The sea of rules, the place of the Confucian avenue!

Mulberry Avenue is somewhat different from other avenues, but next to Mulberry Avenue, there is a strong and righteous atmosphere that is so thick that it becomes a fog.

Rolling Haoran righteousness, covering a wide range, it is shocking and inexplicable.

The mulberry avenue looks like it grows out of the fog. No rhizomes in sight!

Around the Mulberry Avenue, there was a group of Confucian disciples, but no one could enter the foggy area.

At this moment, a group of Confucian disciples surrounded the bottom, where Confucius was in harmony.

Confucius sat cross-legged on a tree trunk in the avenue of mulberry trees.

His eyes were closed, motionless.

"Patriarch Zhongni!" the Dharma ministers exclaimed.

However, Confucius never woke up.

After all, this is the world of the Dharma Phase, which is not like the external ontology, which has strong emotional feelings, but the Dharma Aspect is more rational. I didn't cry, but I just felt that the problem was cumbersome.

"Zilu, Zixia, the master is gone!" said a law minister bitterly.

A group of Confucius disciples surrounded Confucius's Faxiang, and their faces were extremely ugly.

"It was Sun Wu who killed it, Jiang Tai also had a share! My body is already angry at this moment, and I want to be inseparable from the soldiers!" one of the law ministers said in a deep voice.

"So is my being!"

"The patriarch is great, and the Confucian students in the world are full of sorrow!"

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All the Dharma Ministers around him surrounded him, looking at Confucius's Dharma Ministers not moving, all of them showed a deep melancholy expression.

At this moment, two more huge Fa phases came up.

These two dharmas are different from the others, and each has followers behind them.

"Mencius!Xunzi!" a Confucius disciple frowned.

Xunzi is a law-like man, but he is an old man in a white robe, the old man has an indifferent expression, white hair and white eyebrows. Although it is not a Confucian giant, but Confucianism and Taoism are profound, and the branch of Xunzi Avenue is even more stout, connected to the main trunk of Confucius, and it is not weak Confucius's main trunk.

With the fall of Confucius, the main trunk of Confucius collapsed and withered for a while, and the branches of Xunzi became more and more obvious.

Xunzi walked in front of Confucius.

Xunzi's Dharma Xiang placed his right hand on the top of Confucius's head. Closed his eyes slightly, as if sensing something.

Mencius looked at it, but exhaled lightly.

Suddenly, Xunzi's eyes opened, his hand was released from Confucius's forehead, and he turned to look at the Dharma Ministers.

"Confucius is gone, but his soul is still there, reincarnated. Don't worry, in a few years, when Confucius reincarnated and re-realized Confucianism, at that time, this Dharma image will be reawakened!" Xunzi said.

"Really?" shouted Confucius and the other disciples.

In the real world, the seventy-two disciples of Confucius all showed ecstasy.

Some of the disciples almost fainted from crying, how could the master be down?

What a great news it is to be able to wake up now.

Rules in the sea.

"Xunzi, my essence, let me be grateful to you!" a Confucius disciple bowed respectfully.

"Xunzi, my essence, I also make me grateful to you!"

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One after another Confucius disciples bowed to Xunzi.

Xunzi Faxiang shook his head: "The person who should be thanked should not be me, but Mencius!"

"Huh?" everyone was at a loss.

"Confucius this time, trapped in Sun Wu's mound, as soon as he entered the Taoist realm, his soul could not escape, Confucius may have been destroyed, but Mencius invited Jiang Tai, let Jiang Tai persuade Sun Wu, although he also killed Confucius, but let Confucius's soul reincarnate, and in the future, if you don't die, you can see Confucius again. Therefore, the person you should be thankful for should be Mencius!" Xunzi looked at Mencius.

"Thank you Meng Sheng!" a group of Confucius disciples bowed respectfully to Mencius.

Mencius shook his head: "You don't need to thank me, this may be the last time I will participate in Confucianism and Taoism!"

"Oh?" Xunzi showed a hint of confusion.

"I have promised Jiang Tai that I will join the Buddhist family!" said Mencius solemnly.

"What?" all the Confucian disciples exclaimed.

Even Xunzi showed a look of surprise.

"How can it be? Jiang Tai is the murderer who killed the giant, Meng Sheng, how can you throw yourself into the thief gate?" Yan Hui's law minister exclaimed.

Xunzi said in a deep voice: "Mencius, you are different from other Confucian disciples, you are a Confucian sage, you know my Confucian situation, how can you ......?"

Mencius nodded and said, "Xun Sheng, don't worry, I have already told Jiang Tai that I will not reveal anything about Confucianism, and in the future, I will never be an enemy of Confucianism!"

"That's not okay!" Yan Hui's Fa Xiang exclaimed.

Xunzi frowned and said, "Don't make noise, listen to Mencius!"

Mencius nodded: "Xun Sheng, you know the importance of the patriarch to Confucianism, this time, if I don't agree to Jiang Tai's request, Jiang Tai will not be able to persuade Sun Wu to release the soul of the patriarch." I promised Jiang Tai that I would join the Buddhist family with my great way, and the Buddhist family would not be destroyed, and I would always be a disciple of the Buddhist family, just to save the soul of Confucius and repay the teacher's kindness!"

After Mencius finished speaking, all the Confucian disciples fell silent.

