The first thousand and sixty-seventh chapter of the death of the sub-sage, the restoration of the Co
The Confucian sage looked at the eldest disciple in front of him with some admiration in his eyes: "Yes, with your qualifications and character, given time, you may not be unable to step into the realm of a saint."
"It's a pity that you were unlucky and missed many good opportunities. If you had Lin Ze's luck, why would you do this as a teacher?"
Meng Ke's face was dark, and his tone revealed helplessness and exhaustion: "This disciple cannot understand. I and others have followed the teacher for tens of thousands of years, and the accumulated relationship between teacher and student is better than countless sincere feelings in the world."
"Both father and son, husband and wife, they are less than one ten thousandth. Why would the teacher be so cruel and treat his disciples and others like fish?"
The Confucian sage sighed slightly, as if with regret: "My teacher just praised you for your excellent character and qualifications. Why would you ask such a stupid question now?"
"Benevolence, righteousness, etiquette, wisdom, and trust are the five great roads. In addition to the core benevolence, I have taught you and other four Tao with all my heart. Is this just to pass on the Taoism?"
The Confucian sage paused for a moment, as if he was speaking to Meng Ke, or to himself: "As a teacher, I am in the realm of a saint, almost as good as the way of heaven. The way of heaven does not change, and it is equivalent to being immortal for all eternity. If you want to preach, why bother to work hard?"
Wouldn’t it be free and easy to recruit direct disciples and open a forum to preach?”
"In the final analysis, isn't it just to peek into the transcendent realm?"
Meng Ke asked in a tone full of despair: "The story that the teacher made up before in order to gain the trust of the disciples from the Taoist palace was actually not a fabrication, but the teacher's true thoughts all along?"
The Confucian sage chuckled and said, "You are really a clever disciple. I didn't realize it until now."
When Meng Ke heard this, he fell completely into despair. He lost all energy and spirit. He murmured to himself: "The disciple thought that even if the sky fell and the earth fell, there would still be a teacher to protect the disciples and others. It turned out to be just the disciple's wishful thinking, which is extremely ridiculous.
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The Confucian sage was filled with emotion: "Don't tell me, after raising you for tens of thousands of years, you are really reluctant to let go. If the world were to fall, I would probably do my best to protect you. It's a pity that you can't bear it in front of the great road."
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"In the past, when I was a teacher and asked to be a Taoist sage, he became the master of the Supreme Master. I didn't quite understand the meaning of the four words. It wasn't until the day when my teacher obtained the method of returning to the same path that my fellow disciples returned, that I finally understood it."
"Meng Ke, Xun Kuang, you should think that you are repaying the teacher's kindness with your own body. In this case, maybe you will feel better."
"Be calm, don't think too much, don't resist, I will try my best to absorb all your cultivation as quickly as possible, so that you will suffer less. Relax, it will pass soon, just like falling asleep."
After speaking, two white jade-like palms gently covered Meng Ke Xun Kuang's face.
When the palm of the Confucian sage was only three inches away from Meng Ke and Xun Kuang, a sudden change occurred.
Meng Ke's whole body burst into revolt, and all the power of heaven in his body was concentrated in one place, and he slammed into the Confucian sage, and roared heartbreakingly: "The disciple will never be willing to surrender and let the teacher do whatever he wants."
Next to him, Xun Kuang woke up forcefully and attacked the right side of the Confucian sage with all his strength. Although he was one step behind Meng Ke, his attack was not much weaker than Meng Ke's.
The two men, Meng Ke and Xun Kuang, moved very quickly and attacked with all their might. The time was stuck when the Confucian Sage was approaching and their defense was not strong, so they succeeded in hitting the Confucian Sage.
The four palms, carrying the force of wind and thunder, were pressed against the Confucian Sage's chest and ribs respectively.
The majestic and turbulent power of heaven followed the arms of Meng Ke and Xun Kuang and rushed into the body of the Confucian saint, rampaging inside and causing mad destruction.
Meng Ke Xun Kuang's face showed a look of madness, and he wanted to destroy everything in his mind.
