I Have An Impenetrable Fortress

Under the force of Zhang Dongyun's hands, the clam shell couldn't close anymore.

Clam meat was exposed inside, and there was a pearl.

The bright pearl appeared, and the pearl's light flashed, and it seemed that everyone's eyes were covered with a layer of fog again, and the scene became unreal again.

Li Jie and Tengshe Yuxing regained their spirits, and their eyes immediately became clear.

Lin Ying had to slow down when she recovered.

As soon as Li Jie patted him on the shoulder, he immediately woke up, but his heart was secretly vigilant.

He has companions who can wake him up instantly.

But if the other party had a companion, and took the opportunity to strike just now, he might be severely injured on the spot.

Zhang Dongyun's mind is clear under the rotation of the heart seal of the earth.

He stared at the giant clam in front of him: "Do you want to continue doing it?"

The clam meat shook and gradually changed, revealing a woman's figure.

The mirage bowed to Zhang Dongyun: "I don't intend to be your enemy, but to protect myself."

"The demon king of the ninth realm, even if it's just for self-protection, can kill many people."

Zhang Dongyun said casually, and at the same time put his hands together in the middle.

The mirage was re-sealed in the shell.

Zhang Dongyun casually picked up the huge clam shell and handed it to Li Jie.

At the same time that Li Jie took it, Tengshe Meteor on the other side, together with Lin Ying, held up the huge undersea jade.

The Xuanyu is heavy and extremely huge, which means Tengshe Meteor has already cultivated into the body of the Demon Emperor, otherwise it would be absolutely impossible to take such a large piece of Xuanyu away in its entirety.

When everyone returned to Chang'an, Zhang Dongyun put on a show and handed over the mirage to Mr. Wu Yun, who was projected by him, and temporarily detained him in the Temple of Heaven's Punishment.

After discovering that the other party was a mirage, Zhang Dongyun had an idea in his mind.

After Ao Kong is out of customs, you can chat with him.

As for the deep sea jade,

Naturally, it is dedicated to the city lord.

...well, well, it's really just left handed to right handed.

The profound jade on the bottom of the sea is extremely huge, but compared to the ore veins such as Shanshenyan and Bisong Shijing, the amount is still slightly smaller.

Of course, this thing is extremely rare, and such a large piece can already be regarded as an odd number.

However, compared to the mountain god rock, the number is somewhat scarce, so it still needs to be planned for use.

First of all, it is natural to be tight with him, City Lord Zhang, to use it himself, to ensure that he can become the Martial Emperor in the shortest possible time.

Then, you can consider continuing to reward the meritorious people in the city.

In the Daming Palace, the whole piece of deep sea jade appeared in the main hall where Zhang Dongyun rested every day.

The space in the hall seems to be limited, but it still looks extremely spacious when stuffed with the huge undersea jade that is as big as a hill, without any congested feeling.

Zhang Dongyun came to the black jade, stretched out a palm, and pressed it on the surface of the jade.

On the other side of his body, there is a mountain god rock.

So Zhang Dongyun pressed his other hand on the mountain god rock.

Next, I saw the black jade and the surface of the mountain god rock, all of which were continuously shining with light.

And Zhang Dongyun's domineering and domineering body became more concise and purer.

Gradually, his cultivation began to undergo some qualitative changes.

On the surface of the black jade, cold air gushed out continuously, and then was breathed by Zhang Dongyun, inhaled into his body, and then slowly exhaled.

The entire hall was slowly shrouded in clouds and mist.

In the following days, Zhang Dongyun focused on his own training while focusing on his own construction tasks.

With the efforts of a large number of Confucian practitioners and even more ordinary scholars, the illiteracy rate in Chang'an City continued to decline.

More and more ordinary people are beginning to learn to read and write.

Following this, some seemingly insignificant but far-reaching changes seemed to begin to take place in their lives.

While practicing, Zhang Dongyun sat in the Daming Palace, scanned the entire Invincible City, and nodded in relief every time.

He suddenly remembered something, so his eyes turned to Tingshan Academy again.

This time, he could no longer see Li Jun.

Where the heart moved, the whereabouts of the young scholar appeared in Zhang Dongyun's eyes.

Sure enough, Li Jun responded to the call of Chang'an City, voluntarily left the academy, came to the countryside, and founded a private school by himself to teach and educate people.

He is a practitioner of Confucianism in the fourth realm. Although his lectures are not as effective as a great Confucian's enlightenment, they are still very effective.

Those who listened to his lectures were all absorbed and indulged in it.

The teaching effect is also quite good.

Mr. Li's name spread all over the country.

After staying in one place for the most part, after teaching most of the local people how to read and write, Li Jun said goodbye to them, and then went to the next village.

Every time he leaves, there are children who are reluctant to leave, and adults who thank Mr. Li for his virtue, send them off all the way out of the village, and even send them directly to his next destination.

While teaching and educating people, Li Jun also organizes his own knowledge.

One day, after saying goodbye to the fellow villagers who had sent him off, he was walking in the field when suddenly there was thunder above his head.

Standing in the mountains, Li Jun looked up at the dense thunder clouds in the sky, and there were flashes of lightning from time to time, and suddenly there was an emotion in his heart that wanted to burst out.

