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Xiao Yihan walked alone, walking on the street of the temple, looking at the handsome talents who recited poems and wrote poems, as well as the peerless beauties who played the piano and the flute, and played the beautiful music together.

Between heaven and earth, from time to time, there is a harp and a sound that is pleasant to the ear, and the sound of Lang Lang's poetry is also extremely pleasant.

Here, it is really a treasure land of pure heart and enlightenment, which makes people empty and quiet.

On a certain night in a certain year, Xiao Yihan looked at the murals of the temple, and after a long time, he suddenly felt a feeling, and suddenly stood still.

It is a picture of the "Spring Society Mountain Residence", which depicts the scene of Confucius visiting the Spring Garden hundreds of thousands of years ago.

"This painting ......" Xiao Yihan was stunned, and couldn't help but stretch out his hand and stroke it.

Wow!

Suddenly, the heavens and the earth changed, as if some kind of suction force had been generated, sucking Xiao Yihan's soul into it.

The scene changed, Xiao Yihan looked at it calmly, and was suddenly shocked! He actually came to the painting of this mural!

Vaguely, Xiao Yihan saw a kind old man, strolling in the mountains and fields, smiling and picking a peach blossom, and leaning in front of his nose.

Then, the peach blossom shattered and turned into fine pink leaves, which were blown there by the spring breeze.

The picture has changed again, and the dignity of the kind old man is still so blurry, but Xiao Yihan can be sure that this old man should be Confucius, the first strong man in the ancient years, and the founder of Confucianism.

It was a magnificent immortal hall, and in addition to describing it with immortal characters, it was impossible to depict the grandeur and atmosphere of that treasure hall.

However, the magnificent and atmospheric treasure hall reveals a sense of vicissitudes and simplicity, which makes people unpredictable the huge contrast in between.

The staggered chips, the piano and the song, the fairy music burst, as if inviting the heavenly immortals and Buddhas to drink together.

Confucius raised his glass and drank, recited poems, and from time to time there were excellent calligraphy and paintings, which attracted the admiration of the guests.

The sound is blurry, and the picture quality is also unclear, Li Jun tried his best to open his round eyes and listen quietly.

Beings like Confucius, a word, a paragraph is the supreme sound of enlightenment, if you are lucky enough to listen to a few words and understand them, it will be helpful for cultivation.

"The dwelling is respectful, the deacon is respectful, and the people are faithful. Gentleman ......"

Intermittently, coming out of that hall, all the Immortal Buddhas were like Shakyamuni's great disciple, Venerable Mahakalpa, smiling and not saying a word.

There is a saying: Who I was before I was born, who am I after I was born. The ancient Buddha smiled at the flowers, and the fool said that the dream has been three lives. The name of Nirvana is to break the law, and the wisdom and foolishness are universal. The bodhisattva's outer path is the same as that of Bodhi, and ignorance is as true as there is no difference......

The picture changed again, Xiao Yihan was no longer surprised, and watched it silently.

It was the scene of Confucius's preaching, and he sat alone on a lotus throne, with Confucianism, barbarians, immortals, and holy Buddhas below.

“…… The road trip is also, the world is for the public, the selection of talents and abilities, and the belief and harmony...... If you abandon the goods on the ground, you don't have to hide them for yourself; The power does not come from the body, and it does not have to be for oneself...... It is said to be the same. ”

"The Journey of the Great Road" is an important work of Confucius, selected from the "Book of Rites, Rites and Fortunes", also known as "Xiao Dai Li Ji", is one of the Confucian classics, listed as one of the thirteen classics of Confucianism by later generations, and is a must-read book for all Confucian students in the world.

The voice was still intermittent, Xiao Yihan suppressed the boredom and impatience in his heart, and slowly became calm.

After a long time, the voice became clearer and clearer, and Xiao Yihan gradually closed his eyes.

After a while, he seemed to be in a trance, and there was a soft murmur in his mouth.

Outside, the night and moon sky, the sky is full of stars, suddenly there is a cold wind, a large area of dark clouds, lightning and thunder, and thunderstorms.

The raindrops crackled and fell, soaking the clothes of the talented and beautiful women, and the painting boats also swayed gently in the river.

Gongsun Ce's mouth was like a river, and he was arguing with others, when he was shocked to hear the thunder and the raindrops falling, he ran straight out, staring blankly at the sky.

The raindrops soaked his clothes, and with his mana, he couldn't stop a rain......

"Green hats, green clothes, slanting wind and drizzle do not need to return." An old Confucian drank and laughed, stretched out an arm, handed a bowl outside, took a bowl of rainwater, and was about to drink it, when he found that the rain was disappearing, and the bottom of the bowl was ...... but it is intact.

Rain, too, is going on in the mural world.

The peak is close to the deep valley, and the secluded pool is close to the heavenly pillar; Mountains on all sides, winding and continuous, vast and lush.

At this time, the rain was hazy, there was no thunder and no wind, and the world was quiet, as if dead.

"The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are empty and rainy." Xiao Yihan thought lightly, and in an instant, thunder and rain sounded here. The sky was thundering and thundering, and the rain turned into a torrential rain.

"In ancient times, there were six classics of "poetry", "book", "rite", "music", "Yi", "Spring and Autumn", experienced the disaster of the first emperor, burned books and pit Confucianism, the supreme music was lost, only the five classics remained, and the Confucian students in the world were not sad, this is a pity, a great regret!" An old Confucian student knelt in front of a ruined Confucian temple and said loudly in mourning.

Behind the old Confucian was a dilapidated gate, and with a bang, the rotten gate was kicked open, and a team of mighty soldiers in golden armor broke in, and surrounded the old Confucian without saying anything.

