The boy walked into the middle of the river, and then we could see that there was a wall of wind lying across the river.

This is the formation prohibition that separates the cultivation of the world, and it is called the Heavenly Trench.

The flying sword with the black bull hanging on it was naturally fine when it passed through the prohibition, because the flying sword's qi was not murderous.

The moat is not allowed to come nonsense.

It is not for nothing that a monk has killed a thousand miles away with a flying sword.

The young man raised his hand to touch the prohibition, and the formation qi wall rippled faintly.

There is no change in the formation, indicating that Dogen can pass.

The corners of the young man's mouth raised slightly, and he flew over the formation, without stopping, and galloped towards the opposite bank.

At the moment when the young man passed through the formation, a streamer flew out of the formation, turning into three letter birds and flying in three directions north of the Yanjiang River.

Only one letter bird flew out slowly shortly after the boy left, and its direction was the same as that of the boy, but the distance was different.

The three letter birds were fast.

At this time, there are letter birds flying over the immortal mountain of Confucianism, which is known as the most powerful reading and learning in the world.

The bird flew towards the highest mountain in the Confucian world, but was intercepted by a mysterious force as soon as it reached the mountainside.

As a last resort, the birds chirped, and after a while, a Confucian student came from the mountainside stepping on the mountain road.

Confucius beckoned lightly to the light bird, and the latter smoothly passed through the qi wall and landed on Confucius's hand.

The moment he touched the palm of Confucius's hand, he turned into a little star and disappeared.

Confucius felt the news brought by the light bird, and looked back and walked up the mountain trail.

Soon after, Confucius came to the top of a mist-shrouded mountain.

Although this mountain is the highest mountain in the Confucian world, the top of the mountain is not lined with palaces like other peaks, only a few birds with red tails are flying around the top of the mountain, chirping.

There was an old man sitting on the edge of the cliff, with white hair, with his back to Confucianism, facing Xuanming, and he couldn't see his facial features clearly.

Confucian came to the place three meters behind the old man and stopped, and performed the highest level of Confucian etiquette: "Teacher, the news from Xinniao that Daozang has left the Bulao Mountain and gone to the Jiangnan area. ”

The old man was silent as if he had fallen asleep.

Confucian seemed to have long been accustomed to the old man like this, and after speaking, he straightened up and stood motionless, his face was ancient and waveless, waiting for the old man to speak.

About a quarter of an hour later, a small bird with colorful feathers hovered and landed on the old man's shoulder, chirping in a very pleasant voice.

"Zijin, why did you say that this bird landed on the shoulders of the teacher. ”

The old man spoke.

The Confucian scholar named Zijin replied, "Probably the birds were attracted by your knowledge. ”

The old man looked at the bird that had been staying on his shoulder and refused to leave, chuckled a few times and said, "Zijin, the bird landed on my shoulder, do you think I should drive it away." ”

The old man remained motionless, as if he was afraid of scaring the colorful bird away.

Zijin glanced at the little bird with a comfortable look and replied, "The bird may feel very comfortable staying on your shoulder, teacher, and besides, you didn't get rid of it, teacher." ”

"The bird likes to stay on your shoulders, teacher, that's what it thinks, and it doesn't hurt us to intervene in what we do. ”

The old man listened to Confucius's answer, was silent for a moment, crossed the bird from his shoulder, and said, "Birds can do what they like, why can't Daozang." ”

Confucian was stunned by the old man's sudden rhetorical question.

Daozang, this is something that all three worlds want.

There is Yan Ruyu in the book, and there is a golden house in the book.

This is a saying for ordinary people, and the Daozang is a paving stone for monks on the road to immortality.

"Our Confucian sage has gone to Beishan. The old man asked the Confucian scholar standing behind him.

Zijin nodded yes.

The old man said: "I said earlier, he will not give up half of the luck of the Immortal Mountain, Xuan Cang should have taught him to do learning back then, relying on the holy position accumulated by luck, it is not reliable, it is not reliable." ”

Zijin listened on the sidelines, after all, his own teacher judged his own saint, and he wouldn't say anything when he heard it, the teacher's seniority was higher than him!

The old man got up and released the birds, and stood on the edge of the cliff with his hands in his hands, dressed in white and hunting in the wind.

"We have received the news, and the other two worlds should also receive the news, you pass on my words, all my Confucian people are not allowed to be embarrassed and robbed when they encounter Daozang in the world, and Daozang belongs to him. ”

"If we encounter a danger in the Daozang, we should help or help, we are scholars, although we have some strength, but don't fight and kill like those Taoist priests. ”

"The Taoist side of the world is estimated to protect him, and the attitude of the Buddhist side has always been very neutral, let's wait and see what happens. ”

"Alright, go down, I'm tired. ”

The old man began to drive people away.

The Confucian scholar shook his head again, turned around and went down the mountain.

The old man looked at the tumbling sea of clouds in front of him, and was stunned: "Xuan Cang, I hope the decision you made is correct." ”