All the holy beasts recognized their masters. Zhang Xuan nodded with satisfaction, put many holy beasts into the folding space, and rushed inside again.
However, this time it was different. I bumped into it and was blocked out.
"What's going on?"
The corners of his mouth twitched.
Could it be that just by wasting this little time, I won’t be able to get in again?
If this really happens, I can only cry.
"Master, you brought too many holy beasts..."
The voice of the little talisman sounded: "A normal heavenly talisman can bring ten people. As a mother talisman, I can bring up to fifteen people. The ones you just tamed are all over twenty..."
Hearing that it was not impossible to enter, Zhang Xuan breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't help but ask: "Isn't it okay to put it in the folding space?"
"No! If this were possible, just now, Dream Sword Master and the others could have taken everyone away!"
Small Talisman Explanation.
"That's right!" Zhang Xuan suddenly realized.
How could something left by Master Kong himself be so simple?
If you have agreed on a limit, then there will be a limit. Otherwise, everyone will take advantage of the loopholes, and that’s not a big deal?
He released the low-cultivation holy beasts again, controlled the number to about fourteen, and drilled in again. As expected, they passed smoothly without any shackles.
"No, Qiongmu Qingjiao and the others are also folding space. In total, it's already more than fifteen?"
After entering the light film, Zhang Xuan said after walking not far.
The fourteen he left behind were all just tamed, not counting Qiongmu Qingjiao, Jinlingyunhu and other beasts, and even the red-fronted white tigers he had tamed before were among them. In total, the real number had already exceeded twenty.
mark.
"They themselves are the beings in the ruins of the Confucius Temple. They can enter at will without any quota!" Xiao Fu Fu said.
"Is there still such a thing?"
Unexpectedly, the holy beast in the ruins of the Confucius Temple would receive such treatment. Zhang Xuan smiled bitterly, said nothing more, accelerated his speed, and flew into the seal.
Everyone has been inside for more than a minute, so he has to hurry up.
Behind the wide gate is a huge hall with two rows of statues on both sides. Some are meditating, some are looking, some are reading, some are practicing... lifelike, as if they will come alive at any time, with different shapes and expressions.
Each is different.
"This is...the Seventy-Two Saints?"
Soon, Zhang Xuan recognized these statues as none other than the Seventy-Two Saints of Confucius.
Master Kong had three thousand disciples, and seventy-two of them were personally taught, known as the Seventy-Two Sages. As for the Ancient Sage Ran Qiu and the Ancient Sage Divination Shang, they were the ten more powerful sages.
Each of the seventy-two biographies has a biography and an astonishing past, so they are remembered by countless people in the Hall of Famed Masters. Zhang Xuan has seen some of them before, and when he saw the statue now, he immediately recognized it.
Ancient Sage Ziyuan, Ancient Sage Ziqian, Ancient Sage Ziliu, Ancient Sage Ran Geng...
Familiar names appeared in my mind one by one, blending with the many statues in front of me, as if they were fighting on the battlefield and fighting bloody battles with the Foreign Spirit tribe.
It can be said that without them, Master Kong alone would not be able to quell the troubles of the Foreign Spirit Clan!
Each of their names is engraved on the monument of human progress, which is dazzling and immortal.
With a solemn look on his face, Zhang Xuan bowed and performed the most noble etiquette.
The seventy-two saints exude a faint coercion, and walking among them will greatly improve and understand the state of mind and spirit.
After walking a few more steps, I saw several famous teachers sitting cross-legged on the ground, unable to move forward.
They are not in a good state of mind, and continuing to move forward will cause great harm to the body. It is better to use this kind of oppression to improve quickly.
They were the supreme elders of the Zhang family. Zhang Xuan continued to move forward without saying anything more.
It is not clear who the group of people led by Zhao Ya is, but if they can pass through the passage composed of seventy-two holy statues, their mood is probably not much worse than his.
With such a state of mind, his cultivation has probably reached the Dzogchen realm of immortality, which is definitely a great threat to his parents and others.
Pass through the passage of the statues of the Seventy-Two Sages and arrive at another hall.
Parents and others were among them and had not gone far. Opposite them were eight young people, each of whom exuded an aura of pride. As expected, they were all top figures who had reached the perfection of the Immortal Realm.
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Seeing that his parents and others were fine, Zhang Xuan breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the people opposite.
A girl was standing in the crowd, her eyes closed tightly, and the cold power in her body was constantly radiating, as if she wanted to activate a certain seal on the wall.
"Zhao Ya!"
He frowned and walked over hurriedly.
"Xuan'er, it seems like she can't hear the shouts!"
Before they even arrived, Xing and Meng Sword Saint came over to greet him and quietly transmitted the message.
"Can't hear the sound?"
Zhang Xuan was stunned.
"Well, we shouted just now, but there was no response, and we didn't even turn our heads, as if we couldn't hear the shout..."
Promote the Holy Way of Sword.
"She must have been concentrating on deciphering the picture on the wall. We don't know what the purpose of this is..."
Dream Sword Saint also pointed quietly.
"Picture?" Zhang Xuan then looked towards the wall in front of him, and sure enough he saw a huge painting on the wall, lifelike, like a world sealed inside.
Zhao Ya's body kept exuding a cold aura, as if she wanted to break the seal on the painting.
According to normal circumstances, if he entered the main hall and shouted again, the other party would definitely notice it, but at this moment there was no response at all. I am afraid that it was just like what his parents said, and he could not hear the sound.
"Who are they?"
Now that he saw that Zhao Ya was not injured, Zhang Xuan was no longer anxious, but narrowed his eyes and looked at the eight young people.
"I asked just now, they are... the strong men of various schools of thought!"
Promote the Holy Way of Sword.
"All schools of thought?" Zhang Xuan frowned: "Aren't they the descendants of the seventy-two saints? Why do you want to arrest Zhao Ya? What is the seal on this painting?"
I had always thought that it was the Foreign Spirit tribe that captured Zhao Ya and others.
The other party is extremely vicious, and it is quite normal to do such a thing, but... the various schools of thought, inherited from Master Kong, are famous for their etiquette, why do they do this kind of thing that violates morality and arrest people directly without notifying others?
It doesn’t make sense!
And the most important thing is that in the main hall outside, there are statues of seventy-two saints. As a junior, instead of worshiping, he is attracted to a painting. Could it be that there is some kind of secret hidden in this painting?
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but look at the painting in front of me.
The scroll was unfolded on the wall. Looking from a distance, it showed the vicissitudes of history. Time and space were perfectly integrated. Even with his sensible eyes, he couldn't see clearly.
I just feel that there are bursts of majestic energy and majestic atmosphere in the picture, which makes people fall into it at a glance and cannot extricate themselves.
"Do you think... could this be the "Spring and Autumn Ceremony"?"
Suddenly, Xing Jian Sheng's voice sounded in his ears.
