Journey to the West: Confucian Supreme

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Chapter 130 A minions appeared

Therefore, Bai Ziyun did not need to suppress his cultivation in order to cover the eyes and ears of the saint, that was not necessary.

Outside of the saints, such as Buddha and the like, even if it will attract their attention, Bai Ziyun will not care too much.

Even so, Bai Ziyun did not intend to be too sensational, pretending to be cool for a while, but the bitter fruit of unstable foundation had to be swallowed by himself.

Bai Ziyun looked up at the sky and smiled slightly, not suppressing his breath.

It burst suddenly, and the momentum erupted in an instant, making the three virgins suddenly feel suffocated.

Although the aura was rising, Bai Ziyun knew that this was not enough to hit the bottleneck.

“I am the ancestor of Wen, when I am a Daoist ruler, and the merits of qi and luck are all with me.” Bai Ziyun suddenly shouted, as if giving an order to something.

A mysterious aura suddenly shrouded around Bai Ziyun, obviously in front of him, the three virgins did not feel Bai Ziyun’s existence at all.

In Bai Ziyun’s spiritual world, the treasure book seemed to have heard the order, and the brilliance was prosperous.

A milky white mist rises, and the mist is like a spirit, winding ~ over the treasure book.

Suddenly, there was a faint shape, faintly like a human figure, and the figure was like Bai Ziyun.

Bai Ziyun’s eyes lit up, and he said that to improve the realm is to improve the realm, and it is by no means just talk.

It relies on the power of luck and relies on the entire Daoist system.

The resources of the entire Dao system can be infinitely grabbed by Bai Ziyun, and this kind of worship is enough to support a person to the extreme of talent.

Although the Wendao is small now, it is also beginning to take shape, and for this time, it has been accumulating merit and luck.

A large part of the seeds of Wendao that Bai Ziyun sprinkled in Chaozhou City have already blossomed, but most of them are dull.

There is no spiritual awakening seed, but only the seed is nourished with the Haoshou Sutra pierced with drops and stones.

Although most people are not highly talented, those who can come to worship the Temple of Literature are people with perseverance.

With such accumulation, there are already people’s Wendao seeds blossoming and bearing fruit, and they begin to produce the power of qi luck, feeding back the Wendao Treasure Book, that is, Bai Ziyun here.

This is also the credit of Han Yu, he is in Chaozhou City, day and night to supervise the follow-up of cultural and educational affairs, Bai Ziyun gave him the permission method to wield the seeds of Wendao, in order to cultivate more Wendao disciples.

Most of them may be unknown, unable to awaken the seeds of Wendao and embark on the path of cultivation for the rest of their lives, but every article they have written and every poem they have read will eventually turn into wisps of talent and increase luck for the entire Wendao.

Bai Ziyun slowly raised his hands, although there was nothing, Bai Ziyun could feel that it was the dedication of countless scholars.

Bai Ziyun used Wen Zu’s power for the first time, feeling that there were readers in the world, and slowly said: “Who is the scholar of Confucianism?” Wen Yi said. Self-cultivation is the world. ”

Even if you do nothing in your life, if you can hear Confucianism, not be deceived by evil worship, and get temporary clarity, then it is enough, enough.

No one wants to be treated as a fool to live their lives, but unfortunately, Taoism emphasizes root bones, Buddhism emphasizes the law of fate, and the world can only succumb to the identity of ordinary people, and can only promise for a lifetime, looking at the world in front of them.

But reading is something that any parent knows, but unfortunately, even if you understand the truth and know right and wrong after reading, you are helpless.

Because it is not possible to change when you understand it, and the emergence of Wendao has given the scholars without the power of chickens a chance to change.

“Vin, Wen Zu?” A young scholar in a confucian shirt was holding a book and sitting at the table, seemingly about to study hard, when he suddenly felt something calling.

I don’t know how many times the scholar has washed his Confucian shirt, although it is a little white, but it is clean and sharp.

“Who is a Confucian learner? Wen Yi said. Self-cultivation is the world. A deafening voice chiseled these four sentences into the hearts of scholars.

The scholar only felt that Daigo was empowered, his lips were white, and sweat appeared in the corners of his forehead, almost obsessively reciting these four sentences: “Who is the student of Confucianism?” Wen Yi said. Self-cultivation is the world. ”

This almost solved the doubts in his heart at once, and he never understood why he wanted to learn Confucianism, and there was no prospect of being promoted to become rich, and it seemed that he had always been an inertia for a poor scholar like himself.

And the four sentences read out by that mysterious voice today made him suddenly cheerful, it turns out that this is what he has been pursuing?

Yes, when you are weak, you can cultivate yourself, when you are strong, you will benefit the world.

A satisfied smile appeared at the corner of the young and poor scholar’s mouth, although he was still poor, but after today, he seemed to know how to go.

In the young scholar’s body, a cyan seed emitted a shimmering light, quietly hatched in an unknown place, turning into a blue lotus.

Qinglian instantly completed the process of budding and growing, and on the turquoise leaves, a little brilliance exuded, blending into the flesh and blood of the scholars, and in his mind.

After experiencing a brief period of confusion, the scholar’s eyes said with some hesitation: “The gift of Wen Zu.” Text, the law of literary cultivation? ”

In this process, the scholar’s body rose up and mist, and invisibly disappeared, becoming a part of the luck of the treasure book Chinese Dao, and the name of the scholar was also quietly recorded in the Wen Dao treasure book.

An old man wearing a brocade robe who was frowning and holding a book of music seemed to be a little tired, raised his head and pinched the corner of his eyebrow.

I accidentally saw those Confucian masterpieces on the precious sandalwood bookshelf, and sighed secretly, I used to have a lot of blood when I was young, and I was often attracted by the world in which everyone can be holy, but now I don’t know how long I haven’t read them.

The old man smiled bitterly, let’s finish reading the twists and turns at hand first, decades of entanglement of interests have long cooled the old man’s blood.

It seemed that there was a hallucination, and the old man seemed to hear a voice in his ears, and after listening carefully, the old man suddenly got up, and his eyes flashed with excitement.

It was a huge voice, and what he said was not the words of the Buddha and Dao who pretended to be ghosts, but it was very much in line with the old man’s heart.

“I am the ancestor of Wen, when I am a Daoist and the merit of luck, all follow me.

Who are the students of Confucianism? Wen Yi said. Self-cultivation is the world. ”

The old man was a little unimpressed when he first heard the first sentence, but the second sentence made his heart surging.

Yes, why do you want to learn Confucianism, I was holding the idea of creating a world of great harmony.

He is an official who has done everything all his life, and he despises those monks and Taoists who are foolish the most, what use can he have except to loot the people’s fat and anoint the people, make the people give up hope, and accept their lives in vain.

Don’t learn from those Buddha gods and immortals, blindly passively avoid the world, that is not leisurely, but escape. _

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