Confucianism is supreme? I am reciting Tang poems in another world!

"I, Zhang Wencheng, am now ten or seventeen years old. I have been enlightened since I was three years old. I have studied the Four Books and Five Classics. I entered school at the age of eight. I started to write books and ink at the age of ten and sixteen. I have reached a state of enlightenment. I occasionally obtained the gem of literary fortune. I originally wanted to make great achievements. He was trying to help the world, and before he could cultivate himself to the level of a scholar, he spread the news that I had killed my fellow disciples, accused me of murder, removed me from power, slaughtered my family, and forced me to die."

"Although I, Zhang Wencheng, am not very talented, my righteousness often kills people's hearts. Now I die on this mountain!"

After the young man finished shouting, he pierced his left arm with a dagger and wrote what he said on the tree with blood. After a while, he covered it with blood again.

After carving all the words, Zhang Wencheng murmured in a low voice: "From today on, there will be no Zhang Wencheng in the world, only Zhang Wuru."

After saying that, the young man turned to look at Ci Song and others, bowed his hands and said in salute: "Today's kindness is worth remembering. If I can achieve something in the future, I will repay it."

"Oh? How are you going to avenge this?" Ci Song asked with interest.

"Of course I want to become a scholar, or even a Jinshi, and then enter the Taibo Lecture Hall to kill those evil people and avenge my parents." Zhang Wuru said every word, with a hint of awe in his eyes.

"You are very ambitious, but your Jinshi qualifications are still not enough. You must at least reach the Imperial Academy to be qualified to speak."

While speaking, Ci Song took out the human skin mask he had worn in the battle between heaven and man from his jade pendant, and handed it to Zhang Wuru, "I have no use for this mask anymore, so I will give it to you, but this thing It’s specially made based on my face. It may not fit you well, but it can still hide your face.”

"The Taoist Heart Sutra says: There are cycles in the way of heaven, and good and evil have responsibilities. Today you and I are destined, and I will give it to you. If you are avenged in the future and you don't know where you are, just go to Daliang Zhongzhou City to find me. ”

After Zhang Wuru took over the mask, he was a little shocked at first, then grateful, and then hesitant, as if he didn't know whether he should accept it.

"Take it, there is no way for misfortunes and blessings, only people bring it upon themselves. Retribution for good and evil follows like a shadow. I hope you can remember one thing. Although not all Confucian disciples are gentlemen, they are not all villains."

"Revenge is okay, but don't be too extreme. If you harm others and yourself, the gain will outweigh the loss." Zhang Wuru took the mask, feeling grateful in his heart. Then he took a deep look at Ci Song and said, "Wuru took note of it. ”

"Let's go."

Ci Song waved his hand, then turned around and left with Mo Yao and others.

Looking at the backs of Ci Song and others leaving, Zhang Wuru stood there for a long time. His injuries had been almost healed by Ci Song. He put the human skin mask in his hand on his face. Although it didn't stick to his face, it would have been better if he hadn't. If you look closely, you can't find any flaws at all.

Zhang Wuru bowed respectfully to the backs of Ci Song and others, and then went down the mountain.

After a while, Ci Song and others returned to the mountain, sat on the bullock cart and started chatting.

"Ci Song, have you memorized all of my Taoist Heart Sutra? Why do you feel that you use it to educate others in the same way? It feels like you are more like a Taoist disciple than me."

Zhuang Diemeng was lying on the haystack and joked about Song Dao.

"Everyone can tell the truth. To put it bluntly, I am just a spectator. How can there be so many empathic feelings in this world? To say some so-called great truths is not only to comfort him, but also to comfort myself."

"But this Zhang Wuru has some courage. Even if his revenge fails in the future, he can still be regarded as a good man if he can make this choice. At least it is much better than some people living like a dog." Ci Song said with a smile.

"Aren't you afraid that he will take revenge in the future and overthrow your entire Confucian sect?" Zhuang Diemeng said with a smile.

"If he overthrows it, then overthrow it. If he can really overthrow today's Confucianism, then I will definitely support him with all my strength."

Ci Song said casually that since leaving Zhongzhou City, Ci Song's favorability towards Confucianism has been declining. Along the way, he and Ning Ping'an have heard how many Confucian disciples act in the name of so-called "benevolence and righteousness". Do evil things.

Today's Confucianism has long lost the sage-mindedness of the past, and is more infected by the secular world. If Confucius came down to earth and saw that the school he founded had become like this, he would definitely be extremely disappointed.

"Wuru, Wuru, this kid is pretty good at naming himself. It seems that he has a grudge against Confucianism this time."

Ning Ping'an, who was sitting on the lawn, also said: "In the final analysis, he is just an ordinary genius who has just broken through as a scholar. Throughout the ages, there have been many people who are hostile to Confucianism, but there are only a few people who can really threaten the foundation of Confucianism." ? Throughout history, those heroes who can truly change an era are just flashes in the pan in front of Confucianism. ”

Ning Ping'an's words were very direct and realistic. Ci Song also felt this deeply. He had heard countless compliments about his father, but in the end, when his father faced the Master Hall, he finally But he ended up with his Taoist fruit being destroyed and being expelled from Confucianism.

"It's better for us Taoists. We all live in seclusion and don't care about worldly affairs, and we won't get involved in the so-called school disputes." Zhuang Diemeng said to himself.

. . . . . .

In the sky, in the white jade capital, deep in the white clouds, a majestic palace stands on the top of the mountains. This palace is so majestic that even Confucius and Sheng Academy cannot compare with it.

Above the ladder, there is a nine-story palace. Each floor exudes a mysterious atmosphere, which makes people feel extremely shocked just by looking at it.

The location in front of the palace is a huge platform. In front of the platform is a wall of ten thousand teachers. On the wall of ten thousand teachers are engraved all the Confucian sages since the founding of Confucianism. All of them sit cross-legged on the wall of ten thousand teachers, facing Confucius.

The door of the palace in front of it is wide open. A figure stands with his hands behind his back, standing quietly in front of the door. After an unknown period of time, the figure suddenly moves and walks in.

In the Palace of the Forefathers in the Nine-Layered Sky, there is a man sitting on a high platform. The man is dressed in white clothes, which is more beautiful than snow. He is dressed very casually, but there is a sense of majesty in his casualness. People will feel great respect just by looking at him.

The man wears a jade crown on his head, his hair is draped behind him, his face is handsome and majestic, his pair of phoenix eyes are bright and energetic, his demeanor is noble and elegant, his temperament is holy and majestic, and he has a mysterious power that makes people kneel down.

At this moment, the man who had stood with his hands behind his back walked in, knelt in front of the platform, bowed and said, "Greetings to the Holy Master."

"Stand up, I asked you to explore the traces of the Wenyun Orb and the Immortal Tower. Now more than ten years have passed, and you are finally back."

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