This martial artist just wants to be an official

Chapter 319 A gentleman has no power
Lu Yuanzhi's eyes were attracted by the diffuse smoke.

He is from the martial arts system, so he doesn't have a deep understanding of Confucianism, Taoism and Buddhism. Under the smoke, he can't understand the situation on the field clearly.

Slowly, the smoke from the field dissipated.

But under the endless Buddha light, the little monk's body was unscathed, but the clean smile on his face had disappeared, replaced by a compassionate face. At this time, the little monk clasped his hands together, and the golden wheel of merit behind his head Rapid rotation.

At this time, Hai Wuyan was looking at the little monk indifferently. He was holding a book in his hand, which was his natal Confucian tool, Wanminlu.

The Wanminlu in the hand exudes a faint white light, like the scorching sun, causing the air around it to become distorted.

"That blow just now..."

"Who won?"

"Seeing as both of them were unscathed, could it be a tie?"

"........."

The people in the audience felt that they had become more knowledgeable. They had only seen the most realistic martial arts fighting in the world before. How had they ever seen such a battle between magic weapons and magic power? Not even in my dreams.

Especially the rapidly rotating golden wheel of merit behind the monk's head, as well as Hai Wushuang's attack techniques that follow his words. If you haven't seen it with your own eyes, you won't be able to appreciate the shock it brings to people.

"Amitabha, Hai Don has made great progress these days."

The young monk still had an expression of compassion on his face, and the voice rang out from his mouth, as if the most contagious Buddha was instigating his followers.

At this time, the clean temperament of the young monk had dissipated, and it seemed that he was no longer himself.

When Hai Wuyan heard this, he looked at the young monk standing quietly opposite, his eyes flashed solemnly, and he said lightly:

"You too."

It's rare to see Hai Wuyan praise others.

Speaking of these words, I can already feel from the side the hard work of the young monk these days.

"The poor monk is about to use his strongest move. If the donor can still take it, then the poor monk will step down and admit defeat."

A gentle smile flashed across the young monk's compassionate face. Although he only spoke softly, his voice seemed to be amplified, and everyone present could hear it very clearly.

Everyone who heard the little monk's voice subconsciously wanted to join him in joining hands.

Maybe they don’t know what it means to take refuge in my Buddha.

"Come on though."

Hai Wuyan's Danfeng eyes narrowed slightly. Visible to the naked eye, the Wanminlu in his hand gradually left his hand and slowly came to the top of his head.

The next moment, Wanminlu opened.

A line of text turned into white light from the book and came around him.

Seeing that line of text, Lu Yuanzhi's expression became strange.

"Heaven builds its foundation, and a gentleman strives for self-improvement..."

"The terrain is poor, and a gentleman carries his wealth with kindness..."

Without him having to open his mouth, the voices of the people watching the game on the stage had already read out the words one after another.

This sentence……

Lu Yuanzhi's brows raised slightly.

It seems that this boy has completely realized his Confucianism and Taoism through these words.

This line of text seemed to have some magic power, and everyone present fell into a trance.

Some even began to meditate, some began to be enlightened, and some began to blush and become excited.

"This... is a warning!!"

People are starting to understand this sentence.

Heaven is building, a gentleman is constantly striving for self-improvement...

Regardless of the comments of the people in the audience.

When Chao Yue, His Highness the Demon Clan, who was watching the fight between the two, saw this sentence popping up from Hai Wuyan's Wan Min Lu, his body suddenly froze and his eyes stared at this sentence.

The murmuring voice in his mouth was faintly excited:
"Heaven builds its foundation, and a gentleman strives for self-improvement..."

"The terrain is poor, and a gentleman carries his wealth with kindness..."

He kept mumbling repeatedly, and his body became more and more excited.

"A gentleman should not serve the country and the people..."

Lu Yuanzhi could naturally hear the whispers in his mouth when he was beside him.

Ok?
After hearing these words, Lu Yuanzhi glanced at the demon clan member in surprise.

This guy also knows how to read and understand the Confucianism and Dharma of Great Yong Dynasty?
They are definitely not ordinary monsters.

This sentence that a gentleman should serve the country and the people is recorded in the "Holy Words" in the Confucianism and Taoism of the Great Yong Dynasty. It is a golden sentence passed down by the Ya Sheng.

Anyone who has studied in Dayong will naturally know this sentence.

Therefore, if a Dayong person said this, Lu Yuanzhi would not find it strange, but for it to come from the mouth of this demon clan, it is a bit worth pondering.

