Chapter nine hundred and fifty-two on behalf of the war
Zhuang Zhou arrived in front of the camp in an instant. He looked at Meng Ke and the other two men who were standing in mid-air, unaffected by the heavy rain. He looked calmly and said, "Junior brother, poor Taoist, is in seclusion to learn Taoism. Several Confucian sages have something to do with him?"
Meng Ke and Xun Kuang looked at each other after hearing this, and a gleam of joy flashed deep in their eyes.
Then Meng Ke came out of the crowd, bowed his hands in a slight salute, and said straight to the point: "I heard that the disciples of the Taoist Palace have advanced cultivation, and Lin Ze, the destiny master, is even said to be invincible under the realm of saints. I, the third Confucian brother, are here to ask for advice."
A cold light flashed in Zhuang Zhou's eyes, and he said in a cold voice: "The relationship between the Taoist and Confucian families has always been good, do you want to force this poor Taoist junior brother to death?"
Meng Ke looked surprised and said: "Why did Zhuang Sheng say this? We are just asking Lin Ze, the man of destiny, for advice. How can we force him to die?"
Xun Kuang added on the side: "Is it possible that Lin Ze was worried that his defeat at our hands would hinder his invincible prestige in the realm of saints, so he avoided seeing us? If this is the case, Zhuang Sheng can just speak frankly, why bother to slander us?
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When Zhuang Zhou heard this, he was immediately furious. Confucian people were indeed as shameless as Confucian sages, and they actually beat him up.
As his thoughts were flowing, Zhuang Zhou suddenly thought of a way to counterattack. He narrowed his eyes slightly and said in a solemn tone: "Yunmengze Shuijun has learned from his past mistakes. Are you sure you would rather risk your demise than challenge Junior Brother Pindao?"
Meng Ke replied righteously: "If you hear the truth in the morning, you will die in the evening."
Zhuang Zhou shook his head slightly. In terms of shamelessness, he was still far behind Confucianism.
Zhuang Zhou took a deep breath, calmed down his anger, and said calmly: "I wonder if my cultivation is not weak. If the three of you really want to ask for advice, why don't I replace my brother and have a discussion with the three of you?"
Meng Ke shook his head repeatedly and said: "Sheng Zhuang's Tao is profound. We have seen it many times, so I don't need to discuss it with you. But I have never experienced it while sitting with the man of destiny to discuss Tao. I still hope that Sage Zhuang will make it perfect."
A sneer appeared at the corner of Zhuang Zhou's mouth and he said: "But I want to discuss Tao with you today, so stop talking nonsense and accept the move."
After saying this, without waiting for the three people to respond, Zhuang Zhou transformed into a golden-winged roc with wings spread far and wide, and attacked the three people.
Meng Ke forcibly suppressed the joy in his heart and said to Xun Kuangyan: "Two juniors, form a three-talent formation."
At the same time as he spoke, a long river of awe-inspiring righteousness filled with the avenue of righteousness emerged in the air.
Yan Hui and Xun Kuang followed the words and released a vast river of righteousness composed of the avenue of propriety and the avenue of wisdom.
The three long rivers of great righteousness are distributed according to the three talents of heaven, earth and man. They echo each other from a distance, and their power is superimposed. Compared with a single river, I don't know how much stronger it is.
The golden-winged roc transformed by Zhuang Zhou collided with it fiercely. Both sides retreated a hundred feet, and for a while they were at a stalemate.
However, Zhuang Zhou did not stop because of this and continued to hit the three great rivers of righteousness.
The second time, the result was that both sides were still driven back, but Meng Ke and the other three retreated a hundred feet, while Zhuang Zhou retreated ninety-nine feet.
Although there was a difference of one foot, Zhuang Zhou had the upper hand.
The third time, the fourth time...
The golden-winged roc transformed by Zhuang Zhou hit the great river of righteousness faster and faster, and gained more and more advantages.
After a few breaths, when Zhuang Zhou bumped into him for the tenth time, the three great rivers of righteousness suddenly shattered, and the sharp wings of the golden-winged roc struck the three of them heavily.
Meng Ke and the other three vomited blood in the air and fell quickly to the ground.
Zhuang Zhou transformed the golden-winged roc with a ruthless look in his eyes, and chased Meng Ke and the others.
From Zhuang Zhou's point of view, if Meng Ke and the others were not taught a harsh lesson today, wouldn't it be extremely annoying if they came to ask for advice again and again?
