Vol 11 Chapter 21: 0 Holy Ghost

Do not! ! !
More than fifty Golden Core Eighteen Transformations wailed at the same time, wishing to fly up immediately, trying their best to stop Ye Sheng.
The wisdom of the philosophers, what a precious wealth this is, was unexpectedly picked up by Ye Shengjie.
They thumped their chests in anger, their eyes were red with hatred, and their teeth were gritted with resentment.
To no avail.
Ye Sheng had already entered, and in everyone's eyes, he was the first to enter the Hundred Saints Hall.
"Quickly, we must speed up, Ye Sheng is alone, but there are so many inheritances from the various schools of thought." Someone was impatient, holding back the huge pressure and moving on.
Everyone is like this, we must speed up, even in difficulties, we can't get nothing.
Zhou Yi also saw Ye Sheng go in. There was no disturbance. He is now listening attentively to the teachings of the Hundred Saints. There are also huge treasures hidden on the stone steps, but few people have found them.
But Ye Sheng stepped behind the stone gate and felt that he had entered a strange space.
At a glance, you can see the marginal area, the size of a hundred miles, and there are as many as millions of bamboo slips of various kinds inside, and you can see the eyes of the flowers and leaves, piled together, and several big mountains.
Ye Sheng picked up a bamboo slip and flipped through it. It was a book written in front of Zhuzi Baijia.
"Put it away." Ye Shengji brought out the gods' pill furnace and gathered them all in.
Suddenly this space doesn't appear so crowded.
With a few mountains missing, Ye Sheng wandered around here.
All kinds of slabs, the slabs were carved with pictures of the philosophers gathering and talking in front of them. Walking forward, there were some statues, carefully counted, one hundred.
This is exactly the pioneer of all scholars.
Every time Ye Sheng passed by a statue, he would earnestly see the courtesy, the etiquette of the younger generation, and the older generation.
Ye Sheng watched in surprise when the hundred statues were all worshipped.
"Where is the inheritance?" Ye Sheng didn't quite understand, except for statues and slates, there were only bamboo slips, and nothing else.
Ye Sheng, who entered here alone, checked carefully and found a lake.
In the center of the hundred statues, there is a lake.
The water in the lake was black, Ye Sheng crouched down, and when he reached out, he saw that it was not water.
ink!
In this vast lake, all is ink.
And with the touch of Ye Sheng's hand, the hundred statues suddenly shined brightly.
"Hahaha, how many years have passed, someone has finally come." There were laughter, and old people appeared and walked out of the statue.
"Hundred Masters?" Ye Sheng looked at him in shock.
These people are old people, without entities, they are the backhands arranged on the statue, and they will meet Ye Sheng after tens of thousands of years.
"We are the philosophers of a hundred families." A hundred old people looked at Ye Sheng with a smile.
"I'm Lao Tzu, hello my little friend." Lao Tzu bowed.
Ye Sheng quickly stood up and said respectfully, "I have seen all the seniors."
He was full of doubts, could this be the inheritance of the various schools of thought?
"The little friend is very polite. He has bowed to each of us before. Sure enough, time and space are not wrong. The savior of this world is here." The old man laughed.
"Savior?" Ye Sheng asked strangely, did you mean him?
"In the heyday of the philosophers, we are about to leave this world, we will work together to push the future, and see the infinite possibilities in endless time and space." An old man wearing an ink-colored Confucian robe said.
"Deducing the future?" Ye Sheng was shocked, are these people so powerful?
"Little friends don't need to be shocked, the future is ever-changing, changing every moment, making people hard to see, but it's not a big skill, old man Confucius." Confucius said with a smile.
Ye Sheng nodded thoughtfully. Time and space are unknown, and the unknown can be changed. The future really changes every moment.
"The seniors deduced the future, and then set up this Hundred Saints Hall?" Ye Sheng asked.
"Yes, we worked together to deduced the future and saw the same ending in different time periods." Lao Tzu nodded.
"What kind of ending?" Ye Sheng asked.
"This world was ruined by people outside the territory." Confucius said solemnly.
"Ruined?" Ye Sheng looked at them in surprise.
"One hundred and eighty million endings are all the same. We have deduced it for ten years, exhausting our efforts, and have seen the destruction of this place by people outside the region in the future." Confucius said.
Ye Sheng asked: "Then is this related to me?"
"Yes, one billion eighty million endings are the same, but every one of one billion eighty million times, there are variables, and the variable is you, little friend." Laozi nodded.
Ye Sheng pointed to himself and said, "Am I a variable?"
"Yes, after the little friend appeared, the ending changed. There was a fog and it was not clear at all, but it was better than being destroyed. So we set up this Hundred Holy Temple and left a back hand to help the little friend. Once." Laozi nodded.
"Seniors, are you not afraid that I will get your help instead of saving the world?" Ye Sheng asked.
"It's okay, since you appeared, the situation has changed drastically. At least the destruction is gone, so I help you once and let you grow up. We don't need you to save the world." Confucius shook his head.
"Little friend, this Mochi was left over from the article we wrote back then. You can enter it. We will discuss it for you once, which is considered to congratulate you for changing the dark ending." Confucius laughed.
Ye Sheng thought for a while and nodded, "Thank you, seniors."
Taking off his clothes and entering the ink pond, Ye Sheng suddenly felt a huge energy pouring into his body.
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And the next moment, Hundred Saints began to talk about Taoism.
Hundreds of saints discussed the Tao together for Ye Sheng. They discussed a lot of things, from humanities to the earth, from cultivation to perception, from birth to death...
Ye Sheng just listened, falling into an inexplicable sentiment.
His cultivation level has been continuously improved, and a hundred saints have discussed the Dao for Ye Sheng. What kind of opportunity is this?
The energy in the ink pond was too strong, and Ye Sheng's realm was directly broken.
...
I don't know how long it has been, Ye Sheng opened his eyes and found that everything around him was as usual, and the saints of the various schools of thought had disappeared.
Mochi remained the same, but the energy inside disappeared and was absorbed by Ye Sheng, his cultivation level was directly promoted to the Golden Core Ten Changes.
This is entirely an opportunity, coming from Hundred Sages' Taoism, and the energy in Mochi is also unattainable.
Ye Sheng squeezed his fist, a strong force went through his body, improving five changes at a time. It hasn't accumulated yet, but there are no sequelae. Thanks to Baisheng's theory, he smoothed the shortcomings of continuous broken mirrors.
Ye Sheng got up, washed his body, changed his clothes, and saw someone come in.
The eldest prince, not only him, but also the other fifty golden cores.
"Ye Sheng, hand over the Hundred Saints inheritance, otherwise you will undoubtedly die today." The eldest prince was extremely jealous when meeting his enemies, and he roared directly without thinking.
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