I Use Idle Books To Become Saint

The beautiful waitress brought a plate of sumptuous meals, Zhang Bangchang frowned.

"Didn't the old man tell me not to eat these extravagant foods?"

The maid replied respectfully: "Turi, this is the order of the Khan."

Only then did Zhang Bangchang remain silent, nodded, waved his hand, and asked the maid to leave.

Picking up the exquisitely cooked savage meat, Zhang Bangchang took a hard bite, a mouthful of gravy burst out, and immediately abundant Blood Qi power pervaded his whole body. Zhang Bangchang knew that this was a third rank savage beast, Mordan I really have a heart.

"Unfortunately, this kind of meat is best stewed in the ancient way, served with spices, boiled out the fat, then decorated with spiritual vegetables to relieve the greasy, served with a pot of apricot flower wine, and eaten among the green cypresses of the green mountains. The most elegant!" Zhang Bangchang shook his head slightly, "Such a fire, although the outside is burnt and the inside is tender, it is also a masterpiece, but after all, too much Spiritual Qi wasted."

Zhang Bangchang commented silently in his heart, and remembered the scenes of his first half of his life.

Studying at three o'clock lights and five o'clock chickens; obsessive love for Yixiao; galloping with horseshoes in the spring breeze;

And the loneliness when the Holy Way is unreasonable and I am struggling to find it.

"The small building listens to the spring rain all night, and the deep alley sells apricot blossoms in the Ming Dynasty."

Zhang Bangchang heaved a long sigh, everything can't go back.

Since he decided to take the path of harmony, he couldn't turn back.

Now, he is no longer the Kuyue Confucian of the human race, but the Turi barbarian king of the barbarian race.

Zhang Bangchang never felt that he was a traitor, an anti-Confucianist, and that the holy way was difficult. He was just a seeker.

He was out of luck, did not meet a famous teacher, and was promoted to a great scholar by virtue of his own talent, but looking forward, there was nowhere to go.

Watching the friends around him come to the end of their lives one by one, Zhang Bangchang didn't want to repeat the same mistakes, so he joined a mysterious faction.

Harmoniously integrate the sky and the wild sky, and pursue the most complete Heavenly Dao, the purest Heavenly Dao.

He does not admit that he is a traitor, the way of the Holy Spirit is faint, and he is just a seeker.

The human race and the barbarian race are all ants under the holy way, so what is the difference.

Today I am a human being, and the heavens are for my use!

Tomorrow I will be Man, Man Tian is what I want!

When I become a saint, I have two heavens in my body, and I have nothing to do with the world. What difference does it make if I am a human or a barbarian?

Compared with those Moru who committed a great crime in the human race and fled to the barbarians, compared with those cynics who were obsessed with the barbarian's wooing and were willing to be the lackeys of the barbarians, Zhang Bangchang felt that his faction was the pious seeker.

They don't enjoy it, they don't flatter the Man, they walk under the Man's sky, just for the sake of harmony.

He very much agrees with a Buddhist saying: Flesh and flesh are also skins!

It's just a piece of clothing that was put on when you were born. What is it compared to the grandeur of the holy way?

Those so-called backbones of the human race, they don't understand!

If everyone is in harmony with the two heavens, where is there any dispute between the two heavens?

Ten thousand years of bloody battles can be stopped!

Zhang Bangchang got up and walked out of the house, there were already five Master Jing waiting outside.

These are his disciples.

If they wanted to walk under the barbarian sky, they had to have someone to attach to, and the one he chose to attach to was Mordan Khan.

Since there is a request, it is natural to respond. Today, Mordan ordered them to meet with the human race for a while.

It will be a while.

It's not the first time either.

...

"According to past experience, those traitors will definitely not come here in real body!" In the Wanren Mountain Council Hall, a great Confucian mused, "It must be an old trick. The Mantian Palace uses the secret method to transmit sound through blood to kill The morale of my people."

"Bloodline sound transmission is harmless, but it is deceptive."

"Based on what this old man has seen, it is still in accordance with the old practice. The master recited "Fish I Want" with spring thunder on his tongue, which can resist the sound transmission of the blood."

Another great Confucian said: "Now that Martial Dao is flourishing, it can also lead soldiers to sing "Compatriots with Zi", and it should be able to resist it."

Han Qingzhu frowned: "At this stage of the battle, our human race has the upper hand. Since Mordan sent Tuli, the truth is that he also wants to accept this gift. Resisting alone is not enough to break the danger of Mordan Thoughts, let’s discuss whether we can kill them!”

"Turi is not dead, I feel uneasy!"

Han Qingzhu's voice fell, and the meeting hall fell silent for a while.

After a while, a white-bearded Confucianist said: "Can I ask Zhen Xuansi to help me locate the location of the traitor in Tuli? This old man is willing to fight with his life and die with him!"

