Chapter 49: The Master

After a while, a purple light flashed across the rice paper. An elderly man suddenly appeared and pressed Zhu Hanwen's head on the table, and in his other hand he held a roll of bamboo slips and smashed them against him with shameless face.

"I have been teaching for more than two thousand years. I have never seen such a vulgar person. This word is so ugly. Today I will eliminate harm for the people. I will kill an unworthy person. You are still the son and nephew of Uncle Zhang. If it weren't for Uncle Zhang's face, I would have chopped you up today!" As he said, he was crazy about beating Zhu Hanwen who was lying on the table. As he beat Shu Jian, he felt that Shu Jian was not very fit, so he simply raised his legs and kicked him on the head and face. When he was just having a happy kick, he turned around and found that Xu Gong, Zhou Yi, Zeng Chuixing and the other two were all looking at his heroic posture with their mouths and their faces incredible ways. He felt that his current posture was indeed a bit indecent, and he said in anger.

"What are you looking at!" Then he waved his hand and teleported the three of them out.

After a dizzy twist, Xu Gong and the other two found that they had appeared in the garden. Yang Zhen and Yan Youchen were looking at them with surprise.

"That boy...oh no, is it Zhu Hanwen and Brother Zhu who passed the test?" Yan Youchen asked in disbelief.

"Well... it's hard to say, the situation inside is a bit complicated, yes, it's complicated, if Brother Zhu comes out alive, please ask him." Xu Gong didn't know how to answer, is it better to be decent, or not to say more.

"Is Zhu Hanwen in danger?" Hou Lie walked over after hearing the news.

"It's hard to say, but the problem should not be big. Don't be impatient." At this time, Xu Gong's mind became more stable. He suddenly thought that using his master's magical powers to destroy a mere Zhu Hanwen, how could he have to lose his composure? A look is enough? It should be because he was so sorry that he was not strong enough. This saint master regarded Zhu Hanwen as his nephew. No, he had to adjust his strategy. Thinking of this, Xu Gong asked everyone for a leave of absence and quickly found a place where no one was going to send a WeChat message to the senior group of the academy.

What he could think of could naturally be the other two, so the senior management of Bailu Cave Academy, Yuelu Academy and Shigu Academy held a meeting overnight and urgently designated a policy for Zhu Hanwen.

Of course, Zhu Hanwen didn't know what was happening outside at this time. Now he only felt that everything was hurting, especially his face, his whole face was so painful. This great master, the most saint, is also the common ancestor of all scholars. Why is the example of gentleness so cruel and cruel?

"You little boy, I'm just choreographing me in my heart. If it weren't for your master and Uncle Zhang, Cao Mengruan and others, you would have died eight hundred times." The Supreme Master was tidying up his clothes while staring at him with his eyes slanted.

"It's a silly thing for you to teach students to repay grievances with kindness. You always take action and fight in groups in the alleys, right?" Zhu Hanwen didn't know where the scoundrel came from. He leaned against the legs of the table, squinted his eyes, tilted his head and smiled.

"I always say that I have to repay grievances with straightforwardness. Which coward will repay grievances with kindness?"

"Think twice before doing it?"

"I said it again, that's fine. Just think twice. It's enough. Think twice before doing it. That's Ji Wenzi's treasure."

OK, it turns out that the legendary master of all ages, the Supreme Saint of Dacheng, is such a person of temperament. But he also realized at this moment that the old man was sorry for him and had no malice. He used his true energy to regulate his injuries and stood up with the table.

"Old man, I've written an answer. Why do you have to be so arrogant?" It's okay if he doesn't mention this, but when he mentions this, the old man is so angry that he makes his beard stick tall.

"You have the nerve to say that I claim to have read all the books in the world and know all kinds of things in the world. I just brag about Xiao Jin, Xiao Meng and others. No one can explain this topic. As a result, you kid wrote a piece like shit, so I didn't recognize any of them. I had to go back and think about what you wrote. Who would have thought that after finally interpreting it, I found that you kid wrote two swear words!! I also believed Uncle Zhang's lies and was willing to pass on a bowl to you. You are such a vulgar and pickled scum, and you still want to pass on my bowl to me. "The old man was really angry, and he was still breathing heavily after saying this paragraph.

In fact, it is not a fault for others. Two thousand years ago, they were just a saint. No disciples were respectful. Later, after becoming a saint, they were praised as teachers of all ages. The incense of students in the world has not fallen for thousands of years, and it is even more impossible for anyone to disrespect him. Even if there are occasionally a few high-ranking talents who dare to question and tease him, it is also an elegant interest among literati. This time, the appearance of the saint was originally because of a big event and wanted to pass on a robe and bowl in the mortal world. When they happened to meet Zhang Uncle Zhang who had already become a semi-saint, the cultivation of Zhang Uncle Zhang was highly appreciated by his master. The exchange of two warrants made the master feel that there were successors in his ideas, and he was very comforted. Then Uncle Zhang said that he had a son and nephew who had great opportunities and was favored by many old friends, and hoped that his master would help him help him.

Of course, the master naturally thought that this nephew must be a young and promising person with a strong understanding of the world, and in the test of "the dead are as good as this", this man did show a rare willpower. Although the inner demon has a slightly narrower pattern of survival, it is harmless. So when he wrote the answer, the old man held high expectations and thought that some famous quotes would appear. As a result, after writing the answer, the old man did not recognize a single word.

Come on, at first, I thought it would be some more profound text, so I specially asked Meng and Jin to disassemble it together. Finally, after a closer look, I found that the answer to this guy was "What's the thing? It's a mess!" The eight big characters were not recognized because the words were too ugly. When did the dignified saint master suffer this? He was so angry that he jumped out and beat the kid up. As for the inheritance of his mantle, there was no door!

