Just when "he" was full of piety and prostrated vigorously.

The huge bronze statue that was three or four feet high bloomed with extremely dazzling brilliance!

The entire hall was incomparably brighter, far better than the palm fire that Ling Zhenshi used to illuminate.

Counting the Fei people, there were four people in total, and they were all surprised.

Under the gaze of four pairs of eyes, a man bathed in a faint golden light walked out of the bronze statue.

With a very steady attitude, he came to the front of the four of them.

The man was tall, with extremely broad shoulders and a neck stretched forward, somewhat slightly hunched.

The upper body is long and the lower body is short.

The arms naturally droop over the knees.

The facial features are blurred due to the light, and it is impossible to see really.

The clothes are very formal.

The man stood in front of the futon and waved his arm lightly at the see-through guy who was kneeling on the ground.

The wide sleeves blow over your head like a breeze.

Fei Ren suddenly felt a blank in front of him, and the heavens and the earth seemed to be reduced to nothing at this moment.

Suddenly, an unusually clear sight appeared in front of his eyes.

Under the tree, there are 3,000 students who bow their heads and listen.

The gentleman scolded his lover for sleeping during the day, and the rotten wood could not be carved.

and a group of disciples resisted the new coup d'état law and attacked with drums.

It is said that Ji's eight dances are in the court, is it tolerable, which is unbearable?

Tell but don't do, believe and be ancient, stealing from the hundred-year-old Peng.

Hearing the sound of Wucheng's string song, he was full of joy and relief, and laughed and said "Cutting chickens with a knife"?

I used to eat and sleep all day long, and I knew that the only way to learn was to learn.

Lifelong tolerance and sincerity, with good thoughts, self-respect and responsibility to others.

Adhere to morality, rather suffer from poverty, and regard ill-gotten gains as loess clouds.

Learn and teach people tirelessly, threesome, there must be my teacher.

Pay attention to ethics, pay attention to conduct, have a clear conscience, do not worry or fear.

is still modest, too much, polite and then gentleman.

When Kuang people were surrounded halfway, he excused others for his own crimes.

was mocked by Chu Mad with Feng Ge, and wanted to talk to him but couldn't get it.

Because of the unfortunate early death of his beloved disciple, he raised his head and wailed, saying "Heaven mourns".

Knowing that the harsh government is fiercer than the tiger in the mountains, he has spent his life implementing benevolent government.

Running around preaching, whining, panicking like a lost dog.

The way is not known, may he float on the sea one day.

There are all kinds of forests, and the Fei people are shocked beyond measure.

At this time, a meek and humble voice sounded in my ears: "Would you like to come into my door?" ”

When Fei Ren saw the long-admired Wensheng Confucius, he trembled with excitement and said incoherently: "I, I...... At...... Next...... Willing to worship under the door of the gentleman! ”

"Haha, okay, hahaha!"

Confucius laughed heartily.

Qiu Jin's eyes were round, looking up at the neatly dressed man in front of him, whose whole body was bathed in golden light, and asked with rare humility, "Is the old gentleman really the founder of Confucianism a thousand years ago?" ”

"I can't call it the word 'founding', I'm just doing my best to spread the etiquette of Duke Zhou."

"Juniors don't mean to offend, just ......"

Qiu Jin said solemnly, "According to the history books, Mr. died a thousand years ago!" ”

Confucius laughed again, "Yes, my physical body has indeed been shattered thousands of years ago, and now, I am living in the world with a wisp of primordial spirit. ”

"I don't know who killed Mr.?"

Qiu Jin asked in a calm voice.

The master pondered for a long time and replied, "The one who harms me is the saint of the four religions of Mo, Fa, Bing, and Yin and Yang. ”

The throughput is clear, and the words are like thunder.

The Confucian sage said slowly: "Just because several of my proud disciples have gone before me, the saints of the four sects have taken advantage of the fact that I have not yet set up a successor, gathered the four cultivators, and joined forces to destroy my physical body, in order to divide up my Confucian 'qi'...... Although my physical body was completely destroyed, I was fortunate to have saved part of the remnants of the primordial spirit, and I did not lose much of my qi. ”

"How can there be such a thing?!"

Qiu Jin said indignantly, "They still dare to call themselves 'saints', this is not clearly a robber!" ”

"After the plot of the four saints to 'share the spoils' was shattered, the four of them all wanted to control and possess my Yuan Shen in order to enjoy Confucian righteousness alone. In order not to be discovered by them, I had to guard this great qi alone, hiding in the heavens and the earth, like a lost dog......"

Feiren has been kneeling on the ground, hearing this, he couldn't bear it anymore, slammed his fist on the bluestone ground, lowered his voice and scolded: "Damn!" ”

The Confucian Wensheng, who was covered in golden light, continued: "When I hid for more than a hundred years, the Mo family first gave up the pursuit of me; Three hundred years later, the soldiers no longer bothered me; By about 600 years, the Legalists had stopped looking for my hiding place. Among the four sects, only the descendants of the Yin and Yang family, who are proficient in foreign arts, are determined that my primordial spirit is still in the world, and they are unwilling to give up, and to this day, they are still constantly inspecting my whereabouts......"

"Too much deception!"

Qiu Jin said angrily, "It's been a thousand years, and you haven't let go of your mouth, it's the eighth king!" ”

Confucius sighed lightly, "For a thousand years, the four religions have been passed down from generation to generation, and the fire is vigorous, but only Confucianism has produced some powerless scholars, and the root cause lies all in me." ”

This holy teacher, who is worshiped by all the scholars in the world, suddenly raised his voice and said in a shocking voice: "The unique qi of Confucianism is also known as 'Haoran righteousness', and I alone occupy ninety percent of the world's Haoran qi!" I, Kongqiu, am ashamed of the world's readers! ”

Fei Ren waved his hand again and again, and said very eagerly: "Sir, don't say that, if it weren't for your insistence, the righteousness of Confucianism would have been robbed by other teachings!" ”

The Confucian saint silently looked at the Fei man on the ground, and suddenly said: "I, I can't hold it anymore!" ”

In his words, there was an indescribable sense of exhaustion.

"How, how could it be ......"

Fei Ren trembled in disbelief.

"I have enjoyed the number of teachings, and I have been able to stay between heaven and earth for a long time, and I will not die. But even then, a thousand years is almost the limit. How many people in this world can live for a thousand years? ”

Kong Qiu sighed, "Now my Yuan Shen is getting weaker and weaker day by day, not only is there a possibility of extinction at any time, but even the ability to conceal qi is getting worse and worse. Once the descendants of the Yin and Yang family find out my traces, they will definitely rush to come and swear not to stop if they don't embezzle all the righteousness of Confucianism! Alas, I had already prepared to dissipate the Yuan Shen on my own, and disperse the qi into the world, although it was inevitable to be plundered by others, but it was better than being robbed by the Yin and Yang family...... Until you appeared, things changed again. ”

The saint raised his hand, which glowed with a faint golden light, and pointed it at the Fei Man who was kneeling on the futon.

Fei was shocked, "What...... What? ”

Confucian Confucius said in a gentle tone, "You are a thousand-year-old spirit stone cultivation of the body, the mood is harmonious, flawless, and then because of the influence of Confucianism, you have made a grand will, and today you are willing to enter my door." In this world, is there anyone more suitable than you to inherit my Confucian spirit? ”

Fei Ren almost didn't react for a moment.

The Holy Master, who had filled the heavens, the earth and the world, with a great aura, bent down slightly and said to the jade spirit kneeling in front of him: "You are the best preacher in the thousands of years of Confucianism! ”