Recognized by millions of people, the words of Confucianism and Taoism chanted by Confucius seemed to have undergone some kind of change, and there was a golden light flowing between each text, becoming sacred and abnormal.

This golden light is nothing else, but the faith of all beings, like luck, it is something ethereal but real.

The gods of the heavenly court have the ability to gather faith, and occasionally appear in the world to make the human race believe.

Finally, Confucius stopped reading, and in the midst of the rippling purple sea, the words of Lifu echoed between heaven and earth: "I, the teacher of the human race, Confucius, have established a Confucian school here today, set up a master, and preach Confucianism and Taoism. ”

"Boom ......"

There was a thunder in the heavens and the earth, but it was not the thunder of destruction, but more like a celebration of the establishment of the Confucian and Taoist schools.

"Huh!"

In the chaos, Pangu still floated in it, constantly thinking about himself.

But he suddenly noticed something, and his divine sense looked inward, and he saw the situation of the Confucian school.

"Confucianism? This seems to be beneficial to me. Frowning, Pangu didn't know why, but he actually felt that if the Confucian Tao could spread in his body, it would definitely have unimaginable benefits for himself.

After thinking for a moment, Pangu spoke directly, and the muddy voice instantly entered the flood wilderness: "From now on, Kong Qiu is the Confucian saint, and all living beings in the flood wilderness need to perform the gift of a saint when they see it!"

Pangu's voice spread all over the wilderness, causing surprise from all sides, even Heavenly Dao Li Cang also condensed the slightly chubby body of Yue Lei Ming, with a slightly surprised look on his face.

Pangu set aside him and directly gave Confucius the status of a saint, which shows that the position of Confucius as a saint is not under his control, and he has the right to be a saint, overlooking all living beings, but he is not bound by the way of heaven, what a privilege this is.

"Twenty years later, heaven and earth will rearrange the holy position, and all quasi-saint realms can participate in the battle for the holy position, refill the nine saints, assist the Heavenly Emperor to enforce the law, and supervise heaven and earth. ”

It's just that before he was surprised, Pangu's voice resounded through the wilderness again, and he directly proposed to rearrange the holy position.

As soon as these words came out, a trace of bitterness appeared on Na Li Cang's face.

Rearrange the holy position, he also wanted to, but now everything in Hongjun has not been refined by him, and he can't interfere with the four holy thrones that died, if he forcibly throws away the four groups of Hongmeng purple qi, he will only create four more saints controlled by Hongjun, and then Hongjun will definitely resurrect and regain nearly half of the power of heaven and earth, although he will not directly break free from the shackles, but he will not let him refine everything for his own use.

As if sensing his thoughts, in the chaos, Pangu stretched out his hand and gently touched his lower abdomen, and his own infinite divine power surged, surrounding Li Cang and helping him refine Hongjun.

In an instant, Hongjun, who had been suppressed and refined by Li Cang, let out an unwilling roar, and everything he had in his body was passing rapidly, heading towards Li Cang.

When Li Cang regains everything on Hongjun's body, that is, when Hongjun completely disappears, the Hongmeng purple qi of the four saints will also return to Li Cang's grasp.

Li Cang hurriedly withdrew the phantom, not paying attention to the flood wilderness, and devoting himself to refining Hongjun.

And the desolate creatures are completely boiled, especially the major quasi-saints, and even the peak of Da Luo.

Many of them have limited qualifications, and at such a point that they will no longer be able to cultivate an inch in the slightest, unless they gather their luck or gather a large amount of faith power.

But if the protagonist of the human race is the human race today, the great Zhou of the human race, one day punishes the saint, Yi Yao of the mixed Yuan Realm, a human emperor comparable to the peak of the quasi-saint, few people will believe in foreign immortals, even if it is the heavenly court, the power of faith has decreased a lot now, not to mention some other monks.

In this case, if you want to make a breakthrough in 20 years and meet the requirements for ascending to the Holy Throne, you can only gather your luck.

Thinking of this, the eyes of some monks flashed with essence, and they moved to think that the flood just after the catastrophe was about to fall into another turmoil.

