Chapter 670: Wang Tong's death

Mountain forest
Zhang Bairen walked slowly, looking relaxed at the surrounding scenery.
Suddenly a golden condor swept across the jungle, causing a forest to be silent and silent.
The flapping wings of Qiao Yingzi landed on Zhang Bairen's shoulders, and Zhang Bairen's expression became solemn looking at the letter box on Qiaoyingzi's legs.
Take down the letter and slowly unfold it. The next moment Zhang Bairen's complexion changes wildly, his figure is shaky, his face is pale: "The Great Confucian King Tongtian is approaching, please go and talk!"
Taking a deep breath, and steadying his slightly swaying body, Zhang Bairen suddenly jumped, and the mountains and rivers kept retreating under his feet. Wang Tongming was fine, how could his life span suddenly be approaching?
But half a day, Zhang Bairen came to Changbai Mountain.
Since the emergence of papermaking, Wang Tong has come to Changbai Mountain to teach with peace of mind, hoping to carry forward the orthodox Confucianism. He never thought that his life span would be near!
"Yashang Academy" was standing in front of the antique door, Zhang Bairenfa opened his eyes and could see the crumbling air in the sky.
If Wang Tong died, it would be a huge blow to the court or the family.
"But the chief governor has arrived?" The two schoolboys in front of the Yashang Academy looked around and hurriedly greeted Zhang Bairen after seeing Zhang Bairen.
"It is the capital governor" Zhang Bairen nodded.
"Mister ordered that, when the governor came, he went straight in. Mr. waited for the governor for a long time." The door boy lowered his voice, his voice was low.
Slowly stepping into the door, rubbed the boy's head: "Don't worry, the sky can't fall!"
"Sir, the governor is here!"
After walking through the buildings, the book boy said to the door of the house.
"Hurry up, please come in" Wang Tong's voice came from the room.
The door of the room opened, and Wang Tong was sitting at the desk, slowly writing something.
"Sir" Zhang Bairen saluted.
"Sit down!" Wang Tong smiled on his face.
Zhang Bairen looked at Wang Tong, his skin was full of vitality and blood, and he didn't see the slightest aging appearance, but he was already close to life. This was the awe-inspiring power of Confucianism.
"Don't have to look like this, birth, old age, sickness and death are human nature." Wang Tong put down his pen, slowly rolled up the paper in his hand, and put it in a jade box: "This is the reincarnation of heaven!"
"In retrospect, I have known my husband for more than 20 years without knowing it. At the beginning, Da Sui was able to reverse the situation and turned the tide thanks to the support of Confucianism led by Mr." Zhang Bairen expressed a touch of emotion.
"You follow me" Wang Tong led Zhang Bairen out of the yard and came to a bonfire, which was the remnant of the bonfire. Pieces of tortoise shells shattered on the bonfire: "I am Wen Tiannian on behalf of the Sui Dynasty, and the age of the Sui Dynasty is approaching! Invincible is fate! Even the ancient gods have to succumb under the power of fate."
"Unfortunately, I harmed the Confucianism and dragged the Confucianism into the muddy water. I'm sorry, sir." Zhang Bairen looked at the mottled turtle shell with blood stains on it, and Wang Tong was beaten back by heaven.
"Wrong!" Wang Tong corrected seriously: "You are not sorry for Confucianism. With papermaking and printing, even if the dynasty changes, my Confucianism will continue to prosper. This is the foundation of my Confucianism for generations. You can afford it. The name of the Confucian sub-sage master!"
Speaking of this, Wang Tong sighed slightly: "It's a pity that Confucianism can't give you more help and support. The road ahead depends on you. There is no hope for Da Sui. You should wash your hands early."
Zhang Bairen heard the words silently, and after a while, he said: "My fate is from the heavens, to the Daoyang God, I have already peeped into the doorway, as long as I set foot on the Daoyang God, no one can destroy Da Sui."
"The Great Sui does not perish, you will never be able to step into the Daoyang God!" Wang Tong hit the nail on the head: "No one can tamper with the fate, the Great Sui will not perish, and the will of heaven in the dark will not give you a chance to break through. Perish is when you break through. Only when you break through the realm can you ask the heavens: Is it my fate?"
Wang Tong's words, Zhang Bairen was struck by lightning, his body was stiff, his eyes were full of disbelief, which he had never considered.
"If Da Sui does not perish, he will not be able to break through to Daoyang God, and he will not be able to live forever? What should I do?" Zhang Bairen's face gradually paled.
