"Wukong, we have to say goodbye this time. I don't know what year it will be when we meet again next time."
Zhou Wangji and the Confucian disciples bid farewell to Wukong one after another.
"Since I gave you the Analects of Confucius, I have nothing to give as a gift. This jade pendant is my heart."
Yan Hui took off a jade pendant from his waist.
Wukong couldn't refuse, so he took it and saw that the jade pendant showed five-color luster. Its shape looked like a phoenix but not a phoenix, or a luan but not a luan. Wukong felt that it was very noble, but he didn't recognize what kind of treasure it was.
"Wukong Wukong, we Confucian gentlemen are outside, hiding their weapons in their bodies, and waiting for the opportunity. I know that you are not used to using long swords, but you must keep these three sword seals, so as to protect you!" Zilu smiled heartily,
He took out three golden sword seals from his sleeves and handed them to Wukong, and gave him the formula.
"Knead the secrets and chant the mantra, and it will be released instantly. The power of it will definitely satisfy you!"
"Thank you, senior brother!" Wukong thanked him repeatedly.
"Wukong!"
"Wukong!"
Three thousand Confucian disciples said goodbye to Wukong one by one and gave him many gifts.
"Seriously, it's not like Wukong won't come back after going to Xizhou, why are you all acting like he's about to die?"
Qin Huali, a disciple of the Mohist family, smiled, pointed at Wukong who was soft-hearted in accepting the gift, and said with a smile: "The amount of money in the car is not too much."
With a wave of his hand, an exquisite box-like mechanism appeared in front of Wukong.
"We don't have anything to give as a gift, so just treat this as a gift from Shang Tong Mo Fang."
"Mo Fang?"
Wukong looked at the delicate mechanism in his hand. He was very curious. Just as he was about to start playing with it, he saw Tian Zifang reaching out to stop him.
"Wukong, this is not something you can play casually."
Tian Zifang shook his head and looked up at Qin Huali with a smirk on his face. He stretched out his hand and handed Wukong a bamboo slip: "This object consists of a universal axis as the main body, with six sides and seventy-two bodies. Each side is
A set of killing formations, each body is a world."
"Everything changes, whether it's killing, trapping, or defending, it all depends on your heart."
Tian Zifang said to Wukong: "Of course, this Mo Fang also has many functions. The usage and introduction are all recorded in this bamboo slip."
Wukong took a rough look at it and was surprised to find that the functions of Shang Tong Mo Fang were so complete. Storage and formation were secondary. The most important thing was that the seventy-two worlds corresponded to a series of magical powers of the Mo family.
And Qin Huali actually turned seventy-two worlds into trial sites. Having it is not only equivalent to carrying a mobile treasure house with you, but it can also help users understand and master Mohist thought.
"Thank you, senior brother!"
Wukong bowed deeply to Qin Huali.
"It's a small thing." The corner of Qin Huali's mouth raised slightly, and he waved his hand and said, "It's just a small toy created by Juzi. Every Mohist disciple will have one."
"If it weren't for this rush, I should have made one specially for Wukong."
"But fortunately, I can use this too, and it just comes in handy when you travel far away. Let's make do with it."
Wukong shook his head: "How can such a precious gift be considered a compromise?"
Tian Zifang glanced at Qin Huali happily and said, "Wukong, don't listen to senior brother's nonsense. Each disciple's Shang Tong Mo Fang is refined by himself and has different functions."
"In order to refine the Shangtong Mo Fang in your hand, Senior Brother caused a huge commotion on the battlefield between the two realms, demolished many worlds of the Thousand Demon Gods, and was so angry that the Supreme Demon God almost crossed the border to sniper him!"
The disciples of the Mo family on the side helped: "Yes, the senior brother was originally going to practice a fifth-level Mo formula, but it turned out to be too much and almost triggered a new round of war between the two realms, so he had to give up and only made a third-level one.
level."
Wukong was a little confused after hearing this. He looked at the terrifying Shang Tong Mo Fang in his hand and scratched his head: "Is this the third level?"
The third-level ones have 72 worlds dismantled inside. How many worlds will the fifth-level ones get?
What about seventh level? What about ninth level?
Thinking that a "toy" in his hand almost caused a war, Wukong felt a little magical, and at the same time he once again confirmed the value of Mo Fang.
Qin Huali on the side sighed: "Oh, don't mention it."
"Those demon gods are just stingy. They take a few small worlds without chewing them, but they become anxious when they touch the big world."
