Seeing this elder actually running out, Shen Yunlong's heart suddenly skipped a beat.
Quickly intervene to stop it.
Regardless of whether he would hurt the elder, Shen Yunlong directly pressed his palm to the ground.
Then knocked him unconscious.
But one of them was knocked unconscious, and there were several others.
Except for the elder who reported the news, the other elders and a large number of disciples could not bear it anymore.
One by one, they rushed outside the magic circle.
He kept shouting that he wanted to become a monk.
This left Shen Yunlong at a loss as to what to do.
My heart was filled with anxiety and deep sadness.
"Is Baisha Academy really going to die today?"
Shen Yunlong glared at Huikong outside the magic circle.
But there is nothing you can do.
Seeing the people running towards the outside of the magic circle, Shen Yunlong suddenly collapsed on the ground.
The whole person seemed to have lost his mind.
"That's all."
Shen Yunlong waved his hands repeatedly.
He was already desperate.
In the blink of an eye.
Except for the elder who was knocked unconscious by him and the elder who had been reporting to him, almost all the other elders and disciples had already rushed out of the magic circle.
Everyone gathered around Huikong.
When Shen Yunlong saw this, he could only let out a sad laugh.
"Master, me"
At this time, the elder who reported the news also came to Shen Yunlong.
Shen Yunlong glanced at him.
"What? Are you going to join Buddhism too?"
The elder who reported the news was embarrassed, but he nodded.
Then he bowed deeply to Shen Yunlong.
"Master, I'm sorry."
Afterwards, the elder who reported the news also ran out quickly.
Shen Yunlong sat there blankly.
His eyes were red.
At this moment, his faith was deeply impacted.
"Is it true that Confucianism is inferior to Buddhism?"
at this time.
The sound of footsteps suddenly sounded.
Shen Yunlong was startled and turned to look.
Then he saw an eight or nine-year-old child, dressed in plain white Confucian clothes, standing next to Shen Yunlong.
This child has a fair face, clear eyebrows, and is very good-looking.
But his eyes had a look that was completely different from that of a child.
Shen Yunlong was stunned.
"Are you a disciple of the academy?"
The child nodded.
"That
Why don't you go outside?"
The child turned his head and glanced at Shen Yunlong.
"Why should I go outside?"
This question made Shen Yunlong a little confused.
In Shen Yunlong's opinion, everyone else in Baisha Academy is rushing to switch to Buddhism.
I can't stop it myself.
And how could such an eight or nine-year-old child still be able to withstand the evil methods of the demonic monk?
The child looked calmly at the academy elders and disciples kneeling in front of Huikong outside the academy.
"My Confucian classics are vast, and my Confucian thoughts can be passed down to all generations. How can I be inferior to Buddha?"
The child spoke calmly.
Shen Yunlong suddenly looked at the child in shock.
Because he saw the Confucian majesty in this child.
Far superior to my own Confucian magnanimity!
Rumble!!!
Above the sky, there was a muffled sound of thunder for no apparent reason.
And the thunder seemed to appear because of this child.
I saw children walking slowly.
As soon as he took one step, the child's long black hair instantly turned to snow-white.
The child's face has not changed at all, it is still immature.
But there is a vicissitudes and ancient atmosphere around him.
this moment.
Countless powerful people in the major Confucian holy places all felt the reaction.
They all looked in the direction of Baisha Academy.
"Is this the awakening of my Confucian saint?"
"Why is there such a breath?"
"Who is this? Which Confucian sage is this?"
Shen Yunlong looked at the child with disheveled white hair, a look of horror on his face.
"You, you, you are my Confucian senior?"
The child sighed.
"I didn't want to pay attention to this matter, but you and others are really too unbearable and have lost the face of my Confucian family."
Shen Yunlong's face was full of shame.
"May I ask, senior, which of our Confucian sages is this?"
The child showed a trace of reminiscence.
"Fusheng is my father."
As soon as these words came out, Shen Yunlong was immediately shocked, and his whole body couldn't help but tremble.
Restoration!
This mysterious and powerful white-haired child in front of me is actually the son of the Confucian Resurrection Saint?
In ancient times, the five great Confucian saints were born one after another, making Confucianism glorious in ancient times.
It was so glorious that it almost never faltered.
These five saints are the five saints of Confucianism who are the pride of countless Confucian people!
The second saint born among them was Fu Sheng.
He is the father of the white-haired child in front of him.
