This question immediately put Mr. Ye out of control.
Confucian saint?
Who is a Confucian saint?
Ye Qingyun looked around.
It seemed like I was the only one who had just entered.
He pointed at himself.
"Um, are you asking me?"
Yan Zheng hummed.
Ye Qingyun was suddenly embarrassed.
"I'm not a Confucian saint. Look at my cultivation at the Condensation Level, I'm still far from being a saint."
Hearing this, Yan Zheng also noticed Ye Qingyun's cultivation.
Very weak indeed.
But for some reason, Yan Zheng felt keenly that there was an extremely amazing power hidden in Ye Qingyun's body.
This power is hidden very deeply.
Even Yan Zheng was not sure what kind of force this was.
But one thing is certain about Yanzheng.
The person in front of me, who speaks and behaves a bit strangely, must be a person who is very good at hiding himself.
Everything he showed was probably not the true face of this person at all.
"Your Majesty can pass through the three levels I set. He is definitely not an ordinary person."
Yan Zheng said calmly.
Ye Qingyun touched his nose.
"It was just a fluke."
lucky?
Yan Zheng doesn't think so.
None of the three levels he set could be passed by luck.
Not to mention Ye Yun's performance in these three levels can only be described as amazing.
At least Yan Zheng never expected that Ye Qingyun would behave like this.
"Please take a seat."
"good."
Ye Qingyun and Yan Zheng immediately sat opposite each other.
As the dean of Baisha Academy, Shen Yunlong, now worked as a waiter for the servants, making tea and water for the two of them.
Ye Qingyun was thinking about rescuing Huikong, and couldn't help but speak first at this moment.
"Huikong was confused for a moment and made a mistake. I will apologize to your court on his behalf."
"I hope you can be more lenient and let Huikong go."
As Ye Qingyun spoke, he bowed to Yan Zheng.
Yan Zheng's complexion changed slightly.
Do not know why.
Being bowed by Ye Qingyun like this, the energy and blood in his body surged uncontrollably.
Deep in his soul, there was even more pain.
"Why is this so?"
Yan Zheng was secretly surprised.
When Ye Qingyun saw that Yan Zheng was silent, he thought he did it on purpose.
I want to see Ye Qingyun's sincerity.
Ye Qingyun was helpless and secretly scolded Huikong, "If something happens, I will come and wipe your ass."
Now.
Ye Qingyun took a deep breath.
He bowed deeply to Yan Zheng again.
"I hope you can be more tolerant!"
At this bow, Yan Zheng groaned, and his internal organs seemed to be shocked.
The throat is sweet.
Almost vomiting blood.
Ye Qingyun is not finished yet.
I have to bend down again.
Yan Zheng panicked.
Raise your hand quickly.
"Your Excellency, you don't have to be like this. Sit down and talk about it later."
Ye Qingyun was startled and had to first
Sat down.
Yan Zheng breathed a long sigh of relief, finally suppressing his boiling blood.
"Who is this person? I can't bear his two rak'ahs?"
Yan Zheng was horrified.
He is the son of a saint.
Moreover, although Yan Zheng has no cultivation base at all, he has extremely profound Confucian attainments.
It has reached the state of speaking the constitution of heaven and following the law.
If Yan Zheng is willing, he can achieve the status of a saint in this era.
But Yan Zheng did not do this.
What he pursues is not the realm of sainthood.
That’s why I didn’t become a saint through Confucianism.
But even so, he is worthy enough to be worshiped by anyone in the world.
But Ye Qingyun's two prayers almost made him vomit blood.
This was so unexpected for Yan Zheng.
Yan Zheng calmed down.
"What do you call your honorable master?"
"Ye Qingyun."
"Qingyun's ambition? Good name, good name!"
"Ahem, mom and dad are fine."
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Shen Yunlong on the side was silent.
There was a sense of embarrassment in the conversation between these two people.
