I Use Idle Books To Become Saint

The road is long and long, and I will search up and down.

According to legend, before Qu Sheng recited this ancient masterpiece, there was an invisible gap between the semi-sage and the great Confucian.

Countless sages and Confucians have climbed six mountains of books and six seas of learning, but they can only stand in front of a cliff and sigh.

Saint said, there is no end to learning, but there is no way ahead!

Only a very small number of people, with great courage, jumped into the vast invisible gully.

Seeking scholars, hearing the Tao in the morning, can die in the evening!

The so-called semi-saints are those who have heard the truth among those who risked their lives to seek knowledge.

The rest were all buried under the ravine.

Until Qu Sheng, with great compassion and compassion, published "Heavenly Questions", wrote "Li Sao", and plunged into the ravine, the holy way turned into a long iron bridge connecting the great Confucianists and the semi-sages.

Since then, there has been a road from great Confucianism to semi-sage, which is called "Qiao Suo" by the world, and stepping on the long bridge of seeking to sue means embarking on the road to becoming a saint.

However, the road of seeking is long and far-reaching, and the dangers and obstacles at each step are far greater than the confusion encountered on the way to study before. Once you step on it, you can't turn back. A little burnout can lead to being possessed by demons, or to death in severe cases.

There was a semi-sacred saying: Before searching, what is the reason; after searching, what is the reason.

How many great Confucians in a positive mood hesitate before seeking the long bridge, and they will not take that step until they are fully prepared.

...

Song Tuizhi looked at the Confucian mandarin duck who stopped him, and felt depressed.

Two second-rank Confucian scholars who know the world have actually practiced the magical power of "heart-to-heart". The family, country and world of each other blend and complement each other, and they have reached the level of positive state of mind, dragging him back for life.

The aura in the stone forest continued to emanate, Song Tuizhi naturally sensed it, and felt worried.

"You two, are you going to form a death feud with Zhulin?"

Shi Yang sighed: "The bamboo forest is naturally majestic. I wait in front of the bamboo sage, but I am nothing more than an ant. But the kindness is as high as the sky, and my husband and I have to repay it."

"As for the funeral, don't worry about Mr. Song."

At this moment, the sky was changing, and a thunderbolt fell from the sky and fell into the stone forest. The strong majesty of the Taoist monarch dissipated, and the corner of Song Tuizhi's eyes twitched. He sensed a familiar aura in the rhyme.

"Husband, this is the Daoist Lord of Broken Soul Realm, Shilin is going to be exposed." The woman who had been silent all this time suddenly said.

"Damn it!" Shi Yang frowned, and the benefactor's explanation came to mind——

"If there is a change in the stone forest, it will detonate the power of the holy way left by Xiao Xiang."

Shi Yang looked at his wife, their eyes were firm.

"Mr. Song, I'm sorry."

"Shi Lang, thank you."

Mandarin ducks cry blood, butterfly wings shatter.

Everyone thought that the kindness they were talking about was the old Wang Hou's love for protecting the matchmaker, but they didn't know that the kindness they wanted to repay was the kindness of that benefactor's 20 years of shelter and teaching.

As a great Confucian, how can I not understand many things.

Maybe they were just a piece of free chess in the chess game, which was laid out eighty years ago, but they didn't care.

It has been great luck to know and accompany each other for Jiazi years.

Song Tuizhi's heart suddenly became alert. He sensed that the land of mandarin ducks and Confucians was spreading towards the stone forest. That family state was in constant turmoil, as if it contained the power to destroy the world.

"Self-collapsing holy way!" Song Tuizhi's heart moved, if the holy way was allowed to explode in the stone forest, it would trigger a chain reaction, and then there would be no life in the stone forest!

This is not the time to find out why Yuanyang Confucianism changed his previous attitude and suddenly became so decisive. Song Tuizhi attacked Yuanyang Confucianism with all his strength. Can't get close.

The stone forest began to vibrate slightly, and the dangerous atmosphere gradually spread.