In addition to this, there is also the instinctive desire for survival of Meng Ke and Xun Kuang. It must be said that this seems to be the only chance for them to survive smoothly.
The Confucian saint who was suddenly attacked had an indifferent expression and looked at Meng Ke and Xun Kuang coldly, as if nothing had happened, and he seemed to be looking at a dead person.
Meng Ke and Xun Kuang's expressions changed drastically. They discovered that the power of heaven in their bodies had lost control and rushed into the body of the Confucian saint at least three times faster.
What made the two of them feel even more depressed was that the power of heaven that rushed into the body of the Confucian saint encountered no obstacles at all, as if they were entering an abyss.
"How is this going?"
Xun Kuang's character was not as good as Meng Ke's, so he couldn't help but ask.
The Confucian sage replied calmly: "You two fell into my master's plan and took the initiative to give the power of heaven to me to absorb. In this way, my master can easily absorb you completely, but it will not cause any harm."
Nothing was wasted."
Xun Kuang's expression froze: "A plan?"
The Confucian sage chuckled and said: "Of course, I have been teaching you for tens of thousands of years. How come I don't know how many pounds you have? If it were not for maximizing benefits, how could I be hurt by you two?"
Xun Kuang looked gloomy and remained silent.
Meng Ke on the side took a deep breath, with a look of determination on his face, raised his right foot, and stepped on it hard. A completely different avenue stretched between him and the Confucian saint, trying to cut off the connection between the two.
The next moment, this newly emerged avenue did not escape the poisonous hands of the Confucian sage. Following Meng Ke's avenue of righteousness, it was sucked away by the Confucian sage.
Under Meng Ke's shocked eyes, the Confucian sage showed an extremely happy look on his face, and said with emotion: "It's this completely different feeling, it's so fascinating."
After a few breaths, the Confucian sage had a vague look of satisfaction on his face, and he said as if he was holding a pearl of wisdom: "Since I intend to use you as a cauldron leading to transcendence, how can I not pay careful attention to your changes?
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"You are secretly planning to find another way to fight against my teacher's thoughts and actions. My teacher already knew about it thousands of years ago. The reason why you hide it is not to cherish the old relationship, but to taste more delicious fruits."
"Now it seems that you have cultivated this Taoist fruit well. I am very gratified and happy to be my teacher."
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Meng Ke looked up to the sky and laughed when he heard this, and even burst into tears from the corners of his eyes.
"So, thousands of years ago, we accidentally learned that the teacher would be harmful to my senior brothers. In fact, the teacher secretly released it?"
The Confucian sage stretched out his hand to stroke his beard and commented: "It's not too stupid. Who can convey this kind of news to you except the teacher myself?"
At this time, Meng Ke had completely lost the courage to resist. Everything was planned by the Confucian sage, and he played with them step by step, unable to even make a splash.
How many people can bear this feeling of powerlessness?
As the power of heaven in their bodies gradually came to an end, Meng Ke and Xun Kuang gradually lost their color and their bodies shriveled up, like a flower that withered rapidly.
"As my master, I will remember the achievements of you two in my heart. When I enter the realm of transcendence as a human being, I will definitely accept you two as my disciples again and guide you to enlightenment."
"Go in peace!"
After the Confucian sage said the last sentence, he shook the two people who were withered and inhuman shape into powder.
From then on, there were no more Meng Ke or Xun Kuang in the world, and there was no less Confucian sage.
The Confucian sage absorbed all the cultivation of Meng Ke and Xun Kuang, and immediately sat cross-legged, calmly concentrating, and quickly refining the two men's great ways.
Meng Ke and Xun Kuang have been practicing for tens of thousands of years, and their foundations are not trivial. It would take some time for the Confucian sage to turn them all into his own.
Half an hour later, the Confucian sage opened his eyes, blew out a breath of impurities, and then his whole body's aura gradually increased, and he stepped back into the realm of the saint as if it was a matter of course.
However, the Confucian sage was not at all happy in his heart, and sighed: "If I couldn't help myself, how could I attack you so quickly? How could it be better to save it to break through the realm of transcendence?"