"Master Ye doesn't seem to be a Buddhist, but I don't know what his relationship is with that monk?"
Yan Zheng finally talked about Huikong.
"It is true that I am not a Buddhist, but the Buddhist monks in the Western Region regard me as the holy son of Buddhism. No matter how I explain it, it is useless, and I still can't explain it at all."
Ye Qingyun smiled a bit bitterly.
"As for Huikong, he is the first monk I know. He has always followed me and respects me very much."
Yan Zheng frowned slightly.
"So, what he did when he came to Baisha Academy this time was at your command?"
Ye Qingyun waved his hands repeatedly.
"No, no, no, it has nothing to do with me. I didn't even know he came here."
Yan Zheng's expression softened slightly.
"Although this monk Huikong did nothing wrong, he has touched the bottom line of my Confucianism. If it weren't for the fact that his attitude was acceptable, Yan would not have simply suppressed him."
"Yes, yes, that's what you taught me."
Ye Qingyun didn't refute anything, he could only follow what the other party said.
He knew very well that he could never refute at this time.
After all, it was your own fault first, so it is normal for others to complain.
After all, Yan Zheng was a scholar and open-minded, so he didn't really want to embarrass Ye Qingyun.
Yan Zheng raised his hand.
The ground outside the academy immediately cracked open.
Huikong, who was bound by five-color chains transformed into "benevolence, justice, propriety, wisdom and trust", flew out of the ground at once, and then flew directly into the hall of the academy.
"Huikong!"
Seeing Huikong appear, Ye Qingyun shouted quickly.
Huikong also saw Ye Qingyun and couldn't help but feel ashamed.
Plop.
Kneeling in front of Ye Qingyun.
"Holy Son, Huikong was confused for a moment and made a mistake. I hope the Holy Son will punish me!"
Ye Qingyun saw this
, couldn't help but sigh.
He reached out and patted Huikong's bald head.
"You, you, you are really stupid by chanting sutras."
"I understand that you want to promote Buddhism, but you can't do it on Confucian territory."
"On a par with our own hearts, if someone goes to a Buddhist temple and behaves like this, how can Buddhism tolerate it?"
"Huikong, you really need to reflect on yourself this time."
These words made Huikong feel ashamed.
"Son!"
Huikong suddenly sat on the ground.
"Huikong is ashamed of the teachings of the Holy Son and of Buddhism!"
"Let me pass away in this body to appease the anger of Confucianism!"
After saying that, Huikong directly raised his hand to give himself a slap on the forehead.
He will pass away on the spot!
Ye Qingyun was startled.
Stop it immediately.
Unfortunately it was too late.
Huikong's palm looked like it would be slapped on the forehead.
But at this time.
Yan Zheng raised his hand slightly.
Huikong's palm suddenly froze, unable to fall any further.
Yan Zheng stood up and came to Huikong.
"You are not guilty enough."
Huikong looked at Yan Zheng blankly.
Ye Qingyun even slapped Huikong's bald head.
Couldn't help but yell angrily.
"Is there something wrong with you?"
"It's just a matter of just admitting your mistakes and correcting them, isn't it? Why do you have to pass away?"
"If you die, what will happen to your great ambition to save the world?"
"Good-for-nothing!"
Huikong looked at Ye Qingyun with red eyes.
"Holy Son, I"
"What are you? Now shut up and get out of the academy."
"When I finish handling things here, I'll take you back to think about it!"
"Get out!"
Huikong could only stand up silently, bowed deeply to Yan Zheng and Shen Yunlong with his hands clasped together, and then walked out of the academy.
Yan Zheng didn't stop him, he didn't intend to embarrass Huikong.
Just to meet Ye Qingyun.
"Don't worry, Your Excellency, I will strictly discipline you after I return, and nothing like this will ever happen again."
Ye Qingyun quickly assured.
Yan Zheng nodded, and then said to Shen Yunlong, "Please invite the Taoist master to come in."
