Chapter 1610 Zhonglou Dharma! The attention of two pilgrims!
Milky Way.
Bright and distant, vast and boundless.
As Yang Fan became a semi-sage, at the source of the Milky Way, the incarnation of literature and Taoism in the middle of the three statues finally solidified, with the "Shenxiang" hanging above his head, and his feet on the "Chinese" Han soil, just like the ancient sages who "educated" the four directions.
In particular, the "Shenxiang" that represents Yang Fan's vision is like a bright sun, its brilliance irradiating the heaven and earth.
"As expected, the saying goes, with greater ability comes greater responsibility."
Yang Fan let out a long breath.
From "Education", to "China", and then to "Shenxiang", he clearly felt that as his power became stronger, the literary, Taoist and supernatural powers he had learned would become stronger! .??.
Yang Fan looked at the "Shenxiang" above his head with a complicated expression.
This magical power far exceeds all the magical powers he has obtained before, including the five ancient magical powers of martial arts and even the ancient true spiritual powers, because this magical power clearly belongs to the real Chonglou-level Zhengfa!
Chonglou Zhengfa: Shenxiang!
Who can take care of the destination of all living beings, the vision of all sentient beings, and the eternal sacred land?
This is the entire explanation of this literary and magical power.
It no longer needs to be defined as any magical power in the past, because it itself represents power and the root of a culturally important building. A magical power can pick out the divine treasure and prove the important building!
It is a ladder to the sky!
If he had not encountered this kind of thing by chance, and he had achieved a high level of martial arts and had power comparable to the level of the Dao Privilege Realm, it would probably be difficult for him to achieve this magical power of the literary and spiritual arts!
This also made him understand why Kong Sheng could be so tyrannical with the power of "Kong Wu" and the magical power of "Confucius said", because the stronger he is and the harder his fist, the stronger his right to speak will naturally be.
And literary, Taoist and magical powers, to put it bluntly, are his principles and his right to speak!
If he were just an ordinary semi-saint, it would be impossible for him to comprehend this magical power.
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Because there is not enough strength to support it, all your ideas and ideals are just castles in the air!
However, Yang Fan is also a little lucky that he had "enlightenment" and "Chinese" magical powers in advance, and now he has become a semi-saint with these three magical powers, which makes it obvious that the divine treasure has not yet reached perfection!
It seems to be a harmonious and harmonious place, but in fact it feels a little top-heavy.
All because "Shenxiang" is too strong!
After all, if there is only this "Shenxiang", you can enter the Chonglou!
"After all, Shenxiang is an ideal hometown after all. It represents the supreme vision and the destination of the people. Without a strong enough foundation to support it, even if you climb up the stairs with it, you are destined to not last long!"
On the contrary, with the support of "China" and "Jiaohua", the three coincided with the way of heaven, earth and man, so that "Shenxiang" would not become a castle in the air!
"not to mention……"
Yang Fan glanced at the Taoist body next to him. The six magical powers in his body were shining brightly, but there were obvious shortcomings. When the brilliance circulated, it was always difficult to move around and form a single body.
"You really don't live up to expectations!"
First Buddha, then Tao, then text.
This is the route he planned to move forward. If it were to be established first, it would not only be inconsistent with his established vision, but it might also cause flaws in the Wen Dao Chonglou.
At the same time, I don't know if I felt Yang Fan's thoughts, but the six magical powers in his body seemed to shrink back, and began to sway in a flattering manner towards him.
Yang Fan was also helpless when he saw this.
"I really gave you a chance, but you didn't use it!"
Obviously
His first magical power was obtained from the true spiritual power. Now he has picked up the fruit of Buddhahood in the Buddha's golden body and has become a living Buddha in the world. His literary skills have also stepped into the semi-sage, and he has understood the divine treasure of "holy". On the contrary,
It is the Tao body, but it has not been achieved for a long time.
“In the future, I’m afraid we’ll have to focus on collecting some of the remnants of ancient true spirits.”
However, Yang Fan knew that this kind of thing was always hard to come by, and if he really wanted to collect it on a large scale, it would undoubtedly be an extremely time-consuming and labor-intensive task.
"Of course, the best way is to wait until I take over the Qing Dynasty and use the power of one country to collect it for me. This is a good strategy."
In fact, Yang Fan had already made arrangements. If his "Shulhaqi" vest hadn't been in a delicate situation and attracted much attention from all parties, his rash actions would have attracted the attention of interested people.
Otherwise, with his character, he would have asked his subordinates to offer treasures. ??
And just when Yang Fan was comprehending the "Shenxiang" and realizing his own way of being a "half-saint", Zhu Zi seemed to sense something in the Holy Temple in Shengjing City, and his eyes turned slightly cold.
"Have another disciples been born in Wen Dao?"
Whenever he thought of Wang Yun's dispersal of the Holy Power in front of him, he felt itchy with hatred, "I would rather give the Holy Power to those common weeds than give it to me..."
How could this not make him feel resentful?
Especially when the other party knocked him down into the depths of the void, almost sinking him completely, and made him realize that even if he lost his holy power, Wang Yun was no small matter.
"However, you are too naive after all!"
Zhu Zi lowered his eyes, and his face gradually returned to indifference, "If you ignore the lofty saints of the world and rely on the wisdom of future generations, can other people really be as reliable as you?"
"One day, you will find out that you have made the most wrong decision in your life!"
In Zhu Zi’s voice
Full of determination.
At the same time, Wang Yun, who was far away overseas, was teaching several children how to read and digit when he was suddenly startled and laughed heartily, with a face full of joy.
"Sure enough, the fire of literature and Taoism never ceases! Now our Ming Dynasty has one more scholar of literature and Taoism!"
He looked towards the Ming Dynasty in the distance, with endless emotion in his voice.
Wasn't it just to spread the seeds of the Holy Way in the world when the Holy Power was dispersed?
And the fact is as he expected, the existence of the Holy Power in the world will eventually make the literature and Tao become monotonous, just like when Confucius came out, other schools of literature and Tao began to decline, until finally all the world's literature and Taoism returned to Confucianism.
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As a master of the Xinxue, Wang Yun became a saint with the Xinxue and controlled the holy power of the world. If he had been a saint, all the civilized Dao in that day would inevitably follow the Xinxue. How could there be any other way out?
"I have become a saint by studying with my heart. How can people in the world have the chance to surpass me in my knowledge?"
A family's words will never make it prosperous.
Confucianism is what people need.
Since it is what people need, it needs to be constantly seeking innovation and change, rather than letting people rest on their laurels!
Isn't it ridiculous that future generations are always stuck in the rut of grass and insects, chewing words from fragments and fragments, and refuse to pursue innovation and change, but they still criticize the wisdom of ancient sages?
"Confucianism is meant to change with the times! Confucius did the same, and so do I!"
That's why Wang Yun used some pretext to disperse his holy power and return it to the Wen Dao. However, this gave opportunities to various Wen Dao schools, which was tantamount to reenacting the contention of a hundred schools of thought!
"Given the opportunity, it depends on how many people in the world can grasp it..."
At this moment, Wang Yun is like an old farmer, caring for the field where the seeds have been sown. He will be happy, excited, and satisfied because every seed takes root, sprouts, and grows vigorously.