Vol 2 Chapter 805: 2 Who is higher than the hole?

Master Manuscript...
Zeng San's eyes moved, clear reflections of the youth in front of him: "All magical powers do not fall into words, and the master's manuscript is based on his old man's principles and principles, which may disappoint Mr. An."
Confucianism is committed to spreading knowledge. However, the master's handwriting is not only a handwriting, but also one of the symbols of Confucianism.
In a sense, it can be regarded as the treasure of Confucianism.
Although he has a good opinion of the person in front of him and does not know the basis, it is impossible to ask him to read the master's handwriting as soon as he meets.
This was declined.
"Confucianism is not the way to be born in the world. Since the inheritance, the classics of the scholars have been widely circulated, and you should not care about others' views."
Zeng San’s refusal was taken for granted, and An Qisheng was not surprised. Zeng San frowned before then said:
I have no other magical powers since the enlightenment of the Bodhi tree. I have only gained enlightenment. All the gains will remain in Zeng Lao, and will not take away the slightest."
Dixian Dao, or the more people behind him didn't want him to know, the more curious An Qisheng was.
In Sun Yushen, Yuanmou had nothing to gain, and the only thing he could expect was those masters who had been banned for years and still had a reputation.
Confucian Confucianism is one of them.
"Bodhi?"
Zeng San's brows stretched, and the Yaozu's body is quite important to the Yaozu. The person in front of him can speak of his body, which is obviously sincere.
"It's just the so-called enlightenment, what kind of supernatural powers? With this supernatural power, you can get something, is it exaggerated?"
Zeng San looked at An Qisheng with a touch of curiosity.
After the battle of Emperor Fenghuang, the emperor passed the heavens and broke the way of becoming gods. The inheritance of all sects and families was cut off. He has been pursuing it for two hundred years and has not achieved anything.
Can you get something with just one magical power?
"A glimpse can get the whole picture. The so-called enlightenment is to realize from the scriptures left by the sages the supernatural powers, exercises, and principles that they once practiced."
An Qisheng concealed it, but did not intentionally conceal it.
There are many magical powers in the world, and there may not be any magical powers similar to the classics of dreaming people, but he can't explain it because of the person behind the scenes.
It is very possible to have a deep understanding of oneself, or the magical powers of Taoyi, and beware.
An Qisheng has already noticed this.
"Is there such a magical power?"
Zeng San was a little surprised, he had never heard of such supernatural powers.
But if he lied, wouldn't it be extremely easy to be exposed?
After thinking slightly, he took out a yellowed ancient scroll from his arms and handed it to An Qisheng: "This is a handwritten script left by a great Confucian scholar of mine. Please also Mr. An to show this magical power."
This is a yellowed ancient scroll. The materials used are obviously excellent, and the storage is also excellent, but after a long period of time, the writing on it is still clear, but the surface is inevitably yellow.
"This is natural."
An Qisheng smiled slightly, and the moment he took the ancient scroll, there was a faint light in the depths of his eyes.
Hum~
In an instant, waves were already in his mind, ripples appeared on the high-hanging mirror, and many words circled and rotated around each other as if they had come to life.
Actually sketched out a picture from scratch.
Phoo~
A touch of divine will seems to break through a thin film.
Countless pictures flowed past like water in my heart, and immediately freeze.
Old houses, old trees, blue lights...
From far and near, from big to small, it seems that a long time has passed, An Qisheng's eyes fell in this ancient house.
Among the dimly lit lights, an old man was struggling to write, sometimes accompanied by a light cough.
"...Emperor Jue Tiantong, ten thousand ways are not happy...the people are fighting against the monsters, the war is spreading, and the people are not living...Sigh, pursue the truth of the unreached master in a lifetime, sigh, struggle for a lifetime, Difficulty in peace..."
"The Tao is free and easy, the Buddha cultivates oneself, where is my Confucian Tao? Master, the disciple is incompetent, it is difficult to carry on the mantle of your old man, and the saddest thing is that it cannot be passed on or passed on..."
"...Thousands of years, how many rushing, how much persistence, how much resistance, will it all end up like a dream? God and Buddha are invincible, where is the way of life? Where is it?!"
"Poor, sad, hateful..."
Under the light of a bean, the old man's breath flickered like a light, seeming to be extinguished at any time.
He tried to write down everything he knew and understood again and again, but he tried again and again, but failed.
He has everything in his heart, but he can't say it, but he has the heart to keep a book, but he can't write it.
I made pens, blood books, stone tablets, hidden head characters, anagrams, and dismantling characters again and again... but after changing the method countless times, I still couldn't leave any writing.
He knew, but there was no difference between not knowing.
An Qisheng stared at it, faintly feeling the same.
