At a time when many great sages and scholars were fanatical.
The leader, the Great Benevolent Master, the Great Righteous Master and other great sages looked worried.
Although they knew that An Xiu was an extremely talented person who had already reached the unfathomable realm and would never be inferior to them. However, they did not expect that An Xiu would directly cross the realm of virtual saint to aspire to be the saint.
Bit.
The position of Xusheng is the most important thing in the world.
A saint may be the most important person in the world. Can An Xiu bear it?
"How can there be countless worlds?"
At this time, Daiyi's face became full of doubts. He glanced at Dairenzhu next to him and said: "According to records, in the era of various scholars, one saint was the most important person in the world. How come there are countless saints now? Is it because... of becoming a saint?
Is the road more difficult?"
"uncertain."
The Great Benevolent Master shook his head and said: "In the era of the various scholars, saints were divided into nine grades. The lower-grade saints are the most important person in the world. As for the upper-grade saints, there may be countless..."
"Um?"
The Righteous Master was stunned for a moment and then suddenly remembered, nodded and said: "That seems to be the case. Doesn't that mean that Zhishou is at least a third-level saint? However, it is too difficult to become a third-level saint. After all, this is not the era of Zhuzi.
Already."
The righteous person couldn't help but shook his head, worried and nervous, but he couldn't help but have unlimited expectations in his heart.
"It is indeed very difficult."
The Great Benevolent Lord nodded, hesitated and then said: "According to records, when our most holy ancestor became a saint, countless worlds appeared in the sky, too many to count. At first I didn't quite believe it, I thought it was...
"
"Who would believe it if they hadn't seen it with their own eyes?" The Righteous Master nodded and said, "One seat in the world is so heavy that no one can bear it, let alone countless seats."
"If you want to ascend to the holy throne, you must bear its weight."
The leader pondered for a moment and said.
And at this time.
Many great sages and scholars also reacted.
Becoming a saint is indeed Confucian and is a great joy for the world, but with so much pressure on the world, can Lord An bear it?
If you can't bear it...
"How come there are so many worlds in Lord An's body?" A great scholar wondered, "When he was first canonized as a saint, there was only one world. Even for a saint, there shouldn't be so many."
"good."
A scholar nodded, his face full of worry at this moment.
"According to historical records, the low-grade saints in the era of Zhuzi are just the most important people in the world. This means that the status of a virtual saint is actually equal to the low-grade saints in the era of Zhuzi. And now Master Anyuan
With so much of the world on his body, doesn’t it mean he might be a third-grade saint?”
"With so many people in the world, they must be saints of the third level."
Although he is worried, his heart is filled with anticipation and excitement. This is a third-grade saint.
"Among the scholars, there are only a handful of saints who are above the third rank." A great sage couldn't help but exclaimed, "If Lord An is promoted to be a saint of the third rank..."
"It's hard."
At this time, Daxian shook his head and said unoptimistically: "The world is weighing on me too much."
"Oh, indeed."
Another Daxian nodded.
If they are lower-level saints, they still have great confidence in An Xiu, but if they are lower-level saints, it is really difficult to reach third-level saints...
It's so difficult that it can make people despair.
Otherwise, why are there so few saints of the third level among the scholars?
"Although it is difficult to reach the third level, Lord An is not without a chance. After all, my Confucian School of Twenty-Seven Books has already collected all the holy bodies of Lord An."
At this moment, there is a great sage, but he has confidence in Anxiu, and thinks that there is a slight chance that he will be promoted to a third-level saint.
Everyone was stunned for a moment when they heard this.
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On the white mist-filled sky.
An Xiu still stood still, but his expression became very solemn, after all, he had so much weight on his body.
Even he can't bear it...
Under the pressure of the heavens.
The literary bones in his body continued to transform into holy bones, gradually becoming crystal clear and bursting with dazzling holy light.
It was like turning into a dazzling ball of light, making it difficult for students around to open their eyes.
One world was already very heavy, let alone countless ones, causing cracks to appear on the bones in his body that had just been transformed into holy bones.
Whether it's on the written bones or the sacred bones.
Cracks appeared like spider webs, covering all the literary bones and sacred bones in almost a few breaths.
At this moment, An Xiu clearly heard the crisp sound made by human bones and sacred bones.
Although it sounds like gold and jade, it sounds very beautiful.
but,
This is a broken bone.
At this time, even his Wen Palace was shaken, cracks appeared quickly, and it was about to collapse.
His expression changed slightly.
Click——
Click——
Literary bones and sacred bones fractured crazily.
