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Chapter 56 The Heart of a Demon ! (Please follow up!)
"The merit... three thousand feet."

The master in gray from Qichen Temple had too much difficulty opening his mouth.

"This senior... who is so sacred?"

You Da Neng looked solemn.

"Could it be... the saint appeared?!"

Shen Xin shook his head and said these words tremblingly.

"...It must be so! It must be so!"

Hu Qingsong on the side looked excited:
"He Yuanfeng is doing things against the heavens, trying to destroy our Confucianism or Taoism... The sky will never stop my Confucianism! The sky will never stop my Confucianism!"

After speaking, the deputy dean of Sancai Academy was crying and laughing, and became emotional.

above the sky.

The golden light of merit on He Yuanfeng's body was scattered by Lu Xuan, and he fell to his knees.

"You are the leader of Confucianism and Taoism, but you are willing to fall into the devil, cut off the luck of Confucianism, and take away the talent of scholars in the world, you can be guilty!"

Lu Xuan's voice was stern.

"Convicted? What crime?!"

He Yuanfeng knew that there was no way out today, his neck was stiff, and his old face was covered with veins:

"Even if I don't take this world's cultural fortune, if the secret technique is taken away by others in the future, I will also covet the saint's status. When the opportunity comes, I will take it myself!"

"My heart has been enchanted, and I am stubborn!"

Lu Xuan sneered:
"You are already the heart of a devil, and you dare to touch the belly of a gentleman? This method of cutting off the luck of Confucianism and cutting off the talents of the world was created by your master!"

"what?!"

He Yuanfeng's face was full of disbelief.

"When he successfully crossed the tribulation, he was only half a step away from the true immortal, and he couldn't get started. After studying it with great concentration, he came up with the art of offering sacrifices to the Tao."

Lu Xuan looked at He Yuanfeng:
"But until Zuohua, he didn't touch the secret method, and he kept the original intention when he started."

He sighed:
"You are not as good as him."

He Yuanfeng's master, the previous dean, met Lu Xuan.

That time Lu Xuan rarely used his vest back, changed his name and surname, and even changed his appearance.

The old principal didn't know Lu Xuan's real identity, and only thought that the latter was a very thoughtful young teacher.

At Lu Xuan's suggestion, He Yuanfeng's master founded the Cultivation Daily, which has been passed down for more than 5000 years.

And Lu Xuan also accidentally learned that the dean was studying such a secret method in private.

However, after the successful research, he locked the method in the cabinet and never read it again.

Maybe he had thought about it, but in the end he chose to give up.

There is no good man in the mind, regardless of the deeds.

Lu Xuan felt that the old dean was a great Confucian worthy of admiration.

The energy in the sky dissipated and turned into billions of strands, each of which found its owner.

A crimson flame ignited from He Yuanfeng's body, covering his body.

He Yuanfeng struggled on his own, opened his mouth and screamed, but was unable to struggle, his soul and body turned into nothingness.

This is the backlash of cause and effect. Is it so easy to touch the dignified Confucianism and Taoism?

Just like the ancient rebellion, if it succeeds, it will naturally be crowned and crowned, and the name of the country will be changed.

But if the rebellion fails, the head of Xiangshang and the nine tribes will have to pay the price.

On the Sancai Square, the students of Sancai Academy were excited and shouted the name of saint.

The tall figure didn't look back.

He turned his back on all sentient beings and went straight away, leaving only a piece of light behind.

The dust has settled.

In the deep mountains of Lingnan, the sound of monsters gradually subsided, and the mountains and forests were bleak, and they dared not speak.

In the huge lake, a huge figure gradually sank, restraining its breath.

In the Zhongzhou Dynasty, the Great Xia Renhuang silently withdrew the imperial edict.

In the Great Impermanence Temple in Ximo, the Lord Buddha had no expression on his face, and resumed his lecture.

At Beiyuan Tianjianmen, Ji Lingchen laughed loudly, put the wine gourd back on his waist, got up and left:

"The time has come, let's go to retreat!"

The luck of Confucianism and Taoism has been consolidated, and the talent taken by He Yuanfeng returns to the original owner.

In the imperial examination room, the students who had stopped writing started to answer the questions again, thinking like a spring.

On the painting boat, a middle-aged scribe had a flash of inspiration in his mind, and he continued the second half of the que, which attracted praise from everyone.

In the thatched cottage, the old man finished the final manuscript, leaving only a few blank lines.

After pondering for a while, he wrote the ending poem, which is exactly:

In the past, I worshiped the Temple of Wen as a teacher, and wanted to shoulder morality and righteousness.

Listen to the morning drum in front of the mirror of asking the heart, and make an oath under the portrait of the first teacher.

Time flies like an arrow, and 5000 years have passed by.

Once evil thoughts and demons arise, it is difficult to preserve innocence in old age.

………………

Sancai Academy.

"boom!"

Cheng Lingzhu drank the wine in the cup, put the cup on the table vigorously, then turned to look at Lu Xuan.

"Which cup is it?"

Lu Xuan looked at her.

The two were at the banquet at the Sancai Academy at this time.

This morning, He Yuanfeng intended to cut off the talents of the world and cut off Confucianism, but fortunately the sage appeared and suppressed him.

Such things are of course cause for celebration.

So at the suggestion of Zhang Xun and Chen Xu, all departments of Sancai Academy held such a banquet.

The banquet is divided into meals, and there is a small table for two people, which is quite a relic of ancient times.

Lu Xuan was at the same table as Cheng Lingzhu, but Cheng Lingzhu had been drinking since the banquet started.

Take a sip, look at him, and take another sip with a blushing face after reading it.

Lu Xuanxin said that he was handsome, but it was a waste of money to be served with wine.

With the physique of monks, alcohol will naturally not cause any harm to their bodies.

It is even said that due to his strong physique, it is difficult to get drunk. If the wine drunk by a monk is tasted by a mortal, it is not uncommon for him to die of drunkenness.

But after releasing the natural restraint in the body, practitioners can also experience the feeling of being drunk.

On the table next to him, Zhang Xun had his tongue out and his face was flushed:

"Today I saw my ancestor's spirit appear. I will never forget it in my life... The merit is three thousand feet. I only heard about it in books and legends before. Today I finally know what it is like."

"Yes."

A person next to him said:

"We, the students of the academy, should compile today's events into a book. First, we should warn the world not to forget our original intentions like the old dean. Second, we should spread the teachings of our ancestors to carry forward the way of saints."

"It's a pole, it's a pole."

Everyone agreed.

Lu Xuan listened from the side, finding it interesting, the corners of his mouth could not help but rise.

Those present were all students of Sancai Academy. They were full of passion and morality, and they were promising young people.

This morning, Lu Xuan suppressed the golden light of meritorious virtues on He Yuanfeng's body in the sky above Sancai Square, naturally it was because his body was relatively large.

What is being said here is the virtue of heaven.

In all fairness, Lu Xuan himself didn't know exactly how he got the golden light of merit that can blind others' eyes.

He only knew that ever since his Nascent Soul ran away, he had started to radiate merit, and every time it was extremely massive.

The merits of the Heavenly Dao are settled once every three years, and Lu Xuan has been conceived for 9000 years, and the merits on his body have become so rich that they cannot be quantified.

He did an experiment many years ago. He went to the back kitchen of Daoyanzong to find chickens that had been raised for two and a half years.

As a result, when eating chicken, a bunch of relics burst out, colorful and filled with Dharma light.

Later, Lu Xuan took it outside and used it as a Buddha treasure for a pot of wine to drink.

(End of this chapter)