madnovel Chapter 413 Confucian Sage Zhang Jin
Chapter 413 Confucian Sage Zhang Jin
Bai Yu has determined that today's Dali Country and even Songming Country are no longer safe.
Perhaps only by leaving this continent can we continue to practice stably.
He rummaged through many jade slips and finally discovered a cruel fact.
A teleportation array that can support ultra-long-distance teleportation is definitely a battleground for military strategists.
After countless years of war, all known ancient teleportation formations have been completely destroyed.
There may be some hidden ancient teleportation arrays, but those things are hard to come by.
This made Bai Yu embarrassed.
It's definitely not possible to scurry around like a fly, you have to find an idea.
After much thought, he found that the most likely opportunity to know about the ancient teleportation array might be found in Master White Turtle's legacy.
He happened to have the key to Master White Turtle - the white turtle shell - in his hand. If he had some luck, he might be able to find the treasure left behind by Master White Turtle.
"No matter what, let's make arrangements for Songming Country first, and then look for opportunities to travel. Maybe we can encounter the ancient teleportation array."
In the following days, Bai Yu began to prepare.
Time passes by, and twenty years pass by in a flash.
In the past twenty years, the situation in Songming Country has been basically stable.
The influence of the Yan family has evaporated.
After the new emperor Jiang Yizhi secured the throne, he began to appoint disciples from Baihe Academy to promote the imperial examination of immortality.
Not surprisingly, this was strongly resisted by aristocratic families everywhere.
Small rebellions broke out one after another in various places, and the situation became unstable again.
On this day, Bai Yu summoned Nan Fubo.
Nan Fubo bowed his hands respectfully and said:
"I wonder what your uncle's orders are?"
At this time, Nan Fubo has become a capable middle-aged man.
Although the golden elixir has been formed, he was already old when he formed the elixir.
But under the erosion of time, crow's feet have appeared in the corners of the eyes, and there are also traces of white hair on the temples.
Young people are old in the world, and pity happens in vain.
Bai Yu watched with his own eyes that the innocent young man with clear eyes turned into an old man.
"Xiao Nan, you have learned it through experience over the years."
"I have decided that you will take over as the next Little Lei Temple Master."
Nan Fubo was stunned:
"Uncle Master? Are you leaving? Xiao Lei Guan can't live without you."
This is true sincerity.
He also watched with his own eyes that Xiaoleiguan became prosperous and prosperous under Bai Yu's management.
When Bai Yu took over Xiaoleiguan, Xiaoleiguan was still an outside observer, with thirty or fifty disciples and one or two spiritual veins.
Nowadays, Xiaoleiguan has become the first of the three sects in Songming Kingdom, with three dojos in three states, dozens of spiritual veins, and over 10,000 disciples.
Nan Fubo said anxiously:
"Uncle Master, if you leave, I'm afraid Xiao Lei Guan won't be able to keep such a big family business."
"And now that traces of demonic cultivators are starting to appear in various places, I can't do without you at this time."
Bai Yu smiled slightly:
"It doesn't matter, Xiao Lei Guan has the full support of Lei Yang Sect, and has good relations with Yuan Fu Guan in the middle, and is even more grateful to the three lower sects. As long as we don't make progress, we can maintain the existing resources."
"Before I leave, I will leave another trump card for Xiao Lei Guan, enough to protect Xiao Lei Guan for two hundred years."
"Two hundred years later, if no more Nascent Soul is born in Xiao Lei Guan, he will retreat to one state."
Hearing this, Nan Fubo looked thoughtful.
He knew that his uncle looked indifferent and indifferent, but in fact he was quite skillful.
As long as Uncle Bai makes a promise, he will definitely keep it.
He turned over and prostrated.
"Fu Bo sincerely abides by Master Uncle's decree."
Bai Yu passed on the seal of Nanfubo Fujian and the certificate of Leiyang Sect.
Half a month later, Nan Fubo succeeded as the master of Xiaolei Temple.
At this time, Bai Yu arrived at the Crystal Palace, the headquarters of Yanyu Tower.
