The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Chapter 2083 "Three Gifts to the Wandering Son of Liushan"

Mr. and Mrs. Liu were stunned.

After a breath, Liu Laoshi let out a shrill cry and rushed out of the house.

"mother……"

Liu Laoshi pressed the edge of the well and looked down. He saw Liu's mother lying on her back with her eyes closed and her face peaceful as she sank into the water.

"mother!"

Liu Laoshi jumped into the well suddenly.

Plop!

Liu's mind went blank, and then she rushed to the well frantically, about to send the bucket and rope down the well to save people, but her foot slipped and the bucket and rope fell into the well, and she fell into the well herself.

Plop!

All three members of the family fell into the water.

Liu Laoshi was holding on to the wall of the well with one hand and his dying mother with the other hand, while Mrs. Liu was holding on to the wall of the well.

"Help..." Ms. Liu yelled at the entrance of the well, yelling and cursing, "It's all this old man's fault. She will die if she dies, and you will implicate me! You loser, if she dies, why do you follow me?" Die! I..."

Mrs. Liu suddenly shut up because she found that her husband's eyes were dark, as if hiding endless anger, sadness and sorrow, as well as unconcealable disappointment and despair.

Ms. Liu's heart trembled and she felt that she had done something wrong. However, she had a stubborn personality and could not bow to her husband.

"I'm leaving."

Liu Laoshi finished speaking slowly, and then he held his dying mother and sank into the water.

Mrs. Liu burst into tears and grabbed her husband hard to lift him up. At the same time, she cried: "I was wrong! I was wrong! Don't die, don't die! I will never give up my money again." Send it to your mother's family. I will never scold you again. I will never scold my mother again. From now on, I will treat my mother well. Don't die, don't die... Wuwu..."

Liu Laoshi and his mother sank completely into the water.

The water splashed lightly, but it was deathly silent.

The moss on the well wall is dark green, the well water is quiet, and the black hair is floating.

Mrs. Liu stared blankly under the water, her eyes dull.

Suddenly, a strong wind blew at the wellhead, and the manhole cover fell on the wellhead, covering the well.

It was pitch black.

"ah……"

Many strange things happen all over the human race.

At this time, Liu Shan in the palace held two poem pages in his hands and looked at Fang Yun without fear.

Fang Yun lowered his head and continued writing.

Three Gifts from Liushan Wanderer's Song

The thread in a loving mother's hand, the clothes on a wanderer's body.

Before leaving, I was afraid of returning late.

Whoever speaks of an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring light.

Fang Yun didn't use Fenbijishu, so he didn't write very fast.

Fang Yun wrote a word, and those present looked at it, and a loving mother could not help but appear in front of their eyes, holding a line and rushing to make clothes for her son who was about to travel far away. The mother sewed carefully, fearing that the sewing would not be strong enough and her son would be out for too long and the clothes would be damaged.

Who dares to say that a filial piety as weak as a grass can repay a mother's kindness as great as the spring sun nurturing all things?

The poem is completed, the talent rises, and the four feet three rule the country!

Visions come together.

The fragrance of ink spreads for ten miles, and sadness spreads under the dark clouds.

Thousands of miles of love.

The dark clouds in the sky sounded a voice similar to Fang Yun, conveying this poem. The dark clouds covered Panorama Country, and the sound of the poem spread throughout the twenty states.

After listening to this affectionate poem about subjugating the country, many people had red eyes and many shed tears.

In the lonely boat, on the city tower, in the carriage, and on the river bank, countless people from far away shed tears silently, and then burst into tears.

Jiang Hechuan wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with his sleeves and said: "If 'having a son at this time is worse than having none' is the first line of chanting about mother, then this "Wandering Son's Song" is the first poem about mother. The feeling of this poem is filial piety. Touching the sky.”

Chen Zhixu sighed and said: "The thread in my mother's hand is connected with love for thousands of miles, and a needle between her fingers can penetrate for twenty years."

"The first four lines of the poem are like a painting, without a single word of emotion or a word of thought, but the love is deep and profound, the needle taps into the heart, and the thread wraps around the heart."

"A mother's kindness is like the sunshine, nurturing all things, her filial piety is like the green grass, it is just right, it is just right, no poem can beat it."

Many readers commented on this poem with red eyes and tears. Some officials even covered their faces and cried silently. No matter how hard they wiped, they could not wipe away the tears.

"Mother..." The young man Jingjun couldn't sit still anymore and rushed into the curtain crying, kneeling in front of the Queen Mother and sobbing softly.

The Queen Mother and the maids lowered their heads to wipe their tears.

Fang Yun's eyes turned red, he put away his pen and slowly raised his head to look at Liu Shan.

The sky shook.

Everyone felt as if endless divine thunder exploded in the sky, and then a great power slowly descended.

Everyone released their spiritual thoughts and looked directly above the palace.

The dark clouds split open, and endless holy light poured out from the cracks, dozens of times more intense than the midday sun.

The cracks in the dark clouds became larger and larger, and the light became wider and wider. Finally, everyone saw that where the light converged, a wordless and colorless monument emerged.

No one could clearly see the specific shape of the monument, no one could clearly see the color of the monument, and no one could clearly see the inscription on the monument. It seemed that it was not a force that existed in the world, and was not a physical object.

Monument of filial piety to ancestors.

The supreme power of Confucianism, which represents filial piety, appears.

The moment they saw the Monument of Honoring the Ancestors, everyone finally understood that the power above the dark clouds was not summoning the "Book of Filial Piety" or Zeng Zi's thoughts, but calling the Monument of Honoring the Ancestors.

The filial piety to the ancestors monument is rarely seen among the human race, because the filial piety to the ancestors monument not only represents the love for the parents, but also the love for the ancestors' blood. It is the context of the human race's spirit, the source of the human race's blood, and the true belief. The delusions of fools are not the will of evil gods.

The left ministers looked at the monument of filial piety to their ancestors and wanted to cry but had no tears.

Now there is finally good news. This has nothing to do with Zengzi's thoughts. The Zeng family, Zisizi family and Meng family will not take action.

The bad news is that the filial piety monument is a holy treasure of the same level as the Great Xia Nine Cauldrons. At that time, Fang Yun summoned the Great Xia Nine Cauldrons with a shocking "Yueyang Tower Record" to resist the holy power of Jiao Sheng, which exceeded the ordinary semi-saint literary treasure.

And the worse news is that Zong Sheng attacked Zengzi's thoughts and offended three families, but if he attacked the filial piety monument, he would most likely offend half of the holy families of the human race.

In ancient legends, after every human died, a part of his soul merged into the filial piety monument. As long as he regarded himself as a human, he would enter it and become an invisible force to protect the human race and prevent the evil gods and evil beliefs from the outside world from tainting the human race's beliefs.

If the filial piety monument is destroyed, the human race may have great power, but if they give up the spiritual inheritance, they will become zombies and slaves of monsters and barbarians.

The filial piety monument is not a god or a saint, but a real spiritual trace left by everyone in the world.

However, many people found that the anxiety on Liu Shan's face disappeared, replaced by calmness.

Everyone noticed the change in Liu Shan's expression, and some people secretly said it was not good.

Indeed, the ancestor saint would not attack the filial piety monument, but the ancestor saint could completely protect Liu Shan with the power of the holy way and the holy way treasure. After all, the filial piety monument would not attack a university scholar at all costs, and the real punishment would be limited.

A faint smile appeared on the face of the left prime minister's party.

In the court, the hearts of many scholars sank deeply.

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