"His Majesty the First Emperor has an order: depose the hundred schools, abandon Confucianism, unify the world, and worship the Immortal Emperor, this is the only faith! You and other Confucian scholars do not repent, regard the mantra of His Majesty the First Emperor as a joke, and worship the so-called saint all day long, hum, you should be killed! A mighty golden-armored soldier shouted, and the entire Confucian Temple trembled and trembled.

Xiao Yihan stood next to everyone, he could see them, but they couldn't see him.

He is like a visitor who has traveled through time and space, quietly watching, unable to do anything, unable to say anything.

"Shut up! As everyone knows, today's so-called First Emperor, with a perverse and brutal personality, has been on the throne for less than a year, he deposed hundreds of schools, burned books and pit Confucianism, and is even more reckless, recruiting hundreds of millions of monks, waging wars across borders, and mutilating many Taoist systems and monks in the Eastern Wilderness, Nanyi, Western Desert, Beihai, etc., and the hundreds of millions of people in the Middle Earth Divine Continent are even more miserable, and the great monks are like pigs and dogs, who were dragged by him to build tombs, and the great power is more like a servant, imprisoned in prison, the sage does not dare to speak, dare not say, dare not do, and kill directly if he is not satisfied! All kinds of bad and perverse things have been indignant by people and gods, and they will be killed by immortals and Buddhas!! ”

The old Confucian scolded the mighty golden-armored general, causing the latter to take a few steps back subconsciously.

Xiao Yihan found that every word that the old Confucian spit out was surrounded by a mysterious and mysterious divine power, which was instilled in those fonts, captivating people's hearts and souls, and spreading for hundreds of miles as soon as they drank it, and everyone and ghosts knelt in fear!

"You ......" General Jin Jia's face was hideous, his fists were clenched, and he suddenly smashed towards the head of the old Confucian student.

Click!

The old Confucian Sheng's skull was shattered by the golden armor general's punch, and he fell to the ground weakly, like a withered yellow leaf, withering alone.

"The First Emperor...... There will be consequences! Open your eyes, O saints......"

When the words fell, the old Confucian looked up to the sky and mourned several times, and died of anger.

"Huh, saint? In the era when His Majesty the First Emperor was honored, who dared to call himself a saint?! The Jinjia general snorted lightly with disdain on his face, pointed to the corpse of the old Confucian student, and shouted at the Jinjia soldiers: "Hang up the corpse of this old guy and parade it through the streets!" ”

……

The picture changed again, Xiao Yihan walked in calmly, this is a palace, incomparably magnificent and magnanimous, as if it is a palace inhabited by immortals.

"The whole world is not the king's land, and the shore of the land is not the king's minister!" A tall and burly man, wearing a five-clawed golden dragon robe, wearing a crown on his head, one hand behind his waist, stretched out his right hand and pressed downward, and the civil and military officials under the ninety-nine jade steps all knelt on the ground and shouted long live.

……

The surroundings changed again, and the rules of time and space were messy, as if they were really crossing time and space.

When Xiao Yihan came back to his senses, he found that the mural world had disappeared, and his consciousness had returned to his body.

"It's raining in this piece, too." Xiao Yihan muttered softly, stretched out a hand, and caught a raindrop, and then, the raindrop slipped from between his palms and fingers and fell into the grass without any traces of wetness.

The rain stopped, the clouds dispersed, a crooked crescent moon appeared, the stars covered the sky again, and the night was delicate and infinitely beautiful.

"The Book of Music, since the first emperor burned books and pit Confucianism, it was lost, when the first Qin Empire collapsed, we Confucianism also looked for it, but unfortunately, in the huge Qin Empire library, we have not been able to find a copy of the Book of Music, let alone found no clues about the Book of Music." A Confucian student walked over, looked at the mural of "Spring Society Mountain Residence", squinted his eyes, and said.

"For such an important Confucian classic as the Book of Music, there should be a few Confucians, who are recited backwards, right? Didn't you re-transcribe it afterwards? Xiao Yihan was puzzled.

"Hongru?" The Confucian student, who was forty or fifty years old, shook his head with a sad expression, and said: "They were all killed by the First Emperor, and the grass was cut quite thoroughly, not only my Confucianism, Taoism, Legalism, Moism, Yin and Yang Family, etc., but also the great wisdom and powerhouse of the First Emperor, were all killed by the First Emperor, and their skulls were piled up into a cemetery, showing his great achievements." ”

Xiao Yihan was shocked, and all the strong people in the world were killed by the First Emperor?!!

“…… Before the first emperor became an immortal, he was determined to build the most powerful empire in the universe and lead the people of the empire to enter the immortal realm...... However, when the first emperor achieved the immortal position, he suddenly fell into the devil, went against his original intention, or went mad and misinterpreted his ambitions, began to kill all the wise and holy people in the world, unified his thoughts, deposed the hundred schools, burned books and pit Confucianism, and made him the only faith in heaven and earth. Confucius continued.

"Since the First Emperor has achieved the Heavenly Immortal Rank, the Dao Heart is solid, and the evil demons outside the sky can't stop him from a mouthful of Immortal Dao righteousness, so why did he go mad?" Xiao Yihan was confused.

Confucius shook his head and said, "I don't know, this matter has been speculated and speculated by countless wise men and Mr. Xianji, but ......"

Xiao Yihan was silent for a moment, made a gesture towards Confucius, and then turned around and left.

"Bang!"

On the ground, the divine power in his body was surging, like a stormy wave, slapping Xiao Yihan's body.

The surrounding essence gathered rapidly, and soon turned into an energy vortex, and in a short time, the energy vortex expanded, with a radius of more than 8,000 zhang!

"Who's breaking through?" Countless Confucian cultivators were shocked, and they all looked up, and their divine consciousness was overwhelming.