Song Tuizhi suppressed the impatience in his heart, he understood that there was only one way to break the situation.

"Retire, since you have recognized this junior brother, you must take good care of him!"

"Fourth senior brother, is this useful to you? Then I will copy a copy for you first."

Song Tuizhi's mind recalled his past with Chen Luo, and he was extremely satisfied with this little junior.

Said to be a younger brother, but like the descendants of the younger generation.

It's a pity that he didn't let him see his most majestic moment.

"What is the reason? What is the reason?"

"The old man established his way with courage. He has the courage of a reckless man, the courage of a strong man, and the courage of a national warrior."

"Today, the old man has once again demonstrated the courage to protect and support."

"Brother protects brother, elder protects young, strong protects weak."

"The truth is in the heart, go forward bravely!"

Song Tuizhi exhaled a breath of stale air in his chest, raised his head, and a phantom of an iron chain appeared in the sky.

"Teacher, today, I entered the search."

Song Tuizhi took a long breath.

"Old man Song Tuizhi, today we are walking on the Suolong Bridge."

"There is no retreat!"

...

Under the guard of Daoist Tianling, Chen Luo ran towards the outside of the stone forest. Just now, he felt a huge coercion that seemed to annihilate everything, but after a loud noise, the coercion dissipated.

It must have been done by the fourth brother!

At this moment, Chen Luo felt an ominous feeling in his heart, and he tried his best to speed up his pace.

Finally, after turning around several stone pillars, the eyes suddenly opened up.

Out of the stone forest.

Chen Luo saw a straight figure standing outside the stone forest. In front of that figure, two corpses of a man and a woman were lying on the ground.

Chen Luo breathed a sigh of relief and called out, "Fourth Senior Brother."

Song Tuizhi turned his head slowly and looked at Chen Luo, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

"Little brother, it's good that you're fine!"

Suddenly, a blue light shot out from Song Tuizhi's body. Song Tuizhi's body was tilted and he was about to fall to the ground. Chen Luo rushed to Song Tuizhi and supported him.

"Fourth senior brother? What do you..." Chen Luo stopped suddenly in the middle of his question, and he saw cracks began to appear on Song Tuizhi's body, and blue light shot out from the cracks continuously.

"Senior brother! Senior brother! What's wrong with you?" Chen Luo's heart suddenly tugged, and he subconsciously tried to cover the blue light in the crack with his hand, but there were too many cracks.

Song Tuizhi seemed to have turned into an unbroken porcelain vase.

"Senior brother! Senior brother..." Chen Luo was enveloped in great fear, and Chen Luo's tears fell instantly. He frantically pressed the blue light from Senior Brother Song's body, but it seemed so useless.

"Don't...don't..." Chen Luo began to tremble slightly, Song Tuizhi grabbed Chen Luo's hands that were slapping around, and smiled, "Just now, fourth senior brother is very powerful."

"Fourth senior brother has always been very imposing!" Chen Luo nodded quickly, "Let's go back to Beijing! Yes, we will be saved if we go back to Beijing!"

Chen Luo picked up Song Tuizhi, and at this moment, a ray of light came from afar and landed in front of Chen Luo. It was Wen Xiang Yan Baichuan.

He was attracted by Chen Xuan's coercion, and he thought it was some soul-shattering Taoist who came, but he didn't expect to see this scene.

"Wenxiang!" Seeing Yan Baichuan, Chen Luo seemed to see hope, knelt heavily on his knees, and swallowed, "Wenxiang, save my senior brother... Please, save my senior brother!"

Yan Baichuan stretched out his hand to support Chen Luo, looked at Song Tuizhi, Song Tuizhi grinned and said, "Old man, I'm asking for it!"

Yan Baichuan frowned and said: "Nonsense, unformed truth, you dare to go to the bridge of seeking!"

After finishing speaking, with a wave of his hand, a strong righteousness enveloped Song Tuizhi, suppressing the blue light that was shining all over Song Tuizhi's body.