Lan Yuniang squatted in front of Bai Yu and gently beat his legs.
Others would never have imagined that the owner of Yanyu Tower, who was all-powerful outside, would show such a childish side in front of others.
She is the master of Songming Country's number one intelligence and assassin organization, and she has a fierce reputation.
Lan Yuniang's bare hands gently massaged Bai Yu.
The thin clothes could not hide the mature charm, and the tall figure was almost to the point of being ripped out of the clothes.
Bai Yu didn't lower his head to appreciate the touching charm.
He flipped through a pile of jade slips and said to himself:
"Sure enough, in the past few years, demon cultivators everywhere have shown faint signs of recovery."
Lan Yuniang smiled softly:
"Mr. Lang, according to your instructions, Yanyu Tower has discovered the main altar of demon cultivators, which is located on She Lao Mountain in Yongzhou."
"According to the news from inside sources, it is very likely that the ghost mother who escaped after being injured is sleeping here."
At first, everyone from the Leiyang Sect came to help and surrounded and killed the demons of the mother and son.
The ghost mother was seriously injured, but in the end she blew herself up, took the body of an infant spirit, and fled forcefully.
Her strength naturally plummeted, but it was hidden very well under the arrangements of the Yan family in Xiliang.
It was only now that demonic cultivators began to show up and leak clues.
Bai Yu caressed Lan Yuniang's face:
"Yu Niang is really a genius in intelligence. With Yu Niang's help, I feel like a fish in water."
Lan Yuniang held Bai Yu's finger in her mouth, her eyes watery:
"Lang Jun, the water is poisoned and I need Lang Jun to detoxify."
It's late at night and the lights are out.
A few days later, Bai Yu turned into a ray of light, speeding across the sky.
His target this time was not the Ghost Mother, but the Confucian sage Zhang Jin.
At Baihe Academy, Zhang Jin had already become an official and devoted himself to educating the disciples in the academy.
Today, he has more than 100,000 disciples spread all over Songming Kingdom.
Many Confucian scholars even brought their own dry food and traveled tens of thousands of miles to come to listen to Zhang Jin's lectures.
Although most of these disciples are mortals and have no immortal cultivation.
On this day, he took the stage and gave a lesson on "The Doctrine of the Mean", which was a thought-provoking and profound lesson.
Looking at the increasingly prosperous academy, he couldn't help but smile with satisfaction.
And he sighed secretly:
"If we can continue to implement the Immortal Dao Imperial Examination, all laws in the world will come out of Confucianism, and that will be the prosperous age of our Confucianism."
After class, he returned to his bedroom and explained the meaning of the scriptures.
Although he is a Confucian sage in the world and the sect of all Confucian scholars, his life is very simple.
A bed, a table, a lamp, a desk, a pile of books, that's all.
The food is just water and brown rice, and there are no maids to serve in daily life.
Zhang Jin, who was writing with his head down, looked like an ordinary poor old man.
As he bent over his desk and started writing, the literary energy above his head soared into the sky like a wolf smoke, turning into a unique cloud of Confucianism and Taoism.
At this moment, the shadow of the oil lamp suddenly flickered, and a figure appeared in the corner.
Zhang Jin raised his head:
"Your Majesty broke into the house late at night, which is not the behavior of a gentleman."
"If you are looking for money, there is a jar of dry food in the southeast corner, and a bunch of silver."
In the light, the figure gradually solidified, revealing the appearance of a green-robed Taoist.
It is Bai Yu.
His voice was leisurely:
"I'm not here for wealth, only for my life."
"Whose life?"
"Your life."
Zhang Jin suddenly smiled:
"Baizhenjun, maybe your strength is better than mine, but it would be too much to ask for an old man's life in the academy."
"This place is where the cultural heritage of the Songming Kingdom lies, and where hundreds of millions of Confucian scholars aspire."
"With the wisdom of hundreds of millions of Confucian scholars, I'm afraid the true king will have to worry about himself first."
Bai Yu said calmly:
"I won't kill you, just commit suicide."