Under the force of Zhang Dongyun's hands, the clam shell suddenly could no longer be closed.

Inside there is mussel meat, and there is a pearl.

The pearl appeared, and the pearl flashed, which suddenly made everyone's eyes seem to be covered with a layer of fog again, and the scene and things became unreal again.

Li Jie and the Snake Meteor were in good spirits, and their eyes immediately returned to clarity.

Lin Ying's recovery was slower.

As soon as Li Jie patted him on the shoulder, he immediately woke up, and his heart was secretly vigilant.

He has companions who can wake him up at once.

But if the other party has a companion, he may be severely injured on the spot if he takes the opportunity to attack just now.

Under the operation of Zhang Dongyun's earth heart seal, his mind is clear.

He stared at the giant clam in front of him: "Do you want to continue to do it?"

The mussel meat shook and gradually changed, revealing a woman's figure.

The mirage saluted Zhang Dongyun: "I have no intention of being an enemy of you, but I am just protecting myself." ”

"The Ninth Realm Demon King, even if it's just self-preservation, can cost a lot of lives. ”

Zhang Dongyun said casually, and at the same time put his hands together in the middle.

The mirage was resealed in a mussel shell.

Zhang Dongyun casually picked up the huge mussel shell and handed it to Li Jie.

At the same time that Li Jie took it, the beetle snake meteor on the other side, together with Lin Ying, held up the huge undersea jade.

The Xuanyu is heavy, and the volume is extremely huge, that is, the Snake Meteor has already cultivated into the body of the Demon Emperor, otherwise it is impossible to take away such a large piece of Xuanyu completely.

Everyone returned to Chang'an, Zhang Dongyun pretended to be a mirage, handed over the mirage to Mr. Wuyun, who was projected by himself, and temporarily imprisoned him in the Heavenly Punishment Palace.

After discovering that the other party was a mirage, Zhang Dongyun had an idea in his heart.

After Ao Kong is out of the customs, you can talk to him.

As for the undersea jade, it was naturally dedicated to the city lord.

...... Well, well, it's actually just left hand to right hand.

The undersea jade is extremely huge, but compared to the veins such as Mountain God Rock and Jasturite Crystal, the amount is still slightly smaller.

Of course, this thing is extremely rare, and it can be regarded as an outlier if it can produce such a large piece.

However, because the number is somewhat scarce compared to the Sanshen Rock, it is still necessary to have a plan for use.

First of all, it is natural to use it tightly for him Zhang City Lord himself to ensure that he can achieve the body of a martial emperor in the shortest possible time.

Then, consider continuing to give rewards to those who have merit in the city.

In the Daming Palace, the entire piece of undersea jade appeared in the hall where Zhang Dongyun rested every day.

The space in the hall seems to be limited, but the huge undersea jade stuffed into the mountain still looks extremely wide, and there is no feeling of congestion.

Zhang Dongyun came to the black jade, and then stretched out a palm and pressed it on the surface of the jade.

On the other side of his body, a mountain god rock appeared.

So Zhang Dongyun pressed his other hand on the mountain god rock.

Next, I saw the black jade and the surface of the mountain god rock on the side, all of which were constantly flashing with brilliance.

And Zhang Dongyun is domineering, more and more condensed, more and more refined.

Gradually, his cultivation began to undergo a qualitative change to some extent.

On the surface of the black jade, there was cold air gushing out, and then it was breathed by Zhang Dongyun, inhaled into his body, and then slowly exhaled.

The entire hall was slowly shrouded in clouds.

In the following days, Zhang Dongyun focused on his own cultivation while paying attention to his own construction tasks.

With the efforts of a large number of Confucian practitioners and even more ordinary scholars, the illiteracy rate in Chang'an City has been declining.

More and more ordinary people are beginning to learn to read and hyphenation.

As a result, their lives seem to have begun to undergo some seemingly insignificant, but in fact, far-reaching changes.

After Zhang Dongyun was practicing, he sat in the Daming Palace, his eyes scanned the entire Invincible City, and he nodded with satisfaction.

He suddenly remembered something, so his gaze swept to the location of Tingshan Academy again.

This time, he could no longer see Li Jun.

In the heart of the mind, the whereabouts of the young scholar were displayed in Zhang Dongyun's eyes.

Sure enough, Li Jun responded to the call of Chang'an City, took the initiative to leave the academy, came to the countryside, and founded a private school to teach and educate people.

He is a Confucian practitioner in the fourth realm, and although his lectures are not as effective as the great Confucians, they are also very effective.

Those who listened to his lecture were attentive and engrossed.

The teaching effect is also quite good.

Mr. Li's name has spread all over the country.

After having almost stayed in one place and taught most of the local people to read and write, Li Jun said goodbye to them and went to the next village.

Every time he left, there were children who were reluctant to give up, and there were also adults who thanked Mr. Li for his virtue and sent him all the way out of the village, and even sent him directly to his next destination.

While teaching and educating people, Li Jun also sorted out his own knowledge.

One day, after saying goodbye to his farewell villagers, he was walking in the field when suddenly thunder sounded overhead.

Li Jun stood in the mountains, looking up at the thunderclouds above, and from time to time there were flashes of lightning, and suddenly there was an emotional desire in his heart to erupt.

