Ye Wuwu on the side looked at the scene in front of him, his eyes were full of shock.

It took him a long time before he came to his senses and said in surprise to the middle-aged scribe in front of him.

"Brother Wang, what are you...... Sanctified? ”

Wang Yuanming's face was calm, his eyes were clear at the moment, and he smiled, but he didn't say anything.

He stepped out.

The figure of a middle-aged scribe appeared in the room at this moment.

His gaze looked at the disciples who had fallen to the ground without a sound, and after a slight groan, he waved his hand slightly.

Wisps of black aura emerged from those disciples' bodies and dissipated with them.

Several disciples let out a somewhat painful cry at this moment, and their breath gradually calmed down.

But there were still a few disciples, and they were still lying on the ground at the moment, without a sound.

A slight fluctuation flashed in Wang Yuanming's calm eyes.

He walked out of the house and came to the courtyard, looked at Ye Wuwu, who was standing on the side with a shocked face, and bowed slightly.

"Brother Ye, thank you this time."

Ye Wuwu coughed lightly, did not speak, and waved his hand.

This is the second time he has seen this scene, but he is still a little surprised and doesn't know what to say.

Wang Yuanming didn't wait for Ye Wuwu's words at this moment, thought about it, and said with a smile.

"Brother Ye has anything you want to do, or what you want? Or do you have any wishes? ”

Hearing this, Ye Wuwu was stunned for a moment, then reacted and nodded subconsciously.

My own Buddha bone relics, this trip consumes a lot.

Although I don't know what the situation of Brother Wang in front of me is now, but he is obviously a big guy, so it's not too much to ask for a baby, right?

Ye Wuwu thought about it, took out the brocade box containing the Buddha's bone relics, and gently opened it in front of Wang Yuanming.

A ray of Buddha light quietly bloomed in the night, and together with the white pillar of light full of righteousness, it seemed to be somewhat intertwined.

He asked tentatively.

"Do you have any way to add to this?"

Wang Yuanming's eyes flashed with brilliance at this moment, and his eyes carefully looked at the Buddha bone relics in the brocade box.

It took a long time for him to let out an exclamation.

"It turned out to be a Buddha bone relic, no wonder it contains the avenue, I have also been to the Buddha Palace to seek Taoism before, and now it seems that I have underestimated the Buddha Gate."

He looked at Ye Wuwu again and said with a smile.

"After all, the Tao is not of the same origin, this relic is special, I can't add it, but I can give you the rest."

Ye Wuwu put away the brocade box, his eyes full of anticipation.

With a slight wave of Wang Yuanming's right hand, a small object broke out of the window in the room and fell into his hand.

Ye Wuwu looked at it fixedly, but saw that it was an inkstone.

An inkstone in a pen, ink, paper, inkstone.

Wang Yuanming's eyes were strange at the moment, and the inkstone in his hand suddenly shone with wisps of light at this moment.

On it, two words suddenly appeared at this moment, from the heart.

Wang Yuanming gently handed it with his right hand, and the inkstone arrived in front of Ye Wuwu and was taken by Ye Wuwu.

Ye Wuwu's eyes were a little strange at this moment.

He looked at the inkstone in his hand, and then looked at Wang Yuanming, who was smiling at the moment, and pondered for a long time before speaking.

"This ...... Inkstone, what is the purpose......"

He muttered a little in his heart, Cangyangcuo became a Buddha in one fell swoop, and left a relic for himself after ascending.

But why was Brother Wang so stingy, so he gave himself an inkstone?

Wang Yuanming saw Ye Wuwu's expression at this moment, smiled slightly, seemed to guess what the other party was thinking, and chuckled.

"This thing is not as simple as you think, and it is not much different from that relic."

Ye Wuwu's expression was solemn at this moment, he solemnly put away the inkstone, and then coughed lightly.

"It doesn't matter, we people in the rivers and lakes rely on ourselves to do things, and we don't rely much on the power of external objects."

But then as he spoke, Ye Wuwu himself was a little unconvinced.

Wang Yuanming smiled a little helplessly, turned around, and didn't look at Ye Wuwu again.

He raised his head slightly, and then immediately bowed his head slightly, and suddenly bowed to the heavens and the earth.

Wang Yuanming opened his mouth lightly, his tone was flat, but his voice was like a bell, resounding between heaven and earth.

"Confucian scholar Wang Yuanming, I ask heaven and earth to open a line and return my disciple's three souls and seven spirits."

Ye Wuwu's eyes suddenly showed an incredible look.

After the miasma dissipated, although he did not enter the door, he also noticed that the breath of several scholars in the room slowly calmed down, but there were still a few people who still did not wake up.

Their lives are gone.

What is Wang Yuanming going to do now?

Though...... If you really become a saint and achieve a literary saint, why do you change your life against the sky?

Ye Wuwu didn't know, and he couldn't guess, so he could only quietly watch the development of the situation.

Above the sky, there was no response, and Wang Yuanming's words did not receive the slightest response.

Wang Yuanming's expression was flat, and he spoke to heaven and earth alone.

"If my disciple can't wake up, Wang Yuanming will abolish the cultivation of the saint, and personally cut off the luck of Confucianism and Taoism for a hundred years, so that there will always be one less Confucian saint today, and the same will be true for the next hundred years."

Ye Wuwu's heart jumped when he heard this.

Is this arguing with heaven and earth?

In heaven and earth, there was finally a response at this moment.

A voice came from above the Nine Heavens, and the voice was extremely angry.

"Wang Yuanming, you are a saint born with good luck, you should know that the destiny of heaven is difficult to disobey, how dare you do such a rebellious thing!"

There is a legend of immortals.

Wang Yuanming smiled lightly and said.

"Why wouldn't Wang Yuanming dare?"

"I learned the Tao with my heart, so I have such a realm, and everything I do is from the heart."

There was only an angry shout from the sky, and there was no more speech.

Wang Yuanming's expression was calm, his eyes looked at the sky, and there was a glimmer of light in his eyes.

It seemed that he could see everything, to see what was above the dome.

He was waiting, waiting for a response.

But it didn't wait.

His eyes closed slightly, and he bowed to the world around him again.

Immediately, he spoke again.

With his words, a pillar of light lit up from him, and the pillar of light was as thick as a mountain, reaching straight into the sky, as if connecting this piece of heaven and earth, and opening up the immortals.

He looked pleading, and said word by word.

"Confucian Wang Yuanming, here I beg heaven and earth to be gracious."

"From now on, I will set my heart for heaven and earth."

"Make a life for the people."

"For the sake of the saints, continue to learn."

"Open peace for the world."

The words of the sage came out of Wang Yuanming's mouth, resounding throughout the entire valley and the entire Miaojiang.

In the Xishu Imperial Palace, there was an ancient bell in the Qin Heavenly Prison, which suddenly sounded at this moment.

The sound of bells resounded throughout the palace.

Li Jin was standing in an attic at the moment, followed by Li An, the prince of Xishu.

Hearing this bell at this moment, Li An looked puzzled, as if he didn't know what was going on.

But Li Jin's eyes were shining brightly.

Immediately afterward, he laughed heartily.

A black shadow quietly appeared in front of Li Jin at this moment, bowed lightly, and then spoke respectfully.

"Congratulations to Your Majesty, after a hundred years in the world, there will finally be a Confucian saint in Xishu."

(End of chapter)