In the forest

Zhang Bairen wandered slowly, enjoying the surrounding scenery with a relaxed expression.

Suddenly, a golden eagle crossed the jungle, causing a quiet jungle and silent.

Qiao Yingzi, who was flapping his wings, landed on Zhang Bairen's shoulders. Looking at the mailbox on Qiao Yingzi's legs, Zhang Bairen's face became solemn.

He took the letter and slowly stretched it out. The next moment, Zhang Bairen's face changed wildly, his body was shaking, and his face turned pale: "The great Confucian king Tongtian is approaching, so please go and talk!"

Taking a deep breath and stabilizing his slightly swaying body, Zhang Bairen suddenly jumped, and the mountains and rivers under his feet kept retreating. Wang Tong was obviously fine, how could his life suddenly be close?

In just half a day, Zhang Bairen came to Changbai Mountain.

Since the emergence of papermaking, Wang Tong has come to Changbai Mountain to teach with peace of mind, hoping to carry forward the orthodox Confucianism of knowledge. He never thought that his life was almost there!

"Ya Shang Academy" stood in front of the quaint gate. Zhang Bairen opened his eyes and could see the shaking air of the sky in the void.

If Wang Tong died, it would be a huge blow to the court or the aristocratic families.

"But the Grand Governor has arrived?" Two scholars in front of the Yashang Academy looked around and saw Zhang Bairen and quickly came forward.

"It's this governor," Zhang Bairen nodded.

"Mr. I have given the order. When the governor comes, I go in directly. Mr. waits for the governor for a long time." The doorman lowered his voice, with a deep voice.

He stepped into the door slowly and rubbed Shutong's head: "Don't worry, the sky cannot fall!"

"Sir, the Governor has arrived!"

Walking through the layers of towers, I saw Shutong yelling at the door of the house.

"Please come in quickly." Wang Tong's voice came from the room.

The door of the house opened, and Wang Tong sat upright in front of the desk, slowly writing something.

"Sir" Zhang Bairen bowed.

"Sit down!" Wang Tong had a smile on his face.

Zhang Bairen looked at Wang Tong, and his skin was filled with qi and blood, and he did not look a little aging, but his fate was approaching. This was the great power of Confucianism.

"Don't have such an expression. Birth, old age, sickness and death are the normal feelings of human beings." Wang Tong put down his pen, slowly rolled up the paper in his hand, and put it in a jade box: "This is the cycle of reincarnation in the way of heaven!"

"Looking back, I have known Mr. Hun for more than twenty years without realizing it. When the Sui Dynasty was able to reverse the situation and turn the tide, thanks to Mr. Hun, the Confucian support," Zhang Bairen expressed a hint of emotion.

"Follow me." Wang Tong led Zhang Bairen to the outside of the yard and came to a bonfire. There were residual bonfires. On the bonfire, the turtle shells shattered: "I am a great Sui Dynasty, and the great Sui Dynasty is approaching! Invincible people will have to overcome fate! Even the ancient gods have to surrender under the power of fate."

"It's a pity that I harmed Confucianism and dragged it into the muddy water. I'm sorry, sir." Zhang Bairen looked at the mottled turtle shell, with blood stains on it, and suddenly realized that Wang Tong was backfired by the secret of heaven.

"Wrong!" Wang Tong corrected it seriously: "You are not sorry for Confucianism. With papermaking and printing, even if the dynasties change, my Confucianism will still prosper. This is the foundation of my Confucianism for generations. You deserve the title of Confucianism as a sub-sage teacher!"

Speaking of this, Wang Tong sighed softly: "What a pity, Confucianism cannot give you more help and support. The future path depends on you. There is no hope in the Great Sui Dynasty, so you should wash your hands early."

Zhang Bairen was silent after hearing this, and after a while, he said, "My life is from me, not from heaven, and I have already seen the way to the Daoyang God. As long as I step onto the Daoyang God, no one can destroy the Great Sui Dynasty."

"If the Great Sui Dynasty does not perish, you will never be able to step into the Daoyang God!" Wang Tong pointed out: "No one can tamper with his fate. If the Great Sui Dynasty does not perish, the will of heaven in the dark will not give you a chance to break through. The Great Sui Dynasty is the time when you break through. Only when you break through the realm can you ask the heaven: Is my fate my destiny?"

Wang Tong's words, Zhang Bairen was hit by lightning, and his body was stiff, and his eyes were full of disbelief. He had never considered this.

"If the Great Sui Dynasty does not perish, I will not be able to break through to the Daoyang God and cannot live forever? What should I do?" Zhang Bairen's face gradually turned pale.

