The ghostly aura was billowing, and the raging ghostly aura quickly turned into a whirlpool, and in the whirlpool, accompanied by a strange scream, Chen Shaojun saw a humanoid creature, skinny as a stick, crawling on the ground, and leaping forward on its limbs.
, it passed through the whirlpool-shaped passage and quickly jumped out.
In front of him was a vast land and undulating mountains. Chen Shaojun saw a winding road, like a jade belt, passing through the mountains. On the road, several Confucian scholars with high crowns and doctoral degrees led an ox cart from afar.
And get closer, walking towards here.
"Goo!"
The strange humanoid creature seemed to have been hungry for a long time. Looking at the few Confucian scholars passing by, its eyes lit up with a look of extreme hunger. Then it flew up, screamed strangely, and rushed towards the Confucian scholars.
.
"Be careful, it's a ghost!"
Chen Shaojun heard many exclamations. This sudden attack caused chaos among the Confucian scholars.
"You are so bold and evil, how dare you act so recklessly here and disturb the teacher's car!"
At this moment, a loud shout was heard. The leader, a Confucian scholar, looked burly, holding a broad-backed long sword, and with a sharp finger, he stood in front of the ox cart, blocking the humanoid monster.
Boom, the humanoid monster rushed over and seemed to be suppressed by an invisible force in mid-air. It shuddered and fell straight down, landing in front of the leading Confucian scholar.
The humanoid monster was firmly pressed to the ground by the invisible force and could not move at all. However, it still looked ahead with its head held high, its eyes still hungry, but it uttered several vague human languages:
"Blood...people..."
"How presumptuous! You are about to die and you still think about cannibalism. I will kill you now to rid the world of this scourge!"
The leading Confucian scholar was upright and shouted loudly, swinging the long sword in his hand to kill the ghost.
"Wait a minute!"
At this time, a voice suddenly came from the bullock cart behind. Soon, a great scholar slowly walked down from the bullock cart and quickly walked to the humanoid ghost tribe.
"Yan Hui, stop it. Although this tapir is a ghost, it is still alive after all, and it is rare that its wisdom is so deep that it can understand human language."
The scholar slowly stepped forward, looked down at the ghost clan and said:
"Let me ask you, where did you learn this human language?"
The ghost tapir just struggled and still made weird cries from its mouth.
However, unexpectedly, the scholar seemed to understand what Gui Tapir said and laughed:
"Anyway, I have just begun to teach Confucianism, and it is fate that you and I met here. Seeing that you also have some understanding of human nature, I will help you open up your spiritual wisdom, take you into the door, and teach Confucianism and Taoism from now on, which is what I did at the beginning.
The grand oath of 'education without discrimination'!"
As the great scholar spoke, he suddenly stretched out a crystal clear, flawless white jade finger, and then slowly touched the ghost tapir's forehead.
In an instant, the ghost tapir, which was struggling violently and with a ferocious expression, suddenly calmed down, and a human-like spirituality appeared in its fierce eyes.
The ghost tapir was so blessed that its soul seemed to have truly enlightened. It bowed to the ground and knelt down obediently in front of the great scholar.
"Haha, okay, from now on, you will be the thirteenth disciple of my Confucian and Taoist sect."
The great Confucian laughed, and then put a loose Confucian robe on the ghost tapir.
And the ghost tapir stood up, put on Confucian clothes, and his image slowly changed, and finally turned into a human form.
"!!!"
At this moment, Chen Shaojun was shocked and suddenly understood something:
"The ghost tapir is the ghost saint, and the great scholar... is the master of Confucius!"
Chen Shaojun never thought that what he just saw was the process of the Ghost Saint being listed as the disciple of Confucius Saint. Obviously, the scene before him was the memory of the Ghost Saint, but it was a pity that the impressions projected on the stone tablet were all created by the ghost mist. Transformed, everything is blurred, and only the outline can be outlined, but the facial features cannot be clearly seen.
"Pity."
Chen Shaojun sighed again in his heart and secretly regretted that this was the memory of the ghost saint. The Master Kong Sheng in his memory was what he saw with his own eyes, and was the true appearance of Kong Sheng. Although there are portraits of Kong Sheng circulating in the world, they are only spread after all. , there is still a big difference from what Ghost Saint witnessed with his own eyes.
To be able to see the true face of Kong Sheng is a great honor for any Confucian and Taoist disciple, but it is a pity that he still has a narrow destiny.
Everything in front of him changed again. Chen Shaojun saw that the transformed ghost tapir began to read and recognize characters, study scriptures, and also learn human language. At this time, Chen Shaojun already understood that the image shown in the stone tablet was the memory of the ghost saint. He left all of this in the stone tablet. If someone triggers the stone tablet, the ban will be triggered and all of this will be revealed.
"I didn't expect that Ghost Saint was one of the first disciples recruited by Master Kong Sheng. It's a pity that his existence has been erased from all Confucian and Taoist classics."
Chen Shaojun sighed in his heart.