He patted Wukong on the shoulder and said earnestly: "Wukong, when you succeed in your cultivation in the future, remember to go to the battlefield of the two worlds to help me grab more worlds."
"Although we can practice it ourselves, it's not like robbing other people's things. It makes us feel better when we use them!"
Pa~~
The black sword hilt hit Qin Huali's head, and he screamed in pain. He looked around and found that Mozi had arrived at his side at some point.
"Giant!"
"What are you doing?"
Qin Huali looked at Mozi, who had a serious face, and he immediately straightened his expression: "Master, I am introducing our Mohist thoughts to Wukong."
Mozi glanced at Qin Huali and said, "Don't cause any trouble for me."
Qin Huali looked aggrieved, "Young man..."
But Mozi didn't look at him at all, his eyes stayed on Wukong, and Mozi's expression became gentle for a moment.
"Giant."
Wukong hurriedly greeted him, but for some reason he was more reserved when facing Mozi than when facing Confucius.
"No need to be polite."
Mozi said with a pleasant face: "You must have remembered all the journeys to various countries and the theories of hundreds of schools of thought. Everything Tianzhou has experienced."
"Now that we are about to say goodbye, I have only one thing to say to you."
"Master, please speak."
Wukong bowed.
Mozi nodded: "Everything in the world has its own way and follows its own laws. If you want to jump out of the Three Realms and not be among the Five Elements, you need to ask for the word 'change'."
"In this way, we can be in harmony with each other and achieve true freedom."
After that, Mozi walked away slowly, leaving Wukong alone in deep thought.
"The word 'change'?"
Wukong's golden eyes twinkled. He looked at Mo Zi's retreating back. He seemed to have caught something in his heart, but he seemed to have caught nothing.
Qin Huali looked on, shook his head, and murmured in his heart: "Master, he has always been straightforward, how come he has now learned the tricks of the master, and talks in human language!"
Pa~~
The black sword hilt fell on the bird's head again.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Mozi's voice came from far away.
"Still not leaving?"
"I'm coming!"
Qin Huali and others bid farewell to Wukong.
"Wukong, take care!"
"Brothers, take care!"
Rumble~~
Three thousand Confucian chariots arrived.
That familiar tall figure enveloped Wukong.
"Master!"
Mingyu looked at the excited Wukong. He stepped off the chariot and patted Wukong's shoulder gently: "If he chases you away, you go home."
Wukong was stunned for a moment, then a warmth came to his heart, and he smiled brightly.
"good!"
Taoist high platform.
Patriarch Bodhi, who had not yet left, gave a wry smile after hearing this and complained to Li Er: "The world is really going downhill and people's hearts are not as old as they used to be. Master will also speak ill of others behind their backs."
Li Er was unmoved: "Are you leaving?"
"If you don't leave, I will leave."
"Brother Dao, what are you in a hurry for?"
Li Er raised his eyelids: "It's not that I'm anxious, but that Sakyamuni is about to achieve perfect enlightenment."
Bodhi's expression changed. He looked at Tianzhu and said with a smile: "We, the Western religion, are also going to officially move towards Buddhism."
"Brother Dao, you have to be merciful!"
Li Er said calmly: "Old Taoists only follow the rules."
Bodhi nodded: "Just follow the rules, just follow the rules."
This was the end of a grand debate among scholars.
After this war, all the schools of thought received warm invitations from Confucian masters.
They willingly and actively cooperated, happily and proactively getting on the Confucian chariot.
"Where are we going?"
"School Palace!"
"Jixia Academy, it will be the most prosperous and most open-minded holy place in the world!"
Mingyu raised his hand and drew a big cake for Baijia.
"In other words, not yet?" The seal on the famous Gongsun Long's mouth was torn open.
He muttered: "Are you trying to catch us to make up the numbers and become gentlemen?"
Looking at the Confucian disciple next to him who was about to draw his sword, Huizi quickly stepped forward and covered Gongsun Long's mouth: "All the disciples gathered together, a hundred schools of thought contended, ideas collided, and the great truth was confirmed!"
"What a rare opportunity!"
"We have no reason to refuse!"
Mingyu smiled lightly: "As expected of a famous sage, he just has a pattern!"
He looked around, with his sword in his left hand and his book in his right hand. He smiled gently and said to the disciples: "Do you have any questions?"
"You can definitely bring it up together."
"I will answer them one by one."
Zhuzi shook his head repeatedly: "No, no!"
"We all support Master's decision."
