Chapter 284: Fang Wai's transformation becomes Yan Jun
"After all, we are the Tianwen Sect. With this merit and luck, we will definitely be promoted to a generation of literary saints. I will have one more powerful ally."
Pingjiang Jun murmured in a low voice, glanced at Zhou Yi, and then quickly looked back, with a trace of expectation in his eyes full of vicissitudes of life and wisdom.
From beginning to end, the overall trend was all within his plan.
However, in the next moment, Mr. Pingjiang clenched his fists suddenly, and a look of shock flashed in his eyes.
"Xu Gong, you... what are you doing! Why don't you want merit?"
Not only Pingjiang-kun, but almost everyone present was stunned by the scene in front of them.
I saw the old man in cloth clothes sitting motionless on the ground, suddenly stretched out his hand, as if dusting off ashes, and lightly swept his clothes.
The merit and luck that was about to penetrate into his body suddenly stopped and circled around, making a rustling sound.
"All things in the world are derived from Qi, such as the five movements and six qi, which are combined into various spiritual qi for us to control and use for practice and magic.
And this meritorious luck is also a type of Qi in nature, but it is superior to the five lucks and six qi, and is endowed with the meaning of great aspirations and dharma by the way of heaven.
If we gain merit and luck, even if we cannot become saints immediately, we can still make great progress in cultivation, gain enlightenment about heavenly secrets, and gain supernatural powers."
As Nanjiang Dragon Ancestor Ao Qin spoke, there was confusion in his old eyes: "But why doesn't this one accept it? Is he really so noble? Don't you know that those merits, luck, spirituality are natural, in other words, they also have temperament
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Just as Ao Qin said, when the ball of merit and luck saw that it was rejected by the old man, after circling a few times, it buzzed and whistled, as if it was furious, soared into the air, and was about to leave.
When everyone saw this scene, they all sighed with regret.
Only Mr. Pingjiang had a hint of joy and expectation in his eyes. Since Mr. Xu didn't want it, then all the good fortune and good fortune would naturally belong to him!
At most... separate some of it and leave it to the holy monk Yichen.
After tonight, you will become the biggest winner!
At this time, the monk's voice sounded in his ears, "You are wrong, he did not refuse, but he did not intend to keep it to himself."
After Zhou Yi finished speaking, the old man underground suddenly shook his sleeves and held up the "Pingnan Order" with both hands.
The Order of Pingnan tells the story of the great prime minister who came to Lingnan, joined hands with the Great Demon, and plotted against the Dragon Ancestor of Nanjiang River in order to correct the chaos, quell the banditry, reshape the destiny of Lingnan, and provide tens of millions of acres of fertile land to the people of Lingnan.
Ambition.
Mr. Pingjiang has seen it.
Zhou Yi has seen it.
At this moment, Ao Qin, Ao Nitian and other Dragon Palace masters, Protector Huntian, Hei Wuchang, Sanguishuai, and Zhenren Yunhua all saw this appeal, and had already vaguely guessed about the old man's identity.
Suddenly, the handwriting in the message became blurry, like ink on paper soaked in the rain.
After an instant, the ink words on the paper reappeared, but each word, sentence, line, and paragraph were completely different from before. It was a completely new message.
‘…Lingnan has been suffering for a long time. It is not only a disaster for humanity, but also caused by demons and troubles. The root cause lies in the loss of etiquette and the decline of civil affairs…
...Xu is old and feeble, and has no strength to restrain a chicken. He is unable to imitate the sages and heroes of the past, such as the kings of the previous dynasties who rode tigers and generals, and single-handedly pacified the world...
...Now I am coerced by demons, and I have no choice but to come to Lingnan, using the people as pawns to gain great merit, which is not what I want...
...If this thing really comes true, and I am lucky enough to gain merit and luck, Xu is willing to use this merit to irrigate the world's literary education...
...In this life, Xu does not believe that there are demons and demons in the world, but he does not believe that these demons and demons can forever be superior to all people...
...Xu is willing to give up his fame and glory in this life, only wishing that the culture will flourish forever, protect the common people, and never be deceived by demons...
…Xu Wentai, a scholar from the Tang Dynasty, prayed to God.’
The good fortune and luck that was originally intended to leave suddenly stopped and slowly started to revolve around the old man and Xi Wen.
It is a gift from Heaven, an incarnation of Heavenly Dao. It can be naturally seen that this brand new message is written by the heartfelt voice of the old man from underground, and is his true ambition.
The luck of merit and virtue rotated faster and faster, turning into circles of soft yellow halo, suddenly rising from Xu Gong's body, flying out of the earth, flying towards the sky, and in the blink of an eye, it had surpassed the night clouds and moonlight.
Before it reached Yun Peak, the merit and luck suddenly stopped, and then violently oscillated, like ripples in a lake, spreading in all directions. In an instant, it had covered the entire Middle Earth, and was still spreading in all directions.
