Feng Qingyan followed the leader out of the Confucian Hall and walked all the way to the depths of Zhou Tianxia's sky. No one noticed them, as if the two of them didn't exist.
Even if someone walked by, they wouldn't notice anything.
He didn't ask any more questions.
The leader still has this ability.
At this time, the leader stopped deep in the sky, looked up at the distant holy heaven, and said seriously: "To be canonized, you only need to sense it with your heart. If you sense it, you can enter the holy heaven. If you can't sense it, you can't enter the holy heaven."
sky."
"Only sensing?"
Feng Qingyan was also looking up to the holy sky and said, "Can't we go there?"
"The Holy Heaven cannot be reached with feet."
The leader said.
"This sky is unreachable?"
Feng Qingyan was a little confused.
The leader nodded and said: "The Holy Heaven seems to be right above. If you continue to walk up there with your feet, you will never reach it. And when you reach a certain level, you will not be able to take another half step up."
"Is it restricted by the laws of the holy way?"
Feng Qingyan asked.
"maybe."
The leader thought for a while, as if he was not very clear, looked at Feng Qingyan, smiled, and said: "If you can't sense it, you don't have to be discouraged. After all, being a saint is only at the level of a literary master. In the Jin Dynasty, being granted a great title
Every worthy person has one chance to enter the holy heaven, and with the astonishing talent of becoming a saint, it won't take long."
"The leader has given too much praise."
Feng Qingyan said, he didn't think his talent was amazing.
However, the leader shook his head and said seriously: "How can there be such a thing as exaggerating the reputation? Being able to create a supreme holy art at the level of a scholar and achieve the position of the number one virtual saint in the past and present is not a shocking talent, nor a peerless style, nor is it a saint.
What is it?"
"I dare to ask the leader, what is the benefit of entering the holy heaven to speak to the great sages?"
Feng Qingyan didn't answer and said with some curiosity.
“Enter the Holy Heaven, you can get closer to the Holy Way, observe the Holy Monument, make it easier for others to understand the Holy Way, and more clearly sense the operation of the laws of the Holy Way... You can also repair the wounds on the way, etc. In short, it is of great benefit to people.
"
The leader said calmly.
When Feng Qingyan looked up at the holy sky, the leader added: "Except for saints and the leaders of our three religions, Confucianism, Mohism, and Dharma, there is no limit on the number of times. Even the leaders of the ten major sects do not have many opportunities to enter, and others have even more opportunities.
It’s only one chance.”
"If the canon can enter the Holy Heaven this time, it means that he can enter at any time in the future."
At this time, the leader said with some expectation.
"Qingyan can sense with his heart."
Seal Qingyan Road.
"I'm waiting for you in the Holy Heaven."
After the leader finished speaking, he walked towards the Holy Heaven. As he walked, his figure disappeared.
Deep in the sky, there is thousands of miles of blue sky, and there is not a single ray of cloud or mist for thousands of miles, and the clouds and mist are all unknown miles away under the feet. Feng Qingyan observed his surroundings for a moment, then looked up to the holy sky and felt it.
After a while, nothing was sensed.
And the leader didn’t say anything either.
He thought for a moment and then closed his eyes to sense.
After a while, he still couldn't sense anything, which surprised him.
Is the position of Xusheng so worthless?
In the first heaven of the Holy Path, the three major leaders are waiting quietly, looking up to the higher Holy Heaven from time to time.
In the blink of an eye, almost half an hour passed.
At this time, the three major leaders were all a little surprised. Could it be that even if they were consecrated to the position of false saints, they would not be able to enter the holy heaven?
This was unexpected by them and seemed to be reasonable.
"I am afraid that the saint will not be able to enter the holy heaven now."
The old man from Mo Jiao broke the silence and said.
"That's not surprising."
The majestic middle-aged man said, looking at the two major Confucian and Mohist leaders, he asked, "How to solve the black fog in the ninth level of the sky?"
"How else can we solve it?"
The old man of the Mohist religion shook his head, with a look of worry on his face, and said: "No one in the world can suppress it, and there is no holy object to restrain it, so what can we do? This is originally a matter for saints, but none of us are saints.
