"What does the pollution of the Immortal Saint mean?"

Zhou Boyuan finally took the opportunity to ask while the two saints were talking.

Long Sheng glared at Wen Sheng.

The trouble you caused yourself, you solve it yourself.

Wen Sheng nodded indifferently and looked at the top of Zhou Boyuan's head. Then his eyes slowly moved down, as if he was looking for something. Finally, when he reached Zhou Boyuan's belly button, his eyes stopped and he stretched out his hand and pointed.

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"The pollution of the Immortal Saint is here."

Zhou Boyuan showed a look of surprise: "Spiritual roots? The pollution you are talking about is spiritual roots!"

When the others heard this, they were immediately in an uproar.

"The spiritual root is pollution? This, how is this possible? The spiritual root is the foundation of our cultivation, how can it be pollution?"

"Are you kidding? If the spiritual roots are contaminated, then all of us will be contaminated. Haha, this is such an interesting statement."

"Wen Sheng, isn't this a joke? I have never felt that there is anything wrong with the spiritual root. Since the birth of the spiritual root, I have never been obsessed with it again, and there are many fewer obsessed people in the world.

How could the roots be contamination?”

Qin Xi and Feng Jue shook their heads.

Even Zhou Boyuan felt that this statement was a bit ridiculous.

Although they all want to resurrect other saints, this is just for profit and does not mean that they hate the Holy Emperor.

Their respect for the Holy Emperor is no worse than that of any saint, and they even respect them more than these saints who only exist in history.

Long Sheng thought about what he had learned about the Immortal Saint in the past few days, and then thought about the great contribution that the Immortal Saint had made to the human race, causing such a panic, and finally spoke.

"Literary Saint, you can't just tell half of your words. Why don't you say that spiritual bones are also polluted. The pollution of spiritual bones is much more powerful than spiritual roots."

As soon as these words came out, a look of disbelief flashed in the eyes of everyone present.

They all had their spiritual roots acquired through the "Tao Jing" the day after tomorrow. Naturally, they all had spiritual bones before, and many of them even had spiritual bones for much longer than their spiritual roots.

"Is the spiritual bone also polluted? The spiritual bone is the foundation of our martial arts. How come the spiritual bone is also polluted?"

"Are you kidding me? How many years can the spiritual bones be contaminated?"

"Did the Literary Saint and the Dragon Saint not rely on spiritual bones in their previous cultivation?"

"I finally understand that as long as the foundation of cultivation is contaminated, hehe..."

Literary Saint ignored these people's doubts, turned around and argued seriously to Long Sheng: "The pollution of spiritual bones and spiritual bones are still different. The pollution of spiritual bones can be solved by golden elixirs and the dharma can be broken. The pollution of spiritual bones can be transcended."

Going forward, the pollution becomes weaker. However, if you look at the pollution of the spiritual roots, it is completely opposite. At the beginning, it is the weakest, but as they practice and continue to cultivate their spiritual roots, the pollution will continue.

As it deepens, reaching the realm of Yuanshen, the pollution of the spiritual roots has penetrated deeply into the soul and is inseparable."

"Are you serious?" Long Sheng looked at Wen Sheng in confusion, as if he was confirming something. Soon, he seemed to have the answer in his heart, and he couldn't help shaking his head and laughing: "It's true, there is a concept of one generation after another.

Ah, it turns out that this is how you view pollution."

No wonder Wen Sheng has such an attitude towards pollution. No wonder Wen Sheng bluntly stated that the foundation of immortality is pollution as soon as he was resurrected.

I see.

Long Sheng shook his head and expressed his views on pollution.

"Literary Saint, have you ever thought about it, in fact, the essence of transcendence is pollution!"

When Literary Saint heard Long Saint's point of view, he instinctively shook his head and denied: "The essence of extraordinary is pollution? What kind of ridiculous statement is this? It is really unreasonable!"

Long Sheng was not angry, and continued: "Since you agree that spiritual roots and spiritual bones are pollution, let me ask you again, is the Great Dao contaminated?"

Hearing this, Wen Sheng was stunned for a long time before he said: "If we don't control it properly, the Tao may naturally be polluted."

Long Sheng smiled and nodded and then said: "So, the Dao is polluted, so what about humanity, is it polluted?"

When the literary saint heard such rebellious words, he subconsciously and angrily retorted: "How can humanity be pollution?"

However, Long Sheng chuckled and said: "How come humanity is not polluted? If humanity is not polluted, how did you get reborn through another body? You don't really think that your resurrection is natural, do you? If it weren't for your humane law, that

The child as the container is completely polluted, and using it as an anchor to bring your true spirit back from the underworld, how can you be resurrected? Literary Saint, your existence itself is the greatest pollution."

When the literary saint heard this, he was like a yellow bell shaking his soul, and he stood on the spot.

"My existence itself is the greatest pollution?"

Seeing Wen Sheng's reaction, Long Sheng smiled and shook his head, and then said: "I said, pollution is everywhere, transcendence is pollution, spiritual roots and spiritual bones are pollution, martial arts and immortality are pollution, and the great road is pollution.