When Zhu Hanwen heard this, he had the chance to pass on the robe and bowl of the saint master. Then he and Fu Sheng, Shu Sheng, Zong Sheng, and Sub Sheng were at the same level? He suddenly became energetic and asked with confidence, "Why am I so vulgar?"

"Isn't the thing you wrote a cheesy thing?"

"This is the answer you left!"

"When will I leave the answer?"

"You dare say that the books on the bookshelf were not replaced by you? How could such books be placed neatly in the study of the dignified Yan Shenggong? Isn't it just that the lilac poems look like the books on the bookshelf, but they are actually rude and inappropriate?"

"Then you write something that is rude and inappropriate! Why are you scolding people?"

"If you don't write like this, can you jump down so quickly?"

"I..." The old man didn't know what to say for a moment. Looking at this face that was almost unstoppable, the old man also felt that he seemed a little rude.

"You have no choice but to hold on to someone and beat him to death. Do you think you are...are you very rude?" Zhu Hanwen didn't know how to continue to fight.

"Forget it, even if you answered correctly, this one was stained with your blood just now and already recognized you as the main one. Go back and practice for a long time and don't fall into my Confucian name. From today on, the "book" of the six arts of Confucianism has been developed by you." As he said that, the master threw the book that he had just used to beat him into his arms. Zhu Hanwen picked it up and looked at it. There was only one word written on the outermost sign of the book.

"What about the current word "shu"?"

"During the war in Yongjia, the Book of Books was lost. Later generations made a fake Book of Books and passed on to this day. The "book" has long gone astrayed. Some people think that the art of "books" should be calligraphy, or collection of books, and some people really let them tinker with Taoist traditions. It's really outrageous. You can do these things by yourself. If you want to keep them as help, keep them as help, and if you don't want them to disperse them. There is another thing, the evil things in Lu are not simple. You need to investigate carefully. Don't let evil outsiders harm the people. All our disciples take the people of the world as their responsibility. Cultivating uniform and governing peace is the foundation of their own. Remember to remember." After saying that, the figure of the master dispersed faintly, and the purple light that was originally rising on the roof of the altar turned into a huge image of the master in the air. Nodded to the Yanshenggong Mansion and then disappeared.

"Give me a gift to the saints and masters!" Whether in the garden, the entire Yansheng Gong Mansion, or even the entire Qufu County, all Confucian children bowed and bowed to the images of the masters, showing respect.

The Qufu County Chronicles said: "On the 13th day of the sixth month of the year of Ji Hai, suddenly the appearance of the saint and the ancestors appeared in the air. The purple air filled the sky for a long time and did not disperse. The people in the city knelt down with the statues, and they all said that the saint and ancestors showed their saints. This is a good sign of a prosperous country."

At this time, the bamboo slips in Zhu Hanwen's hand had turned into balls of purple air and entered his sea of ​​consciousness, floating above the entire sea of ​​consciousness. At this point, he finally had the Confucian practice method. As for whether the three religions could be integrated, it depends on his future fortune. He pushed the door and walked out of the altar room. When he saw the people in the yard kneeling on the ground, he thought everyone knew what he had to pass on his robe and bowl. He waved to everyone with a stinky face and said,

"You don't have to be so polite. You will rely on your care in the future. Please get up."

At this time, the scene in the sky had dissipated, and everyone was watching Zhu Hanwen talking like an idiot, no one was willing to pay attention to him. Fan Zhen rushed over and looked up and down.

"How did you make people beat like this?"

"Look at what he was like just now, don't you want to hit him?" Hou Lie walked over reluctantly, feeling that it was too embarrassing to know this guy.

"I will be beaten up by the Supreme Master, but it's okay to be a blessing in disguise. Brother, I will be at the same level as the Fu Sheng, Shu Sheng, Zong Sheng, and Sub Sheng. In the future, I will be at the same level as the Buddhist temple, Changbai Mountain, and you can join me if you are not as good as you. I will definitely leave a place for you."

Fan Zhen couldn't bear to see that he was dead, and turned around and pretended not to know him. Hou Lie grinned in embarrassment and didn't know what to say.

"What a big tone. I stayed in the altar for a few more minutes and felt that I could be on par with all the sages and dared to arrange the Supreme Saints. Zhu Hanwen, are you crazy about gaining and losing?" Yang Zhen didn't know what happened in the altar, but he knew that he had offended this semi-saint descendant. If he didn't want to implicate the academy, he had to do everything possible to push him to the opposite of everyone, so that he and the academy could continue to gain a foothold in the world of Taoism.

"Which eye did you see my choreographer? What's the eye behind?"

"How could a great master of saint beat you regardless of his identity and gild himself on his face. Slandering the saint behind his back is against my entire Confucianism. Zhu Hanwen, do you say how do you want to die?" Yang Zhen felt unprecedentedly happy. He asked you to beat my disciple and made me unable to get out of Taiwan in front of so many people. Today I will force you to death. Thinking of this, he shouted to everyone around him.

"You are all disciples of the masters. How can you tolerate you slandering the saints like this? You even speak nonsense and say that you are on par with the wise men. Why don't you say that you are our ancestors? Xu Gong, what about Xu Gong, is this your good friend of Bailu Cave Academy? Come out and say something!" Yang Zhen also wanted to pull Xu Gong into the water by the way.

Xu Gong looked at Yang Zhen as if he was looking at the dead, but he really didn't know what to say. He came over and clasped his fists at Zhu Hanwen and said, "Xu Gong just received a decision from the senior management of the academy to specially hire Teacher Zhu Hanwen to worship the academy. The academy resources can be allocated at will, and Teacher Zhu does not need to bear any obligations."

"Yuelu Academy, same as above."
Chapter completed!