surprised. He saw that the saint's condition was not right just now.

And the saint was once a good man who saved hundreds of millions of people in the demon-suppressing world. It does not match his current image of a black aura. Obviously, something is wrong.

"Could the saint be the legendary sealed terrifying existence?" Li Xiuchang realized it a little later.

"Yes and no."

Zhang Wan knew: "Before the saint came to this world, this place was occupied by monsters. The source of the birth of monsters is the real problem of this world."

Chen Changsheng sighed: "The saint should have tried to solve the problems of this world, but failed in the end. Not only did he die, but his body was also polluted. Judging from his condition, it should be that the original magic power entered his body and merged with the righteousness in his body."

The Confucian noble spirit is naturally restrained by the magic, but even so, it is still powerless to resist the fusion and annexation of the original magic.

It can only be said that even the noble spirit of the saint has not reached the level of the original magic.

The sealed body of the saint can certainly be called a "terrifying existence". Once released, it will inevitably set off a bloody storm and may even threaten the upper world.

But it is obvious that the saint is not the source of the problems in this world. Even if the saint's remains are destroyed, the abnormalities in this world will not disappear.

Behind the saint, there is a greater crisis!

Chen Changsheng and Zhang Wanzhi took out the murals and texts they collected respectively, and Li Xiuchang also took out what he collected. The three of them pieced together and made the context of the whole incident clearer.

They found a total of nine wordless monuments and searched for some mural fragments nearby.

The pictures and texts on the fragments recorded various things about the saint from the perspective of the twelve disciples under the saint's seat.

Between the lines, we can see the admiration of the twelve sub-sages for the saint.

There was a fragment of a mural, and the information recorded on it shocked Li Xiuchang.

"Could it be that the death of the saint will lead to the collapse of Confucianism and Taoism? This is not a rumor, but a fact?"

Normally, even if the saint died, Confucianism and Taoism would not be shaken.

But the text on the mural shows that the saint did not root the origin of the Tao in the origin world, but chose to integrate it into himself!

Became the source of everything in Confucianism and Taoism!

"The saint... is so confident!" Li Xiuchang did not expect that there would be such an operation.

"Or, it is such a big ambition!" Chen Changsheng shook his head, "If this road succeeds, he can be comparable to the Taoist ancestor, but if it fails, he will drag down the Confucianists of the world."

All the ways in the world enter the origin.

But the Confucian saint chose not to root Confucianism and Taoism in the origin, and took himself as the source of Confucianism and Taoism.

Is this to leave this world and reopen the origin of a new world?

As Chen Changsheng said, this is a risky move. The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. If it succeeds, he will be the ancestor of all ways like the Taoist ancestor. If it fails, he will drag the Confucianists of the world to be buried together.

The result is obvious, the saint failed!