In a trance, Liu Xiu felt that the scene around her was changing, and she entered a fantasy world. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

I saw men standing around, wearing ancient robes, there were hundreds of them, as if the only one in heaven and earth, the sun and the moon were surrounded behind him, the stars were flashing overhead, and the underworld was stepping under his feet, dominating the eight directions of heaven and earth.

The medieval hundred saints have descended.

Liu Xiu was clear in his heart, and he had already understood everything.

Legend has it that when you hit the realm of Confucianism, you will enter the illusion, and a hundred saints will appear in the illusion.

The Hundred Saints will ask nine questions, and the monk Wendao will return to the nine questions of the saints.

There is no difference between high and low answers, and there is no right or wrong answer.

And different answers will condense different literary hearts.

Different answers will be rewarded differently by the saints.

"What is a saint?"

The hundred saints of the Middle Ages asked in unison.

"Saint, Tongya. A saint is a man of understanding. The saint regulates the changes in the way of heaven, regulates the changes in human ethics, the people are harmonious, and the heavens and men are one!" replied Liu Xiu.

"What is Confucianism?"

The Ancient Hundred Saints asked again.

"Confucianism is weakness, and Confucianism is stupidity. The way to understand the weak and the stupid is to understand the way of Confucianism!" Liu Xiu said, "People go to high places, and water flows to low places." Everyone pursues to become a superior person, to become a strong man, to become an emperor, and to be above all living beings. Confucianism is like flowing water, flowing to the place, nourishing the head of the Qiantou like grass mustard, and nurturing the sandy Li people!"

"All people in the world pursue wisdom and become wise, but only Confucianism strives to be stupid, to become stupid, to do what they know they can't do, to be thousands of ants, and not to avoid life and death!"

"What is the path of the Holy Path?" asked the Ancient Hundred Sages.

"The Holy Way begins with Confucianism, prospers in a hundred schools, and ends with the Dharma!" Liu Xiu said: "The path of the Holy Dao, all the saints are different, each is different, but the different paths lead to the same end, all of them are self-denial and revenge!"

The Ancient Hundred Sages asked, "I don't know how to practice martial arts, I only know how to be strong and ruthless, but I'm just a beast! Why do you practice martial arts?"

Liu Xiudao: "I practice martial arts in order to gain dignity and the right to live; I practice martial arts in order to protect those who cannot practice martial arts; and I practice martial arts in order to open up a new era with my sword!"

"Dare to ask, princes and generals, would you rather have a kind?" the Ancient Hundred Sages asked again.

"In troubled times, there will be no kind of phase, and there will be a kind of ruling the world!" Liu Xiu said lightly, "If there is a imperial examination, there will be no kind of phase; without a imperial examination, there will be a kind of phase." In most cases, there will be a species, and in a few periods, there will be no species. There will be a kind of phase, it will be the majority, and there will be no kind of the phase, it will be a minority!"

"The rivers and mountains are bloody, and the mountains and rivers need to be stained with blood, right?"

Baisheng asked again.

Liu Xiu replied: "The people have no virtue, the saints cannot be educated, blood can be edified; the people have no benevolence, the saints cannot be edified, and war can be edified; the people are despicable and lowly, the saints cannot be edified, the enemy spear can be edified; the etiquette is broken, the saints cannot be edified, only iron and blood can be edified!"

"The people are noble and gentle, right?"

Liu Xiu replied: "The people are virtuous, but the people are noble and the monarch is light; It is not the words of the saints, but the virtue of the people. If the people are virtuous, united, and dare to resist tyranny, the king is afraid of it, saying that the people are like water, the king is like a boat, and the water can carry a boat or overturn a boat. If the people are not virtuous, they will be scattered, and they will be powerless to resist tyranny. The people are as weak as pigs and sheep, powerless to resist tyranny. Those who rebelled against tyranny were killed, and those who obeyed survived. The people are like cattle and sheep, people are swords, I am fish and meat, naturally the people are noble and the people are light!"

"The Twelve Laws of Virtue, Benevolence, Righteousness, Courtesy, Wisdom, Faithfulness, Loyalty, Filial Piety, Piety, Temperance, Forgiveness, Courage, and Concession!

Baisheng asked again.

What are the 12 Laws of Morality?

Different people have different choices, some are benevolence, some are righteousness, some are loyalty, and some are filial piety...... Different people have different personalities and different choices.

Liu Xiu replied: "The Twelve Laws of Virtue, courage is the first! Without courage, those who cannot keep virtue, those who adhere to virtue are killed, and the rest are all those who are not virtuous; without courage, many people will give up virtue in order to make a living!"

"One last question?" Baisheng asked again, "The way of the jungle, right?"

"The weak eat the strong, for the way of the beast, and help the weak and the poor, for humanity." Wild and humane are like one yin and one yang, merging with each other. Man is first and foremost a beast, and then a man, so he must first learn the way of the beast and understand that the weak eat the strong in order to survive, but in order to survive better, in order to unite with each other, humanity is needed. The way of the beast is infallible, and the wrong thing is that it is useful!"

Liu Xiu said leisurely.

"It's like some saint families, geniuses can't be born in the family at all, geniuses have just been born, but they were killed by their own people, so they don't pick up the green and yellow, gnaw on the old book to make a living, and it's declining!"

Nine questions are over!

Whoa!

The surrounding scene was shattered like a mirror.

Liu Xiu opened his eyes, and saw that in the sea of knowledge, Wenxin appeared, and Wenxin contained Wenqi in his heart, and at this moment he had achieved great Confucianism.

Great Confucianism, the first realm.

Hula!

At this time, Liu Xiu felt a large number of memories, like a tide, into his mind, and these memories were the memory inheritance of the saint.

The torch is passed down from generation to generation, and the lights are never extinguished.

Legend has it that advanced Confucianism will experience the nine questions of the sage, and after experiencing the nine questions of the sage, the sage will choose the right person according to the answer, and pass on some memories to the Confucian.

With these memories, Confucianism is equivalent to standing on the shoulders of a saint, able to stand higher and see farther.

These memories contain alchemy, talisman making, formation, divination, feng shui, miscellaneous news, cultivation perceptions, etc., these memories are like a tide, pouring into Liu Xiu's mind, and suddenly, Liu Xiu feels that his brain seems to be bursting, there are too many memories, and he has exceeded the limit of his own bearing.

The Hundred Sages of the Middle Ages, dominating an era, each saint is the pride of the sky, all are erudite and talented, and they have experienced many things in their lives.

Suddenly, blood flowed from Liu Xiu's mouth and nose, and his soul was about to be completely torn into pieces.

At this time, these memories were condensed, compressed, and turned into runes, sealed in the depths of the Sea of Knowledge, and with the improvement of cultivation, these memories would gradually break.

Closing his eyes, Liu Xiu recalled these memory inheritances, as if he had personally experienced everything flying, as if he had experienced the reincarnation of a hundred generations, the vicissitudes of a hundred generations, and opened his eyes again, Liu Xiu's eyes had more vicissitudes and more years of precipitation, as if an old monster was reincarnated.

"The memory inheritance of saints is like the reincarnation of a hundred generations...... It seems that this saint reward is a bit too much!"

Liu Xiu thought.

After receiving the memory inheritance of the saint, can he bear it? )