Great Dao Ji

“.Some people even say that King Yu’s tripod changed into a dragon shape, the five-color divine light of the peacock, and the long river of Haoran passed down by the Master are all related to him!

It is even said that he was the man behind the scenes of that earth-shattering battle.”

Zeng San looked at An Qisheng, and his words were also inquiring: “I don’t know where Daoyou got the five-color divine light, but I want to know whether there is any record about the ‘Great Xia Sage’ in the inheritance you got.”

Confucianism attaches much more importance to history and humanities than any other sect. As the leader of contemporary Confucianism, he is naturally no exception.

However, in the collection room accumulated by Confucianism for tens of thousands of years, there is only a lack of records from the founding of the Great Zhou Dynasty to the founding of the Great Xia Dynasty.

The records about that period of time are mostly ‘legends’, ‘said’, or even the imagination and fabrication of later generations.

For example, there was a rumor.

It is said that a Taoist came from outer space and cultivated the Great Xia Saint King ‘Yu’, cultivated ‘the first demon in all dynasties’ Kong, and cultivated the seven great saints of the demon race.

Even the Master had sought advice from him.

Zeng San did not believe this rumor that was exaggerated to the point of being distorted at first, but he was somewhat shaken in the process of pursuing that period of time for many years.

Because, in many ancient monuments and ruins of the previous dynasty, he could clearly feel that in that period of time that was buried by people.

There must be an existence beyond imagination.

Otherwise, he could not understand how the human race and the demon race, who regarded each other as great enemies, could stand together during the years of war among all races.

"The Great Xia Saint."

An Qisheng knocked lightly on the stone table and whispered to himself.

Lacking the necessary information, he had no way to explore the ‘Great Xia Saint’ mentioned by Zeng San, but he felt that the person must be related to himself.

Ripples appeared in his heart, and he couldn't help but recall the scenes he saw through the underground monster a few months ago.

Could the so-called "Great Xia Sage" be the incarnation of his soul?

When he thought of this, he felt extremely heavy in his heart.

Because he remembered clearly.

The seven-colored small tree that fell from the sky brushed down the giant who roared with an axe, the big monster who shook the sky with a stick, the bull demon who overturned Mount Xumi,

and the unruly peacock with five-colored wings.

If the Great Xia Sage was really the incarnation of his soul, then, without a doubt, he had already lost a great loss.

And if the Great Xia sage is not...

"Daoyou?"

Seeing An Qisheng pondering for a long time without saying anything, Zeng San shook his head slightly: "If it is forced, I am not the kind of person who digs into the details."

"That's not the case."

An Qisheng held the wine glass and shook his head and asked: "The Confucian Collection Room is famous all over the world, but I wonder if there is any detailed record about the 'Peacock' in it?"

"The peacock is famous all over the world for its five-color divine light, which can break everything. It is the king of the ten supernatural powers under the saint, and is as famous as the 'Haoran Changhe' of my Confucianism.

Later, as the peacock was defeated by the 'Seven Treasures Magic' of the old Buddha on Mount Xumi, the five-color divine light slowly disappeared between heaven and earth, and the peacock clan no longer had this supernatural power king."

Zeng San sighed: "The disciples of Confucianism in all generations have been looking for that period of time, but unfortunately, they have found very little, and even the name of the peacock is not known by many people."

At this point, Zeng San paused slightly, and his face became very ugly.

There was one thing he didn't say.

That is, he didn't know the name of the peacock, and he didn't even know the real name of the master who passed down the Confucian lineage!

This was a shame for him and the entire Confucianism.

Confucianism had been searching for tens of thousands of years, and there might be reasons for this.

Confucianism is taboo to "forget the origin of the classics", but they themselves don't even know the names of their ancestors!

"No one seems to know about that period of time."

An Qisheng was not surprised by this result. Even Sa Wuling's communication across time and space was distorted, and Confucianism would not have too many details.

"Maybe it's true."

Zeng San sighed, calmed his heart, and stopped dwelling on this topic. Instead, he said:

"Daoyou has the five-color divine light, maybe there will be trouble. The title of the king of the ten supernatural powers of the saint is too big."

From ancient times to the present, many masters have been born in all races and spirits, and the number of supernatural powers is like the sand of the Ganges.

The five-color divine light suppressed countless magical powers and was listed among the top ten magical powers of the saint. Naturally, there was covetousness, which was inevitable.

Just like Confucianism, how many disciples have made finding the "Haoran Changhe" their lifelong pursuit in tens of thousands of years?

The appearance of the five-color divine light will inevitably cause waves.

"Buddhism and the demon race?"

An Qisheng naturally knew this, but he didn't care much.

Compared with the person behind the scenes, the trouble that the five-color divine light might cause is simply not worth mentioning.

"The five-color divine light is very relevant. Not only Buddhism, but the demon race may also make moves."

Zeng San glanced at the mountains that were still restless and shook his head slightly:

"Although the demon world was beaten down to dust and became the 'animal world' in ancient times, it is inevitable that there are a few old monsters."

"The demon world was beaten down to become the 'animal world'?"

An Qisheng's eyes moved slightly, and he thought of the cross-border demon king again.

It seems that the demon race is even more miserable than he imagined.