His literary talent suddenly rose into the sky, although it was only a faint bunch, but the brilliance was eternal.

The next moment, he felt that Wenhua's talent was precipitated in himself, and finally condensed together to form his own literary courage.

Li Jun shouted, and his voice was like thunder in the sky, full of masculine power, shocking ghosts, gods and demons.

He took one step at a time, stepped steadily in the air, and then continued to move forward, step by step into the sky.

Wenhua's talent condensed under his feet and turned into clouds.

The tongue blooms with spring thunder and the clouds are the characteristics of Confucianism's cultivation of the fifth realm, the realm of literature and courage.

Li Jun taught, felt something, broke through his own bottleneck, and the realm of Confucian cultivation suddenly rose.

He stood in mid-air, a little distracted for a moment.

After staying for a moment, he turned around and bowed three times in the direction of Tingshan:

"Dad, I will inherit your character and will. ”

After three bows, the green clouds dissipated under Li Jun's feet, he landed again, and then walked forward with his feet on the ground, and continued to hurry.

In the Daming Palace, Zhang Dongyun watched this scene quietly and nodded slightly.

He continued to scan the city.

After looking at it for a while, City Lord Zhang suddenly stared slightly.

Therefore, the land of the Tang Dynasty, at the junction of Yangning County and Yinning County, is a big river, called Ning River.

To the south of the Ning River is Yangning County, and to the north of the Ning River is Yinning County.

At this moment, the Ning River was rising, and there was a place where the river suddenly overflowed, breaking the embankment, and it was about to flood the villages by the river.

When someone in the village saw it, they hurriedly shouted warnings and beckoned everyone to leave quickly.

But the flood was so fast that the villagers didn't have time to flee in all directions.

Zhang Dongyun watched this scene and didn't make a move, because he saw someone else passing by.

These two people will definitely help each other and will not sit idly by.

Sure enough, a small man rushed out, and the golden Buddha light surged, blocking the flood rushing in front of him.

The Buddha's light stretched and changed, and soon turned into Bodhi trees, resembling a forest, blocking the flood.

When the people in the village saw this, they were amazed.

Everyone took a closer look and found that the rescuer turned out to be a young monk who looked only ten years old.

The little one's Bodhi Grove blocks the flood and diverts the flood water in other directions, temporarily avoiding the village behind the Bodhi Forest.

At this time, another man came down from heaven.

As soon as he closed his palms, the Buddha's light surged, and he actually caused the collapsed embankment gap to close again.

The villagers looked at it again, and the second person didn't look very old, only sixteen or seventeen years old.

Everyone was amazed, thinking that it was a rejuvenated immortal Buddha.

The attackers were Huiming and Yongse, two young monks.

After quelling the devastation caused by the floods, they did not intend to stay longer, but nodded to the villagers and turned away.

At this time, some villagers shouted, "Thank you, two masters!"

Hearing this, Yongse turned his head and waved at them with a smile.

But at this time, someone shouted: "What do you know, they must have been sent by the Chang'an City Lord to rescue us, and the Chang'an City Lord is God!"

After that, the man knelt directly on the ground and prayed to the heavens sincerely: "Thank you to the city lord of Chang'an for sending monks down to earth to save the suffering." ”

Yongse was stunned.

In the Daming Palace, Zhang Dongyun was also stunned.

He suddenly felt that this scene was a little familiar.

I remember that in my previous life on the Blue Star, he helped one person.

The other party did not thank him, but thanked the gods.

Someone next to you reminded that it was this young man who helped you, but the other party replied:

This young man was sent by God.

Zhang Dongyun never thought that one day, he would be sitting under his buttocks, but he would change to this appearance.

He admitted that in such a background of the world, he guided the people in Chang'an City to have a personality cult against his entire Chang'an City Lord, and from a certain point of view, he was creating gods.

Then the appearance of this scene does not seem so unexpected?

Before today, I'm afraid it had happened many times.

In the Daming Palace, Zhang Dongyun's brows furrowed slightly.

The villagers looked at the man at this time, and they were all a little flustered, and many people hurriedly followed him.

There are a few people who are a little undecided.

A person whispered, "I heard that the monk worships the Buddha......"

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted: "The Buddha is also in charge of Chang'an City!"

The villagers in the distance quarreled, and the little monk Yongse touched his bald head and looked at Monk Huiming: "Senior brother, is it the person we saved, or the person saved by the city lord of Chang'an, or the person saved by the Buddha?"

Huiming's expression was calm, and he touched the other party's little bald head: "It doesn't matter who saves people, what matters is that people are saved." ”

Yongse blinked, a little as if he didn't understand, and finally nodded: "What Senior Brother said is that I didn't think about anything else just now, I just thought about blocking the flood and saving people, and other things are really not important." ”

Monk Huiming smiled and nodded.

He looked at the villagers who were still arguing, and immediately raised his voice and said, "The city lord of Chang'an sent us." ”

The villagers over there immediately unified their opinions, and together they visited the sky and thanked the city lord of Chang'an for his rescue.

The little monk shook his head: "Senior brother, if you say this, they don't quarrel, but can everyone still see the truth and distinguish themselves?"

"Neighborly harmony and happiness may be more important to them than the truth. ”

Monk Huiming sighed: "The more places I go, the more I feel that the true self of people is different. ”