There is no limit to learning

In the face of the Confucian saint Si Mingjian's death, the string bosom friend was not moved, and he saluted and said: "The poor monk walked all over the suffering realm, and saw that all sentient beings suffered from the reversal of the five aggregates, and went through the scriptures of the sons, but there was nothing to gain. ”

"I wept for three days for the pain of this immeasurable being." The string bosom friend is sincere, and the compassion in his eyes is like that of a Buddha, telling his own mental journey: "Later, I realized the principle of "emptiness of all laws", and all beings come from emptiness and return to emptiness. In this world, it is the destiny of all living beings to feel "birth, old age, sickness and death". ”

Mo Dumping Chi faced the words of the string bosom friend, and snorted coldly: "Crooked reasoning and heresy! ”

Xian Zhiyin went on to say: "All people in the world have a destiny, and in this way, the world will become a thousand worlds. ”

With a sword finger from the ink pouring pool, the divine sword clearly intended to sign the saint inch by inch, revealing an autumn water-like sword light: "Then, your destiny will end here." ”

The ink pouring pool that was bent on killing was merciless, and the sword light carried layers of golden light, vowing to seal his throat with a sword.

Xian Zhiyin understood that this was inevitable to face by abandoning Confucianism, but he didn't expect it to come so quickly: "Amitabha, my Buddha is compassionate!" ”

Just when the string bosom friend was tied up, Tai Shihou, who had been silent for a long time, finally couldn't help it. I saw that he backhanded his sleeve, which dispelled the sword light of the ink pouring pool.

Tai Shi Hou handed over the corpse of the old Confucian in his hand to Yue Lingxi, and he slowly turned around, his face gloomy: "Why do outsiders need to interfere in the boundless matter of learning the sea." ”

is also a Confucian person, and he should maintain the dignity of Confucianism, and if there is another civil war, it will inevitably make the world laugh even more. What Mo Dumping Chi wants is to solve the problem of the rebellion of the string bosom friend, and it makes no difference who makes the move.

Mingyi Zhengsheng returned to the sheath, and Mo poured the pond and said: "Yes, I'll see how you deal with it." ”

Tai Shi Hou stepped on a heavy step in front of Xian Zhiyin: "A long, long time ago, the three of us practiced literature and martial arts together, you played the zheng, I played the flute, Dongfang Yi and song, I didn't think it was like this now." ”

A few words made Xian Zhiyin fall into memory: "Yes, at that time, we were determined to glorify Confucianism, and now only you have persisted, life is always like this..."

Tai Shi Hou took out a long flute from his sleeve, and the body of the flute made of purple bamboo exuded a warm jade-like moisturization, which showed that Tai Shi Hou must have been playing with it all the time: "A long time ago, I couldn't hear your zither sound; A long time ago, I didn't want to hear your kite again. ”

Tai Shihou slowly closed his eyes, and his five fingers exerted force, and the purple flute "crackled" and turned into powder and slid down on his fingertips.

A hundred years of classmates, a thousand years of friendship, the more sincere the friendship at the beginning, the more painful the break now.

Xian Zhiyin sighed: "Life is always like this, Amitabha! ”

The love was broken, Taishi Hou opened his eyes, and the remaining difficulty was to make a decision: "The reputation of Confucianism cannot be desecrated." ”

With a big sleeve, it is incorporated into the infinite clouds, and it is already a great move.

At this moment, a faint light came from the sky. Everyone looked back and saw that in the light, the three characters of Taixue Master were connected from end to end, looming.

"Master Taixue!"

"It's too much of a master."

Many Confucian scholars greeted him with a big salute: "Welcome to the master of Taixue." "The roar shook the sky.

Taishi Hou secretly breathed a sigh of relief, dissipated the true qi in his hands, and saluted with several deacons: "I have seen Master Taixue." ”

Xian Zhiyin also said respectfully: "I have seen the master of Taixue." ”

Mo Dumping Pond gave a half-salute to the sudden Lord of the Boundless Sea of Learning.

The Lord of Taixue escaped to the main seat, like the eye of the storm, exuding infinite coercion, and the approaching people had difficulty breathing.

is so majestic that countless martial arts people who have watched the endless jokes of the sea have restrained their frivolous looks.

"The string bosom friend, younger than Confucianism, went to school, and later commissioned the education system. During his tenure, although he has made small achievements, he is hereby removed from the position of religious leader! ”

"Yes!" Xian Zhiyin said respectfully.

The deacons saw that the master of the Taixue took it lightly, and their hearts were suddenly overjoyed, and only the Confucian saint Simo poured his brows secretly.

At this moment, a clear blue light in the distance shone into the entrance, and the poem was brilliant and domineering: "Lonely and vast, Xuanfan is always ten directions, Zhan Lonely is really normal, and the great power of the desert is restored." ”

I saw a humane bun in the light, swaying in the dust, and a bad face.

"It's the Dao Gate Upper Qing Realm Refining Xiao Yuanjun!" Everyone's faces changed drastically, and the moment they landed, the ground had given way to a large open space, and its majesty was visible.

Those who come are not good, and the Confucian deacons know it in their hearts.

Yang Sen stepped forward and said, "Ha, I don't know what my friend is here?" ”

Lian Xiao Yuanjun said coldly: "A hundred years ago, Xuehai Wuya promised that this book would not reappear, what do you have to say now?" As he spoke, his hand shook, and a book was thrown on the ground, with four big characters on it.

Lian Xiao Yuanjun's move clearly asked for guilt. At this moment, the intentions are unpredictable.