But that's true. If it wasn't really miserable, how could a great demon king take the risk of crossing the border?

"Fellow Daoist, you seem to be interested in ancient history?"

Zeng San flipped through it and took out a yellowed volume and handed it to An Qisheng: "This is a 'history' compiled by our ancestors based on the classics that my Confucian family has searched for for many years. Later, many disciples added it. Although The Great Xia Dynasty is missing, but there are also records in the upper and lower eras."

"Thank you, old sir."

An Qisheng took the ancient scroll and thanked him sincerely.

Compiling history is by no means an easy task, whether it is in Xuanxing or Jiufu Realm, it is especially difficult in this Immortal Way.

One can imagine the difficulty of compiling history in a world where time can be separated.

"The history compiled by our ancestors should have been passed down to the world, but it's a pity." Zeng San poured himself a drink and let An Qisheng read the book, his thoughts wandering.

Behind this thin ancient scroll, many disciples of Confucianism have traveled around the world for tens of thousands of years, searching for secrets.

Extraordinarily precious.

Unfortunately, it is absolutely impossible to publish it to the world.

There are some things that even today's Confucians cannot overcome at all.

"nice one!"

As soon as An Qisheng opened the book, the voice of the three-hearted blue soul boy sounded in his ears.

This little guy is extremely sensitive to information. Through An Qisheng's eyes, he immediately recorded all the information in the ancient scroll.

An Qisheng, however, flipped through the book unhurriedly and seemed to be looking at it very seriously. In the depths of his eyes, a brand slowly formed.

This is the remaining will on this ancient scroll. Through this, An Qisheng can get a glimpse of the scene when the Confucian ancestor wrote this scroll.

However, he was not in a hurry to check.

“A lot of benefits.”

After the branding was condensed, An Qisheng handed the scroll back to Zeng San to express his thanks.

"Fellow Daoist Hong saved me this time. How can I repay my kindness with just an ancient scroll? Fellow Taoist said I wanted something before, but I don't know where I can help?"

Zeng San put away the ancient scroll and said sternly: "Whatever I can do, I will not disappoint fellow Taoists."

"Then thank you, old man, for making it happen."

An Qisheng picked up the wine glass and directly stated his purpose: "I heard that Confucianism has a 'collection room' that contains ancient and modern books."

"Um?"

Zeng San frowned slightly, then relaxed: "Since the 'Sage' and 'King' family split, the collection room was also divided into two. But I don't know which family you want to see?"

This requirement seems simple, but in fact it is not easy.

No matter which family or sect, the place where the sect's books are stored is absolutely forbidden. Although he is the leader of the Confucian sect, Confucianism has three lines.

Although he has a very high status, his influence among the other two lineages may not be enough for them to open a large collection room.

"What's the difference?" An Qisheng put down his glass.

"One governs the world, and the other masters cultivation."

Zeng San replied.

An Qisheng naturally understood what Zeng San meant, and had no intention of repaying the favor. He just smiled and said, "Although Confucianism and Taoism are different from mine, the former is more to my liking."

"So, of course there is no problem."

Zeng San breathed a sigh of relief, raised his hand and drank the wine in the glass, then shook the empty wine bottle, then stood up and said with a smile:

"The wine is empty, it's time for people to leave! Do you want to go with me now, fellow Taoist?"

"But there's no rush."

An Qisheng stood up and said goodbye, but when he heard this, he just shook his head: "There are still some things to take care of. After a while, I can trouble the old gentleman again."

"So, Zeng is waiting for fellow Taoist to arrive!"

Zeng San waved his sleeves and while his voice was floating, he took a step forward and landed on the Yuan Xiang pattern embroidery cart.

An Qisheng stopped and looked into the distance.

But he only heard a greeting from the old Confucian, and called Lin Baimei to pull the cart.

The latter was startled at first, then overjoyed, hurriedly climbed into the air to catch up, put the reins on his back, and flew away.

In a few moments, he was already far away.

Huhu~

Amidst the rolling clouds, the chariot went eastward at an extremely fast speed, which was difficult for birds to catch.

After receiving the advice, Lin Baimei was more willing than before and forgot about assisting Wang Xuangan in chasing the murderer.

"Master, did you recognize that Taoist before?"

The jade-like little white elephant was lying on Zeng San's palm in front of the Dantian. He looked up at Zeng San and said in a weak tone:

"His physique is so strong!"

"You still need to tell me?"

Zeng San turned his palms and covered the little white elephant between his hands: "Go to sleep. If you really hurt the origin, you really can't make up for it."

"Woo~"

The little white elephant wanted to say something else, but he fell asleep irresistibly.

"Taoist Hongxuan."

Feeling the light behind him disappear, Zeng San took a deep breath, slowly closed his eyes, and the sound of sighing was extinguished immediately, so that no one could hear:

"It's only fifty thousand years"

Xumi Lao Buddha, the Great Xia Sage

five colors divine light

Seven Treasures Tree

On the top of the mountain with the setting sun, An Qisheng sat down in the slightly chilly wind, eliminating the complicated thoughts in his heart.

His mind moved slightly, and in his heart, the imprint of the ancient scroll was already shining brightly.

Buzz~