The scene in the stele was constantly changing like a horse watching flowers. Chen Shaojun saw the Ghost Saint following Master Kong Sheng to travel around various countries, and also saw him and his brothers from the Seventy-Two Sages going deep into the ocean, venturing into the wilderness and other places, but soon , the picture in Ghost Saint's memory began to change.
"ah!"
With an exclamation, Chen Shaojun suddenly woke up when he saw the sleeping Ghost Saint on the bed, sweating profusely.
"What is it? What is it that is shouting?"
Chen Shaojun saw the ghost saint in the picture and looked around, but Chen Shaojun saw clearly that his surroundings were empty and there was nothing, and he couldn't help but frowned for a moment.
Next, such scenes kept appearing, once, twice, three times... Chen Shaojun saw the ghost saint waking up again and again from his deep sleep. Not only that, Chen Shaojun saw that he seemed to hear that sound even when he was reciting scriptures and pondering knowledge. The voice was greatly disturbed, and a look of pain appeared on his face.
"Whose voice is it? Why can only I hear it?"
In the study, Gui Sheng suddenly threw the pen in his hand, with a painful look on his face.
I don’t know how long it took, but when the same scene was shown again and the Ghost Saint woke up from his sleep again, everything was finally different.
"What's wrong, junior brother?"
A gentle and concerned voice came from the side, and Chen Shaojun saw a Confucian scholar sitting up from the bed nearby and walked to the ghost saint's side.
"Senior Brother Ji..."
Chen Shaojun heard the voice of the Ghost Saint:
"Have you ever heard that miserable scream?"
For the first time, the Ghost Saint told him exactly what happened to him, and the latter shook his head, puzzled. Obviously only the Ghost Saint could hear that voice.
Only this time, Senior Brother Ji gave some different answers.
"Junior brother, although I don't know what happened to you, but I heard that if you encounter many things that you cannot use common sense to figure out, and you can't see anyone around, but you can always hear sounds, it will inevitably
It has something to do with ghosts and gods.”
"spirits?"
Ghost Saint looked confused.
"Yes, they are ghosts and gods. I have heard before I followed the teacher. After a person dies, his soul is broken and scattered between heaven and earth. This is not only true for people, but also for gods and demons. Over thousands of years, the world is full of these.
Fragments of the gods, that is, ghosts and gods,”
That senior brother Ji said.
"But why are they screaming in pain?"
Ghost Holy Way.
"I don't know either. I know very little about ghosts and gods, but the teacher is very knowledgeable. Maybe we can ask the teacher and ask him about ghosts and gods."
That senior brother Ji said.
However, Chen Shaojun saw a hesitant look in Ghost Saint's eyes.
Chen Shaojun was startled at first, but he quickly understood something. Ghost Saint is a ghost clan, and he has the most special status among the many disciples of Kong Sheng. It must be because of this reason that he found it difficult to speak.
When the Ghost Saint first worshiped under the disciples of Confucius, there were not many disciples of Confucius, but later, there were already thousands of disciples. When there are more people, everyone has different thoughts. Naturally, there are many people who don't like the Ghost Saint.
exist.
However, at this moment, a generous palm suddenly patted Ghost Saint's back:
"Don't worry, junior brother, I'll help you ask!"
The scene in front of him changed again. In just a moment, Chen Shaojun saw the Ghost Sage again. This was a huge lecture hall. The Ghost Sage was standing among many Confucian and Taoist disciples, and Master Kong Sheng was standing in the lecture hall giving lectures.
"Teacher, I would like to ask you about ghosts and gods."
At this moment, a Confucian and Taoist disciple spoke.
"oh?"
In an instant, the lecture hall immediately fell silent, and everyone's eyes fell on Master Kong Sheng. Chen Shaojun saw that the Ghost Saint in the crowd was clearly looking forward to and nervous.
Master Kong Sheng, who was in front of the podium, frowned at first. After a moment, he sighed, glanced at the sky, and finally spoke.
"Ji Lu, I can't answer your question even as a teacher. How can I know death if I don't know life? How can I answer your question if I don't even understand the matter of life?"
"!!!"
Hearing this sentence, Chen Shaojun's heart immediately stirred up waves. "How can you know death if you don't know life" is a well-known allusion in Confucianism, but Chen Shaojun never knew that all this was actually related to the ghost saint.
"Senior Brother Ji is Ji Zi. Under Kong Sheng's sect, Ghost Saint actually has the best relationship with Ji Zi."
The scene in front of me changed again, and in just a blink of an eye, both Ji Zi and the lecture hall disappeared.
Time passed slowly, and another day passed. The Ghost Saint once again sat up from his dream. It seemed that he heard the voice of the ghosts and gods that tormented him again. However, this time it was a little different from before:
"No, that's not a scream, that's a cry for help from ghosts and gods. It needs my help!"
Ghostly aura floated around, Chen Shaojun only heard these words, and the scene disappeared again.
"The cry for help from ghosts and gods? What does it mean?"
Chen Shaojun frowned, and at this moment, the ghost saint's memory was interrupted. Black smoke filled the air, drifting, and the ghost saint's figure condensed again.