This martial artist just wants to be an official

Chapter 305 Meeting between Confucianism and Taoism

Upon hearing the three words "Lu Ziyu" from Shengzi's mouth, Hongyun's face froze, her pupils shrank sharply, and her whole person seemed to be frozen.

"This is impossible!!"

Hongyun's face changed drastically, and at the same time, his voice also rose, and his throat seemed a bit sharp.

"..."

Seeing Elder Hongyun lose his composure, the Holy Son was stunned for a moment, with a trace of astonishment flashing in his eyes.

As the supreme elder of the Taoist sect, Hongyun’s status in the Taoist sect is now second only to his master, who is the current head of the Taoist sect. In a sense, Hongyun’s influence in the Taoist sect has even exceeded that of his master. .

The Holy Son has followed Hongyun since he was a child and listened to his teachings. In his memory, Elder Hongyun has always been so tepid and unhurried. He has never seen Elder Hongyun so out of his mind.

Therefore, the Holy Son did not speak at this time, but looked at Elder Hongyun quietly. He had a hunch that the affairs of Lu Ziyu, the Taoist genius back then, were definitely not as simple as the rumors said.

But as a junior, he couldn't ask too many questions.

Hongyun did not notice the change in the face of the Holy Son. He was looking ahead blankly and murmuring softly:

"He's not dead..."

After a while, the Holy Son still did not see Elder Hongyun recover. He coughed lightly, attracting Elder Hongyun's attention, and then looked at Hongyun seriously and said:

"Elder, what happened to Lu Ziyu back then?"

After Hongyun heard the words of the Holy Son, his expression paused slightly, and his eyes looked at the Holy Son's face, and his eyes became complicated:

"More than 20 years have passed since the original incident. It doesn't matter what happened."

After saying that, Hongyun stood up from the futon, his slightly rickety back slowly straightened up. He walked slowly to the window of his Taoist temple and looked at the sun shining high outside the window. He caught a ray of sunshine and reflected it on his fair-haired face. There was a touch of golden color on his face, and his eyes were lost in thought.

"Since it's not important, why don't you tell me and listen to me?"

Seeing that Elder Hongyun didn't want to say more, the Holy Son suddenly became suspicious. He patiently came behind Hongyun and asked.

"This matter has nothing to do with you."

Hongyun's face suddenly became serious. He sighed softly and wanted to say something, but suddenly the conversation changed and he looked at the Holy Son and asked:

"Is your master still out of seclusion?"

After hearing Hong Yun's words, the Holy Son nodded helplessly and said:

"Master has been in seclusion for the past few years. He was supposed to be released on the day of this year's competition, but for some reason, he hasn't come out yet..."

After Hong Yun heard the words of the Holy Son, his expression became complicated again, and then he shook his head helplessly and sighed, and looked out the window.

Hongyun's Taoist temple stands between the peaks of Wuqi Mountain. From his position, he can have a bird's-eye view of the entire Wuqi Mountains. Following his gaze, he can see that the roads between the mountains are densely packed with people, forming a beautiful landscape from beginning to end. A long dragon, a long dragon from the top of the mountain to the bottom of the mountain.

"The Dao Sect Competition is a grand event for our Tao Sect...it is impossible for your master not to pay attention to it."

There was inexplicable worry in Hongyun's tone, and then he shook his head helplessly and sighed:

"Master You is closed off, maybe there is another reason."

After hearing Hong Yun's words, the Holy Son's face was slightly startled:

"What does Elder Hongyun mean by this?"

Hongyun closed his eyes, with a wry smile on his lips, and waved his hand feebly:

"No, it's just random talk. This competition must be a success."

"That's natural."

After hearing Hongyun's words, Sheng Zhangzhang was full of doubts, but he still kept the words in his stomach. He was not the type to ask questions, and he was not persistent in these matters.

As for what Elder Hongyun said about preparing for the big competition and winning the jackpot this time...

As the holy son of the Taoist sect, he was accidentally kidnapped by a traitor and disappeared among the Taoist sects for nearly five years. Now, the calls for the re-establishment of the holy son among the sects have never stopped.

Therefore, in this competition, he must shine brightly and completely gamble everyone in the Taoist sect to death.

Even though the Holy Son is not showy, he is still very proud at heart. Naturally, he does not want his position as the Holy Son to be filled with doubts. He wants everyone to shut their mouths!

Thinking of this, the Holy Son's eyes became firm.

Seeing the transformation of the Holy Son, Hong Yun's face showed relief. He reached out and patted the Holy Son on the shoulder and said:

"Since you can figure it out, go back. Life is a long road, no matter whether it is long or short, you will still leave some footprints on the road."

