Chapter 289: .The person who saved it (8th ask for a monthly pass!)

Under Zhang Dongyun's strong hands, the clam shell could no longer be closed.
There was clam meat and a pearl.
The pearl appeared, and the pearly light flashed, suddenly making everyone's eyes re-covered with a layer of mist, and the sight and things became unreal again.
Li Jie and Nitto Snake Meteor refreshed, and their eyes immediately regained clarity.
Lin Ying's recovery will take a little longer.
Li Jie patted him on the shoulder, and he immediately woke up, secretly vigilant in his heart.
He has a companion who can wake him up immediately.
But if the other party has a partner, he might be hit the spot if he took the opportunity to start.
Under the operation of Zhang Dongyun's heart seal, his mind is clear.
He stared at the giant clam in front of him: "Do you want to continue doing it?"
The clam trembled, gradually changing, and a woman appeared.
The mirage saluted Zhang Dongyun: "I don't intend to be your enemy, but I'm just protecting myself."
"The Demon King of the Ninth Stage, even if it only protects itself, it can kill a lot of people."
Zhang Dongyun said casually, and at the same time folded his hands toward the middle.
The mirage was re-sealed in a clam shell.
Zhang Dongyun picked up the huge clam shell and gave it to Li Jie.
While Li Jie took it, the snake meteor on the other side, together with Lin Ying, held up the huge seabed mysterious jade.
The mysterious jade is heavy and extremely large, that is, the snake meteor has been cultivated into the body of the demon emperor, otherwise it would be impossible to take such a large piece of the mysterious jade away.
When the crowd returned to Chang'an, Zhang Dongyun pretended to give the mirage to Mr. Wu Yun who was projecting him, and temporarily imprisoned him in the Heaven Punishment Hall.
After discovering that the other party was a mirage, Zhang Dongyun had an idea in his mind.
After Ao Kong leaves the customs, you can chat with him.
As for the seabed mysterious jade, it is naturally dedicated to the city lord.
...Well, okay, it's actually just left hand to right hand.
The seabed Xuan Jade is extremely huge, but compared to the mineral veins such as Shan Shenyan and Bisong Shi Jing, the amount is still slightly smaller.
Of course, this thing is extremely rare, and it can be regarded as an anomaly if it can produce such a large piece.
However, because the quantity is a little scarce compared to the mountain rock, it must be planned to use it.
First of all, it is natural to hold him tightly to Zhang City Lord for his own use, to ensure that he can achieve the status of Emperor Wu in the shortest time.
Then, you can consider continuing to reward people in the city.
In the Daming Palace, the entire seabed mysterious jade appeared in the hall where Zhang Dongyun was resting daily.
The space in the hall seemed limited, but the huge seabed mysterious jade stuffed into the hill still looked extremely wide, without the feeling of being jammed.
Zhang Dongyun came to the black jade, then stretched out a palm and pressed it on the surface of the jade.
On the other side of his body, a mountain rock appeared.
So Zhang Dongyun put his other hand on the mountain rock.
Next, I saw the black jade and the surface of the mountain rock, all of which shone continuously.
But Zhang Dongyun is a kingly domineering, more condensed and purer.
Gradually, his cultivation began to undergo a certain degree of qualitative change.
On the surface of the black jade, cold air kept gushing out, and then Zhang Dongyun was breathing again, inhaled into his body, and then slowly exhaled.
The entire hall was slowly covered by clouds.
In the following days, Zhang Dongyun focused on his own training while focusing on his own construction tasks.
With the efforts of a large number of Confucian practitioners and even more ordinary scholars, the illiteracy rate in Chang'an City is declining.
More and more ordinary people are beginning to learn to read and hyphenate.
Following this, their lives seem to have begun to undergo some seemingly insignificant, but far-reaching changes.
While practicing, Zhang Dongyun sat in the Daming Palace, glanced across the entire Invincible City, and nodded in relief.
Suddenly he remembered something, so he glanced at Tingshan Academy again.
This time, he could no longer see Li Jun.
The young scholar's whereabouts are revealed in Zhang Dongyun's eyes.
Sure enough, Li Jun responded to the call of Chang'an City and voluntarily left the academy and went to the countryside to set up a private school by himself to teach and educate people.
He is a Confucian practitioner of the fourth level. Although his lectures are not as effective as the great Confucian initiation, they are also effective.
Those who listened to his lectures were attentive and addicted to it.
The teaching effect is also quite good.
Mr. Li's name has spread all over the world.
After staying in one place and teaching most of the local people to read and write, Li Jun said goodbye to them and went to the next village.
Every time he left, there were children who were reluctant to leave, and some adults thanked Mr. Li for his virtue, and sent him all the way out of the village, even to his next destination.
While Li Jun taught and educated people, he also sorted out his own knowledge.
One day, after he bid farewell to the folks who had seen him farewell, he was walking in the field when suddenly thunder rang above his head.
Standing in the mountains, Li Jun looked up at the thunderclouds in the sky above. From time to time, lightning flashed by, and suddenly there was a desire to gush out in his heart.
