Cultivation in the Family: Everyone is a villain

In the sky above Tongling County, two vast and powerful auras, one good and one evil, each extend for hundreds of miles, reflecting each other, and their momentum is earth-shattering.

Along the way is the white Confucian righteousness that is as fierce as thick smoke. Wherever it goes, it is as bright as day. There are not only the sounds of Confucian classics singing, but also the shadows of the sages preaching. It is shocking and makes people feel sad at the same time.

The urge to worship.

And the other is the evil spirit of blood-colored demons that fills the sky. Wherever it goes, there is a sea of ​​blood. There are ghosts and ghosts in the sky, and there are groups of demons dancing around and shadows. There are also several ancient evil demons writhing in the center of the group of demons, like

The appearance of being resurrected at any time and bringing disaster to the common people is extremely permeating.

At the forefront of the two auras, the figures of Ji Yanzhi and Miss Hong could only be vaguely seen. Although their movements could not be clearly seen, it could be deduced from the increasingly violent aura that the battle between the two was approaching white-hot. It was obvious that

They have all reached their own limits.

And while the two were having such a fierce confrontation, about ten miles above the east city of Tongling County, behind a cloud, three figures with a calm and restrained aura were standing quietly.

Three people, two of whom are old men with white beards and hair, and the last one is a rather bloated bald monk, are standing in different directions.

The old man at the front is thin and dressed in white clothes. His eyebrows seem to have been carefully carved, like two swords thrust into the sky. His face is fierce and his eyes are sharp. He just stands there, like a Bing.

The sharp sword makes people dare not look directly at it.

The old man on the left has a relatively tall build and is wearing a rather noble yellow brocade. His face is upright, and there is a sense of righteousness between his brows. He is looking at the sea of ​​blood in the sky with a clear look of disgust.

The old monk standing on the far right is wearing a golden cassock and has the most peaceful face. He is looking up at the sky with his hands clasped together and his eyes are quite peaceful.

They all looked at the scene in the sky without saying a word, and the expressions on their faces also changed with the fluctuations in momentum, as if... all three of them could see the fighting situation inside.

"The awe-inspiring righteousness of the Great Confucian Realm, the overcoming of all demons, and the suppression of a fourth-grade Senluo Realm demon are more than enough. Since it has not seen a decline for such a long time, this blood demon is probably more than a fourth-grade Senluo Realm demon!"

It was the old monk who spoke. The burly old man in yellow robes shook his head slightly when he heard this and said: "Not necessarily. Brother Ji is fighting to establish his mind. Maybe he deliberately left his hand to stimulate the potential of the blood demon so that he can understand the way of the sub-sage.

That’s it!”

Hearing the word "sub-sage", a flash of light flashed deep in the old monk's eyes. He nodded and said: "It is also possible that freezing three feet is not a day's cold. The great scholar wants to break through the realm and realize the sub-sage."

It is even more difficult to reach the sky. It is really impossible to rely on a fourth-grade Senluo realm demon. If we can stimulate the potential of this blood demon, the hope will naturally be greater."

Different from martial arts, Confucianism has its own system of cultivation, which includes the Confucian who cultivates the mind, the Confucian who understands clearly, the Confucian who is upright, the Confucian who studies things, the great Confucian who leads to knowledge, the great Confucian who writes scriptures, the enlightened sub-sage, and finally the one who is closest to the sages.

Confucian and Taoist saint.

Ji Yanzhi is the head of the seven chiefs of Bailu Academy in Yangzhou, and one of the thirteen great Confucians who are famous all over the world. He can be further considered as the Confucian sub-sage, a person who can truly stand on the top of the world. If he beheads an ordinary fourth-grade statue,

It is indeed too easy for a demon from the Senluo Realm to succeed.

"Determined to break through and become a sub-sage. If Brother Ji really succeeds, the Yangzhou branch will be on par with Yanzhou in strength, and the dispute between the Yangzhou and Yanzhou factions will usher in a change. If Yangzhou's strategy is really the main one, Bailu Academy will not be the same."