"My Buddha picks up flowers."

After chanting the Buddha's name, a smile gradually appeared on the compassionate face of the little monk on the stage. He used his index finger and slowly pressed towards Hai Wuhuang opposite him.

This is his famous secret skill, pinching flowers with fingers.

"Pick your fingers...you can't go wrong, it's that monk!!"

There were exclamations from the audience.

"Brother, do you know that little monk on the stage?"

"Well, if nothing else goes wrong, it should be the Buddhist disciple from the Western Region who competed in the capital a few months ago and defeated countless geniuses in the capital."

"What?? Defeating countless geniuses in the capital??"

“Can you tell me in detail??”

"I was lucky enough to meet this holy monk in Xuanwu Street in the middle of the capital. He challenged the strongest men in the capital for three days. All the challengers who came to the stage were defeated by him. No one could even force him to make a second move. …”

"And the Hai Wuyan from Qinghe Academy on the stage now, if nothing else, should be Mr. Hai who challenged the holy monk after he challenged him..."

"So, these two are still old enemies..."

"Yes, that's a good statement, but the result last time was that after Mr. Hai forced the holy monk to vomit blood, he took the initiative to admit defeat and step down..."

"Huh?? Doesn't that mean this holy monk is invincible??"

"No, no, no...he was defeated in the end..."

"What? Did someone defeat him?"

"Yes, the man who defeated him only used three moves."

"What??!!!"

"Who is so brave?"

"Haha, you haven't heard of Xiao Lu Fengpei, who is famous all over the world???"

"Xiao Lu Fengpei?? Is he the one who destroyed the Buddha formation in Beijing?"

"good……"

"..."

Lu Yuanzhi had a weird look on his face as he listened to the people next to him bragging about him, and he couldn't stop the smile on his face.

His expression was like Lu Bu's complacent smile when he watched the Three Kingdoms in his previous life.

While everyone was talking, the offensive of the young monk on the stage was already crushing Hai Wuyan.

A giant hand holding the sky with glittering golden light gradually flew from his body to Hai Wuyan opposite him.

Facing the devastating offensive, Hai Wuyan's eyes were solemn, but there was no trace of panic.

When the giant hand was about to crush him, he said calmly:
"A gentleman is not a weapon."

These four words were the rewards of empathy given by the Confucian saint after Lu Yuanzhi had empathy with the statue of the saint in the temple of Qinghe Academy.

These four words are the four words that he has been polishing and understanding these days.

Now that things have happened, he has already reached the realm of a gentleman, and his understanding of these four words is no longer what it used to be.

When these four words came out of his mouth, they formed a perfect fit with the two gentlemanly sentences lingering around him.

Vaguely, it seemed as if he could see Hai Wuyan standing above the starry sky. Behind him were countless students whose faces could not be seen clearly, worshiping him. Those students all said:

"A gentleman has no power"

"Heaven builds, and a gentleman strives to strengthen himself."

"The terrain is good, and a gentleman carries it with great virtue."

And his face was solemn, majestic, and exuding elegance and harmony.

At this moment, his understanding of this sentence seemed to have reached a higher level.

In reality, the giant hand of Buddhism has come to the top of his head and crushed him hard.

The little monk's attack can only be described as unstoppable.

Lu Yuanzhi was dumbfounded.

If he remembered correctly, the young monk should be in the fifth-level Buddhist realm.

If I were to encounter this attack when I was in the fifth level... I'm afraid it would be very disastrous!

However, Hai Wuyan on the stage didn't even raise his eyelids. His eyes went beyond the young monk, across Mount Wuqi, and even across countless time and space galaxies, and he was looking at a sage.

The sage smiled and nodded at him across countless time and space.

"Confucian saint?"

No, I, a Confucian saint, do not look like this.

Seeing the nine-foot-tall sage with a protruding forehead, Hai Wuyan's eyes were slightly startled, but he could clearly feel the aura of a saint in his body.

The next moment, the Buddhist's big hand pressed towards his head.

But Hai Wuyan, who was under the big hand, seemed not to have seen it. His eyes were still looking for the fleeting figure.

"boom!!"

A deafening sound resounded across the square and throughout Wuqi Mountain, causing countless birds in the mountain to fly up in fright.

In the audience, Hai Wuyi stood unscathed under Wan Min Lu, and his body was still surrounded by gentleman's words.

The little monk opposite him had now restored his original clean smile.

