Journey to the West: Writing Ten Thousand Worlds

Confucianism.

“Teacher, this is a bit too much!”

Yan Zi (Yan Hui), the Confucian Restoration Saint, bowed slightly to Confucius, and then continued: “After all, the teacher and I have received a lot of favors from him!” ”

At the beginning, Confucius preached in various countries, the gold and silver he used, all the food and clothing of his disciples, the Kong family contributed a large part of the strength, Confucianism can be created, and the Kong family is also indispensable.

When Confucius heard this, he was silent, only to see him think for a long time before saying: “Oh, I didn’t see anything, I didn’t hear anything!” ”

“Teacher, you…”

Zisi also stood up and wanted to say something, but was stopped by Mencius.

“Jiang Xiaoyou has a number in his heart, and it is good to let the Kong clan leave this catastrophe!” Mencius.

Kong’s ancestral land, all the Confucian scholars, were a little sluggish at the moment, and the heat of blood on their faces made them feel for the first time that they were so close to death.

“The hope of the revival of Confucianism depends on your body, but this does not become the foundation for you to do evil, you, excessive!”

The sound was excessive, and I saw a big ru surnamed Kong, slowly stepping out, and his body was awe-inspiring.

This person, named Kong Yingda, was born in the fifth year of Wuping, the lord of Northern Qi, studied at the age of eight, studied from Liu Zhuo, recited thousands of words every day, was familiar with scriptures, was good at words, and was selected as the “Ming Jing” at the beginning of Sui Daye, awarded the doctor of Hanoi County, and supplemented the teaching assistant of Tai Xue.

His compilation of “Five Classics of Justice”, which integrates the opinions of many scholars from the north and south, is a collection of classics since the Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties.

“It turns out that the Kong clan still has a great Confucian!” Jiang Hao smiled sarcastically again.

“Afterlife, don’t be too arrogant!” Several elders of the Kong clan, gray-haired and armed with crutches, slowly stepped forward.

“Wei Zheng, the grace of study, do you remember?” An old man looked up to the sky and drank, and the sound spread to Jiuxiao.

Chang’an, Wei Zheng’s mansion, Wei Zheng sighed slightly, looked towards Kong’s ancestral land, and bowed respectfully: “Students dare not forget!” ”

Not daring to forget, he saw Wei Zheng’s writings: “Book of Sui”, “Ten Thoughts of Emperor Taizong”, and “Ten Gradual Endless Neglect”, which flew directly to the ancestral land of Kong.

“Wang Tong, have you ever forgotten?” The elder shouted again.

Wang Tong, a famous great Confucian of the Sui Dynasty, traveled west to Chang’an, saw Emperor Wen of Sui, played the twelve strategies of Taiping, respected the way of kings, pushed the hegemony, and examined the ancient times, and had works: “Continuation of the Six Classics”, “Zhongshuo”.

“Don’t you dare to forget!”

With the same answer, he saw two more rays of light flying towards Kong’s ancestral land from afar.

“Dong Zhongshu, have you forgotten?”

DONG Zhongshu. The great Confucian of the Han Dynasty systematically put forward the doctrine of “heaven and man induction”, “great unification” and the proposition of “deposing a hundred schools of thought and commending the six classics”, and wrote books such as “Three Strategies of Heaven and Man”, “Shi Bu Zhi Fu”, “Spring and Autumn Dew” and so on.

“Fang Xuanling, forgot?”

“Chu Liang, forgot?”

“Xu Jingzong, forgot?”

“Yu Zhining, forgot?”

“Yu Shinan, forgot?”

……………………

Each name is famous and shocking to their respective dynasties, and he and others have outstanding merits, but they have more or less received the favor of the Kong clan.

With a group of elders, every time a name is called, several books that have been passed down to the world fly in, and those are the acquired spiritual treasures, or even the acquired treasures.

Countless books floated above the heads of many people, exuding an extremely intimidating aura.

The thousand-year-old family family has a deep heritage, and it is really not bad.

It is no wonder that Buddhism has a certain fear of Confucianism and has always refused to break the net.

“Oh, more than books?”

Jiang Hao sneered again and again, and he waved his big hand: “The Legend of Lu Xiaofeng”, “Amorous Swordsman Heartless Sword”, “Lime Yin”, “Ten Thousand Worlds Daily”, “Fengyun”, “Water Tune Song Head”, “Song of Righteous Qi”, “Xianxian”, “Xia Kexing”, “The Legend of the Double Dragon of the Great Tang Dynasty”, as well as many Zhenguo and heirloom poems, all bloomed with supreme Confucianism, rising and falling above his head.