At this moment, no one blamed Mencius anymore. Mencius joined the Buddhist family in order to save Confucius.

Meng Sheng, congratulations on your higher enlightenment and understanding the realm of sacrificing one's life for righteousness!" Xun Zi congratulated.

Mencius nodded: "Those who are not the masters of the sect are inherently dead, or heavier than Mount Tai, or lighter than Hongmao, the righteousness of the teacher's grace is heavier than that of Wanshan, I am kind for this, this righteousness, I can choose to give up a qiē!"

The Confucian disciples were silent again.

"Mencius, are you saying that as long as the Buddhism family is not destroyed, you are a disciple of the Buddhism family, and once the Buddhism family is destroyed, you will return?" Yan Hui's Dharma Minister asked.

Mencius nodded: "I have Confucianism in my heart, and I am Confucianism everywhere! If the Buddhist family perishes, I will come back!"

"That's good, Mencius Gaoyi, we are all grateful, and the ontology Yan Hui promised Meng Sheng that in the coming day, he will destroy the Buddha family and take Meng Sheng's return!" Yan Hui's Dharma said solemnly.

Mencius nodded.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, on the Confucian Avenue, the huge branch where Mencius was located suddenly broke open.

A huge mulberry branch, detached from the mulberry tree.

"Ladies and gentlemen, Jiang Tai has not destroyed the body of Confucius, and has been escorted back to his hometown, if you wish, you can go to his funeral, but you can't go there. Take care, everybody!" Mencius said.

After Mencius finished speaking, he slowly flew away with his huge tree branches into the distance.

Behind Mencius, however, there were fifty Dharma Ministers, all of whom were followers of Mencius.

Wherever Mencius went, the fifty followers followed closely.

"Master, which direction are we heading?" one of the followers asked.

"Buddhism Bian Que, open the secret realm of heaven and earth to my body, I already know the direction, come with me!" Mencius explained.

"Directions, since the directions have appeared, why don't you let the Confucian Avenue go and destroy the Buddhist Avenue and annex it?" the disciple Fa Xiang wondered.

Mencius shook his head: "People can't stand without faith, my Confucianism and Taoism, faith and righteousness come first!"

"Yes!" the disciples nodded, and said no more.

Ji surname clan. The top of a mountain.

King Chu Zhao stood in front of Zhu Rong, and there was another man in front of Zhu Rong.

"Master, that's the news from Senior Brother, there's no big movement!" the man said with a frown.

"Impossible, Confucius died so lightly? at least let me know who else is behind him, right?" Zhu Rong said with a gloomy face.

"No, but there is news from Yingdu, it seems that Yan Hui was first grief-stricken, and then his face was ecstatic, and he said, 'It's okay, Shizun has been reincarnated, he can still live, he can still live!'" The man said.

"Sun Wu's mound, that's the Dao realm, if Confucius dies, he should be destroyed, unless, Sun Wu did it on purpose?" Zhu Rong's eyes narrowed.

"By the way, Mencius seems to be in the Great Leiyin Temple, maybe because of Mencius?" said King Chu Zhao's expression.

"No, Jiang Tai's will, Sun Wu's will, it is impossible to make such a mistake, they must know something, know what Confucius has behind it! Damn, what is it?" Zhu Rong said with a gloomy face.

"Master, although I didn't see what kind of background Confucius had this time, at least Confucianism was greatly damaged this time, and if the junior disciple used Confucianism, it would be even easier to get started!" the man said.

King Chu Zhao's expression moved, and he nodded.

"Master, I'll go back and stabilize the Confucian disciples first!" said King Chu Zhao.

"Hmm!" Zhu Rong nodded.

"I'll send my junior brother, let my junior brother arrive in Yingdu as soon as possible!" the man said.

Zhu Rong nodded, and then fell into deep thought again.

With the help of an immortal, King Chu Zhao quickly returned to Yingdu.

At this moment, a large number of Confucian disciples in Yingdu converged here, as if they were leaving!

"Mr. Yan Hui, what are you doing here?" King Chu Zhao suddenly exclaimed.

Yan Hui looked at King Chu Zhao: "Great King, the master has fallen, and the body has been transported back to the Lu country, we are going back to participate in the funeral of the master!

"Ahh

Hearing King Chu Zhao's retention, Yan Hui and the others felt comfortable for a while: "Don't worry, the king, although the giant son has fallen, we will still implement the policy he formulated back then, and we will come back when the master is buried!"

"Okay, good, the widow is waiting for you!" said King Chu Zhao immediately.

The group of Confucian disciples nodded, and then quickly left.

Leaving the public loss class alone, he watched Yan Hui and the others leave from afar.

"Mr. Gongyi, didn't you join Confucianism? Why don't you go to Confucius's funeral?" King Chu said curiously.

The public loser shook his head and said: "Since Confucius is dead, there is no need for me to join Confucianism, just now, I broke away from Confucianism!"

"Huh?" King Chu was slightly stunned.

"Confucius's funeral, not so simple, I just learned about it, Mencius broke away from Confucianism, Confucius fell, in the past, Confucius and Xunzi did not seem to have a good relationship, Confucius's disciples, one by one is also rebellious, so that this funeral may become a battlefield for them to compete for the status of Confucianism. So, it's better not to go!" said the public loser, shaking his head.

"Confucian civil strife?" said the King of Chu in surprise.

"Quite possibly!" nodded the bus.