"Senior is actually the son of Fu Sheng?"
The white-haired child said nothing more.
At this moment, with one step forward, the magic circle covering the entire Baisha Academy has dissipated.
And the figure of the white-haired child also appeared in the sky.
He put his hands behind his back and looked down at the people below.
Huikong was lecturing everyone when he suddenly felt a heavy pressure and immediately looked up.
I happened to see the white-haired child.
Huikong was startled and immediately realized that this white-haired child was not an ordinary person.
He immediately stood up, clasped his hands together, and bowed to the white-haired child.
"The poor monk Huikong has met his Confucian predecessors!"
The white-haired child looked at Huikong calmly.
To be precise, he was looking at the phantom of the Buddha behind Huikong.
The white-haired child squinted his eyes slightly, seeming to have realized something.
"As a Buddhist, you come to my Confucian land to cause trouble and forcefully recruit believers. Don't you think it's a bit too much?"
The white-haired child spoke.
Huikong's expression remained unchanged.
"The poor monk is just promoting Buddhism and persuading the world to see clearly the illusions in the world, to transcend the other side as soon as possible, and to enjoy the true fruition."
As soon as he said this, the white-haired child showed a trace of ridicule.
There was even a bit of disdain.
"Buddhism is really like that."
Huikong frowned.
"Senior, what do you mean?"
The white-haired child pointed at Hui Kong.
"In ancient times, I, the Confucian school, and even hundreds of schools of thought, were on the same page as you, the Buddhist school."
"Buddhism has followers of Buddhism, and hundreds of schools of thought have followers. They do not interfere with each other."
"But you, a member of the Buddhist sect, have used Buddhism to hijack many believers. Even the followers of hundreds of my schools have been plundered by your Buddhist sect."
"You have a beautiful name for Buddhism, which is to save the world. Is it true that only by believing in your Buddhism can the world transcend the other side?"
"That's ridiculous!"
“How dare you talk about Buddhism despite being a bandit?”
With a sharp shout, the white-haired child's whole body grew majestic.
Moreover, all the people in the academy surrounding Huikong woke up.
The fanaticism in their eyes was complete
All dissipated.
What replaced it was sobriety and fear.
"Confucian disciples, why don't you come back quickly?"
The white-haired child shouted loudly.
For a time, those people in the academy who originally planned to submit to Buddhism, whether disciples or elders, all retreated to Baisha Academy.
Even the five elders, Fang, who were the first to be ordained, returned to Baisha Academy together.
They all looked ashamed, and some did not dare to face Shen Yunlong.
Shen Yunlong didn't care, and was very happy.
"With this Confucian senior here, our Baisha Academy can finally be saved!"
Shen Yunlong looked at the figure of the white-haired child, his eyes full of awe.
Huikong was stunned on the spot.
Originally, believers gathered around him, making Huikong think that his idea of promoting Buddhism and letting Buddhism take root in the Central Plains had been realized.
But in the blink of an eye.
This white-haired child brought him back to his original shape.
The white-haired child's words also made Huikong fall into deep confusion.
"Did I do something wrong?"
Huikong's tone was trembling, and his heart was confused.
At this time, the white-haired child in the sky spoke again.
"We Confucians educate the world with benevolence, justice, propriety, wisdom, faith, and faith. How can your Buddhist theory of cause and effect and reincarnation compare with my Confucian beliefs?"
This sentence directly defeated Huikong's Buddhist heart.
puff!!!
Huikong spit out blood, and the Buddhist power around him quickly dimmed.
"Let's break up."
The white-haired child gently raised his hand.
Rumble!!!
The shadow of the Buddha that had been standing behind Huikong suddenly disappeared.
Huikong lost his biggest support, his figure was swaying and he could hardly stand still.
The white-haired child did not give up.
He raised his hand gently.
He slapped Huikong.
Then he saw the five words "benevolence, justice, propriety, wisdom and trust" turn into silver light and fall on Huikong instantly.
Huikong was unable to resist.
The whole person was driven thousands of feet underground.
The white-haired child looked normal, as if he had done something very ordinary.
"For disturbing our Confucian sect, I will suppress you here for thousands of years and repent."
"If the person behind you wants to save you, come to Baisha Academy to see me."
Everyone knows what the Zhongyuan and Baijia mean. Foreign monks may not necessarily know how to recite sutras, but the things taught by our ancestors are still more powerful.
This chapter has been completed!