Chapter seven hundred and forty-ninth saint disciples
Surrounded by mountains, there are cliffs of thousands of meters everywhere. Apart from the clear lake, there are lush trees around it. Xiang Que followed Qi'an for a while and didn't see any buildings here.
Everything looks like a fairyland. Although it is late at night, looking up at the sky makes people suddenly realize that the starry sky here seems to be much brighter in the outside world, and there is no obstacle in sight.
After walking for about ten minutes, there was a cliff in front of me, which was towering for more than a hundred meters high. There was only a dim cave under the cliff, with four vigorous and powerful characters engraved on it.
"Zhongjing Mansion"
Xiang Que paused with a slight hesitation, his eyes were slightly surprised. The four characters engraved on the hole were sonorous and powerful, and it was obvious that the carving was very long since this year, but despite many years
In the past, Xiang Que could still feel the rich energy of heaven and earth contained in the words below. After watching for a while, Xiang Que's body actually had a surging qi as if it was being activated.
"The saint's handwriting?" Xiang Que asked in a low voice.
The senior brother in Qi'an in front of him turned around in surprise and said, "Good eyesight."
The handwriting of a saint is the handwriting engraved by a great sage who was respected as a saint in ancient times. Nowadays, saints are no longer there. Only when a hundred schools of thought in ancient times had saints emerged, and all those who were called saints were respected by thousands of people.
, contaminated with countless causes and effects, and was worshipped by millions of people.
The saints are equivalent to the realm of the merging Taoism in Feng Shui and Yin Yang. The saints’ handwriting is even more effective than the handwriting of the emperor of a country. After all, the lords are only respected by the people of the current dynasty, while the saints are worshipped by others for generations.
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The Confucius Mansion in Qufu is a hundred miles in radius, with ghosts and ghosts detours.
In just a short period of time, Xiang Que had some connection with the two saints. The first one was the Confucius family he had provoked now, a descendant of Confucius, the most saint of Confucianism and Taoism. Then he judged this one from the four words in front of him.
Zhongjing’s mansion must be the residence of the Medical Saint Zhang Zhongjing.
It turned out that the Qi'an Master Sect was passed down by Zhang Zhongjing, and this background was really shocked by Xiang Que.
"Don't you scare you?" Qi'an narrowed his little triangle eyes and raised his nostrils with a slight stinky fart and said, "Actually, I've always been very low-key, but I can't tell that I'm a disciple of a saint, haha,
I gave you a big gift, you said, why don’t you cherish it? I asked you, I don’t regret it a little now.”
Xiang Que gritted his teeth, swallowed, and asked, "The tomb guardian at the Zhongshan Mausoleum..."
"It's my uncle, the only two remaining veterans in this sect, one is my master and the other is him." Qi'an patted Xiang Que's shoulder with a slutty smile and said, "You can do it, but you actually even have my master.
Uncle doesn’t give me any face, but it’s not like us. I will help you without grudges. The young man hopes you can understand something a little in the future.”
"Sage disciple...My eldest nephew is very lucky." Xiang Que stroked his numb head and sighed, "A part of the fortune of heaven is coming, and a person has great fortune before he was born.
Arrival, wouldn’t this Cao Qingdao have cheated in this life?”
The disciples of the saint are a name for the children of the saints. The orthodox direct disciples of the Confucius Mansion can be called this, and Zhang Zhongjing's disciples can be also. As the children of the saints, just one advantage can make people envious.
That is, disciples can enjoy the afterglow of the saint.
There were ten saints in ancient China, but most of these ten saints are relatively watery. For example, the wine saint Du Kang and the poet saint Du Fu are all respected and cannot be called saints. They can truly be called saints.
Only Confucius, the most saint of Confucianism and Taoism, Zhang Zhongjing, the saint of medical arts, Guan Yu, the saint of martial arts, and Mencius, the saint of sub-saints of men and others.
Confucius founded Confucianism and Taoism and established sects for thousands of years, and he was naturally considered a saint.
Guan Yu was highly wise and had great martial arts skills. He still worshipped him in later generations and was a saint.
Zhang Zhongjing was sad about heaven and sympathized with others, and practicing medicine to help the world is also a saint.
These saints have been respected and worshipped by thousands of people for thousands of years, and have accumulated countless causes and effects over the years. It is similar to the Buddhist temple and the Sanqing Hall, which is worshipped by believers, and has received countless thoughts and has been endless for generations.
Just like, every year on Confucius' memorial day, countless descendants of China worship Confucius, and every effort of worship is taken away by the Confucius Mansion. You say that the Confucius Mansion has now been called because of the name of Confucius.
What kind of foundation is that even if there are fewer people in the world now, this accumulation cannot be underestimated.
Why did Xiang Que walk around the Confucius Mansion? In fact, he was afraid of the holy name above the Confucius Mansion. The saints were too famous in front of him. Even if Gujingguan was the backing, he would not dare to be too arrogant to the Confucius Mansion.
Is that doctor 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 at a good price by him.
Qi'an was right, Xiang Que was really ignorant. If he had known that the old man from Zhongshan Mausoleum was a disciple of the Medical Saint, he would have to send Cao Qingdao in to become a disciple of the saint no matter what he said.
At this moment, Xiang Que also understood why the old man and Qi'an from Zhongshan Mausoleum spared no effort to give him face this time. To put it bluntly, he was equivalent to being exposed to his old nephew who had not yet been born.
If that old man hadn't wanted to accept Cao Qingdao as his disciple, he would probably not be worthy of the help of the Medical Saint Sect.
"Oh, every drink and a peck are all routines. If I don't share Lao Cao's fortune, how can the cause and effect come true now? This is not a coincidence, it's all a fucking fate." Xiang Que Youyouyou
I sighed.
In the residence of Zhongjing, the cave was filled with a strong smell of medicine. The strong fragrance of medicine made people feel clear in their minds after smelling it.
"Just this smell, you can prolong your life after you smell it for a long time," Qi'an said a little arrogantly.
Xiang Que took a deep breath and said, "Alchemy, the medical saint's foundation, is truly domineering, and even the alchemy technique that has disappeared for a long time still has its inheritance."
"Haha..." In front of me, Senior Brother Qi'an looked back at Xiang Que with great meaning.
In the cave, there are forks, slightly similar to spider webs. Above the winding path are caves that have been chiseled out. Most of the two wooden doors at the entrance of the cave are closed, and only one near the innermost layer is open, with a faint light coming from
It was transmitted from inside.
"My master is waiting for you inside. My senior brother and I are outside for a while. You can just go in by yourself."
Xiangque nodded and walked towards the cave inside. When Xiangque came in the cave, he didn't see anyone at first, but he found a huge alchemy furnace in the middle of the cave, and there was a heat inside.
The flames burned wildly.
"My friend, the fire is a little bit bad. How about you add a fire to me?"