Half a month after arriving in King Luoyun's capital, the old beggar and I successfully entered the inner city.

During this period, I don’t know how many overt and covert snoops there were. It is estimated that many people in Luoyun Kingdom have investigated the identities of me and the old beggar during this period.

I don’t know if there are any flaws in the identity of the so-called Xiaoyao Sect disciples. Anyway, judging from the current situation, there should be no loopholes. Otherwise, the old beggar and I would not be allowed to enter the inner city.

A luxurious mansion was arranged for us in the inner city, not because of the old beggar's "pseudo-fairyland" strength, but because the old beggar deliberately leaked the news and said that he was planning to stay in King Luoyun's capital for a few years.

See if you can find some good seedlings in Luoyun Kingdom and bring them back to Xiaoyao Sect.

As a result, the senior officials of Luoyun Kingdom paid more attention to it, and even some members of the royal family came to greet us when we first entered the inner city.

Seeing the old beggar enjoying himself here like a fish in water, I can't help but feel a little embarrassed in my heart.

Damn it, if those immortals in the royal capital see through our identity, you will cry, old man!

As for how to extract words from the mouths of the royal family members and those pseudo-immortal strongmen, that is the old beggar's business. After I entered the inner city, the first thing I did was to go to the Confucian Academy with Han Bin and others.

As one of the orthodox Confucian schools of the human race, the Confucian Academy is naturally a very grand existence.

From a distance, the Confucian Academy is not big, probably only a few hundred feet in diameter. However, this is just a clever cover-up.

The building of the Confucian Academy is just an entrance, and there is another world inside it. According to Han Bin and others, there is heaven and earth in the Confucian Academy, with a space of hundreds of miles in radius, with mountains, rivers, birds, fish and insects everywhere.

It is simply a fairyland-like existence.

In general, the real Confucian school is of the same nature as my inner world, but it is far less vast than my inner world!

If you want to enter the Confucian Academy, you must spend a stick of incense in the main hall in front of the Confucian Academy. I have been very curious about the three paintings in the hall for a while.

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If you can hold a stick of incense in front of the first painting, you can enter the Confucian Academy. If you can hold a stick of incense in front of the third painting, you can get a promise from the great blue butterfly. What is it like?

What about the scroll?

When I arrived in front of the Confucian Academy, I found that there were many people gathered here, including men, women, old and young. Some were as powerful as the Dzogchen in the Divine Power Realm, and there were even more in the Cave Void Realm, but the majority were ordinary people.

Seeing this spectacular scene of crowded people, Han Bin said with a smile: "Brother Li, the scene we are seeing now happens basically every month. Even those who failed before will not be willing to give up. Every month

I will come here to try my luck when the hall opens..."

This main hall in front of the Confucian Academy is open for three days every month, and all comers are welcome.

When I first started, I was still wondering, since the Confucian Academy produced these three paintings to test certain aptitudes of all living beings, why was it only done in the inner city of the royal capital? Didn't the residents of the outer city and other counties and cities within the territory have no chance?

When I asked this question, Han Bin responded with a smile: "There are rubbings of the first painting in every county and city. Those rubbings were enshrined and painted by the Lord himself. Although there is a certain power contained in them.

It can't be compared with the first painting, but it still contains 50% of the Tao Yun..."

"If you can hold a stick of incense in front of the rubbings for a while, you will be brought to the royal capital. Even if you can't hold a stick of incense in front of the real first painting, you can become a resident of the inner city. Likewise.

Yes, there are many rubbings of the first painting in the outer city of the royal capital. Anyone who can hold a stick of incense in front of the rubbings can enter the inner city..."

After listening to Han Bin's words, I suddenly understood.

Looking at the main hall not far away, a strange look inevitably flashed in my eyes.

I don’t know if I can survive the time of burning incense in front of the first painting. If I can’t survive, I won’t even have the chance to enter the Confucian Academy. How can I find out if we are really there in the Confucian Academy?

The legacy of the ancestors of this line!

Looking at the people coming in and out of the hall, I couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

After many people entered the main hall, it didn't take long for them to be carried out by some Confucian disciples wearing green robes who were guarding the other side of the main hall. Whether they were peddlers or powerful people in the supernatural realm, they were all in a coma.

It seemed as if he had lost his mind in the hall.

Those who were carried out of the main hall would soon wake up after lying outside the main hall for a while. There was no one who was embarrassed or ashamed. They all left with sighs and unwillingness on their faces.

During half an hour of waiting in line, many people have been carried out of the main hall, and so far no one has been able to hold a stick of incense in front of the first painting.

When it was my turn, I took a deep breath and walked into the hall.

In the main hall, in addition to more than a dozen Confucian disciples in green robes waiting quietly with their hands down, there was also an old man in green robes sitting cross-legged, closing his eyes and meditating.

Pseudo fairyland Dzogchen!

This old man's body exudes a strong sense of Confucian righteousness, but at the same time, he can sense the decline of his energy and blood, and there is a faint aura of death lingering on his body. It is obvious that his life is running out.

Longevity is the biggest shortcoming of Confucianism. Even for a strong Confucian who can enter the pseudo-immortal realm, longevity is less than two hundred years old. This is incomparable with other cultivation systems.

There were twenty people in our group who entered the main hall. After the others entered the main hall, they all excitedly bowed to the old man in green clothes and then walked towards the wall on the left side of the main hall.

A huge picture scroll hangs beside it.

Didn’t it say there were three paintings?

Why is there only this painting in the main hall?

I had some doubts in my heart, but I didn't think much about it. I followed everyone to the huge picture scroll.

The content presented on the scroll is a magnificent picture of mountains and rivers, with nine peaks shrouded in clouds and mist, and nine great rivers roaring.

When I first saw this painting, I felt my soul tremble suddenly, as if I had some special insight, and my soul seemed to be sucked into this huge painting.

The towering mountains and the violent rivers formed a huge chessboard between the heaven and the earth in this picture, and I felt as if I had become a chess piece in this chessboard.

The big chessboard of heaven and earth, with all living beings as its sons?
Chapter completed!