Master Taixue snorted coldly: "Confucianism rectifies internal affairs, and people leave quickly!" ”

Lian Xiao Yuanjun laughed, brushed his finger and said wildly: "This matter is discussed by the three sects, and you are so ...... of Confucianism."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Master Taixue: "I want to interfere with the internal affairs of Confucianism, see how much you can do!" ”

As he spoke, an incomparable light rushed out from the light of the Taixue Master, and the target was directly aimed at Lianxiao Yuanjun.

Lian Xiao Yuanjun didn't dare to be careless, his feet turned into a circle, his hands accepted the true yuan, and he suddenly became a Taoist black and white Tai Chi diagram.

"Extremely round!" Lian Xiao Yuanjun's gaze shot out three feet of light, confident that no one in the world could break through his own defenses.

Everyone only heard the "boom" explosion, the sky was clear, and the plan of refining Xiao Yuanjun's defense of Tai Chi was suddenly shattered.

In the eyes of everyone, Lian Xiao Yuanjun's look of disbelief was still frozen on his face. With a "poof" in mid-air, it was swept by the Taixue Master's remaining strength, turned into a meteor and disappeared into the distance.

The people in the audience were in an uproar, the Shangqing Realm had no momentum to carry the Dao, and Lianxiao Yuanjun was even more domineering, and he was a terrifying figure, and between the Taixue Master's moves, like the autumn wind sweeping the leaves, there was no power to fight back.

"So powerful, so domineering!"

The Confucian students were in an uproar, and the previous decadence was swept away, and they only felt their blood boiling.

"The master of learning is too much, the master of learning is really worthy of being the master of the boundless sea of learning."

Looking at the classmates beside him who seemed to have been beaten with chicken blood, Liuwannian touched the broken jade plate on his chest, and looked at the Taixue Master on the stage as if he had seen a ghost.

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Extremely sealed spiritual land

It has been several hours since the fire phoenix flew thousands of mountains and swallowed the sea of fire, and it seemed a little dissatisfied when looking at the remaining sea of fire. It snorted and waved its wings, and suddenly gave birth to an infinite wind. With another wave of his wings, the wind turned into countless tornadoes.

The tornado touched the sky and the earth, blowing towards the sea of thousands of mountains and fires. In the piercing scream, the sea of fire was gradually sucked in by the tornado.

From a distance, several tornadoes in the desert turned a fiery red, like a giant dragon soaring into the sky.

Mr. Fu Long looked at the wonders of heaven and earth in front of him, and his heart was shocked: "As the saying goes, fire borrows the wind, and the predecessors of Phoenix Ming make me doubt this sentence!" ”

The reclining Buddha smiled: "I am also surprised by the ability of my friends, every time I am impressed!" ”

Farther away, Fuji and Evil are also lurking in the shadows, looking at the earth-shattering fire tornado, and their hearts are also shocked.

Fuji was surprised: "I know that this old phoenix is powerful, but I didn't expect it to be so powerful. After he finished speaking, he looked in all directions, and then said, "What kind of demon and monster can't be scared to come, right?" ”

Evil is holding the remnant knife in his hand, and said coldly: "He will definitely come." ”

As soon as the sky fire phoenix sucked, the heavenly tornado gradually shrank, and finally turned into a line of fire, and was swallowed by the fire phoenix.

At this point, the Thousand Miles of Flame Mountain finally went out, revealing a dark layer like glass.

Above the sky, the fire phoenix hiccuped as if drunk, and a wisp of purple-gold flame spat out along the hiccup.

The line of fire passed through the air and hit the top of the mountain, and the rock that had been tempered by the sea of fire could not withstand the temperature of the line of fire, and suddenly turned into a sea of fiery red magma.

The reclining Buddha looked at the sea of fire and said, "Pay attention, the time to mend the pillar is coming!" ”

Mr. Fu Long stared intently at the fire phoenix's every move, and slowly took out the fire element.

When the hour came, the fire phoenix turned its head and spit out at the original site of the divine pillar, and endless purple-gold flames poured out. Under the control of the fire phoenix, a giant pillar of flames of about three zhang was formed.

"The time has come!" Mr. Fu Long felt the power of the infinite flame, and his heart moved, and he already felt that the time had come to replenish the pillar.

The fire element in his hand was immediately thrown into the pillar of fire, and in the extreme flame, the fire element bead, which was the innate treasure of the wonder of heaven and earth, slowly melted.

Make up for the success or failure of the sky, in one fell swoop.

At this moment, the sky and the earth were dark, and the surroundings were unexpectedly demonic, hoarse and ghostly, and the ears were endless. When I looked up, I saw that the sky was dark and blue, and the sky was full of ghosts.

The reclining Buddha looked at this infinite evil spirit, his heart was dark, and he said bitterly: "It is the evil spirit that destroys the realm." ”

He connected the dots and said to Fu Long: "Mr. Fu Long, you protect your friends on my behalf, and I am responsible for these evil spirits." ”

Mr. Fu Long said: "Senior, be careful! As soon as the scroll in his hand was thrown, it had turned into a heroic aura to protect the phoenix in the array.

The reclining Buddha looked at the infinite evil spirits in front of him, with compassion in his eyes, and said in his mouth: "Benevolent, for the sake of the four heavenly dragons, and all sentient beings in the future and present, I would like to speak of the world and the sentient beings of Yan Futi for their sins and sufferings, the retribution they have received, the name of hell, and the evil retribution, so that the sentient beings at the end of the future world will know that it is retribution." ”

One step at a time, like Jizo descending to hell. Everywhere he passed, the light of the Buddha shone, and the evil spirits dissolved and liberated in the vast light of the Buddha.

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