Yan Baichuan looked at Chen Luo: "I'll take your fourth senior brother back to the bamboo forest, the Bamboo Sage will have a way to save him, don't worry."

After finishing speaking, Yan Baichuan glanced at Shi Lin coldly, waved his sleeves, and Song Tuizhi who was lying on the ground disappeared from everyone's sight...

...

Chen Luo sat slumped on the ground, a drop of cold rain fell on own's face, he raised his head, and at some point, it began to rain.

"Mr. Tianling, do you still have the Medicine Pill you just gave me?" Chen Luo asked.

Daoist Tianling nodded, and threw a small porcelain bottle to Chen Luo. Chen Luo uncorked the bottle and poured it into own's mouth.

"Chen Luo, you..."

Chen Luo made a salute to Taoist Lord Tianling: "Please, Lord Taoist, find my two brothers."

After finishing speaking, Chen Luo turned and walked towards Zhongjing.

"Chen Luo, where are you going?"

"kill!"

...

The winter rain is always bitter, and hits the ground abruptly, splashing a small pool of water.

The sound of explosions from far outside the city caused people in Zhongjing to talk about it.

A fast horse rushed in from the city gate, and the guarding soldiers were about to stop it, when they received a mark thrown down by the man on the horse——

Wan Anbo Yin!

Looking at the back that disappeared in the rain, the soldier felt the slightest killing intent.

...

Jiang Yudai felt very irritable when he heard the sound of rain outside Shishan Tower.

Wen Xiang is out of town.

He faintly felt a little uneasy, and carefully calculated the own layout again, but he couldn't find any flaws.

"Am I worrying too much?" Jiang Yudai thought.

At this time, the shopkeeper of Shishan Building suddenly shouted from outside the door.

"No way...someone has reserved the venue today...my lord..."

Jiang Yu frowned.

When you are upset, you still come to disrupt the situation, looking for death?

Jiang Yudai opened the door of the quiet room, and saw a man wearing a bamboo hat rushing into the Stone Mountain Building.

"Don't die, today, Benhou..."

Jiang Yudai stopped abruptly in the middle of his words, and the person opposite took off his bamboo hat, revealing his masked face.

Chen Luo!

"You, you're not dead?" Jiang Yudai blurted out, turned around and wanted to run, Chen Luo's figure fluttered, and instantly came to Jiang Yudai, a cold light flashed in his hand, and a line of blood appeared on Jiang Yudai's neck.

Chen Luo stretched out his hand and grabbed Jiang Yudai's hair. Jiang Yudai's body fell down suddenly, and the head was still in Chen Luo's hands.

The shopkeeper of Shishan Tower was stunned for a moment, then suddenly screamed——

"Killer—"

...

Chen Luo carried the bleeding head out of the Stone Mountain Tower and into the rain.

He raised his head and looked at the sky.

The rain hit his face, and people came and went around, but they all bypassed him.

Passers-by whispered and looked back and forth between Chen Luo and the human head he was holding in his hand.

In the distance, Captain Xuncheng rushed over, but was stopped by disciples from major academies.

The apprehension envoy of the Ministry of Health stood in front of the four Zhenxuan Si Qianying, and Li Qingzhao sat beside him drinking some wine.

The Prime Minister frowned slightly, watching Leng Hanbing lead the Wenchang Pavilion Confucianism to surround the main hall.

In front of Faxiang, Sima Lie stood with his hands behind his back.

In the imperial city, Ye Heng heard the empress' cries, heaved a long sigh, and ordered: "Without my permission, the empress is not allowed to leave Changqiu Palace."

"Here!"

Ye Heng turned around and left the harem.

Chen Luo didn't know about this, he felt the whole world was quiet.

"Fourth Senior Brother!" Chen Luo called softly, but no figure came out of the space around him again.

An unprecedented loneliness and helplessness enveloped Chen Luo.

At this moment, an umbrella suddenly covered the rain curtain above Chen Luo's head.