Another middle-aged Confucian shook his head: "The rebels in Tuli must be guarded by barbarian kings. This move is too difficult."

The third Confucian with a scar on his face said: "All Fractionated Divinity soul methods can be traced in reverse, and can be killed from a distance! Do you want to ask for help from the Taoist sect?"

"Ask for help from the Daoist sect, and move the whole body with one hair. It is not feasible unless it is a last resort!"

"Among my Confucian sects, the Zongheng family is the best at attacking the spirit and soul. Unfortunately, the Zongheng school has no outstanding talents since the death of the father."

"Damn it, if the traitor in that map dares to stand in front of us, he can be decapitated with a single "verbal criticism"!"

"If he really dared to stand in front of us, we would have thousands of ways to take his life, but they didn't have the guts."

At this moment, Xiao Qi quickly walked into the meeting hall with a stack of manuscripts in his hand, and handed them to Han Qingzhu.

Han Qingzhu took the manuscript, glanced at it, and said, "I'll read it later, let's discuss things first."

Xiao Qi hurriedly whispered something to Han Qingzhu, Han Qingzhu's eyes lit up: "Really?"

Xiao Qi nodded quickly, and Han Qingzhu couldn't wait to take a closer look.

Seeing Han Qingzhu's appearance, the other great scholars were also curious, and asked Xiao Qi, "Xiao Xiao, what's the matter?"

Xiao Qi made a salute: "It's the latest "Three Kingdoms" by Marquis Wu. Just now, a junior from the transcribing department fell into a state of Meditation after transcribing, and was accused by his colleagues of being lazy. During the quarrel between the two, the junior actually used the spirit of soul to quarrel. Injured the opponent!"

"The power of the soul? But the vertical and horizontal faction?"

Xiao Qi shook his head: "The rule is "The Analects", the Confucianism of Zhongzheng!"

Everyone looked at each other, as if they had guessed something.

At this time, the white-bearded scholar came to Han Qingzhu's side, and took the first page of paper that Han Qingzhu handed over after reading it. The title on it was very eye-catching——

"Jiang Boyue surrendered to Kongming, Marquis of Wuxiang scolded Wang Lang to death"!

...

Zhang Bangchang led the disciples to a special high platform, where several witches from Mantian Temple were arranging the formation.

Zhang Bangchang glanced at it, and asked a handsome man who led him: "Hasn't the Emperor Khan come?"

Manshuai saluted: "Go back to Tuli, Emperor Khan has other important matters, come back later."

Zhang Bangchang nodded. At this time, a barbarian stepped forward and said delicately: "Turi, the formation is finished."

"it is good!"

Zhang Bangchang walked up to the high platform slowly.

This is the formation specially researched by the Mantian Temple to deal with the human race, and only those who are harmonious with both heavens can use it.

He wants to tell the human race that humans and barbarians don't need to confront each other.

Mantian can accept the human race and help the human race to harmonize with the way of the two heavens.

This is a true holy way!

Zhang Bangchang stood in the center of the formation, the four precious jades outside the formation suddenly lit up, and Zhang Bangchang closed his eyes.

He felt the blood all over his body tumbling and boiling, and there seemed to be a pulling force in the dark. Although his eyes were closed, he seemed to see all kinds of figures appearing under his own.

"Is this the feeling of the adult who led me on the path of Harmony back then?"

"I am the sky, what kind of human race, how can you restrict my holy way!"

Zhang Bangchang became inexplicably excited, he fell in love with this feeling.

No one knew that at the beginning, he knew this path of practice through the sound transmission of his blood, resolutely killed the fellow scholar who was also guarding the city, and escaped into the wild world!

...

"Human robes!"

Xu Ran is an ordinary member of the mighty man, and at this time he was mixing feed for his Ben Leiju, when suddenly a voice came from his ear, he looked around, but he didn't see anyone calling him. He looked at his fellow robe, who also seemed to be stunned, looking at Xu Ran with a dazed expression on his face.

"Who is speaking?"

"I don't know, I heard it too!"

In the meeting hall of Wanren Mountain, the excited discussions suddenly stopped, and the scar-faced Confucian said: "It's started!"

Han Qingzhu sensed the corresponding soldiers, and said in a deep voice: "Covering sixteen cities, nearly a million soldiers!"

At this moment, a majestic righteousness erupted, and when everyone looked over, they saw the white-bearded Confucianist's face flushed and trembling all over!

"It's him! It's him!"

"This voice, the old man recognizes!"

"Kill my old friend, slaughter half of the city's sergeants, and flee to the barbarians!"

"This old man can't wait to eat his flesh raw and sleep on his skin at night!"

"The Great Confucianists of the Bitter Moon: Zhang, Bang, and Chang!"