Even the Demon Emperor Lu Jian was sitting and lying on the Sun Star at this moment, letting the Sun True Fire wander around him, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he moved the mind of the Holy Throne.

"Father, uncle, my mixed yuan cultivation can't help you reunite your body, but I don't know if the holy position is possible, since the heaven and earth will be rearranged in twenty years, this emperor will choose a credible quasi-holy demon, transfer the demon clan's luck to him, let him achieve the holy position, and come here to help you be reborn. ”

The sun around it was really flying, and it seemed to be responding to the land pressure.

Lu Jian smiled gently, flew away from the Sun Star, glanced at the Taiyin Star affectionately, and then returned to the desolate land.

On the North Sea, Kunpeng has long left here and returned to the demon clan, and after being consecrated as a god, this place is guarded by Shen Gongbao.

Although Shen Gongbao committed a lot of sins, he finally contributed to the catastrophe of heaven and earth, and divided the merits of the gods, and his cultivation broke through the peak of Daluo, and he was only one step away from achieving the position of quasi-saint.

For that holy position, he also has a peeping heart, but it is indeed not so easy to break through this last step to become a quasi-saint, and if the opportunity is not reached, I am afraid that it will be difficult to surpass it in hundreds of millions of years.

If you want to achieve quasi-sainthood, then you can only gather your luck.

Although Pangu did not explicitly say how to choose the position of a saint twenty years later, the threshold of the quasi-saint was directly thrown in front of all sentient beings, and he did not enter the quasi-saint, and he was not even qualified to compete for the position of saint.

Turning his head, Shen Gongbao glared coldly at the scrawny old man behind him, but he suddenly had some thoughts in his heart.

Stepping forward, he said to the old man who was almost only a skeleton left: "Jiang Ziya, for the sake of you and I who were once senior brothers, I will give you a chance to recultivate the Immortal Dao, how about you use the skills you learned from the Yuan Shi Tianzun to gather my luck for me and help me achieve quasi-sainthood?"

"If you can help me achieve quasi-sainthood, or even ascend to the position of saint, I will continue your vitality, reconnect the meridians, and let you re-embark on the immortal path. ”

The scrawny old man is naturally Jiang Ziya, who has been abolished and cultivated as the foundation all his life.

Although it was already clear that Yuan Shi Tianzun asked Jiang Ziya to preside over the gods, he just used him as cannon fodder for sacrifice, but Shen Gongbao just saw that he was unhappy and directly brought him to Beihai.

However, he didn't torture Jiang Ziya too much, because he knew that the loss of mana was already the biggest torture for Jiang Ziya, and he only needed to look at Jiang Ziya, so that he couldn't die happily, it was already the biggest torture for him.

But when he heard the news of the rearrangement of saints at this moment, he wanted to use what Jiang Ziya had learned in his life to help him gather his luck and break through the quasi-saint.

Even if there is abundant spiritual energy in the world and the law is revealed, he has found his own way, which is bad luck.

He has preliminarily mastered this path and comprehended some law power, which can ensure that he and the people around him are not affected by this bad luck, but although he is only a fraction away from breaking through, he is extremely far away.

And for something like achieving a saint and ascending to heaven in one step, he naturally wants to fight for it.

The skinny Jiang Ziya opened his two eyes that were almost only sockets, stared at Shen Gongbao, and a hoarse voice came out: "Hmph, you are jealous, you will be revenged, and your heart is vicious, how can I believe you?"

Although he was counting Shen Gongbao's no, there was a slight throbbing flash behind the terrifying eye sockets, rebuilding the immortal road means that he can continue to live, he can live, who wants to die?

"Hahahaha!"

Shen Gongbao smiled, laughing so wildly.

"Jiang Ziya, you say that I am vicious, yes, I admit that I Shen Gongbao did misbehave, but at least when the world was in calamity, I stood up and stood on the side of the flood famine, and what about you? Where were you during the flood disaster?"

"Oh, that's right, you're presiding over the canonization of gods, but the saint of your family has directly become a catastrophe of the flood famine, and wants to devour all beings in the desolation. ”

Shen Gongbao said with a weird smile on his face.