It would be best to inflict serious injuries on Meng Ke and the other three at once, so that they will not recover easily, so that they can be saved once and for all.
With a loud "boom", Meng Ke and three others fell into a mountain forest outside Yangzhai City, creating a large crater nearly eight miles in diameter and dozens of feet deep.
Countless birds and beasts were destroyed by the impact, leaving only a wisp of blood lingering in the air.
Meng Ke and the three men were lying at the bottom of the pit, their robes a little messy. Seeing Zhuang Zhou pursuing him, a sense of extreme danger emerged in their hearts. They wanted to dodge, but were unable to do anything.
Seeing that Zhuang Zhou was about to severely injure Meng Ke and the others, a faint character of benevolence suddenly appeared on the bodies of Meng Ke and the others, making all Zhuang Zhou's attacks invisible.
At the same time, the voice of the Confucian sage sounded in the audience: "Zhuang Zhou, Confucianism has lost this game. I hope you will show mercy."
When Zhuang Zhou heard this, his face was extremely ugly, and he said bluntly: "The Confucian sage first instructs his disciples to be aggressive and come to pick fights and challenges, and now he finds excuses to intervene in the fight. Isn't this the behavior of a saint?"
The voice of the Confucian sage came from far away in Yangzhai City: "If you want to accuse me, why bother? Zhuang Zhou, you are slandering me based on your assumptions, aren't you afraid of me punishing you?"
Zhuang Zhou snorted coldly and said: "If the Confucian sage feels that Pindao is a slander, he can take action against Pindao. Pindao just wants to see how the Confucian sage ignores the supreme status of a saint and bullies the younger ones."
As soon as Zhuang Zhou finished speaking, a big hand stretching thousands of feet appeared above his head. It seemed to be slow, but it fell extremely quickly.
Zhuang Zhou was not in a hurry, and the golden-winged roc bird shrank sharply, turning into a slightly illusory colorful butterfly, dancing lightly in the air.
When the big hand pressed down, the colorful butterfly was like a phantom, letting the big hand run over it without suffering any damage.
The big hand continued downwards, grabbed Meng Ke and the others, and instantly retracted to Yangdi City and disappeared from Zhuang Zhou's eyes.
The voice of the Confucian sage sounded again: "Zhuang Zhou, for the sake of Master Li, I will not argue with you. I hope you will do your best and don't make any mistakes."
There was a mocking look on Zhuang Zhou's face, and he said as if you can definitely defeat me. If I escape into the way of heaven like a dream butterfly, will you dare to break the way of heaven?
Zhuang Zhou wanted to go back to his thoughts, but did not say anything. Although he was not afraid of Confucian sages, it was not a good thing to be in the sage's face like this.
Moreover, there are many methods in the sage realm, and Zhuang Zhou was not sure that the Confucian sage had no other means to deal with him.
After thinking about it, Zhuang Zhou still felt angry. He let go of his voice and said loudly: "Today, Zhuang Zhou defeated the three Confucian sages Meng Ke, Yan Hui and Xun Kuang in Yangzhai. I hope the three Confucian sages will not be discouraged."
, remember today’s shame, practice hard in seclusion, and seek advice from Confucian sages.”
"Pindao hopes that when we see the three Confucian sages again in the future, the three sages can join forces to fight Pindao for several rounds, instead of having to save their lives every time."
"I hope that the Confucian sage can put more effort into teaching his direct disciples, so as not to lose to others and lose the prestige of Confucianism."
Zhuang Zhou said a lot of satirical words about Confucianism in front of the mortals in Quan Yang and Zhai, and his mood suddenly improved a lot.
I would like to see if Confucianism is really so shameless. After being humiliated time and time again, they still dare to challenge.
If nothing else, when the news spread that the three Confucian sages were defeated at the hands of Taoist palace, the prestige of Confucianism would inevitably decline.
Correspondingly, Confucian luck will suffer to a certain extent.
For Zhuang Zhou, this point cannot be ignored. Confucianism should always think about whether it should be done if it requires paying a price and harming oneself and harming others.
After shouting these few words, Zhuang Zhou turned around and walked leisurely towards the Western Qin camp.
At this moment, in the governor's mansion of Yangzhai City, the Confucian sage looked at Meng Ke and the others, nodded slightly and said, "You three did a good job this time."
The three of them bowed and said, "Thank you teacher for the compliment."
The Confucian sage turned his attention to the others and said calmly: "You have all seen it. With the amulet given by me, even if it is stronger than Zhuang Zhou, it cannot seriously injure you."