Ordinary people naturally cannot see this scene.
Even some masters of martial arts, monsters and ghosts with strong cultivation can only feel the changes in the heavens at this moment, but cannot capture the arrival of merit and luck.
Only those who had great ambitions or studied hard in cold windows accidentally looked up at the sky and saw the beam of light flying towards them like a shooting star, disappearing in the blink of an eye.
This good fortune and good fortune was blessed by Xu Wentai, the literary sect of China, and turned into more than 3,000 strands of literary energy, secretly protecting the seeds of reading in China.
Of course, these more than 3,000 lucky reading seeds have different amounts of literary talent.
The second house on the left hand side of Laoliu Lane, Dashufang, Guangyuan County, Jiannan Road.
Not long after Fang Qingyu fell asleep, he suddenly felt a chill on his back and woke up from his dream.
"Then boy, after walking for so many days, he should be fine."
About seven days ago, Fang Ziqi, the only son who had just returned home for a few months, suddenly disappeared.
Fang Qingyu was naturally very anxious, but his student Chen Chi told him that Fang Ziqi had to go out for an urgent matter and would be back within half a month, so he asked him not to worry.
Although Chen Chi was young, he was always mature and prudent, and he was very close to Fang Ziqi, so Fang Qingyu believed him half-heartedly.
But he always felt that there seemed to be some secret hidden from him between his only son and his only student.
The two people had obviously never met before and had very different personalities, but they hit it off immediately and treated each other like brothers. They often chatted and laughed until late at night, and they were even more excited than meeting the beautiful Miss Zhuo.
What are two young men talking about in the middle of the night?
"Today's young people..."
Fang Qingyu sighed secretly, put on his robe, came outside the house, and suddenly froze.
I saw my student Chen Chi, who always liked to study at night under the tree in the courtyard by the light of the stars and moon, sitting upright with his eyes slightly closed.
A yellow halo that came from nowhere enveloped him, like a fairy in the moon, indescribably dignified and solemn, with a vague fairy spirit.
And outside the circle of yellow light, stood an old but familiar figure, bending down with his hands behind his back, as if he was giving instructions to the young man on his homework.
Fang Qingyu stared blankly, and before he knew it, tears had flowed out of his eyes and covered his clothes.
"teacher!"
Fang Qingyu fell to his knees, with tears in his eyes, and prostrated himself before the figure, and could not get up for a long time.
During the Lantern Festival that year, he was drunk and broke the ban. His poem offended Shengwei and affected his whole family. It was originally a disaster of confiscation and annihilation of his family. Fortunately, his teacher Xu Wentai dealt with it. In the end, he only confiscated his home and was exiled, and he was punished by never taking part in the imperial examination.
It was precisely because of this incident that the late emperor became angry with his teacher and became increasingly distant from him.
Fang Qingyu himself also sank into guilt and regret, and lived in seclusion on Jiannan Road, unable to see his mentor again.
"Chen Chi, why don't you pay your respects to your master?"
Fang Qingyu raised his head and was slightly startled, but the figure and the yellow light had disappeared.
Chen Chi has also fallen asleep, and everything just now seems to be just an illusion.
Just when Fang Qingyu thought it was because of his dazzling eyes, a voice that had gone through vicissitudes of life sounded in his ears, "A certain person, through his merits, virtues and luck, transformed the Taoism and Dharma. From then on, scholars all over the world can also practice the Taoism and gain a sense of qi. Qingyu, you don't need to
If you keep blaming yourself, the fault of that year is not your fault, you were just framed by the demon. If you want to solve your doubts, you can go to your boy and your student's master, he will definitely be able to help you."
The sound faded away and disappeared into the depths of the night.
"Cultivation of the Dao of Literature gained the sense of Qi...the demon framed...their master...that Mr. Yichen?"
Fang Qingyu was as dumbfounded as a chicken, with a dazed expression and blurred vision.
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At the end of the Nanjiang River, Zhou Yi looked away, his eyes filled with sighs.
"Xiao Chenchi's literary career is so prosperous. It is because of the difference between closeness and distance. Choosing Fang Qingyu as his teacher was indeed the right move."
He vaguely guessed that with Xu Gong's character, he would not have exclusive merit and luck, but he never expected that Xu Gong would give up his merit and luck and create Chinese culture, so that all scholars in the world can understand literature.
Practice the Tao.
"Amitabha is worthy of being a prime minister of a dynasty and a contemporary Wen Zong. Such gestures directly changed the situation outside Fangwai."
Zhou Yi clasped his hands together and saluted deep into the ground, but there was a little regret in his eyes.
"It's a pity that from now on I can't have a cup of tea with Mr. Xu and talk freely in this world."
As soon as his words fell, the old man's body collapsed and disappeared like dust.
From beginning to end, Xu Gong was just a mortal, and he was still an old man recovering from a serious illness.