The Wen Palace in the body was shaking violently, and the cracks that appeared were getting bigger and bigger, causing the majestic Wen Qi to leak out crazily.
Although there was no pain in his face, his eyes were very determined.
but.
Anyone can see it.
An Xiu was suffering tremendous pain at this moment, and it was clearly visible that layers of blood were seeping through his Confucian uniform.
It seemed like the muscles had been crushed.
Blood continued to seep out and drip from the sky.
This caused the faces of many great sages and scholars to change drastically, and each one of them looked extremely nervous and worried.
Even the leader, the benevolent master, the righteous master, etc.
No exception.
"well--"
The benevolent Lord sighed, it was too difficult.
He still couldn't figure out why there was so much worldliness in An Xiu? Isn't it bad to become a middle or lower sixth-grade saint?
Why do you want to become a third-level saint?
"It's difficult."
The righteous man sighed.
"This...may not be as simple as reaching the third level." The leader stared at the pale world and sighed with shock in his heart, "Master An may want to achieve the status of a top-level saint..."
The benevolent master and the righteous master were suddenly startled.
"Leader, what did you just say? Zhi Shou wants to attain the status of a top-grade saint?"
The Righteous Master lost his voice and couldn't believe it.
In the entire world, including Buddhism, Taoism, demons, etc., there are only three high-level saints, namely the Confucian sage, the Taoist, who is now the Supreme Immortal, and the Buddhist Mahavira.
These three people are existences that cannot be described in words.
Like the sky, the earth, the mountains, the sea, and things.
Like everything.
And now, An Xiu actually wants to become a top-level saint?
All of a sudden, the great virtuous people around him were shocked, and even the great righteous master couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.
"is it possible?"
He couldn't help but said.
"Leader, this is...impossible, isn't it?"
The benevolent master hesitated and said.
"Only a top-rank saint can have countless worlds." The leader said, "Even an upper-middle-rank saint can only have twelve worlds. And an upper-lower saint can only have nine..."
The benevolent master and the righteous master stopped talking after hearing this.
This is amazing.
It's so shocking.
From the current point of view, it seems that it is somewhat possible...
The position of a top-grade saint?!
They simply don't dare to think about it and have never thought about it.
On the contrary, I often fantasize that one day I can achieve the status of a saint, and there is no need to reach the third level or be in the third level.
Just get the third level.
"How can you afford this?"
After a while, the Righteous Master couldn't help but said, with worry on his face, "Isn't it bad to be a lower-ranking saint?"
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…
And at this time.
The news of An Xiu's canonization spread throughout the world in an instant and caused a sensation in the whole world.
Countless great sages and Confucian scholars from other sects rushed to the State of Lu crazily to witness the birth of the saint with their own eyes.
When they heard that An Xiu was carrying countless people, they were all stunned.
I wonder if I heard it wrong.
Countless worlds?
They thought about it carefully. Isn't this the countless worlds that only the top saints in the legend can have?
"Anxiu wants to attain the status of a top-grade saint?"
A great sage lost his voice and said.
"This is the news that came back." Another great sage replied, "Moreover, there are indeed countless worlds appearing on the body of Master An."
"This this……"
"What does he want to do? Does he want to be the most important person in the world?"
A great sage couldn't help but said angrily, "If you don't achieve the status of a good saint, how can you prove the status of a top-level saint? How can it be so easy to achieve the status of a top-level saint?"
"absurd!"
"It's ridiculous!"
Another great sage shook his head and sighed, not believing that Anxiu could achieve the status of a top-grade saint.
In their view.
If he were to be a lower-ranking third-grade saint, let alone 100% certainty, he would be at least 80% or 90% certain to be a saint.
It's a pity that An Xiu's heart is too big.
How could he look down upon the position of a third-grade saint so much?
"Pity."
Countless great sages and scholars could not help but sigh when they heard this.
Some great sages or scholars who were rushing to the Confucian city of Lu State immediately turned around and went back when they heard that An Xiu wanted to become a high-grade saint.
This is impossible to prove.
Wherever I go, I can only witness An Xiu's failure, not his success.
Why go again?
Therefore, after the great sages and scholars who came over heard the news, eighty people shook their heads and turned around and went back.
One person hesitated.
Everyone thought that they were already on the road and it wouldn't hurt to go and have a look, especially Daxian who was so close.
Although the various sects do not deal with each other, and even secretly fight against each other, they still hope that a saint will be born in the world.
Truly open the road to sanctification.