As his realm climbed, the magical powers of the dreaming giant changed several times, and it was no longer what it was before. With a move of his mind, he can feel everything that a person can perceive.
Sad,
Unwilling,
sigh,
Compassion,
Sadness.... Many emotions surged in my heart instantly, which was the melancholy of the old man.
Many memories of the old man also appeared in his heart.
This old man, named "Zeng Yan", is a true Confucian ancestor, the great-grandson of Confucius's 72 disciples, "Zeng", and the ancestor of Zeng San.
He was in an era when Emperor Jue Tian Tong was cut off from Confucianism and Taoism, and it was also a chaotic period when the monsters were really fighting.
Because of his status and inheritance, he knows far more than Zeng San, but unfortunately, he can't tell.
"Will anyone hear? I don't know..."
After a long time, the old man seemed to give up completely and walked out of the room. His figure was thin, but tall but no different from Zeng San.
He stopped under the old tree, looked at the stars in the sky, and muttered to himself: "Maybe it is in vain, but even He can't deprive history..."
He muttered in his heart, the light of the soul illuminates the courtyard like substance, and immediately turned into a pen in his palm.
Using emptiness as paper, heart as pen, and his lifelong practice of Confucianism as ink, he started writing.
"...Mengmeng heaven and earth first opened, the gods are born, this is the era of the gods and demons, the era of the gods and demons, respected by the three supreme beasts,
One is the candle dragon, the second is the Shenlin, and the third is the Phoenix Emperor.
This is the ancestor of scales, birds, and beasts. This period begins with the death of the Phoenix Emperor before birth, and ends with the enlightenment of the Heavenly Sage and the Demon Sage.
The Tianmo Ji opened immediately.
The two sages Linfan swept the Zhoutian gods and demons. After years of fighting, the sages ascended to the sky and preached. After many years, many great supernatural powers gradually evolved into the prototype of the imperial court.
The demon saint enters the earth, opens up the underground Demon Abyss, collects the air of evil and resentment from the heaven and the earth, sits down and gathers all the demon heads since the beginning of the heaven and earth, and becomes the ancestor of the Demon Abyss.
The two sides have fought for many years, and many new gods and demons in the world have fallen, but a race different from the gods and demons was born on the body of the gods and demons.
This is the beginning of Terran.
The end of the Tianmo Period is symbolized by the creation of the Imperial Court and the birth of the human race.
The ages have passed, and the ancient times have come.
In the ancient times, the gods and demons licked their wounds, quietly accumulating power, and the heavenly sage and the demon sage stopped and meditated separately.
The new-born human race ushered in the Primordial Era in ignorance, fighting against the fierce beasts, fighting with the world, and gradually gaining a foothold.
Heaven and earth changed again, and a great world did not know where it came from, and awakened the gods and demons of Zhou Tian, ​​the overlord in that world was unparalleled.
His master called himself the "Old Man of Desolate Desolation" and claimed that his clan was a demon.
The coming of the Demon Realm led to the suppression of the gods and demons. The First World War lasted for countless years. In the end, the Demon Realm was renamed the "Animal Dao" with the fall of the Tianhuang Old Man.
In the ancient times, gods and demons fought against demons, and the human race was also affected, almost annihilated, struggling to survive.
......."
Zeng Yan struggled to write in the dark, his light was mighty, his aura was strong, but his words would disappear, and his words would be lost. Even the many Confucian disciples who were agitated by his actions did not know what he was doing.
But he didn't realize it, just leaving a stroke of words in the space, only An Qisheng could feel the bitterness in his heart.
This is not his first attempt, but it must be his last attempt.
Without him, his deadline is approaching.
I don't know if it is feasible, but I have to let it go.
"The Age of Gods and Demons, the Age of Heaven and Demons, and the Ancient Age..."
An Qisheng's heart was deepened. This was the first time he had seen the Earth Immortal Dao, or the past of the Emperor Heaven.
Boom!
At a certain moment, there was a muffled thunder resounding in the night, rumbling and shaking, thousands of miles away, but it shocked this ancient city.
Huh~~~
Immediately, a high-pitched chirping sound resounded through the sky.
Under the curtain of night, a peacock with gorgeous wings, dazzling color, and strong aura, came from the south. Sway endless divine light.
"Peacock King!"
In the ancient city, some people exclaimed, some were shocked, and even more people flee, but more people approached this ancient house.
Pop~
In the ancient house, surprised by the singing of birds, Zeng Yan's hand trembled with a big pen, and disappeared after the "Emperor Struggle".
"Maybe it's hard to violate God's will, I Zeng Yan, after all, can't compare to my ancestor..."
The old man sighed softly.
He looked up at the peacock coming from the south with a high breath and full expression, and said loudly: "I don't know if the Peacock King is coming, what's the matter?"