Entering the Holy Dynasty of Dayu, when the leader of the righteous path will shift, the situation in the world will begin to change again!"

The burly old man in yellow robe sighed. The old monk's complexion changed slightly. He didn't know what he was thinking in his heart, and he didn't speak for a long time.

"How can it be so simple to break through the realm and become a sub-sage? Since Master enlightened the Tao and opened up the path of Confucianism and Taoism, in more than 1,500 years, there have been only nine sub-sages in total. On average, one has been born every hundred years.

With less than one, Ji Yanzhi wants to break through the realm and achieve the body of a sub-sage. In my opinion... I'm afraid it won't go so smoothly!"

Suddenly, the old man in white clothes with a sharp face in front suddenly spoke. His voice was as sharp as his appearance. It was obvious that he was just whispering, but it carried an innate sense of oppression.

, even just hearing it makes people feel stressed.

The old monk and the burly old man obviously respected the old man in white. When they heard him speak, they looked at each other and were silent for a moment. The burly old man in yellow robe cupped his hands and asked in a respectful tone: "

So, Brother Jing... is not optimistic about Brother Ji's determination to break through this time?"

The old man in white did not answer directly, but asked the two of them a question first.

"Do you know what it means to establish one's mind?"

The old monk nodded and said: "I know a little bit about it. It is said that the Master opened up the path of Confucianism and Taoism to practice Confucianism and Taoism. He studied all things and led to conscience. After writing and passing on the scriptures, he lamented that there was no way forward, so he left the Haoran Holy Sect and began to travel around the world.

At that time, Yu Shen Zong was about to unify the eight wastelands, and his name was sung by all the human race.

Master Wei traveled to the thirteen states and saw that demons were rampant and thousands of people were still living in fear. He cursed Shenzong for being militaristic and neglecting the common people. He only knew how to attack and did not know how to farm and study. At that time, his disciples had three thousand teachers, so he told him

The news spread all over the world and attracted the blame from the Divine Court.

The Divine Court sent heavy troops to capture his disciples everywhere. The Master did not let his disciples be found guilty for their words, and took the initiative to go to the Divine Court to plead guilty. It is said that at that time, the Master had already been convicted of the death penalty for slandering the God Emperor, and was about to be executed..."

Before the old monk finished speaking, the burly old man took over his words and began to continue talking. It was obvious that both of them were familiar with the character "Master".

"Sometimes some of the important ministers of the Divine Court spoke, and as long as the Master could retract his words, he would be acquitted. However, on the altar of the Heaven-cutting Altar, and under the butcher knife of the Divine Court, the Master had no fear on his face. He stuck to his heart, was not afraid of the Divine Court, and made a living.

The people’s desire to ask for their lives.

Such a grand ambition immediately attracted God's mercy, rain fell from the sky, the butcher knife turned into ink, and a large orchid grew on the steel-made Zhantian altar. The Master also received a gift from God, condensed the body of a saint on the altar, and was personally received by Yu Shenzong.

The opening of Bailu Academy in Tianzhou officially established the Confucian orthodoxy!"

After the two of them finished speaking, they looked at the sharp-faced white-haired old man with a hint of doubt in their eyes. The Master's travels around the world were only over 1,500 years ago, and the two of them were almost in their early 1000s.

Although I have not personally experienced Master's peak period, I know some of these things.

What Confucianism and Taoism call "establishing one's mind and breaking the mirror" is actually similar to the Bodhisattvas and Buddhas who achieved enlightenment in ancient Buddhist books. To put it more simply, it is just eight words: clearly see the original mind and make great aspirations.

Eight words, easy to say, but extremely difficult to do.

"It's really that simple to see your true intention and make great aspirations. How come there are only nine sub-sages in the past fifteen hundred years.

