The sea of rules, where the Confucian avenue is!
There are some differences between Mulberry Avenue and other avenues. Beside Mulberry Avenue, there is a majestic righteousness that is so thick that it becomes foggy.
The billowing awe-inspiring righteousness and wide coverage make people shocked and inexplicable.
Mulberry Avenue seems to grow out of the fog. No rhizomes in sight!
Around Mulberry Avenue, there is a group of Confucian disciples Faxiang, but no one can enter the foggy area.
At this moment, a group of Confucian disciples surrounded the bottom, the place where Confucius Dharma.
Confucius sat cross-legged on a tree trunk on the mulberry avenue.
Eyes closed, motionless.
"Patriarch Zhongni!" All the disciples exclaimed.
However, Confucius Faxiang did not wake up anyway.
After all, this is the world of dharma. The dharma is not like the external body. The main body has strong emotions, but the dharma is more rational. No crying, but just feel the cumbersome problem.
"Zilu, Zixia, Master has fallen!" A Dharma figure said bitterly.
A group of Confucius disciples surrounded Confucius, each with extremely ugly faces.
"Sun Wu killed it? Jiang Tai also has a share! My body is already angry at this moment, and I want to be at odds with the military!" One of the Dharma figures said in a deep voice.
"So is my body!"
"The patriarch is doing great, and the Confucian scholars all over the world are crying out in mourning!"
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All the dharma figures around him surrounded him, and they all showed deep sorrowful expressions when they saw Confucius' dharma figure not moving.
At this time, two huge Dharma images came.
These two dharmas are different from others, and each has followers behind him.
"Mencius! Xunzi!" Fa Xiang, a disciple of Confucius, frowned.
Xunzi's appearance is an old man in a white robe, with a calm demeanor, white hair and white eyebrows. Although he is not a Confucian giant, Confucianism and Taoism are profound, and a branch of Xunzi Dao is extremely thick. It is connected to Confucius' main trunk, and it is not weak. It is the backbone, and Confucius's is the feeling of the branches.
With the fall of Confucius, the trunk of Confucius collapsed and withered, and the branches of Xunzi became more and more obvious.
Xunzi walked up to Confucius' Dharma Prime Minister.
Xunzi's Dharma image, with his right hand placed on top of Confucius' head. He closed his eyes slightly, as if sensing something.
Mencius Faxiang looked at it, but he let out a sigh of relief.
Suddenly, Xunzi opened his eyes, let go of his hand from Confucius' forehead, and turned to look at the Dharma figures.
"Confucius died, but his soul is still there, reincarnated. Don't worry, after a few years, when Confucius' reincarnated body understands Confucianism again, at that time, this Dharma figure will wake up again!" Xunzi said.
"Really?" Confucius and his disciples shouted.
In the real world, the seventy-two disciples of Confucius all showed ecstasy.
Some disciples almost fainted from crying, how could the master fall
What good news it is to hear that I can still wake up now.
In the sea of rules.
"Xunzi, my body, let me be grateful to you!" Faxiang, a disciple of Confucius, saluted respectfully.
"Xunzi, my body also makes me grateful to you!"
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One after another, Confucius disciples saluted Xunzi.
Xunzi Faxiang shook his head: "The person who should be thanked should not be me, but Mencius!"
"Huh?" Everyone was at a loss for a while.
"Confucius was trapped in Sun Wu's military grave this time. Once he entered the Taoist world, his soul would be hard to escape. Confucius might have died in body and spirit, but it was Mencius who invited Jiang Tai to persuade Sun Wu , although they also killed Confucius, but let Confucius’s soul reincarnate, and in the future, if you don’t die, you can see Confucius again. Therefore, the person you should thank should be Mencius!” Xunzi looked at Look at Mencius.
"Thank you, Meng Sheng!" A group of Confucius disciples respectfully bowed to Mencius.
Mencius shook his head in Faxiang: "You don't need to thank me, this may be the last time I will participate in Confucianism and Taoism together!"
"Oh?" Xunzi showed a trace of doubt.
"I have promised Jiang Tai that I will join the Buddhist family!" Mencius said solemnly.
"What?" All the Confucian disciples exclaimed.
Even Xunzi showed surprise.
"How can it be? Jiang Tai is the murderer who killed the giant, Meng Sheng, how can you join the gang of thieves?" Yan Hui's Faxiang exclaimed.
But Xunzi said in a deep voice: "Mencius, you are different from other Confucian disciples. You are a Confucian sage and know the situation of my Confucianism. How could you...?"
Faxiang Mencius nodded and said, "Don't worry Xun Sheng, I have already told Jiang Tai that I will not reveal anything about Confucianism, and in the future, I will never be an enemy of Confucianism!"
"That's not allowed!" Yan Hui's Faxiang exclaimed.
Xunzi frowned and said, "Don't make noise, listen to Mencius!"
Mencius nodded: "Xun Sheng, you know the importance of the patriarch to Confucianism. If I don't agree to Jiang Tai's request this time, Jiang Tai will not be able to persuade Sun Wu to release the soul of the patriarch. Dao, join the Buddhist school, the Buddhist school will never die, I have always been a disciple of the Buddhist school, just to save the soul of Confucius, and to repay the teacher's kindness!"
After Mencius finished speaking, all the Confucian disciples fell silent.