How can we manage it? It’s not that we don’t have the talent to be a saint, it’s that we don’t have the connections to be a saint…”
"There is always a way, there will be a way."
At this time, the Confucian leader opened the paper fan with a "pop" sound and waved it, saying: "The saint knew it five hundred years ago and five hundred years later. How could he not have expected today? Since you have suppressed the emperor's heart in the holy sky, then
There must be a way to deal with it, but there is no way now, it’s just that the time has not come yet.”
"Although this statement is quite reasonable..."
The old man from Mojiao smiled bitterly, but he couldn't agree.
"If the saints really expected this day, maybe the way to suppress the emperor's heart would fall on the people of the ghost tribe."
At this time, the dignified middle-aged man said with a straight face.
"A member of the ghost clan?"
Both the Confucian and Mohist leaders were startled, then they frowned and thought about it, and after a moment they said, "What can we do?"
"Seal the emperor's heart into the ghost clan's body."
Dignified middle-aged humanity.
"No!"
The two major leaders of Confucianism and Mohism immediately denied it.
"Sealing the emperor's heart in the body of a ghost clan member is like creating another ghost emperor, and the world will be filled with hell." The old man from the Mo Sect said with a solemn expression, "It's better to just let it go, maybe it's not that serious."
The Confucian leader nodded.
The dignified middle-aged man thought about it and thought it was impossible.
The Emperor's Heart is so terrifying that even a saint cannot destroy it, so how can a person from the ghost clan control it?
Instead, it may be controlled by the Emperor's Heart.
At this time, the majestic middle-aged man thought hard. After a moment, his eyes suddenly lit up and he said: "What if it is sealed on Feng Sheng?"
"No!"
The Confucian leader immediately denied it.
The old man of Mohism thought about it seriously, deduced the possibility, and said: "Now the saint can only be in the realm of scholars. The holy monument is located in the sixth heaven. In the future, the saint will definitely be a saint of the great generation. Maybe he can really have a holy body."
It may not be impossible to seal the emperor's heart. And it may not be impossible to warm the emperor's heart with holy power..."
"If it were possible, the saint would have sealed the emperor's heart with his holy body long ago."
The Confucian leader frowned.
"The saint needs to go into seclusion. It should be too late in time, but it may not be impossible." The dignified middle-aged man said, "Otherwise, after the road to sainthood was cut off, why could the saint be suddenly born and become the number one virtual saint in the history? Now think about it.
, there must be a reason..."
"But the question is how to seal it?"
The old man from Mojiao frowned and said.
This is the problem.
"This is quite a problem."
The dignified middle-aged man nodded and began to think about ways to seal it.
"The emperor's heart cannot be destroyed even by my ancestors of the Holy Religion, so how can it be sealed by canonization?" the Confucian leader said coldly, not agreeing with their proposal, "You two may not think too simply."
"Although the emperor's heart cannot be destroyed, it can be suppressed and even sealed." The old man from the Mo Sect said lightly, "Sealing is far less difficult than destroying. Do you have any other methods?"
"Being a saint is a righteous person who will make choices for the world."
Dignified middle-aged humanity.
The Confucian leader snorted coldly and said nothing more.
If sealing the emperor's heart with the saint's body is a feasible way, I'm afraid this is the only choice. If the saint's body cannot seal the emperor's heart, everyone will just be destroyed together. Is it possible that only one of the saints will die?
If the saint's body can seal the emperor's heart, it means that the saint can be safe and sound.
This is the only way to try at the moment.
"You two have overlooked a problem."
At this time, the Confucian leader suddenly said:
"What's the problem?"
The two great sects of Mohism and Dharma.
"If the holy body can really seal the emperor's heart, why can't the saints seal it? There is not enough time? The saint needs to go into seclusion? Don't you two know when the saints go into seclusion? How long does it take from the birth of the saints to the time when the saints go into seclusion?
Time?"
The Confucian leader said coldly.
When the two leaders of Mo and Fa heard this, their expressions changed, and they indeed ignored this issue.
"This may require a ghost saint."
The dignified middle-aged man thought for a moment and said.
"A saint from the ghost clan?"
Both the Confucian and Mohist leaders were stunned for a moment.