His literary talent suddenly rose to the sky, although only a faint beam, but the brilliance lasted.
In the next moment, he felt that the literary talent settled in himself, and finally gathered together to form his own literary courage.
Li Jun shouted, and his voice was like thunder in the sky, full of masculine power, shocking ghosts, gods and demons.
He stepped forward, stepping firmly in the air without falling, and then continued to move forward, rising up into the sky step by step.
Wenhua talent condenses under his feet and turns into blue clouds.
The spring thunder of tongues, and the peaceful steps of the clouds are the characteristics of the fifth state of Confucian practice, the state of boldness.
As Li Jun taught, he felt something in his heart and broke through his own bottleneck, and the realm of Confucian cultivation suddenly rose.
He stood in the air, a little lost for a while.
After staying for a while, he turned and prayed three times towards Tingshan:
"Father, I must inherit your character and will."
After the three bows, the blue clouds under Li Jun's feet dispersed, he landed again, and then walked forward with his feet on the ground and continued on his way.
In the Daming Palace, Zhang Dongyun watched this scene quietly and nodded slightly.
He continued to scan the surrounding areas of the city.
After watching for a while, City Lord Zhang suddenly condensed his eyes slightly.
Therefore, the land of Tang, at the junction of Yangning County and Yinning County, is a big river, named Ninghe.
Yangning County is south of Ninghe River, and Yinning County is north of Ninghe River.
At this moment, the Ning River was rising, and a place suddenly flooded, damaging the dam, and it was about to flood the village by the river.
When someone in the village saw him, he hurriedly shouted to warn everyone to leave.
But the flood speed was so fast that the villagers had no time to escape.
Zhang Dongyun watched this scene and did not take action because he saw someone passing by.
These two people will definitely help each other and will not sit idly by.
Sure enough, a little man rushed out, the golden Buddha light surged, blocking the flood that was rushing in front of him.
The Buddha's light stretched and changed, and quickly turned into linden trees, just like trees, blocking the flood.
The people in the village were surprised when they saw this.
Everyone took a closer look and found that the savior turned out to be a little monk who looked only ten years old.
The little guy’s Bodhi Forest blocked the flood and diverted the flood in other directions, temporarily avoiding the village behind Bodhi Forest.
At this time, another person fell from the sky.
He closed his palms together, and under the surging of the Buddha's light, the gap in the collapsed dam was closed again.
Looking at the villagers again, this second person does not seem to be very old, only sixteen or seven years old.
Everyone was surprised and thought it was a rejuvenating fairy Buddha.
Those who shot it were Huiming and Yongse two young monks.
After they calmed down the disaster caused by the flood, they didn't plan to stay any longer, but after nodding to the villagers, they turned and left.
A villager shouted at this moment: "Thank you two masters!"
Upon hearing this, Yong Se turned his head and smiled and waved at them.
But at this time, someone shouted: "What do you know, they must be sent by the Lord of Chang'an to rescue us, the Lord of Chang'an is God!"
After all, the man knelt directly on the ground and prayed to God: "Thank the Lord of Chang'an for sending monks to the earth to save the suffering."
Yong Se was stunned.
In the Daming Palace, Zhang Dongyun was also taken aback.
He suddenly felt that this scene was a bit familiar.
I remember that he was on Blue Star in his previous life and he helped one person.
The other party did not thank him, but thanked the gods.
Someone reminded you that this young man helped you, but the other person replied:
This young man was sent by God.
Zhang Dongyun didn't expect that one day, he would change the position where he was sitting under his buttocks.
He admitted that in such a background world, he led the people in Chang'an City to worship his entire Chang'an City Lord. From a certain perspective, he was creating gods.
Then the appearance of this scene does not seem so unexpected?
Before today, I am afraid it has happened many times.
In the Daming Palace, Zhang Dongyun frowned slightly.
The folks in the village looked at the man at this time, and they were a little flustered, so many people quickly followed him.
A few people are a little undecided.
A person asked in a low voice: "I heard that monks worship Buddha..."
Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted: "The Buddha is also in charge of Chang'an City!"
The villagers in the distance quarreled, and the young monk Yongse touched his bald head and looked at Monk Huiming: "Brother, is it the person we saved, or the person saved by the Lord of Chang'an, or the person saved by the Buddha?"
Huiming looked calm and touched the other's little bald head: "It doesn't matter who saves the person, the important thing is that the person is saved."
Yongse blinked, some seem to understand, and finally nodded: "The brother said, I didn't think about other things just now, just thinking about preventing the flood and saving people. Other things are really not important."
Monk Huiming smiled and nodded.
He looked at the villagers who were still arguing, and immediately said, "The Lord of Chang'an sent us."
The villagers over there immediately unified their opinions and paid homage to the sky together, and thanked the city lord of Chang'an for rescue.
The young monk Yongse shook his head and said, "Brother, if you say that, they won't be quarreling anymore, but can you still see the truth and discern yourself?"
"Compared to the truth, harmony in the neighborhood and a happy life may be more important to them."
Monk Huiming sighed: "The more places I go, the more I feel that the true self between people is different."