But there was something bitter and pale in that smile.

"Hai Don... you won."

The little monk sighed deeply.

The all-out attack he just made didn't even break Hai Wuyan's body-protecting words, which showed that his strength was much higher than his own.

A trace of astonishment flashed in Hai Wuyan's eyes, and he looked up at his Wan Min Lu.

A figure can be seen vaguely on the cover of Wanmin Lu.

The figure was nine feet tall, with a slightly protruding forehead.

"That is……"

Hai Wuyan's eyes were filled with confusion.

That figure, was it the shadow of the saint that he had just glimpsed?

But who is he? ?
This question was buried deep in Hai Wuyan's heart.

"Concession."

Hai Wuyan suppressed the doubts in his heart and looked calmly at the little monk opposite him who had given up.

"In the first round, Qinghe Academy, Hai Wuhao wins!"

Hongyun's voice sounded faintly.

When Hai Wuyan, who was standing on the stage, heard these words, his eyelids raised slightly.

A feeling of unreality arose within him.

Back on Xuanwu Street in the middle of the capital, when he faced the Western Buddhist disciples who were under great pressure, he was already defeated by his subordinates.

This feeling put him in a trance and made him feel a little unreal.

But it happened right before our eyes, and it was real and real.

"The boat has passed... Ten Thousand Mountains."

Inexplicably, Hai Wuyan murmured softly.

With Hai Wuyan's victory, the arena beneath his feet gradually dissipated.

"The victory has been decided in the Tianzihao Arena. Please return to your positions."

Hongyun looked at Hai Wuyan and the little monk with a chuckle.

"Ah."

Hai Wuyan breathed a sigh of relief. With indifference in his eyes, he took the initiative to come to the young monk. A smile slowly appeared on his indifferent face, with some respect in it.

He bowed deeply to the young monk:
"Holy Monk Yingchen, will you follow me down?"

"Amitabha, please come from the sea."

The little monk's eyes were filled with astonishment, and then he smiled innocently. Hai Wuyan's palm gently placed on his shoulder, and he only heard Hai Wuyan's soft words: The stars change.

The two figures have already arrived at the stage.

As soon as the two people got off the stage, they saw the red cloud on the stage jump slightly. The arena that was originally suspended in the air disappeared. His figure had already arrived on the arena with the word "ground".

"The second game, Dao...disciple Lu Ziyu versus Elder Jinshan."

When talking about Taoist disciples, a hint of complexity flashed in Hongyun's eyes, and then he sighed.

As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Ziyu stepped on the golden sword and came to the ring gracefully.

Opposite him, a giant man in his early forties jumped up and with a "pop" sound, the giant man landed on the ring.

"Elder Jinshan!!"

"I am a genius in the martial arts master realm!"

"I finally saw you today..."

"How could Lu Ziyu from that sect be my martial arts master's opponent?"

"........."

Everyone in the audience looked up to the figures on the stage.

"The one who calls Lu Ziyu is quite capable. He won the first place in Arena No. 8 yesterday."

"Haha, if Pei Yinlang's Yun Pei hadn't nodded, he wouldn't even be qualified to enter."

"There's no other way. The Tao Sect's great competition only invites heroes from all over the world. Since he wants to participate, how can the Lord Pei Yinlang refuse?"

"..."

The sound of discussion here made His Highness Chao Yue, the demon clan in the audience, slightly startled.

He calmly came to the side of the speaker and bowed politely:
"Brother, please interrupt me. You just said that the person from that sect on the stage joined the competition midway??"

"Of course, so many people were watching yesterday."

"That's it. Thank you, brother."

Chaoyue bowed politely again, and then looked at the people on the stage with burning eyes.

The big man in a bamboo hat next to him quietly moved toward him and whispered:
"Your Highness, what do you want to do??"

When Chaoyue heard the words of the big man in a bamboo hat, his eyes flashed with intense light:
"Of course I want to try this great Yong hero."

His voice was not loud, but it sounded like thunder in the ears of the big man in the bamboo hat. Without thinking, he stepped forward and took Chaoyue's arm and said solemnly:

"No, if your identity is exposed here..."

Chao Yue smiled slightly. He looked at Lu Ziyu on the stage lightly, then looked around and whispered:

"With Peiyin Lang Yunpei of Dayong here, there is no chance that we will be in danger."

Um? ?

When the big man heard this, his eyes flashed with confusion. He couldn't understand Chao Yue's meaning.

(End of this chapter)