The Holy Son nodded and then asked Hongyun to resign.

He stood up and walked towards the outside of the Taoist temple.

This time he did not choose to use Taoism to rush. He walked slowly but firmly towards the door step by step. The blue sky intersected with his figure. For a moment, it seemed that the whole world was thinking of him. Center rotation.

After leaving the door of the Taoist temple, the Holy Son was about to return to his dormitory when he suddenly thought of today's competition and that Lu Yuanzhi might be coming to the top of the mountain, so he changed his route and walked towards Wuqi Mountain Road.

After the Holy Son left the Taoist temple, Hongyun's figure appeared at the door of the Taoist temple. He looked at the leaving figure of the Holy Son with complicated eyes and sighed helplessly.

Then he called the boy:

"Fill in the footprints on the ground..."

"Yes."

…………

After Lu Yuanzhi and a group of people arrived at the top of Daomen Mountain, the Taoist boy of Daomen also arranged for everyone to stay.

On the steep peak of Wuqi Mountain, there is a flat forest. Countless wooden houses have been built in this forest. Each wooden house is the same size, but the room name is different.

There are thousands of such wooden houses, and these wooden houses are reserved for the participants of the Daomen Competition.

As for those spectators who come to join in the fun uninvited, there is no such thing.

There are too many people. Even if the Taoist sect has strong financial resources, it is not taken advantage of. Naturally, it will not pay for people who have not been invited.

Of course, these wooden houses are reserved for people in the world, and Lu Yuan and others were led directly to the Taoist temple on the top of the mountain by the Taoist boy.

This Taoist temple is very close to the place where the Great Competition was held.

As a warrior, if Lu Yuanzhi ran at full speed, it would only take him less than three breaths to get from his residence to the competition venue. Of course, even if he walked away, it would only take a moment.

"Dear faithful believers, this Taoist temple is the accommodation prepared for you. There are more guest rooms, so you can allocate them by yourselves."

The boy had obviously been warned and was very respectful to Lu Yuan and others.

After hearing the boy's words, Hai Wuyang nodded slowly and said calmly:

"In that case, thank you very much."

"Pindao, please resign."

The boy made a bow and left the Taoist temple.

Lu Yuanzhi naturally started to take action and arranged accommodation for everyone. First of all, Kewusi and the others lived in the west wing. Naturally, his cousin, Lu Yuanzhi, also arranged a room for her alone.

Next is Qinghe Academy. The students at Qinghe Academy have a rather arrogant attitude towards Lu Yuanzhi. Except for Hai Wushuang and Liu Fengnian, the other students saw the black brocade and white jade on Lu Yuanzhi's body. Even if their nostrils were not turned upward, they all responded with "no". Got it.

But unfortunately, these students admired and respected Hai Wuhuang very much...

Lu Yuanzhi was also speechless, but he had no choice. He was a vulgar martial artist...

After arranging everyone, Lu Yuanzhi looked at Bai Qingying who was following him.

"Miss Bai, you can live here with your disciples. Anyway, there are many empty rooms in the temple."

Lu Yuanzhi pointed to several rooms behind Qinghe Academy.

Hearing Lu Yuan's words, Bai Qingying's hesitant face suddenly froze, and then she said with a smile on her face: "That would be disrespectful."

She was still wondering whether she should resign from Lu Yuanzhi or bite the bullet and continue to follow Lu Yuanzhi.

After all, she also saw those wooden houses on the way here. Although they looked relatively clean, the look in the eyes of the people living in them made her skin crawl.

After bracing herself and following Lu Yuanzhi to the Taoist Temple, she still wanted to ask Lu Yuanzhi to take her and the others in while licking her face. Unexpectedly, Lu Yuanzhi actually brought it up on his own initiative. Naturally, she was extremely pleasantly surprised.

After all, Bai Qingying is not from a scholarly family like those from a famous family. Her living environment, including her experiences in the past few days, have made her deeply understand that being pedantic will only make herself worse.

The reason for seeking asylum now is because I and others are weak. Going back to practice hard and wait until the strength becomes stronger is more important than anything else.

For the important figures in the arena, the arena is about human nature.

But for the unknown people in the arena, the arena is like the light of swords and shadows.

Everything must be done first to ensure safety.

"Ah."

After hearing Bai Qingying's words, Lu Yuanzhi smiled and then turned and left. How could he not understand Bai Qingying's thoughts?

It's just that this kind of thing is a piece of cake for him, and it won't cause any ripples in his heart.

The world is like this. Others are struggling to pursue their lifelong goals, but for some people, it is just a trivial matter.

The world is inherently unfair.

Some people are born in Rome, and some people are born as cows and horses.