The cultivation path of a warrior has been developed by predecessors for three thousand years. There are corresponding processes for what cultivation level, what should be done, and how to make breakthroughs.

But Confucianism is different. How to clearly understand one's original intention and how to establish great aspirations are all empty talk, and its difficulty cannot be understood by those who are not involved in it."

After the old man surnamed Jing said these words, he paused and continued: "The body of the sub-sage is the most pure and righteous body of the family. It is easy for demons to touch its body. It has no wild nature. Seeing its appearance and strength declining, hearing its

The sound revealed its true form, and the scolding did not mean that it was a fourth-grade Senluo Realm monster. Even a third-grade Wanxiang Realm monster had to retreat. With God's blessings, if he could break through so easily, wouldn't it be child's play.

Just the first four words of "seeing one's true intention" are enough to wipe out nearly 99% of the common people in this world. Living in this world, who can have a clear heart, who can have no selfish desires, and who can truly act upright throughout his life?

"

The old man asked three questions in succession. The old monk and the burly old man in yellow robes were silent for a long time.

"Peng has lived for more than a thousand years. Although he really wants to slay demons and restore justice, he dare not say that he has no selfish desires.

"Amitabha, I am a poor monk in Zen Buddhism. When I see the state of my original mind, I ask myself how far I am from it. I am really ashamed."

The old man surnamed Jing did not show any surprise. He seemed to have expected the two people's answers. Perhaps out of recognition of the two people's frank attitude, there was a hint of appreciation on his face.

"However, Brother Ji came from the troubled times at the end of the Wuzong period. He followed the master's way of being loyal to the emperor and studied Confucianism and Legalism for more than a thousand years. It is rumored that even Mencius, the dean of Yangzhou, repeatedly praised him as a sub-sage. He is not necessarily the same as us. He clearly sees this

Heart, it’s not necessarily impossible, right?”

Hearing the inquiry from the burly old man in yellow robe, the sharp face of the old man surnamed Jing suddenly became meaningful, and he said softly: "Brother Ji, of course, came here with some confidence, but the problem is, this blood demon is considered to be his here

The only weakness in the world, whether he can face this weakness is also the key to whether he can become the second saint this time."

"Brother Ji's only weakness, what do you mean?" The old monk looked puzzled.

"You only know that Ji Yanzhi is a member of the late Wuzong family, but you don't know that he is from Zhaoyang County under Tongling County. The birth of this blood demon is directly related to him."

"Please give me some advice from Brother Jing!"

"Ji Yanzhi's real surname is Hong..."

Hearing the red surname, the old monk and the yellow-robed old man suddenly looked up at the old man surnamed Jing, with a look of astonishment on their faces. Then they realized that he was not joking, and the expressions on their faces were shocked.

, with a hint of weirdness, it became extremely exciting.

"So, Ji Yanzhi is Hong..."

"Yes, that one did not hesitate to give his own sister to the rebels, delaying time to attract another group of rebels. In the end, under the attack of the two groups of thieves, he saved Zhaoyang, was loyal to Wuzong, and was commended by the gods. He was listed among the seven

Hong Xiufu, the most loyal minister, was Ji Yanzhi’s real name!

And this Zhaoyang Blood Demon was born out of the grievances of his sister Hong Ling'er, using the ten thousand-year-old locust tree as its body, and gathering the grievances of thousands of living beings."

Although I already had the answer in my heart, when I heard the old man surnamed Jing confirm with my own ears, the weird looks on the two people's faces still lasted for a long time. At the same time, looking at Ji Yanzhi in the sky, there was an extremely weird feeling in my heart...

…

The old man surnamed Jing did not look at the reaction of the two people. He just raised his head and looked directly at the scene in the sky, with a hint of darkness in his eyes.

"We, the Ten Thousand Swords Saint Sect, risked a war with the Rakshasa Holy Sect this time, tore up the alliance between the two states, resurrected the Blood Demon for you, and created an opportunity for you to break through the realm. If we can break through the realm in one fell swoop and become the Second Saint, let

The academies in Yangzhou and Yanzhou are competing against each other, so the sect master has made the right move.