"My brother was killed by your Confucian family!"
The sharp but not ear-piercing scream resounded through the night, but it was full of cold chills: "When swallowing eighty cities, Confucian disciples will give away the spirit of my brother!"
Huhuhu~
When the sound waves roared, there was a sudden gust of wind between the sky and the earth.
I don't know thousands of miles away, the earth is flying sand and rocks for it, and under the violent wind, countless soil and sand are soaring into the sky.
It was the entire ancient city, trembling and roaring, and the formation under it, the prohibition seemed to be completely useless.
Before his words fell, tens of thousands of people in the city broke through their houses and flew up to the sky, seeming to be thrown into the mouth of the peacock.
"How dare you?!"
Zeng Yan's heart was furious, and with a long drink, there seemed to be a heavenly river in the heaven and the earth.
That day the river was flooded, its shape was towering like a dragon, and its air was magnificent, as if illuminating the whole night, all the flying people were wrapped in the river and put back into the city.
"The vast river of Confucianism? Zeng Yan, you can't stop me!"
With a long cry, the Peacock King cut through the void thousands of miles, and a hazy five-color light appeared on the wings, and it was about to wash down the river.
"Five colors of light..."
An Qisheng, who was staring at this scene, couldn't help but move. Naturally, this five-color light could not be compared with the one he saw in Riyou Shen's heart.
But apart from being immature and lacking in essence, it is not much different from the five ways of the gods made by his Wuqi Dynasty...
"Five-color sacred light! Peacock King has mastered the five-color sacred light!"
Some Confucian disciples were horrified.
I don't know how many supernatural powers appeared in the battle of cutting the sky, but the five-color light must be the best!
Compared with it, apart from the vast river of Confucianism, there is only the same unpredictable yin and yang.
There are also Confucian disciples who are excited in their hearts, and are determined to win the vast river.
It's just beyond anyone's expectations.
This brush failed.
The vast river, when the five-color intertwined divine light whizzed to and fro, it disappeared.
"The ancestor and the noble ancestor both called the two holes. They once had the friendship of fighting side by side. How can they be right with the five-color divine light?"
Zeng Yan took back the vast river and sighed when he looked at the Peacock King who spread his wings and screamed.
Once upon a time, the two races of humans and monsters could still fight side by side. Although there was disharmony, it was innocent.
Although the relationship between the Confucian School and the Peacock family is not very good, it is not to the level of life and death like this.
"Dare to mention the family ancestor?"
The Peacock King chanted: "A sour and foul philosopher, how can He De compare with my ancestor?
Dare to live above my ancestors? "
boom!
The wind was raging, the mountains in the city were shaking, and the houses were shaking.
Many Confucian disciples boarded the roof eaves, and when they heard these words, they all couldn't help but furious: "The people who are wearing horns are not worthy of the name of my master!"
"court death!"
The Peacock King leaped like thunder, spreading his wings and setting off a frenzy in the sky, pounced down in the boundless lightning and thunder, UU reading www.uukanshu.com was about to destroy the entire city.
"enough!"
Zeng Yan shouted coldly, suppressing the riot in the whole city, and the whole person had risen into the air, rushing towards the Peacock King at a seemingly slow but fast speed.
boom!
There was a thunderous roar.
Zeng Yan was wearing a five-color light, but he had no resistance to cover his five-color light.
"you?"
The Peacock King looked at the old man in astonishment.
"Is this the five-color divine light? It is indeed a supernatural power..."
Surrounded by the five colors, Zeng Yan felt the changes in his body, calmly and calmly: "Your brother was killed by a Confucianist. As the master of Confucianism, I should pay for my life on my behalf."
His deadline is approaching, he has no time to explore what happened in it, and he does not want to kill the Peacock King to increase the hatred between the demons.
"I only hope that the Peacock King will not be a killer, so as not to blaspheme the struggle of our ancestors..."
In the horrified gaze of the Peacock King, he slowly closed his eyes, allowing the five-color light to brush it into it.
"teacher!"
"granduncle!"
"Brother Zeng!"
.....
Huh~~~
Cries, exclaims, and humming sounds resounded.
Immediately, many pictures began to fade, and eventually, like porcelain falling to the ground, they were completely broken and turned into countless streams of light.
Submerge in An Qisheng's heart.
That is the Taoism and the legal principles contained in this ancient scroll.
Phoo~
An Qisheng slowly opened his eyes and pointed at his fingertips. A ray of light overflowed from his fingertips.
Its light is dim, but it is shining, it seems that it may be blown out by the wind at any time, but it has an endless breath of toughness in it.
Zeng San's pupils shrank and finally moved:
"This is... the vast river?"
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