The explosion of technological inventions is exciting.

It cannot hide the problems that occurred.

In particular, thinking is still stuck in the ancient times when Confucianism was the most respected and capital had just sprouted.

The explosion of science and technology seems to have put the world on the fast track, but ideology and culture are far behind the pace. It is like walking without a leg.

Countless traditional people with lofty ideals, faced with the advent of all kinds of new and weird inventions, once fell into deep confusion and helplessness, and even collapsed and committed suicide.

But the wheel of the times has begun, and individual power is no more than a mantis trying to control the chariot.

After experiencing ideological confusion for five or six years, scholars in this world gradually summarized a set of objective and feasible red books on social operation based on Chen Jun's oral thoughts. At the same time, the world will never lack geniuses and various new trends of thought.

, New Ideology gradually emerged.

The year at this time has reached the twelfth year of Kaiyuan, which is also the twelfth year of Chen Jun's leadership.

The ten-year period has expired, and Bai Suzhen still stays by his side and has never left. She is afraid that Chen Jun will not be able to survive, because in the past two years, many immortal clones have descended from the sky, and even Yan Chixia was in a battle duel.

They were all seriously injured. If Chen Jun hadn't arrived in time, he would have almost died.

"Let's go."

A voice rang out in an ordinary courtyard in the Imperial Capital.

"Where are we going?"

Bai Suzhen looked at the young man with sunspots on the chessboard in front of her, and deep worry flashed in her eyes. The world would never believe that the person behind the change in the world could hide in such a simple courtyard and remain unchanged for twelve years;

In the same twelve years, no immortal clone descended from the earth could defeat him or knock him down, but the twelve years he spent in the human world stained his temples with a slight frosty white color.

"Master?"

Bai Suzhen didn't reply after asking. Xiaoqian, who was standing on the edge of the chess game, asked again, "What are you thinking about, sir? Why are you so distracted?"

"It's time to completely close the gates of heaven."

Chen Jun looked at the task progress displayed by the system and said with a smile, "Let's go to Qiantang. Cause starts in Qiantang, and the effect will die in Qiantang."

"Qiantang?"

Bai Suzhen's eyes were deep in thought. She had been practicing with Chen Jun for these years, and she knew that the young man following her was definitely not aimless. Suddenly, an idea flashed in her mind, and she asked in shock, "Is it the West Lake?" When she was looking for traces of Chen Jun,

I once felt a thrilling feeling on the West Lake.

Chen Jun glanced at her and nodded, "It is indeed the West Lake. When I left Qiantang twelve years ago, I laid a formation on the West Lake called Zhu Xian!"

"Zhu Xian!"

Yan Chixia, Bai Suzhen, Xiaoqian and Xiaoqing in the courtyard were all shocked at the same time.

Not only was I impressed by his foresight and planning early on, but I was also amazed by this formation. With Chen Jun's always low-key character, he could be given the shocking name of Zhuxian Formation, which shows how extraordinary this formation is.

.

"But that ancient Immortal Killing Formation?" Yan Chixia asked curiously.

Chen Jun shook his head, "No, it's my sect's formation, the Immortal Killing Formation!"

Zongmen, when Yan Chixia heard this word, she was suddenly shocked. With Chen Jun's immeasurable cultivation, there was actually a sect. How powerful would that sect be, comparable to any of the ancient immortal sects in Kunlun? But he

Why hadn't he heard of it? He wanted to ask out of curiosity, but he knew Chen Jun's character.

If he wanted to tell himself, he would never hide it.

Today, Chen Jun, in his opinion, is not only a friend who can be entrusted with life and death in just one sentence, but also an ideological mentor, because he has brought huge changes to the world, and is developing in a good direction.

"Brother Xu, please take me with you. Just like that night twelve years ago, in this decisive battle between gods and Buddhas, even if I can't cut that sword for you, as a friend and brother, I will definitely accompany you life and death."

"Oh well."

Chen Jun did not dissuade her. He was very familiar with Yan Chixia's character and could not dissuade her.

Everyone agreed to start the journey without any delay, but as soon as they reached the Imperial City, hundreds of thousands of people stood in darkness on the Central Street, their eyes shining with hot light.

In front of Chen Jun, a group of young, middle-aged and elderly people were already standing.

"Teacher, do you want to go to Qiantang?"

A middle-aged, simple and mighty man in front asked with concern. He is the leader of this city and the heir to Chen Jun's ideas. The faces of the figures behind him are all scientists and inventors who have created countless inventions that have changed people's livelihood.

The sect masters of various schools of thought, as well as the heads of various large and small sects of cultivating immortals.