“It scares me to death, but fortunately, I have a lot of books!”

“Repression!”

With Jiang Hao’s burst of drink, Ru Guang weighed tens of thousands of weights, covering Jiu Zhongxiao, and all his books were suppressed towards the Kong clan at the same time.

“Urge with all your might!” The elders shouted, and then all the Confucians of the Kong clan went all out to export their literary qi.

This is a battle between Confucianism and Confucianism, Nie Feng, step into the clouds, has long stopped, this is no longer something they can get involved in, they can only wait and watch this big battle, maybe they can understand something from it.

“Boom!”

When the two clashed, terrifying fluctuations swept the heavens and the earth, instantly surging like a sea of Han, and brilliant ancient characters continued to pour out above their respective books, all of which were profound and difficult, containing Confucian truth.

The firmament changed color, the earth cracked, and the entire Kong’s ancestral land was directly in ruins in this great battle.

“Can’t crush? No problem, I have a poem handed down to the world, recite it and listen to it today! ”

Jiang Hao frowned slightly, it seems that he really underestimated, the strength of the ancient Great Ru, even if it is not personally coming, just with their various works, they can actually be undefeated.

Title: “Manjiang Hong”

Angry hair rushing crown, by the railing, the rain rests, look up to the sky, roar, strong and fierce, thirty meritorious fame dust and soil, eight thousand miles of road clouds and moon, do not wait idle, white young head, empty and sad.

Weishui League, still not snowy; When will the courtiers hate? Drive a long car and break through the lack of Helan Mountain. Zhuang Zhi was hungry for beard meat, and laughed and thirsty for Xiongnu blood. Stay from the beginning, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and face the sky. ”

An improved version of “Manjiang Hong” was born, and suddenly the Confucian spirit soared, and the Confucian sound shook the three states.

“Another song, a heirloom work?”

“Hey, this son, the hope of Confucianism reviving, that’s it! That’s it! The Kong family, it’s time to cleanse it! ”

Kong Yingda sighed heavily, then took the initiative to stop, and was instantly hit hard, spitting bright red.

Losing the help of Daru’s Haoran righteousness, the Kong clan was instantly defeated and all were suppressed by Jiang Hao.

“Poof! Burst………… Burst…… Poof…”

Thousands of mouthfuls of bright red, dyeing the sky red, about forty percent of the Confucianists, instantly fell and died.

“I feel that the spiritual platform is defiled now, has there been so much karma?”

Jiang Hao muttered, but he still didn’t care, these corrupt people should be killed, if not, it is very likely that they will tear him back in his future planning, so that once cleansed, the rest would not be afraid.

When everything was settled, Jiang Hao stepped on the corpses of a group of people and found Kong Quyi, who was guarded by nailed pipa bones to guard the cemetery.

“Kong Yuchengren. Meng Yu took the righteousness. Only its righteousness is exhausted. So Renzhi, my name: Kong Quyi, since you give up your life to take righteousness, I hope you can let them go! ”

Old Man Kong actually pleaded with Jiang Hao to spare those who nailed his pipa bone and bullied him.

It is a pity that Jiang Hao has undergone so much training, and he has long cultivated a heart of iron and stone, and his heart for preaching has become more and more firm.

“Above the imperial road, there will be corpses all over the ground, and I will not make mistakes in the past!”

“Kill!”

The entire Kong clan was cleansed by Jiang Hao for a full eighty percent, and the remaining two percent was to give Kong Sheng’s face, so that he could leave some bloodline for others.

Such a frightened corrupt Confucianism must not be able to turn over any storms, from now on, only the Confucian world remains, and it is only a matter of time before it is revived.

Jiang Hao led everyone, took Kong Quyi, and stepped out from Kong’s ancestral land stained with blood, and Li Shimin did not stop beating the drum until he saw his figure.

“You really impress Xuan!” Li Shimin said with a solemn expression.

“Haha, I can’t stand your praise, watching you act so hard, I’m too lazy to expose you, you are too weak, go and become stronger!”

“Otherwise, at that time, the battle between the “Emperor Dao” and the “Imperial Dao”, if I unilaterally beat you up, it will be too boring!” ”

After saying that, Jiang Hao waved his sleeves and left domineeringly.

The night was deep, the moon was hazy, and the sound of swords was filled with the wind, and a person, several swords, was standing outside the ancestral land of the Kong clan, waiting for someone to come.

His name, Sword Monarch Twelve Hate! _

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