Even knowledge is pollution, and even our souls and bodies have been polluted since birth. In this case, isn't it ridiculous for you to say pollution?"

Only then did Zhou Boyuan and others understand the nature of pollution from the conversation of the two saints. They shook their heads helplessly. The shock they had felt before was finally put down.

Zhou Boyuan even thought of what Qin Yi said before.

"To talk about toxicity regardless of dose is just to be a hooligan."

If this extraordinary nature is pollution, and they can only be polluted, then all they can do is make choices.

Which pollution has the smallest side effects and which pollution has the greatest prospects is the natural choice.

Thinking about it this way, Xian Dao is the best choice no matter how you compare it.

Wen Sheng murmured something in confusion in his eyes.

"Extraordinaryness is pollution. Pollution is everywhere, so what is pollution? How should we fight against pollution?"

Wen Sheng, who has experienced demonic disasters, has always had a confrontational attitude towards pollution and has never thought about symbiosis.

But now, he had to face this problem.

Because, at this time, he also discovered the pollution of human nature.

What's even more cruel is that he finally confirmed that he had also become pollution.

Long Sheng raised his eyebrows and asked with a smile: "You are still so extreme. You can even accept that you are a polluter and are unwilling to change your perception of pollution. Haven't you ever thought about it? Pollution is relative.

Yes, isn’t it absolute?”

"Relative? Not absolute?" Wen Sheng repeated instinctively, still confused.

Long Sheng shook his head helplessly, and then pointed out: "If pollution is inevitable, why fight against it? Why can't we coexist with it? Or even assimilate it and use it?"

A gleam flashed in Wen Sheng's eyes, and he murmured subconsciously: "Pollution can coexist? If pollution can coexist, then what should I do?"

Wen Sheng suddenly thought of something and said to himself excitedly.

"Perhaps, my deduction at the beginning was right. Fusion of the Dharma with the soul is the path after the Dharma."

The literary sage combined the theory of the immortal sage with a look of enlightenment in his eyes.

"It's just that at that time, because the Dharma and the soul were incompatible with each other, and their integration would produce terrible pollution, I gave up the idea at that time. If this idea was feasible..."

With a move in Saint Wen's heart, his soul merged into the completely human form and manifested itself outside the physical body again.

In an instant, a ten-foot-tall golden figure appeared behind Wen Sheng. The golden figure clearly looked like Wen Sheng.

It's just that it's more vivid, more agile, and just like a real person.

However, the moment he appeared, there were waves of murmurs that reached into the hearts of everyone present.

"The way of civil and military affairs is based on the will of literature and language, and the will of martial arts is replaced by the ambition of the heart..."

Those with strength above the Golden Core Realm are better off. The stronger the strength, the less impact the whispering has on them. However, those with strength below the Golden Core Realm can only struggle to support themselves, and those who cannot support it,

As if possessed, he kept repeating the muttering, then the acquired warriors, and then the innate warriors. The more people repeated it, the greater the impact, and even some golden elixir warriors began to be unable to bear it.

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At this time, the golden figure in the sky seemed to have completed some kind of transformation. As soon as the golden light disappeared, it quickly became smaller and stopped changing when it was the same size as an ordinary person.

At this time, everyone's body was shaken and they were no longer affected. They raised their heads with lingering fear and looked at the new Literary Sage next to the young man who stood stiffly, who was reconstructed from the Dharma image and was exactly the same as the statue in the Confucian Temple.

"Is this pollution from the literary saint?"

Long Sheng saw everything from beginning to end. His realm was the highest and he saw the most and the most comprehensively.

"The idea of ​​using the Dharma as the body and entrusting the will of the soul is really genius. However, the pollution caused by the fusion of the two is indeed very heavy. I didn't expect that you could solve this problem so easily with Dao Wentu. Tsk, tsk,

With such innate understanding, he is truly worthy of being a generation of saints who created the realm of Dharma through human Dharma."

Wen Sheng, who had just made a breakthrough, paid no attention to anyone, including Long Sheng. Instead, he turned his head and looked at the young man who had just been his container. With a gentle stroke of his right hand, he absorbed 90% of the pollution he had left on the other person.

The remaining 10% was only good for the young man and had no harm, so he decided to stay on his own.

The young man's body went limp and he sat paralyzed. Wen Sheng waved his right hand, and the invisible force lifted him up and flew into Wen Sheng Temple.

Long Sheng looked at this scene, put his hands on his hands and smiled and said: "Literary Saint, it seems that you have clearly understood the nature of pollution and can accept the fact of coexisting with pollution. This young man is also a blessing in disguise. Not only is his innate illness cured, but he also has

With the foundation you left for him, there is no longer any bottleneck before Yuanshen."

When Kong Yuan heard this, he was very happy.

"Thank you, ancestor."

He quickly got out of the queue, thanked the literary saint, and gained a sense of presence.
To be continued...