"And do you have a choice, help me, if I succeed, you have a chance to live, if you don't want to, with your current situation, I'm afraid that in five years at most, your soul will definitely return to the underworld, drink a bowl of Meng Po soup, and your body will be reincarnated, and you will no longer be you." ”

Jiang Ziya's eyes shrank.

Although he wanted to be liberated countless times, once he died, he would feel resentful every time he was stopped by Shen Gongbao.

But is he really willing to die?

Shen Gongbao is right, after reincarnation, will he still be him?

Gritted his teeth, and finally Jiang Ziya still said hoarsely: "Okay, I'll help you, I hope you can talk and count." ”

The corners of Shen Gongbao's mouth rose, and a mana was injected into Jiang Ziya's body, restoring some vitality to Jiang Ziya's aging body.

......

Western Spirit Mountain.

A golden light galloped forward, it was Shakyamuni who had returned from Kyushu.

Hearing Pangu's words, Shakyamuni stopped and looked up at the void.

"Holy throne? I, Shakyamuni, will get one of them!"

If Buddhism wants to rise, sanctification is an indispensable thing, and if Buddhism can't have a saint to suppress the formation, after all, it has to look at the face of the East.

Once upon a time, when the two saints of the West were still there, although the West could not set foot in the East, how could they have lived as aggrieved as they did now?

The golden light flickered, and Shakyamuni stepped into the spiritual mountain and began to retreat.

......

Inside the academy, the purple qi of Confucianism and Taoism still floated throughout the academy space, but in the academy space, the few people who ran the lamp were short of breath and their eyes widened.

What did they hear?

Kong Qiu was first named the teacher of the human race by the emperor, and this identity was already comparable to the god of justice, but considering Kong Qiu's strength in breaking through the Mixed Yuan Realm and the mysteries of Confucianism and Taoism, everyone also took it for granted.

But at this moment, Kong Qiu was proclaimed the saint of Confucius by Pangu, the lord of the desolate world, and all living beings need to perform the rites of a saint when they see it.

"I've seen Sage Kong!"

Not daring to slack off, the Burning Lamp, the Nine-Tailed Fox, and the Bauhinia Dragon King hurriedly bowed down and bowed, and performed the saint salute.

Although the people in the academy did not know why, it seemed that the teacher of the human race in front of him had become a saint, so he naturally followed and worshipped.

"You don't have to be polite, please get up quickly. Kong Qiu laughed, and the purple qi of Confucianism and Taoism surged, and helped everyone including Taishang Laojun and Lingbao Tianzun up, and said to millions of people: "I have been named the teacher of the human race by His Majesty the Emperor, and in the future, the human race will tell me not to perform the rites of a saint. ”

"Yes, Master Confucius!" everyone shouted in unison.

From the initial curiosity to the 100% belief and recognition of Kongqiu, Confucianism and Taoism have taken deep root in the hearts of the people of Chaoge, and they only need to continue to guide them to grow a towering tree.

The opening ceremony of the Confucian school continued, but the school was not affected by the rearrangement of the holy throne, at least not on the surface.

Confucius began to select the first disciples of Confucianism, this class of disciples is very important, in the future, they have to serve as masters, for Confucius to teach Confucianism, Taoism, preaching the human race.

Therefore, the selection of this class of disciples must be rigorous, and it is not okay if the understanding is poor.

Bo Yi Kao stuffed the three disciples to Kong Qiu, and chatted with Taishang Laojun.

"I don't know how the Tao Te Ching of the Taishang Daoist is prepared?" Bo Yi Kao asked the Taishang Laojun with a mysterious smile.

"Huh?" Taishang Laojun showed a trace of puzzlement and a hint of vigilance on his face.

He wondered how the human emperor knew that he had compiled the Tao Te Ching, which could not have been known by anyone except for the dead body and the other two incarnations.

"Fellow Daoists don't have to wonder, this king has his own means, now humanity has been broken, scattered heaven and earth, when there are hundreds of ways to benefit the human race, Taoism should be one of them. Bo Yi Kao smiled and waved his hand to signal Taishang Laojun to relax, and continued.