"Yes, yes, we all volunteer to become teachers in the academy!"
Mingyu was very happy.
Everyone is indeed a saint.
Very reasonable and considerate!
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Tianzhu.
Sakyamuni became famous.
In Rajagaha, he was converted by King Bimbasara of Magadha and his son King Ajatasaratu, and his disciples reached 500.
"Master, King Pasenadi of the Kosala Kingdom invites you to go to Savatthi City to preach the Dharma." Disciple Ananda said to Sakyamuni.
Thereupon, Sakyamuni was in Savatthi City and in the Garden of Jishujidu, and he and a group of 1,250 other great bhikkhus gave sermons and sermons.
At this time, Wukong said goodbye to his disciples and left Zhou's room.
He did not go west, but all the way south.
Today's Wukong is no longer the little monkey who just went to sea.
He learned a lot during his trip to Tianzhou.
Before parting, the generous senior brothers also gave Wukong many gifts.
It would be a shame not to use it.
I heard that Nanzhan Buzhou was also a prosperous place on earth, so Wukong planned to go and have a look.
After Patriarch Bodhi discovered that Wukong's itinerary had changed, he couldn't laugh or cry.
"Forget it, forget it, let him go."
Wukong is not a follower of rules. Confucianism has always taught Wukong that he is a gentleman who speaks quietly and moves like wind and thunder.
Bodhi didn't think there was anything wrong with it.
After all, the Tao of the West is also the Tao of all sentient beings these days.
To be a practitioner in the world of mortals is a kind of spiritual practice.
"It's just a good time to improve the teaching materials."
Bodhi thought carefully, he didn't come to Tianzhou for tutoring this time for nothing.
The expansion of the syllabus is also to teach Wukong better.
"Niu'er, let's go."
The purple energy spreads for thirty thousand miles, and I set out for the westward journey.
He slowly and leisurely arrived at Hangu Pass.
Guan Yin of Hangu Pass is not an ordinary person.
He saw the changes in the purple energy and knew that a sage was coming. He was very excited: "Unexpectedly, I can see the second Taoist sage in my lifetime!"
Guan Yin quickly went out of the city to greet me.
"Yin Xi has seen a saint!" Yin Xi bowed to me respectfully.
I asked with a smile: "Why did the general say that he saw the second Taoist sage?"
Yin Xi replied: "The last general was originally the lord of Mengcheng in the Song Dynasty. He was fortunate to be a neighbor of Zhuangzi."
If Wukong were here, he would definitely recognize this enthusiastic old man watching the battle with him.
"You are indeed destined to be a Taoist!"
I made some calculations with my fingers, and immediately felt a love for talents, so I gave Yin Xi a test.
Of course everyone is happy with the result.
Laozi accepted Yin Xi as a registered disciple and passed down the Five Thousand Words at Hangu Pass, which is the Tao Te Ching.
Yin Xi has since had a Taoist nickname - Wen Shi Zhenren.
After Lao Tzu left, Master Wen Shi devoted himself to practicing Taoism.
Finally, he resigned from office and traveled far away with his sword.
After going around and around, he actually came to Wudang Mountain.
Here, Wen Shizhen saw a white-faced and beardless man.
The big man held a broad sword and stepped on turtles and snakes. He said: "This is my Taoist temple. Fellow Taoists, you should find another place."
Master Wenshi saw the round light faintly shrouding the back of the big man's head, and concluded in his heart that this was definitely a big boss.
So he took out the Tao Te Ching written by Lao Tzu.
When Zhenwu saw the sage's handwriting, his eyes shone, and his face suddenly became kind. He was much more polite to Master Wenshi: "It turns out that we are fellow Taoists, so we are a family."
Zhenwu warmly invited Wenshi Zhenren to visit Wudang Mountain.
Master Wenshi did not doubt that he was there, so he followed him into the mountain.
Then, this visit lasted three years.
"Brother, come here often!"
Zhenwu looked at the Five Thousand Words carved on the Lion Peak, and he happily looked at the back of Master Wen Shi as if he was running for his life.
"It's just a discussion. Are you so scared?"
"Brother Wen Shi is not very experienced in the world!"
Zhenwu wiped his sword and shook his head repeatedly.
But he didn't let Wen Shi live at a disadvantage either.
Before leaving, he kindly introduced this little brother to a place where he could stay.
"Enter Shu!"
As a result, there was an additional swordsman in the Shushan area.
In the future, there will be more and more sword fairies here.
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