His Wenhua talent suddenly soared into the sky, although it was only a faint beam, but the brilliance lasted forever.

The next moment, he felt that Wenhua's talent had settled in himself, and finally condensed together to form his own literary courage.

Li Jun shouted loudly, and his voice was like thunder in the sky, full of masculine power, deterring ghosts, gods and monsters.

He took a step forward, stepped firmly in the air without falling, and then continued to move forward, rising to the sky step by step.

Wenhua's talent condenses under his feet and turns into a blue cloud.

The tongue is full of spring thunder, and the steady progress is the characteristic of the fifth level of Confucian practice, the level of literary courage.

Li Jun taught and taught, felt something in his heart, broke through his own bottleneck, and the realm of Confucian cultivation suddenly rose.

He stood in mid-air, feeling a little lost for a moment.

After staying for a while, he turned around and bowed three times in the direction of Tingshan:

"Father, I will definitely inherit your conduct and will."

After the three prostrations, the blue clouds under Li Jun's feet dissipated, he landed again, and then walked forward with his feet on the ground, continuing on his way.

In Daming Palace, Zhang Dongyun quietly watched this scene and nodded slightly.

He continued to scan around the city.

After watching for a while, City Lord Zhang suddenly narrowed his eyes slightly.

Therefore, in the land of Tang Dynasty, at the junction of Yangning County and Yinning County, there is a big river named Ninghe.

The south of Ninghe is Yangning County, and the north of Ninghe is Yinning County.

At this moment, the Ning River was flooded, and in one place the river suddenly flooded, breaking the embankment, and the villages by the river were about to be submerged.

When someone in the village saw him, he hurriedly called out to warn everyone, telling everyone to leave quickly.

But the flood was so fast that the villagers had no time to disperse and escape.

Zhang Dongyun watched this scene and did not make a move because he saw someone passing by.

These two people will definitely help each other and will not sit idly by.

Sure enough, a small man rushed out, and the golden Buddha's light surged, blocking the rushing flood in front of him.

The Buddha's light stretched and changed, and soon turned into a bodhi tree, like a forest, blocking the flood.

The people in the village were surprised when they saw this.

Everyone took a closer look and found that the rescuer turned out to be a young monk who looked only about ten years old.

The bodhi forest of the little guy blocks the flood, diverts the flood to other directions, and temporarily avoids the village behind the bodhi forest.

At this time, another person fell from the sky.

He put his palms together, and under the surge of Buddha's light, the gap in the collapsed embankment was actually closed again.

The villagers looked again, the second person did not look very old, only sixteen or seventeen years old.

Everyone was amazed, thinking it was a rejuvenated immortal Buddha.

It was Huiming and Yongse, two young monks who made the move.

After they quelled the disaster caused by the flood, they didn't intend to stay any longer, but after nodding to the villagers, they turned and left.

A villager shouted at this time: "Thank you two masters!"

Yongse heard the words, turned his head and waved to them with a smile.

But at this time, someone shouted: "What do you know, they must have been sent by the Lord Chang'an to rescue us, and the Lord Chang'an is God!"

After finishing speaking, the man knelt on the ground and prayed devoutly to God: "Thank you, City Lord Chang'an, for sending monks down to save the suffering."

Yongse was stunned.

In Daming Palace, Zhang Dongyun was also stunned for a moment.

He suddenly felt that the scene looked familiar.

I remember that in the previous life on Blue Star, he helped one person.

The other party did not thank him, but thanked the gods.

Someone nearby reminded you that this young man helped you, but the other party replied:

This boy was sent by God.

Zhang Dongyun never imagined that one day, the sitting position under his buttocks would be changed to this appearance.

He admitted that in such a background world, he led everyone in Chang'an City to worship his entire Chang'an City Lord. From a certain point of view, he was creating a god.

Then the appearance of this scene does not seem so unexpected?

Before today, I am afraid it has happened many times.

In Daming Palace, Zhang Dongyun frowned slightly.

The folks in the village looked at the man at this moment, and they were a little flustered, so many people hurriedly followed him.

A few people were a little undecided.

A person asked in a low voice: "I heard that monks worship Buddha..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted: "The Buddha is also in charge of Chang'an City!"

The villagers in the distance were arguing, the little monk Yongse touched his bald head, and looked at the monk Huiming: "Brother, is it us who saved the person, or the person who was saved by the Lord Chang'an, or the person who was saved by the Buddha?"

Huiming looked calm, and touched the other person's bald head: "It doesn't matter who saves people, what matters is that people are saved."

Yong Se blinked and blinked, somewhat half-understood, and finally nodded: "What brother said is that I didn't think about anything else just now, I just wanted to stop the flood and save people. Other things are really not important."

Monk Huiming smiled and nodded.

Looking at the villagers who were still arguing, he raised his voice and said, "The Lord Chang'an sent us here."

The villagers over there immediately unified their opinions, and worshiped together, thanking the city lord of Chang'an for his rescue.

Young monk Yongse shook his head: "Brother, if you say that, they are not arguing anymore, but can everyone still see the truth and discern themselves?"

"Compared with the truth, harmony in the neighborhood and a happy life may be more important to them."

Monk Huiming sighed: "The more places I travel, the more I feel that people's real selves are different."