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Chapter 1,363 The Past of the Blood God Son

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    "Mr. Li, long time no see!"

    Deep in the void, a figure slowly walked out after a period of distortion. It was none other than Bei Chenfeng.

    He was still wearing a thick robe, and his whole body was covered with cotton and tattered cloth, and it was so tight that it seemed to be very cold. However, when he saw the other person's face, Li Xiaobai took a breath of cold air.  gas.

    There is no other reason. The face of the person in front of me is too terrifying. Half of it is a normal old face. It can be vaguely seen that he must have been a quite handsome man when he was young, but the face on the other side is miserable, rotten and smelly.  , releasing a foul smell.

    There are several worms on it that are constantly moving, which makes people feel sick to their stomachs.

    It is unimaginable that such a scene would appear on the body of a living person. In the memory, only dead corpses can have such symptoms. The corpse is rotting, smelly, and covered with maggots. Humans can actually have such a picture.  The face is really terrifying!

    "Senior Beichenfeng!"

    "What are you"

    Li Xiaobai stared and felt very scared. The image of the Confucian and Taoist sage in front of him was too terrifying and frightening. He looked like a dead man!

    "There's nothing strange about it. It's just due to the skills. This is also the reason why I have never shown my true face to others for hundreds of years. It's not because I care about this skin, but because as a Confucian scholar, the faith in the heart of a scholar must not be revealed.  Showing people this image will collapse the inner beliefs of many monks."

    Bei Chenfeng said slowly.

    "This is the self-created technique of Beichen Daoist. The sequela of "Kurong Divine Technique" is created by combining Buddhism and Confucianism. It is said that the World Honored Sakyamuni passed away between the two Sara trees in Kushina City, east and west.  There are two trees in the north and south, and the two trees on each side are one withered and the other prosperous, which is called four withered and four prosperous!"

    "The Tathagata Buddha of that time passed away between these eight realms, meaning neither withered nor prosperous, neither false nor empty!"

    Yan Zuzi sighed at the side and said that Bei Chenfeng's matter was not a secret. They all knew it, but almost all the people who knew it in the same batch were dead.

    "This is the method of withering and prosperity, and it is also the way of yin and yang. Withering and prosperity coexist. If it can be pushed to the highest level, it can even reverse life and death. I have personally seen fellow Taoist Beichen once rejuvenate a tree, which is extraordinary and otherworldly.  ¡±

    He also said at the side when he mentioned the basket.

    This technique is called Kurong, but it is actually about life and death. No one can control life and death. It goes against the law of heaven, so Beichenfeng paid the price.

    "They are just outsiders, they don't count. I wanted to meet my master, but I didn't expect that the people in the Immortal and God Realm were so anxious that they directly suppressed them and forcibly crossed the two realms."

    Beichenfeng shook his head and sighed.

    "No one dares to touch the turbulent flow of the void. If you are exiled in it, you will be separated from heaven and man."

    "However, Master blocked that big hand for a moment, and the other party exhausted all his strength and was unable to come to Zhongyuan Realm for a long time. In a short time, no one will come forcibly."

    Bei Chenfeng said, he seemed to know the world of immortals and gods equally.

    The coming of the Immortal God requires unimaginable resources. The resources and power consumed by the giant hand reaching behind the back just now are a huge number. It will take a long time and a lot of preparations to come again.

    "From what my senior said, it seems that he knows a lot about the world of immortals and gods. So what does the Blood God Son mean?"

    Li Xiaobai asked with a frown. The Son of Blood died too quickly, leaving too many mysteries unsolved.

    "Master is also a hard-working man. He thinks that he lives with the fate of all the people in the world on his back. He has been running for the Zhongyuan world all his life, but he has gone in the wrong direction."

    Bei Chenfeng sat on the ground and took out a sword with a white sword glow all over its body. The truth about the incomplete part of the year was slowly revealed.

    "This is Master's former sword. Listen to its inner voice and you will understand."

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    There is a breath in the white sword mang, condensed into a picture in the void. This is the memory of Beichenfeng and the memory of the blood god.

    The Great Immortal Zhenyuan was the earliest scholar to ascend in the Fairy Continent. He founded the line of Confucianism. It had its glorious moments and was very prosperous. It was at that time that Bei Chenfeng came into contact with the way of Confucianism.

    Picture after picture flows in the void, exuding a white light that softly cleanses the soul.

    It was a group of children, sitting in a thatched house, reading the sages' classics meticulously and seriously.

    Zhenyuan Daxian is a young man in white, with a graceful demeanor. He is holding his hands behind his back and listening to the sound of books with a smile. Everything is harmonious. He is a master of Confucianism and has vowed to lead the world in readingPeople blazed their own path and became the third largest family alongside Buddhism and Taoism.

    "Master, are you afraid of demons?"

    Bei Chenfeng raised his little hand and asked innocently.

    "We, the scholars, must cultivate a strong and righteous spirit and be fearless of all enemies in the world!"

    "Throughout the ages, have you ever seen a great Confucian being harassed by demons?"

    Zhen Yuanzi said with a slight smile.

    "But the scholar may be holding a long sword and is infected with the killing spirit. Isn't he also a murderous demon?"

    Bei Chenfeng continued to ask, his voice was childish, but the question was sharp.

    "This sword is called the Yangwu Sword. It is dignified and generous. It does not grow in dark ditches. It only thrives in the sunshine. This is the sword of scholars, and it rectifies the name of the right path in the world!"

    Zhen Yuanzi took out the sword from his waist and showed it to the children. The sword didn't even have a sharp edge. It was a blunt sword with no killing power. The moment he took it out, four big words appeared in the hearts of many children: "Justice and fairness"  !¡±

    This is the sword of a gentleman!

    It is also an early experience of Bei Chenfeng and Zhen Yuanzi. They met in the school and followed them all the way. They earnestly encouraged learning in the court and in the market.

    Zhen Yuanzi became more and more famous. He lectured to the emperor in the court hall, became the emperor's teacher, entered the sect to learn skills, entered the Buddhist sect to quote scriptures, discerned the Buddha's mind, and established himself on the top of a mountain in the Zhongyuan world.  There are more and more monks living in the surrounding area, but there are also many monks running away.

    There is no other reason. The path of Confucianism is a bit weak, and it is almost impossible to establish the slightest advantage in the early stage. You can only have a heart of righteousness and cultivate an aura of awe-inspiring aura, but it is not the master of killing. No matter which disciples you meet with the same realm of cultivation, you will fight.  However, it is very embarrassing. Except for a few scholars who really like Confucian classics, few people can really stick to it.

    However, Zhen Yuanzi never paid attention to this. He had not yet reached the peak, and he was studying in the sea of ??books. His cultivation was getting better and better, and his reputation became more and more famous. Everyone knew that a living god had appeared in the Fairy Continent.  Every life has taken a different path.

    The problem occurred the night before Zhen Yuanzi ascended to the Zhongyuan Realm.

    As usual, he was reading at night, but the scripture book he was reading was upside down. He seemed a little absent-minded. Beichenfeng knocked on the door and wanted to ask for some knowledge.

    When entering, I found that the master seemed to be a little different from before. The awe-inspiring righteousness on his body was somewhat weakened and withered, and there was a trace of confusion in his eyes.

    He looked at him and said: "Disciple, I believe that today's Confucianism is incomplete, not complete enough, and not orthodox enough. The concepts described in the scriptures are too outdated. If you blindly follow the text, it will ruin people's education.  We have to perfect the new Confucian way!"

    "For example, in this book, most of the above are wrong!" (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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