If it fails, then..."

………………

"Ji Yanzhi, is Hong Xiufu?"

While the three old men were talking in the dark, Master Fanyin's words at the east gate of the county also made everyone present's expressions change. Hou Yuxiao could not even hold back the shock in his heart and exclaimed in a low voice.

"How can it be so simple to see one's true intention, set great aspirations, and become a saint? Ji Yanzhi has never set foot in Zhaoyang for more than a thousand years, which proves that his heart is still devoted to his sister Hong Ling'er.

Feeling guilty, the blood demon has become his heartache.

I feel guilty if I kill her. If I don't kill her, there is no hope of becoming a saint. What do you think is Ji Yanzhi's chance of making a breakthrough?"

Master Fanyin looked up at the sky with a sneer on his face, obviously not optimistic about Ji Yanzhi's breakthrough.

The expressions of the rest of the people were different. Zen Master Yuankong, who already knew that there was no hope of becoming the leader of Leiyin Temple in Tongling, looked a little ugly.

Whether Ji Yanzhi's breakthrough was successful or not had little to do with him. Even because of the relationship between Confucianism and Buddhism, he also hoped that Ji Yanzhi's breakthrough would fail.

But after all, he no longer sees any benefit in Tongling, and he has lost so many people from Daluo Sect, and at the same time exposed Ding Buhao's hidden secret early, which is also a huge loss to Leiyin Temple, so he is naturally in a good mood

Not good.

Mo Xuzi's complexion was similar to his, a little ugly.

According to the inherent discord between Taoism and Confucianism, he should be the same as Master Fanyin in not wanting Ji Yanzhi to succeed in his breakthrough, but what he considers is not just the small profit at hand.

Whether loyalty to the emperor or serving the people is more important, the dispute between Bailu Academy in Yangzhou and Yanzhou has become intense. Yangzhou is currently at a slight disadvantage. If Ji Yanzhi breaks through here, it will mean that the strength of the academies in the two states has reached the same level.

By then, the internal conflicts in the academy will become more intense...

For the Purple Qing Holy Sect, Ji Yanzhi’s successful breakthrough would be more beneficial!

Zhang Yuning and Lian Ningxue both had a look of hope on their faces. They seemed to hope that Ji Yanzhi would succeed in making a breakthrough.

He could see the expressions of other people, but Hou Yuxiao still couldn't suppress the surprise and doubt in his heart. His mind was now filled with the story that Miss Hong told him before...

"Hong Ling'er of the Nu family, a member of the late Wuzong of the former dynasty, was originally the daughter of Zhanpeng Hong, the county magistrate of Zhaoyang County. She had been well-dressed and well-fed since she was a child. She dabbled in music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and was also familiar with swords, guns and sticks.

Later, when the world was in chaos and the world was in ruins, a rebel army invaded Zhaoyang and persuaded my father to surrender. My father was loyal to Dayu and did not dare to conspire with the rebels. He led the people in the city to resist. The rebels were powerful, so the consequences were unnecessary.

explain.

My parents were all killed, and the slave family was also captured by them and used as camp prostitutes in the army. For more than three years, they had no way to seek death. They complained that the sky was not responding, and the earth and the earth were not working. It was like a hard-working Coptis chinensis. It was really dark..."

What the red girl told him back then was actually true.

This thought flashed through Hou Yuxiao's mind, and he suddenly turned his gaze to Hou Yuduan next to him, his face suddenly darkened...

Old Wu Hou Yuduan's face was full of anger, and he clenched his fists tightly at the side. His body couldn't help shaking, and his emotions were clearly showing signs of being out of control...

Seeing this scene, Hou Yuxiao walked over without thinking, patted him on the shoulder, and said to him: "No matter what happens, hold on, we are not qualified to speak now!"