……

At night, when everyone was still asleep, Liu Fengnian and Hai Wuyou came with wine. While the three of them were drinking, Song Yu and his cousin also came.

Fortunately for Lu Yuanzhi, he moved the dining place to the largest living room in the Taoist temple. Although young monk Yingchen did not drink, he was still invited by Lu Yuanzhi to have dinner with him.

When everyone was enjoying their meal, someone came to visit.

Seeing the visitor, Lu Yuanzhi's face burst into laughter, and he hurriedly came to greet him, and went to the hall to introduce him to everyone.

"This is the current Holy Son of Dao Sect. He helped me a lot in Hangzhou that day."

The Holy Son was introduced to everyone in the room by Lu Yuanzhi, and he felt a little restrained for a moment. He smiled sheepishly and said:

"Pindao has seen many good believers."

After everyone knew the identity of the Holy Son, they all stood up to welcome him.

"He is worthy of being the holy son of the Taoist sect. He is always shining with the light of the Taoist sect."

Liu Fengnian, a young social butterfly, stood up to praise and enthusiastically pulled the Holy Son to his seat.

"I, Liu Fengnian, a student of Qinghe Academy, have met the Holy Son."

"I've met Liu Shanxin."

The Son returned the favor politely.

"You are fine in Xiahai, student of Qinghe Academy."

"I am a disciple of Song Yu Kewu Division."

"The poor monk reflects in the dust, Amitabha Buddha."

……

After a while of greetings, the Holy Son became familiar with everyone. The Taoist sect in Dayong did not strictly prohibit alcohol, so the Holy Son could drink some.

After drinking, they started to talk more and everyone talked freely.

"Holy Son, let me ask you a question."

When he was almost done drinking, Liu Fengnian stood up and toasted with a glass of wine. He looked at the Holy Son and his face became curious.

"Excuse me, Liu Shanxin."

The Holy Son had a gentle smile on his face.

"We were all invited to the Dao Sect Grand Competition, but I have little talent and little experience. It's just my first time to participate in the Grand Competition. What are the rules of the Grand Competition?"

Liu Fengnian asked everyone's doubts.

Not to mention Liu Fengnian, who is not here for the first time? ?

The last competition was more than ten years ago, and only Song Yu had been there. But Song Yu was just a child at that time, so how could he still have the memory of that time? ?

After hearing Liu Fengnian's question and seeing the expectant expressions on everyone's faces, the Holy Son's smile did not change and he said gently:

"It's just an ordinary competition and exchange. There are not many rules, but there are a few rules."

This is not a secret. It is an introduction rule that will be believed by some people during the competition tomorrow. Telling it here in advance will not affect anything.

"What's there?"

Liu Fengnian poured another glass of wine for the Holy Son and continued to ask.

The Holy Son took the wine from Liu Fengnian and put it on the table. He gently picked up a dish for himself and said:

"As we all know, the Dao Sect Competition was not a big competition at the beginning. It was just the first encounter between the Confucian and Taoist Sage and our Tao Sect Master. The two hit it off immediately, and they shared what they had learned in their hearts and the ideas they wanted to spread. What kind of communication is used to achieve what kind of purpose is communicated together.”

"I've heard some rumors about this."

After listening to the Holy Son's words, Song Yu nodded and smiled;

"It is said that the meeting between the two leaders formally established the current prosperity between Confucianism and Taoism."

When the Holy Son heard Song Yu's words, admiration flashed in his eyes. He looked at Song Yu and said:

"Song Shanxin's words are right. That meeting was immeasurable for the development of our Taoist and Confucian sects."

After saying this, he drank all the wine in his hand, took a bite of food, and continued:

"It was also that meeting that marked the beginning of the friendship between my Taoist sect and the Confucian sect."

At this point, he specifically glanced at Hai Wushuang and Liu Fengnian, who were sitting opposite him, and at the same time caught their gazes.

Liu Fengnian had a big smile on his face, and although Hai Wuyan had no expression, he could still see the kindness in the corners of his mouth.

Obviously, even though it has been thousands of years, there is still a natural friendship between the Taoist sect and the Confucian sect.

"The descendants of the Confucian sect and the Taoist sect also thought of this, so they made an appointment to meet Confucianism and Taoism more than 700 years ago."

"It turns out that the Taoist competition is called the Confucian-Taoist meeting..."

Hearing Sheng Zuizi's words, Lu Yuanzhi nodded suddenly. He knew a lot about these things. Many times, Ji Gong forcibly pulled him over and instilled this useless knowledge into himself.

"And the initial meeting was just an exchange of ideas. It was not until the eighth meeting between Confucianism and Taoism that the leader of Confucianism and Taoism at that time brought an uninvited guest..."

(End of this chapter)