"Oh" Wang Tong looked at the sun in the sky and returned to the room: "I'll give this to you, this is my lifelong effort."

Wang Tong handed over the jade box that he had written before. Zhang Bairen took the jade box and suddenly turned his hand. A drop of burning red blood appeared in front of Wang Tong like a phoenix that was about to fly.

"Sir, can you tell what this is?" Zhang Bairen stared at Wang Tong with his eyes.

"Phoenix Blood! I didn't expect that Phoenix Blood was really in your hands!" Wang Tong was stunned.

"A drop of phoenix blood will last at least a thousand years of life. The life span of Mr. is close, but he met me. I should be destined to be with this drop of phoenix blood." Zhang Bairen stared at Wang Tong tightly.

Wang Tonghu laughed: "Forget it, life span is determined by heaven, so why should I go against the will of heaven? Thank you for your kindness, there is no need for phoenix blood. A person is enough to live for a lifetime, what's the point of living for such a long time?"

This time it was Zhang Bairen's turn to be stunned. Unexpectedly, there were still people in this world who could resist the temptation of phoenix blood.

"Sir..." Zhang Bairen looked disbelief.

Wang Tong shook his head: "Come on, talk with me and walk through the last journey."

Wang Tong signaled Zhang Bairen to sit down and looked at the books in the room. Wang Tong said: "I have been studying all my life and have long understood the destiny. Although the cycle of life and death is impermanent, it is just a new beginning for me."

"Sir, what a high level," Zhang Bairen praised.

"The realm may not be high, I just peeked at a corner of the world." Wang Tong smiled and poured a cup of hot tea with Zhang Bairen: "What are you going to do about the Great Sui Dynasty?"

"The Sui Dynasty was in chaos, and the families of the world emerged together. Foreign races outside the border would inevitably enter the pass, and the people were suffering. As a Taoist practitioner, I will naturally save the people of the world from the water and fire." Zhang Bairen's eyes flashed.

Listening to Zhang Bairen's words, Wang Tong slowly drank a cup of tea: "With the governor here, it is a blessing for the people of the world. It's a pity that Your Majesty has no blessing, and a game of chess has collapsed."

After talking for a while, Wang Tong looked calm and stood up slowly: "Governor later!"

Wang Tong went to the back hall, started bathing and cleansing his body, dressed in meticulously, came to the hall again, and looked at Zhang Bairen with a smile: "Governor, see you in the next life!"

"Sir, I know the destiny of heaven!" A trace of sadness flashed in Zhang Bairen's eyes.

"The power of heaven is vast, and I will prosper! I hope the governor will have more support for me, Confucianism. When I see the governor's divine light from the sky, he has already surpassed his fate. It is obviously broken. However, if you help the Sui Dynasty, you will not be able to truly break through the Sui Dynasty in one day. The governor still needs to make a good plan!"

After saying that, Wang Tong actually walked into the coffin calmly, then closed his eyes and then silenced.

"Sir!" Zhang Bairen grabbed the coffin with his hands.

"boom!"

The vast light that penetrated the sky and the earth dissipated, and countless monks in the world looked at each other, and they all changed their colors in shock. Countless Confucian students cried in their hearts and shouted: "Sir!"

Wang Tong is dead!

Looking at Wang Tong with a calm expression, Zhang Bairen only realized that there are really people in this world who can face life and death calmly and not be greedy for immortality.

"gentlemen!"

Countless teachers in the academy walked into the house, their eyes full of tears.

"Sir, I have been studying all my life and don't like luxury. Just hide it like this!" Zhang Bairen took a deep breath and ordered.

Hearing this, the disciples began to arrange for funerals.

Confucian students from all walks of life came to pay their respects from thousands of miles to pay their respects. Zhang Bairen stayed in the academy for seven days. After Wang Tong was buried, he prepared his itinerary and thought about the matter of the Sui Dynasty.

"If the Great Sui Dynasty fails, I will not be able to enter the Dao!" Standing on the back mountain of the academy and looking at the lush forest, Zhang Bairen's mind was constantly echoing this thought.

On the one hand, the Sui Dynasty survived and countless people suffered, and on the other hand, the Supreme Taoist Yang God, who lived and lived forever. What has Taoist practiced? It is not for the sake of longevity. Both of these are the beliefs in their own hearts. Once the two sides conflict and collapse, it will be a fatal blow to Zhang Bairen.

Many people have a clear answer to this question whether to live forever or to live forever. It is better for me to live forever. Who cares about the life and death of those ants? The most ruthless and foolish ones are the people!

"Sir, I'm going to have a big problem!"

"I don't believe it! I must make a breakthrough!"
Chapter completed!