Chapter seven hundred and forty-ninth saint disciples
Surrounded by mountains, there are thousands of meters of cliffs everywhere. Except for the clear small lake for dozens of miles below the cliffs, there are lush forests all around. Xiang Que followed Qi'an for a while and didn't even see any buildings here.
Everything looks like a fairyland. Although it is already late at night, looking up at the sky makes people suddenly realize that the starry sky here seems to be much brighter than the outside world, and there are no obstacles under the line of sight.
After walking for about ten minutes, there was a cliff ahead, which was more than a hundred meters high. There was only a dim cave below the cliff, with four powerful and powerful characters carved on the cave.
"Zhongjing Mansion"
Xiang Que paused slightly hesitantly, raised his head and looked slightly surprised. The sonorous and powerful four characters carved on the hole vaguely carried a vicissitudes of ancient times. It was obvious that the time of carving was very long ago, but even though it has been many years
In the past, Xiang Que could still feel the rich aura of heaven and earth contained in the words below him. After watching for a moment, Xiang Que actually felt that the aura was surging in his body, as if he had been aroused.
"Handwritten by the saint?" Xiang Que asked in a low voice.
The senior brother in Qi'an in front turned back in surprise and said, "You have good eyesight."
The handwriting of a saint is the handwriting inscribed by a great sage who was revered as a saint in ancient times. Today, there are no more saints in society. Only in ancient times, saints emerged in large numbers when hundreds of schools of thought contended. All those who are called saints are respected by millions of people.
, contaminated by countless causes and effects, worshiped by millions of people.
Saints are equivalent to the realm of Hedao in the yin and yang world of Feng Shui, and the handwriting of a saint is even more effective than the handwriting of the emperor of a country. After all, the king of the country is only respected by the people of the day, while the saint is worshiped by people from generation to generation.
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Qufu's Confucius Mansion has a radius of hundreds of miles, and ghosts cannot invade it, and the ghosts can take a detour.
In just a short period of time, Xiang Que has been slightly involved with two saints. The first one is the Confucius family that he has provoked now, a descendant of Confucius, the sage of Confucianism and Taoism. The other one he judged from the four characters in front of him.
Zhongjing's residence must be the residence of the medical sage Zhang Zhongjing.
It turned out that the Qi'an sect was passed down to Zhang Zhongjing. This background really shocked Xiang Que.
"Didn't I scare you?" Qi'an narrowed his triangular eyes and raised his nostrils slightly and said: "Actually, I have always been very low-key. Didn't you realize that I am a disciple of a saint? Haha,
Why don’t you know how to cherish Xiang Que when I give you a great gift? I ask you, don’t you regret it a little now?”
Xiang Que gritted his teeth, swallowed, and asked: "The guard on the Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum..."
"It's my uncle, the only two great elders left in our sect, one is my master and the other is him." Qi'an patted Xiang Que on the shoulder with a mean smile and said, "You can do it, but you can't even think of my master."
I don’t even give you any face, unlike us, who help you regardless of past grudges. Young man, I hope you can be a little more sensible in the future.”
"Disciple of the saint...my eldest nephew has a good life." Xiang Que rubbed his numb head and sighed: "If the fate of heaven comes to you, a person will have great luck before he is born.
Come, this *** Cao Qingdao will be cheated in his whole life."
Saint disciple is a term for the disciples of a saint. The orthodox direct disciples of the Confucius family can be called this, and so can the disciples of Zhang Zhongjing. Being a disciple of a saint, if nothing else, just one benefit can make people covet it.
That is, the disciples can enjoy the afterglow of the saint.
It is said that there were ten saints in ancient China, but most of these ten saints are actually quite respectable. For example, Du Kang, the wine saint, and Du Fu, the poet saint, are all respectfully called by others. They are not worthy of the name of saints, but those who can truly be called saints
There are only the Confucian and Taoist sage Confucius, the medical sage Zhang Zhongjing, the martial sage Guan Yu, and the sub-sage Mencius.
Confucius founded Confucianism and Taoism and established a sect with lasting achievements, so he can naturally be regarded as a saint.
Guan Yu was a great righteous man and had great martial arts skills. Later generations still worshiped him as a saint.
Zhang Zhongjing was a sage who was compassionate towards nature and helped the world through his medical practice.
These saints have been admired and worshiped by tens of millions of people for thousands of years. Over the years, they have accumulated countless causes and effects, just like Buddhist temples and the Sanqing Hall, which have been worshiped by believers and absorbed countless thoughts.
Just like, every year on the day of Confucius’ memorial ceremony, countless descendants of China worship Confucius. Every time they worship, the power of their thoughts is taken away by the Confucius Mansion. You said that for thousands of years, the Confucius Mansion has to be like this because of the name of Confucius.
What kind of foundation is there? Even if there are fewer people worshiping him now, this accumulation cannot be underestimated.
The reason why Xiang Que walked around the Confucius Mansion was actually because he was afraid of the saint's name above the Confucius Mansion. The saint's reputation in front of him was too prestige, and he did not dare to be too arrogant against the Confucius Mansion even with the support of Gujing Guan.
Is that medical saint awesome?
At this moment, Xiang Que's eyes rolled several times, and his clever little eyes began to blink again. He felt that Cao Qingdao might be sold to him for a good price.
Qi'an was right. Xiang Que was indeed ignorant. If he had known that the old man in Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum was a disciple of the medical sage, he would have sent Cao Qingdao in to become a disciple of the sage.
At this moment, Xiang Que also understood why the old man at Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum and Qi'an spared no effort to give him face this time. To put it bluntly, he was taking advantage of his unborn nephew.
If that old man didn't want to accept Cao Qingdao as his disciple, I'm afraid he wouldn't be worthy of the medical saint's help.
"Oh, it's all a routine between a drink and a peck. If I didn't share Lao Cao's destiny, how could the current cause and effect come about? This is not a coincidence, it's all fucking fate." Xiang Que said faintly
I sighed with emotion.
Jinru Zhongjing's Mansion, there is a strong smell of medicine that hits your nostrils in the cave. After smelling the strong medicinal fragrance, people's minds suddenly become clear.
"Just this smell, if you smell it for a long time, it will make you live longer," Qi'an said a little arrogantly.
Xiang Que took a deep breath and said: "Alchemy, the medical sage's background is so domineering, and even the alchemy technique that has disappeared for an unknown period of time is still passed down."
"Haha..." In front of him, Senior Brother Qi'an looked back at Xiang Que with a profound look and smiled.
Inside the cave, there are many forked roads, slightly similar to spider webs. Above the winding paths are caves carved out one after another. Most of the two wooden doors at the entrance of the cave are closed. Only the one near the innermost layer is open. A weak light shines from the cave.
It came out from inside.
"My master is waiting for you inside. My senior brother and I will be outside for a while. You can just go in by yourself."
Xiang Que hummed and walked towards the cave inside. When Xiang Que entered the cave, he didn't see anyone at first glance, but he discovered that there was a huge alchemy furnace in the middle of the cave, and there was a scorching heat in the furnace.
The flames burned brightly.
"My little friend, the fire is getting a little worse, how about you add some fire for me?"