"Brother Feng, look, there is such a big mountain floating in the sky.
Hanging Mountain: The legendary Confucian general altar Hanging Mountain Ye Feng immediately flew into the sky with all his strength with his ugly eyes, and the whole family followed "I already know what you mean, show me the child."
Ye Feng had just flown up the hanging mountain with the ugly ugly in his arms, and an old man with a childish face walked towards him, and when Ye Feng heard this, he immediately hugged the ugly ugly in his arms to the old man.
The old man hugged the ugly, and after examining her carefully, he sighed: "She casts magic against the sky, exhausting her vitality, and the vitality is the foundation of life, only the righteousness of my Confucian Haoran can purify the source, help her regain the vitality, regenerate the original yuan, and within the heavens, only I Confucianism can save her."
Fortunately, she had been tamped by a master not long ago, if it weren't for this, she would have been unable to perform a spell against the sky, and her whole body and mind would have collapsed into nothingness. ” When Ye Feng heard this, his perception of the Heavenly Remnant suddenly rose from negative to grateful, grateful to him for saving his most distressed heartfelt baby.
When the old man said this, he stared at Ye Feng and said: "Although my Confucianism can save her, the Tao cannot be passed on lightly, the law cannot be abused, Haoran righteousness is the foundation of my Confucianism, and it cannot be lost lightly, do you understand?"
"Understood."
Ye Feng immediately said, "The elder has a life, and the kid doesn't dare to disobey." ” "Among the saints in the past, my Confucian ancestors had benevolence and righteousness, devoted themselves to studying, and never paid attention to killing, but after leaving the ancestral land, they were unfortunately plotted by people with hearts, and all the saints fell, so that my Confucian classics were all lost, and only a few words remained, and it was difficult to cultivate the righteousness of Haoran."
The old man said, "Therefore, since ancient times, Confucianism and Taoism have not flourished, and it is difficult to come out of the text of the great road Hongyin, only with the only remaining heroic righteousness of my Confucianism, I can only revive her, so that she can survive for a long time, it is difficult to recover, and it is inevitable that she will die early."
Ye Fuzi is from the ancestral land, and his family has a family history, whether he can teach the learning of the ancestral land one by one, revitalize the literature and Taoism, and also cure Ling Ai, it is really the cause and effect in the underworld.
Can Ye Fuzi make this great merit for my Confucianism?"
"I don't dare to ask for it," Ye Feng immediately said, "The kid is also a child of Confucianism, and it is incumbent on him to revitalize Confucianism." ” When the old man heard this, he was immediately overjoyed, and then invited Ye Feng to the bottomless pit lecture hall of Hanging Mountain, and after gathering all the Confucian disciples of Hanging Mountain, he invited Ye Feng to the podium and began to lecture for Hanging Mountain.
In the lecture hall, a large transparent steamer is placed, and the sleeping ugly is placed in the transparent large steamer, and under the big steamer, a huge stone book engraved with scriptures is exuding a strong and righteous atmosphere that is full of fire, and the fire gas penetrates the steamer.
Under the lecture hall and the lecture stage, the old man is the first, and there are seventy-two seats below the old man, and among the seventy-two seats, the twist chicken is the first, and he is making a grimace at Ye Feng from time to time, provoking the old man on it, and constantly glaring at him.
Under the seventy-two seats, tens of thousands of Confucian gods were waiting with their heads on their heads, listening intently to Ye Feng's lectures.
Ye Feng first talked about the Five Classics, the first lecture on the Book of Poetry, every time he spoke on the stage, the people listening to the lecture in the audience followed loudly and chanted a sentence, and after chanting, the stone book in the middle of the lecture hall automatically derived a new scripture.
Since Ye Feng began to preach, in the heavens and ten thousand worlds, the rumbling Great Dao Hongyin has been endless, as Ye Feng preaches more and more scriptures, the Great Dao Hongyin has become louder and louder, and the infinite power of creation has begun to pour into Ye Feng who is preaching.
After preaching the Five Classics, Ye Feng then started to talk about the Four Books, and then talked about the Confucian classics and macros of the Confucian classics after Confucius and Mencius, and then talked about Tang poems and Song Ci after talking about ancient texts Unconsciously, it was three years in a flash, and in these three years, Ye Feng finished talking about all the essence of ancient culture in ancient China for 5,000 years, and the stone book in the lecture hall gradually grew into a towering mountain of books.
The ugly ugly in the steamer has already woken up, reverted to the shape of a small reptile, and kept wandering in the steamer.
"Thanksgiving to the Evangelists" After Ye Feng's lecture ended, the old man took the lead and led tens of thousands of Confucian gods from the Hanging Mountain to thank him collectively, which made Ye Feng on the stage at a loss.
"Gaga, Daddy, T While everyone was thanking each other, the transparent steamer in the middle of the lecture hall suddenly bounced open, and the ugly little tail flicked and immediately flew to Ye Feng's neck, and the four fleshy little short legs hugged Dad's neck tightly, and the voice was extremely loud and kept calling Dad.
"This kid is simpler than a thousand ducks," the old man after getting up was ruthless.
Ye Feng held the ugly forehead with great affection, and kept kissing him, and the ugly suddenly smiled extremely happily and sweetly.
After the old man got up, he looked at Ye Feng and said solemnly, "Although the genius of this kid is infinitely powerful, it is also the most hurtful, remember, within a hundred years, you can only use it three times at most, and if you do it more than three times, you will be hopeless."
After Ye Feng remembered it, the old man looked at the twisted chicken again and said, "Ling'er, come here." ” Ling'er's name is not bad, it is much better than the twist chicken Ye Feng muttered and looked at the twist chicken, but he was fascinated and shocked at a glance.
Oh my God, the twisted chicken in the past has grown into the art photos that he used to help her paint, and the artistic photos that were hung out with the beautiful pictures of the mirror are exactly the same, and the beauty has been turned over.
And there is a particularly intoxicating bookish smell in the extreme beauty, which is the perfect image of the goddess in the dreams of otaku.
"What she lacked in the past was because the scriptures on the stone book were too simple and incomplete."
After the old man explained to the stunned Ye Feng, he turned to the twisted chicken and said, "Ling'er, now that you have finally fulfilled your wish, your merits are complete, and grandpa should also tell you the origin of your true body."
Do you know why Grandpa named you Shi Ling?"
When the old man said this, he pointed to the mountain of books in the lecture hall, "Because you are actually the treasure of my Confucianism, the stone spirit of this innate stone scripture."
After the fall of the ancestors, he left me a book-like congenital stubborn stone, allowing me to engrave the only remaining fragmentary classics of Confucianism on the stubborn stone, so that Wendao can be immortalized.
Later, I kept inscribed scriptures on the stone scriptures every day, and after carving the remaining scriptures, I engraved my own and my disciples' articles on them.
However, the stone scripture is born with a spirit, and only the articles of the near Tao can leave traces on it, and with the development of my Confucianism day by day, the articles that can be engraved on it increase year by year.
Every time an article is engraved, the innate stone scripture will automatically grow by one point, until one day, the stone scripture grows to the point that it finally condenses and takes shape, and a baby girl with an extraordinarily uneven surface pops out of it.
That baby girl is you, so I took you with me to raise you and named you Shi Ling":