"yes!"
Shen Yunlong hurried out.
It didn't take a while.
Shen Yunlong invited Mu Yangzi in.
When Mu Yangzi came in, he glanced at Ye Qingyun first, and then came to Yan Zheng.
Bow down and pay homage.
"Mu Yangzi, a poor Taoist, pays homage to his Confucian predecessors."
Yan Zheng smiled.
"Mu Yangzi, I visited your master Tian Mingzi back then, and I met you once before."
"It's just that you weren't that old yet at that time."
Mu Yangzi was shocked when he heard this.
The person in front of me actually knows his master Tian Mingzi.
"By the way, where is your senior brother Chi Xuanzi?"
Yan Zheng asked again.
Speaking of Chi Xuanzi and Mu Yangzi
His expression was a little sad.
"Senior brother, he was discharged and passed away."
Yan Zheng was slightly startled, and his expression was a little complicated.
This matter was never mentioned again.
"Everyone, please sit down."
Yan Zheng asked Ye Qingyun and Mu Yangzi to sit down again.
Ye Qingyun naturally sat down generously.
Mu Yangzi, on the other hand, seemed a little reserved.
After all, Yan Zhengnai is a predecessor of Confucianism and the son of Fusheng, so his seniority is too high.
Logically speaking, Mu Yangzi is not qualified to be on an equal footing with Yan Zheng.
That completely messes up the seniority.
As for Shen Yunlong, he is not even qualified to sit down.
All I could do was stand aside honestly.
However, Shen Yunlong didn't mind at all and even felt honored.
It is a great honor to be able to serve tea and water to a Confucian senior like Yan Zheng.
"Master Ye, when I entered the three levels before, I saw that your calligraphy skills are extremely high, and your chess skills are astonishing. I think you have a great connection with my Confucianism."
As Yan Zheng spoke, he was quite curious about Ye Qingyun.
Ye Qingyun smiled and shook his head.
"I just know a little bit about it."
Understand a little bit?
Yan Zheng looked strange.
If you look at the accomplishments Ye Qingyun showed when he passed the three levels, it is not as simple as just understanding.
It is no exaggeration to say that he is a Confucian saint.
However, Ye Qingyun is so humble, which is in line with the style of a Confucian gentleman.
Yan Zheng couldn't help but feel fond of Ye Qingyun.
"Master Ye, how about you and I play another round of chess?"
"all right."
Yan Zheng raised his hand.
The chessboard and chess box appeared on the table.
Seeing this situation, Mu Yangzi couldn't help but look forward to it.
It is a rare opportunity to see two masters, Ye Qingyun and Yan Zheng, playing against each other.
Shen Yunlong also stood by the side with a face filled with anticipation, feeling extremely excited.
Confucian people can always understand the principles of Confucianism during games of chess.
Shen Yunlong is naturally eager to have such an opportunity.
"Master Ye, please."
Yan Zheng signaled to Ye Qingyun to go ahead in black.
Ye Qingyun waved his hands repeatedly.
"It's better for you, Your Excellency, to invite me first."
Yan Zheng frowned slightly.
"Does Mr. Ye intend to give in?"
Ye Qingyun smiled.
"Not really, it's just that I'm used to playing second. If you make the first move and let me make a move, I won't be able to play chess anymore."
"That's interesting."
Yan Zheng did not give in anymore. He also knew that Ye Qingyun was very powerful in chess. If he did not fight for the first move, he might not be able to defeat Ye Qingyun.
Now.
Yan Zheng holds a black piece and places it on the chessboard.
Buzz!!!
The moment the chess piece fell, a mighty avenue jumped out from the chessboard.
Everything around seemed to have undergone earth-shaking changes.
Mu Yangzi showed a shocked face, and Shen Yunlong's expression changed drastically.
This is no longer a battle of chess strength.
It’s a battle of avenues!
There are so many words in this chapter that it scares me!
This chapter has been completed!