The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Chapter 2284 If you don’t know life, how can you know death?

Fang Yun stared inside, motionless.

The auras of the living races are indeed growing. This cannot be deceived. The realm and power can be pretended to be low, but it is most difficult to forcibly improve them.

However, there is no such thing as a free lunch. If you can understand the holy way with just one finger, what else is there to practice?

However, if this finger is the power left by the great ancestor and contains the thoughts of the great road, if one can understand it, it would not be too miraculous to be promoted to the holy position.

What feels strange to Fang Yun is that if this is a trap, then why are the dead enlightened practitioners shown?

If it wasn't a trap, why did the previous enlightenment practitioners die here? Is there a price to pay for just meditating on the holy path?

There is a treasure in front of you, but Fang Yun is hesitant.

If this finger is really a treasure, Fang Yun has no intention of forcing it. He only needs to understand some holy ways, such as the power of decay, whose usefulness is unimaginable.

However, as a scholar who is familiar with the classics of the saints, Fang Yun always feels that something in it is contrary to what he has learned and knows, and there is always something weird about it.

"There is a treasure ahead, take it or leave it?"

Fang Yun lowered his head and pondered, with countless thoughts appearing in his mind.

Suddenly, Fang Yun took out an ordinary mirror from the sea shell, looked inside, and turned to look at the mirror at the same time.

In the mirror, the treasure pavilion is still magnificent, full of gold and jade. The fingers are there, the statues are there, and the living enlightenment practitioners are there.

The dead enlightened person disappeared from the mirror.

Fang Yun laughed loudly, turned around and left, unusually free and easy.

"A monster, a monster, a little trick!"

Behind Fang Yun, the treasure pavilion suddenly surged with aura of auspiciousness, and the divine light suddenly subsided. However, a strange aura escaped from the treasure pavilion and spread silently.

Fang Yun didn't even look back and walked away.

"Sometimes, seeing things too truly and thoroughly may not be a blessing."

"But it's better than never seeing it through."

Fang Yun thought to himself and continued to move forward.

The ancient divine treasure pavilion was extremely monotonous. The deeper he went, the more Fang Yun felt that the rumors were correct. This was definitely a place where a big shot kept treasures. It had no life at all, and it looked like a storage room that had been enlarged countless times. .

Fang Yun glanced at the wall from time to time, and even suspected that the treasures in the treasure pavilion were only a small part, and the real treasures were sealed in the wall that could neither be seen nor felt.

Time passed quickly, and Fang Yun did not encounter the second treasure pavilion for a long time. Fang Yun was not impatient, but felt that he was wasting time.

This kind of dangerous place is not suitable for multitasking, and both mental thoughts must be used for warning.

However, this Ancient Divine Treasure Pavilion is too dark and closed, too monotonous and silent.

Soon, Fang Yun felt a vague force affecting him, like invisible and irritating thoughts, constantly entangled in his mind.

Fang Yun slowly stopped and recited the scriptures of the saints silently. The strange thoughts disappeared, but as soon as he stopped chanting, that feeling would come to his mind again.

To the mind, that power is like everything in front of you is filled with dust, as if there is clearly visible dust on the surface of people, objects, food, and scenery.

"Is this a restless mind or an intrusion from external objects?"

Fang Yun couldn't distinguish the source of this power, because this feeling was familiar. Back then, if he stayed at home alone for a long time without exercising for a long time, he would feel helpless and irritable for no reason, similar to depression. The theory is that if you don’t exercise, the lactic acid accumulated in your body cannot be excreted. In short, it is caused by your own problems.

"Is this feeling really an illusion? Is it real or imaginary?"

When Fang Yun's thoughts reached this point, his heart was shaken. Only then did I realize that I could no longer tell whether I was lost or if everything was business as usual.

Fang Yunshen looked at Wen Dan in the Wen Palace as usual, but why did he feel this way in his heart? Why can't I find the reason for my emotional turmoil?

Does it come from within, or from outside?

Is it a metaphysical cause or a metaphysical cause?

Fang Yun immediately used medical methods to diagnose and treat himself, but it was of no use, indicating that this was not a disease of depression, qi, or melancholy.

Fang Yun slowed down and continued to move forward, but he kept thinking in his heart.

I don't know how long it took, Fang Yun looked at Wen Gong again with his spiritual mind, with a look of surprise on his face.

On top of the literary courage, there is actually a little bit of dust.

Fang Yun stopped in place, inexplicably shocked.

"What did I do?"

The dust is very small and very few, and can be brushed away in a few hours by reciting the holy scriptures.

"But...where do the dust come from?"

"Is this dust caused by external forces, or is it already dusty inside me without realizing it?"

Fang Yun felt a trace of panic in his heart. This panic was extremely subtle, but unprecedented.

Over the years, Fang Yun has gone through many hardships. No matter how unstable his mind is, it can be solved by reciting the scriptures of the saints. But now that he has clearly recited the scriptures of the saints and is obviously thinking of a solution, why is it silently covered in dust?

Fang Yun couldn't figure it out.

Lines of text flashed in Fang Yun's mind, all of which were from the scriptures of the saints, but Fang Yun still couldn't figure it out.

"My writing of "New Annotations on the Four Books" has reached the limit of great Confucianism. Even the scriptures annotated by Yi Zhishi are no more than this. Why can't I solve the confusion in my heart? Is it because my state of mind is not enough, or is my "New Annotations on the Four Books" deviated from the holy way? ? Is it because I have become a Confucian heretic that the reason why "New Commentary on the Analects of Confucius" did not appear was because it was written?

"Where did I go wrong?"

"Is it that my annotations to the scriptures are wrong, or is it that I have misunderstood the holy scriptures and even the holy way?"

"I have read all the annotations of each classic carefully. Have I read too many books and read too many things? Or can't I distinguish right from wrong? Could it be that the annotations I thought were wrong before are actually correct?"

"Or, I have taken a different approach and created new annotations, which is actually a deviation from the holy way? I should follow the footsteps of my predecessors and not be a bit overstepping?"

Fang Yun was getting more and more panicked.

"Could it be that the books I read before have not become my own knowledge, not stored in myself, not completely belong to me, but are just part of the world of strange books?"

"I have done something wrong and committed a crime, and the heavens are beginning to punish me? Even Confucius dared not offend the heavens!"

Fang Yun's heart was agitated, and his mind looked at Wendan again, and he was covered with more dust.

Fang Yun's mind flashed with those dusty scholars, some of whom were suppressed by his poems, some of whom fainted outside Yueyang Tower. He also heard that the scholars in Qing State had their literary courage dusty or even shattered, and a great fear arose in his heart.

"Will my literary courage also be shattered? Will I die here?"

Fang Yun only felt that the world was dark, and his eyes could no longer see the way forward. The entire Ancient God Treasure Pavilion was shrouded in darkness.

Fang Yun felt that his Wen Palace was shaking.

"Am I going to die after all..."

Fang Yun's eyes gradually became dim.

However, inside the Wen Palace, on the chest of the statue, there was a ball of flame that was almost completely transparent. Although it was like a candle in the wind, it was erratic, but it emitted a little spiritual light.

The miniature Wenquxing did not move, the Wen Palace Panlong did not move, and even the Wendan did not move. The Wen Palace fire, which had no effect after becoming a great scholar, emitted the last warmth and light.

"If you don't know life, how can you know death?"

"If you don't know life, how can you know death!"

Fang Yun's mind was shocked, and his eyes gradually brightened.