Just like when Feng Qingyan achieved the status of Xusheng.
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…
The position of a top-grade saint is as important as countless seats in the world, as important as all the heavens and all the realms.
At this time, it was pressing on An Xiu's body, crushing the bones and sacred bones in his body, his muscles were crushed, and blood gushed out crazily.
but.
There was no pain on his face or eyes, only perseverance.
This is the importance of the position of a top-grade saint.
He had to bear it.
He must achieve the status of a top-grade saint so that his trip to the dream world of reincarnation is not in vain. Although it is said that he only needs to achieve the status of a saint to stay in the dream world of reincarnation.
but.
He guards the dream world of reincarnation, just by the way.
He has more important things to do.
Only by becoming a top-grade saint can he complete what he wants to do. If he is an ordinary saint, there may be hidden dangers...
But there must be no hidden dangers in this matter.
Although the weight of countless worlds was far beyond his imagination, or perhaps not beyond his imagination.
But he couldn't bear it.
At this time, the literary bones and sacred bones in his body had long been shattered, and even the literary palace had cracked with countless cracks, just like a disabled person.
His waist still didn't bend at all.
Straight as a javelin!
He put his hands behind his back and squinted his eyes to look into the distance.
It seems that I am looking at the world of the dream of reincarnation...
But that's why.
This made countless Confucian sages and Confucian scholars extremely heartbroken.
Many old doctors from the Twenty-Seventh Academy looked at the sky with great worry and couldn't help crying: "This is the weight of the heavens. How can I, Anjun, bear it?"
"I am willing to share the weight of the heavens for An Jun."
Some old Confucian scholars shouted.
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Burial Mountain Academy.
At this time, all students and teachers knew that the master of the academy was bearing the weight of the heavens and wanted to attain the status of a top-grade saint.
After they were shocked, excited, and surprised, they were worried and confused.
It’s not just students.
This is the teaching.
Even Anxiu's teacher Donglou Hui is like this. Why should he want to attain the status of a top-grade saint?
Can’t the position of an ordinary saint be enough?
wrong.
Isn’t it enough to be a saint?
There is no distinction between noble and humble saints.
This made all the students at Burial Mountain Academy worried, even the people in Bo City.
It’s also a matter of honor.
First, he was canonized and achieved the status of virtual saint, and now it was his teacher's turn to achieve the status of saint.
Baocheng is indeed a land of outstanding people!
Christmas land.
House prices immediately began to rise crazily, skyrocketing all of a sudden.
"You must bear it."
"Haha, Master An is about to achieve the status of a saint. He is worthy of being the master of sainthood..."
"My restaurant, Master An, says it's delicious! The wine is good, the food is good..."
"Master An has lived in my courtyard for more than half a year, and he agreed! Now it only costs three hundred taels, and you can have a close contact with Master An. Don't miss it, students."
"Master An has eaten my steamed buns."
"Master An has eaten my dumplings."
"Master An has eaten my roast chicken."
"Master An has eaten my bacon."
"Master An said it was delicious!"
"Master An said it was delicious!"
"What is Master An? It's a saint! An saint!"
"Oh, yes, it's An Shengren."
"That's not right. When Master An became a saint, he was still the master of Burial Mountain Academy. What's wrong?"
"Master An became a saint today, and the buns cost a hundred dollars each."
"A hundred dollars? Why don't you go and grab it? Usually it's only a penny each..."
"Master An has eaten my steamed buns and they all say they are delicious! Besides, today is the day when An courtyard is sanctified. Is a steamed bun expensive at one hundred dollars? Isn't Master An's steamed buns worth a hundred dollars?"
"
"It seems to make sense. Master An's steamed buns naturally cost more than a hundred dollars..."
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On the sky.
The straight figure finally bent slightly.
"Is there really no hope...?"
The old doctor from the Twenty-Seventh Academy muttered, feeling a little dejected, as if he had lost his soul.
This makes countless people unwilling.
It has caused pain to countless people.
Many old Confucian scholars couldn't help crying.
Other sects, such as Mohists, Legalists, military strategists, doctors, etc., all sighed and looked up to the sky.
My heart is too big.
Why bother?
It seemed that the eyes of the whole world were on An Xiu, paying attention to everything about him nervously. Especially the Confucian disciples, everyone seemed to hold their breath, not even daring to blink...
Be sure to hold on!
"Although there are thousands of people, I will go..."
At this time, An Xiu, who was bent down, straightened up as he spoke, and walked deeper into the sky. He could bear the weight of the heavens...