"Oh" Wang Tong looked at the sun in the sky and returned to the house: "This picture will be given to you. This is the hard work of the old man in his life."
Wang Tong passed the jade box written before, Zhang Bairen took the jade box, and suddenly turned over his palm, a drop of red burning blood appeared in front of Wang Tong's eyes, like a flying phoenix.
"Sir, do you know what this is?" Zhang Bairen stared at Wang Tong with a pair of eyes.
"Phoenix blood! I didn't expect that the phoenix blood was really in your hands!" Wang Tong was stunned.
"A drop of phoenix blood lasts at least a thousand years of life. My husband is approaching his life expectancy, but he happened to meet me. He deserves to have a relationship with this drop of phoenix blood" Zhang Bairen stared at Wang Tong firmly.
Wang Tong laughed: "Forget it, life is fixed by nature, so why should I go against the sky? Thank you for your kindness, phoenix blood is not necessary. It is enough for a person to live for a lifetime. What's the point of living so long?"
This time it was Zhang Bairen's turn to be stunned. He didn't expect that there would be people in this world who could resist the temptation of Phoenix Blood.
"Sir..." Zhang Bairen couldn't believe it.
Wang Tong shook his head: "Come, talk to me and walk through the last journey."
Wang Tong motioned Zhang Bairen to sit down and looked at the books full of the room. Wang Tongdao: "I have been learning all my life and have long understood the fate of heaven. Although the cycle of life and death is impermanent, it is just a new beginning for me."
"Mr. So high level" Zhang Bairen praised.
"The realm is not necessarily high, just peeking at a corner of the world" Wang Tong smiled and poured a cup of hot tea with Zhang Bairen: "What are you going to do with Da Sui?"
"In the Great Sui Dynasty, the powers of the world will rise together, and foreign races outside the Great Wall will inevitably enter the barrier. It is the people who suffer. As a cultivator, I will naturally save the people of the world from fire and water." Zhang Bairen's eyes glittered.
Listening to Zhang Bairen's words, Wang Tong slowly drank a cup of tea: "It is the blessing of the people of the world to have the governor. It is a pity that your majesty is not blessed, and a good game of chess actually collapsed."
After speaking for a while, Wang Tong looked calm and stood up slowly: "The Governor will wait!"
Wang Tong went to the back hall, began to take a bath, and dressed meticulously. He came to the front hall again and looked at Zhang Bairen with a smile: "Captain, see you in the next life!"
"Mr. knows the destiny!" A trace of sadness flashed in Zhang Bairen's eyes.
"The majesty of the sky, I am prosperous! I hope that the governor will give me more support to Confucianism. I see that the governor’s heavenly gate is shining into the sky. I have already exceeded the limit of life. Obviously, it has broken the threshold of the most important way. If you can't really break through to the Dao, the governor needs a good living plan!"
After speaking, Wang Tong walked into the coffin calmly, then closed his eyes and made no sound.
"Sir!" Zhang Bairen held the coffin with his palm.
"boom!"
The mighty light that pierced the sky dissipated, and countless monks in the world looked at them, all of them changed in amazement. Countless Confucian students screamed in sorrow and shouted: "Sir!"
Wang Tong is dead!
Looking at Wang Tong with a calm complexion, Zhang Bairen only knew that there are people in this world who can face life and death calmly, without greed for longevity.
"Mr!"
Countless teachers in the college walked into the room one after another, tears in their eyes.
"Mister has been learning all his life, and he doesn't like luxury, so just hide it like this!" Zhang Bairen took a deep breath and said.
Hearing this ~EbookFREE.me~, a group of disciples began to handle the funeral.
Confucian students from all over the world came to express their condolences. Zhang Bairen stayed in the academy for seven days. After Wang Tong was buried, he prepared his journey and thought about the affairs of the Sui Dynasty.
"If the Great Sui is not dead, I can't step into the Dao!" Standing on the back hill of the academy, looking at the lush woods, Zhang Bairen's mind has been echoing this idea.
On one side is the survival of the Great Sui, without hundreds of people suffering, on the other side is the Daoyang God, who will live forever. What did Taoism do? It is not for the sake of longevity. Both of them are beliefs in their hearts. Once the two conflicts and collapse, it will be a fatal blow to Zhang Bairen.
Many people have a clear answer to this question whether we want to live for a long time or see peace in the world. I'll look at it for a long time. Who cares about the life and death of those ants? The most ruthless and stupid, the people too!
"Mr. gave me a big problem!"
"I don't believe it! I must break through!"
ps: The fourth update today.