Inside the umbrella is a picture of a red sun rising, which seems to carry warmth.

At some point, a woman stood in front of Chen Luo.

Passers-by didn't know when this woman appeared, as if she just appeared out of thin air.

But the moment they saw her, everyone's eyes turned away from Chen Luo and the head in his hand, and fell on her.

She is dressed in white and snowy, with picturesque eyebrows, just standing up with an umbrella in such a pretty way, it dispels Chen Luo's murderous aura. The Book of Songs says that there is a beautiful woman on the side of the water.

At least such a person should be able to stand up to the eternal praise of the "Book of Songs".

The beauty under the umbrella stretched out her hand, wiped away the rain and tears from Chen Luo's face, and smiled warmly at Chen Luo.

"Fourth senior brother will be fine."

"I am your Sixth Senior Sister, and my name is Yun Siyao."

"Sorry, I am late."

She stretched out her hand, hugged Chen Luo, and patted Chen Luo's back lightly.

"Don't be afraid, little brother."

"We're all there!"

Chen Luo had a sore nose, and his suppressed emotions exploded. He let go of the head in his hand, hugged Yun Siyao, and burst into tears...

...

Mozhou, Fang Shengcheng.

This is the family land of the Fang clan, named after Fang Sheng.

At this time, a phantom of a bamboo whip appeared in the sky.

The bamboo whip slowly fell towards Fang's manor, and the rich holy power radiated from the bamboo whip, stretching across the sky, and everyone could see it when they looked up.

With the first whip, Fang's manor turned into ruins, only the ancestral hall dedicated to Fang Sheng remained intact.

With the second whip, all the great Confucianists of the Fang family were hit hard, with blood spitting out of their mouths, and their breath sluggish.

Just as the third whip was about to be struck, a roar sounded——

"Yu Wuji, this matter was done by Wang Hou, and has nothing to do with our Fang family."

"It doesn't matter if something happened to my disciple, it's all done by your Fang family!"

"Yu Wuji, you are too deceitful!"

A pair of upright palms quickly condensed and faced the bamboo weaving.

"The ancestors have made a move!"

"A mere Bamboo Sage, the old ancestor will definitely be able to catch it!"

"How can our Fang family be insulted, even half-saints!"

Just when everyone in the Fang family was excited, the bamboo whip hit the three righteous giant palms without slowing down at all, and the pair of giant palms shattered!

When the third whip was struck, there was a muffled sound, and all the members of the Fang clan felt pain in their hearts, and Fang's semi-sage was injured.

At this time, the wind was blowing in the sky, a huge illusory face condensed, and a heroic voice sounded: "Brother Wuji, give this old man a face..."

"Get out!" The mighty holy power radiated from the bamboo whip, and directly scattered the half-holy phantom who came to persuade him to make peace.

"King Zhen, I know that you are spying on our Fang family. Do you want all the half-sages of our Fang family to fight in the bamboo forest in the secret realm now?" The injured half-sage shouted suddenly.

A sigh sounded: "Wuji, there is war in the north."

Judging by the tone, he looks very familiar with Zhusheng.

The phantom of the bamboo whip swayed, and quickly condensed into a three-foot-long bamboo stick, which fell from the sky.

"This saint is not so ignorant."

"On the anniversary of Fang Sheng's death in the coming year, start a jihad!"

"At that time, I will burn a half saint of the Fang family and sacrifice to Fang Sheng!"

"Jihad can be postponed, but Confucianism begins first."

After the words fell, the bamboo stick that fell from the sky was caught by a slender hand.

The person who caught the bamboo stick was a handsome young lady with long black hair like a waterfall, bright eyes and bright teeth, riding sideways on a huge black and white panda.

She raised her head, looked at the half of Fang's gate that had been whipped by the Bamboo Sage, she opened her mouth softly, and her voice spread thousands of miles away.

"The second disciple of Zhulin, Chu Jiaojiao, please fight to the death with the great Confucian of the Fang family."

"Which one will die first!"

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