Although I got Pingjiang Jun's miraculous medicine and entered samadhi in the Lingnan underground, it was still the medicine of a tiger and a wolf, and I could only maintain it by force.
Now he has given up his merits and luck in order to prosper the world's fortune, but he does not benefit from it at all. It is inevitable that his vitality will collapse.
A moment later, a transparent figure appeared out of thin air, stepping on the moonlight, appeared in front of Zhou Yi, and bowed in return.
"Thank you, holy monk, for slaying demons and protecting the Tao.
Without the saintly monk's actions during these seven days, this good fortune and good fortune would have become nothing but a dream.
If the world's cultural destiny can be revitalized, the saintly monks will be the most responsible."
Zhou Yi looked at Xu Wentai, who had turned into a ghost in front of him, shook his head slightly, turned aside, and said with a smile: "Everything in the world has a cause and effect. If Xu Gong hadn't saved the young monk, the young monk would not have the life to do all this.
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Xu Wentai said: "The holy monk is too humble. He is old and incompetent. He has reached his limit all the way. Today, we can only entrust the holy monk to eliminate demons, defend the way, and protect all people. I know that the holy monk is merciful, but demons must not be credulous."
After saying the last sentence meaningfully, Xu Wentai's soul drifted away into the distance.
But it was because at this moment, a soul bell sounded from deep underground in the direction of Jiannan Road.
Even though he was Emperor Wen Zong and Prime Minister of the Tang Dynasty during his lifetime, once he died, dust returned to dust, soil returned to earth, and his soul returned to the underworld, he could not escape the judgment of the laws of the underworld and the six paths of reincarnation.
On the bank of the Nanjiang River, everyone looked at Xu Wentai's floating figure with great confusion.
Among the three realms, the human world is the most ordinary, but it is the location of the great road, a treasure that balances the heaven and the underworld in the past, and is coveted by monsters and ghosts.
Although this human prime minister was a mortal with no power to restrain a chicken, his style and style made Dragon Palace masters and several great demons admire him. Even Ao Nitian slightly arched his hands towards Xu Wentai's back. At this time
There is no more discomfort of being plotted against.
But one person frowned secretly, it was Lord Pingjiang.
Xu Gong's true message, including the last words, made him feel a little unhappy... I have been with you through adversities and planned the fate of Lingnan, but in the end, you still can't trust me.
Zhou Yi clasped his hands towards Xu Wentai's back and said, "Amitabha, the young monk respectfully sends you to Mr. Wen Tai."
While talking, Zhou Yi glanced at Hei Wuchang not far away.
Hei Wuchang Xiaoqian understood, nodded slightly, and then quietly retreated, sinking downward in the depths of the night, hiding in the darkness.
Her cultivation level was already higher than most of the people present, and she was so elusive that almost no one noticed her disappearance.
Only the Golden-winged Dapeng had been paying attention to Hei Wuchang, and when he caught this scene, he became increasingly suspicious.
Naturally, he had already discovered that Hei Wuchang Xiaoqian left quietly after getting Zhou Yi's hint.
Logically speaking, as a subordinate of the mysterious Lord of the Underworld, she really shouldn't be obedient to a monk, even if the monk is indeed terrifyingly powerful.
The golden-winged roc instinctively wanted to sink into the ground to find out.
A Buddha's call rang in my ears, "Amitabha, Protector of the Heaven, where do you want to go?"
The face of the golden-winged roc changed slightly, and he turned his head towards Zhou Yi and smiled flatteringly: "My subordinates admire this human prime minister very much. The newly promoted Lord of the Underworld has a mysterious identity and unknown origin. I don't know if he will embarrass Mr. Xu.
.Isn’t this subordinate a little worried and wants to go down and have a look..."
...If there is a chance, I would like to make some friends with the new master of the underworld.
The golden-winged roc thought to himself.
Although this monk is powerful and dominates the world, he is afraid that he will not have any rivals.
But I can't control the underworld.
Zhou Yi said calmly: "In the three realms, each has its own rules. How can you be allowed to do whatever you want? With my understanding of the Lord of the Underworld, I will definitely not wrong Mr. Xu."
Not only will they not be wronged, they will also be entrusted with important responsibilities.
Xu Gong's journey to the human world has been completed, but his journey to the underworld has just begun.
In the underworld, although there is already a clone of Ye Yanjun and a certain candidate Yanjun who is still serving as the chief arrester in the human world, the underworld will expand in the future and the manpower will not be enough.
Among Yan Jun's quota, Xu Gong naturally has one, provided he is willing.
Before the golden-winged roc could say anything else.
The clouds in the sky rotated again, and golden light fell down to the world. The remaining merits gathered together and turned into a rainbow light, all falling down.
"coming!"
Pingjiang Jun's eyes welled up with ecstasy: "The rest is all mine!"
Just a moment later, his expression became extremely stiff, his body trembled, and his eyes were filled with disbelief.