In the next five years, after witnessing the drastic changes in the world, many small immortal cultivating sects gradually moved closer to Chen Jun and gained a lot of progress and support. Now their strength is no less than those of the great immortal cultivating sects that refused to bow their heads at the beginning.

group.

"How did you know I was going to Qiantang?"

Chen Jun didn't expect that the disciples he taught in the past were all waiting for him here. It seemed that they were well prepared.

"Director Liu of the Observatory and the Master of Yi Xuegong have detected huge spiritual energy fluctuations. It seems that the group of people in the sky have sent the master to deal with you, teacher, so we are here to wait for you."

"Then are you scared?"

Chen Jun glanced at the disciples in front of him and asked calmly: "This time is different from the past. If we fail, all the efforts we have made over the years may be in vain."

"A long time ago, the teacher told us a truth in class. There was no fire in the world. Once we accidentally discovered that fire can defend against enemies and bake cooked food, the evolution of human civilization was inseparable from fire."

The middle-aged man looked calm: "It's the same now. The teacher brought the torch to the human world. It would be difficult for us to live the days without fire again. People's fear comes from the unknown. We have no way of knowing what the gods have. But the teacher

It has given us a key to transcending the gods. The moment we discover the galaxy, we will not stop our desire and curiosity to explore the unknown."

"Of course, we are also prepared to prepare for the counterattack of those forces. Once the teacher fails, all our existing scientific and technological discoveries, ideas, and culture will be spread from light to dark. We will keep the fire, and then burn it completely in the days when the teacher is not around.

stand up."

Chen Jun nodded, "How are the first-generation guns of the Institute of Artificial Intelligence?" The Institute of Artificial Intelligence is a research institute for Mohist disciples, specializing in the study of various inventions. He asked about the details.

"With the efforts of Chen Gui and Tang Fu, the first generation of military guns has been successfully developed. And with the main research of Li Watt, combined with several wealthy private businessmen, the steam train is already in the experimental stage. According to the early data, the feedback is very good

, it will be successful soon.”

"You are doing a great job and I wish you success."

Chen Jun no longer felt at ease and calmly led Bai Suzhen, Xiaoqian and others away.

"Farewell to the saint!"

The tall middle-aged man looked at the figure with frosty white temples going away. He shouted to the sky with a red face and a thick neck, and tears filled his eyes. He might never come back from this battle.

"Farewell to the saint——"

After the man finished shouting, a group of people behind him, no matter how old they were, cried and shouted again, and all bowed to the figure.

This shouts without regrets, this bows with respect and love!

In their minds, without the teacher, the world would be what it was twelve years ago. With the teacher, the world would be what it is now twelve years later.

The technological development of grain rice seeds has enabled a large number of poor people to no longer suffer from hunger.

The new printing technology made knowledge no longer a monopoly power of the upper class.

The vigorous development of education and schools has given countless children the opportunity to escape the shackles of fate. There are also a series of initiatives in textiles, rivers, people's livelihood, economy, culture, thought, etc. that will have an impact forever.

If he is not a saint in the human world, then who among the gods and Buddhas in the sky can be worthy of the word saint?

If heaven does not give birth to immortals, eternity will be like a long night!

"Farewell to the saint!"

On this day, tens of thousands of people in the imperial capital bowed to send off the human saint in white.

Because bowing has been abolished across the country, they sincerely remember who allowed them to eat, wear clothes, and allow their children to go to school and gain knowledge. There are too many.

...

There was a loud shout from behind.

Women like Xiaoqian and Bai Suzhen, who are emotionally reserved, have red eyes.

"Master, can you not fight that battle?" Tears slid down Xiaoqian's fair face, and her voice choked with sobs as she prayed, "Even though there are still many imperfections in the world, the road is now in accordance with your idea.

Now that we are on the right track, can you not go to West Lake?"

Even Yan Chixia looked at Chen Jun and opened her mouth to speak.

"There is a beginning and an end. Let me settle the cause and effect."

"Sir, there is no need for you to hit them just because they shouted loudly." Xiaoqian grabbed Chen Jun's arm, "You have already endured a lot for them, you have done enough, that's enough."

Chen Jun wiped away her tears with his fingers, "Don't worry, I'll be fine."

The clever Xiao Qing, who had always been sharp-tongued, suddenly looked back, looked at the sea of ​​people in the Imperial Capital behind him, shook his head and smiled, "They are really well protected and very happy."

...

When Chen Jun first entered the West Lake.

I felt that the city of Qiantang County already had the flavor of Hangzhou in later generations.

Compared with twelve years ago, when there were fresh cow dung and horse dung on the street from time to time, the first impression given by Qiantang now is that it is clean. There are no cow dung or horse dung on the street, and pedestrians wear clean clothes.

, it seems that life is going well.
To be continued...