At this moment, no one blamed Mencius anymore. Mencius joined Buddhism to save Confucius.
"Sacrificing one's life for righteousness to serve the devil with one's body? Meng Sheng, congratulations on your enlightenment to a higher level, and understanding the realm of sacrificing one's life for righteousness!" Xunzi congratulated.
Mencius nodded: "Those who are not religious leaders are inherently mortal. They may be more important than Mount Tai or lighter than a feather. The righteousness of the teacher's kindness is more important than ten thousand mountains. For this kindness and righteousness, I can choose to give up everything!"
A group of Confucian disciples fell silent again.
"Mencius, you mean, as long as the Buddhist school is not destroyed, you are a disciple of the Buddhist school. Once the Buddhist school is destroyed, you will return?" Yan Hui asked.
Mencius nodded: "I have Confucianism in my heart, and Confucianism is everywhere! If Buddhism perishes, I will come back!"
"That's good, Mencius Gao Yi, I am grateful to the body, Yan Hui promised Meng Sheng that in the future, the Buddhist family will be destroyed, and Meng Sheng will be brought back!" Yan Hui's Dharma image solemnly said.
Mencius nodded.
"boom!"
Suddenly, on the Confucian avenue, the huge branch where Mencius was located suddenly broke open.
A huge mulberry branch broke away from the mulberry tree.
"Everyone, Jiang Tai didn't destroy Confucius' body. He has been escorted back to his hometown. If you want, you can go to his funeral, but I can't go there. Take care!" Mencius said.
After Mencius finished speaking, he slowly flew away towards the distance with his huge tree branch.
But behind Mencius, there are fifty Dharma figures, all of whom are followers of Mencius.
No matter where Mencius went, his fifty followers followed closely.
"Master, which direction are we going?" asked a follower.
"Buddhist Bian Que, open the secret realm of heaven and earth to my body, I already know the direction, follow me!" Mencius Faxiang explained.
"Azimuth? Since the azimuth has already appeared, why not let the Confucianist Dao go and annex the Buddhist Dao?" the disciple Faxiang asked in confusion.
Mencius shook his head: "People cannot be established without faith. In my Confucianism and Taoism, faith comes first!"
"Yes!" The group of disciples nodded and said no more.
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The surname of Ji is the clan. The top of a mountain.
King Chu Zhao stood in front of Zhu Rong, and there was another man in front of Zhu Rong.
"Master, that's the news from senior brother, there is no big movement!" The man said with a frown.
"Impossible, Confucius died so easily? At least let me know, who is behind him?" Zhu Rong said with a gloomy face.
"No, but news came from Yingdu. It seems that Yan Hui was distraught at first, and then ecstatically, saying in his mouth, 'Fortunately, Master has reincarnated, he can still live, he can still live!'" said the man.
"Sun Wu's soldier's tomb, that's the Dao world. If Confucius died, he should be completely dead, unless Sun Wu did it on purpose?" Zhu Rong narrowed his eyes.
"By the way, Mencius seems to be in Daleiyin Temple, maybe it's because of Mencius?" King Chu Zhao said with a changed expression.
"No, Jiang Tai's will, Sun Wu's will, it is impossible to make such a mistake, they must know something, know what Confucius has behind him! Damn, what is it?" Zhu Rong said with a gloomy face.
"Master, although I didn't see the background of Confucius this time, at least Confucianism has been seriously injured this time. If the younger brother uses Confucianism, it will be easier to get started!" said the man.
King Chu Zhao changed his expression and nodded.
"Master, I'll go back and stabilize the Confucian disciples first!" King Chu Zhao said.
"En!" Zhu Rong nodded.
"Let me send my junior brother to Yingdu as soon as possible!" said the man.
Zhu Rong nodded, and then fell into deep thought again.
With the help of an immortal, King Chu Zhao quickly returned to Yingdu.
At this moment, a large number of Confucian disciples in Yingdu gathered here, and they seemed to be leaving!
"Mr. Yan Hui, what are you doing?" King Chu Zhao suddenly exclaimed.
Yan Hui looked at King Chu Zhao: "Your Majesty, the master has fallen, and the body has been transported back to the country of Lu. We are going back to participate in the funeral of the master! We bid farewell to the king of Chu!"
"Ah? Funeral? Sir, my country of Chu cannot do without you!" King Chu Zhao said immediately.
Hearing King Chu Zhao's persuasion, Yan Hui and the others felt relieved: "Your Majesty, don't worry, although the giant is dead, we will still implement the policy he set back then. We will come back after the master is buried!"
"Okay, okay, I'm waiting for you gentlemen!" King Chu Zhao said immediately.
A group of Confucian disciples nodded, and then left quickly.
Leaving Gongshuban alone, he watched Yan Hui and the others leave from a distance.
"Mr. Gongshu, didn't you join Confucianism? Why didn't you go to Confucius' funeral?" King Chu asked curiously.
Gongshu Pan shook his head and said, "Since Confucius is dead, there is no need for me to join Confucianism. Just now, I left Confucianism!"
"Ah?" King Chu was slightly taken aback.
"Confucius' funeral is not that simple. I just learned about it. Mencius broke away from Confucianism. Confucius fell. , this funeral may become a battlefield for them to compete for the status of Confucianism. Therefore, it is best not to go!" Gongshu Pan shook his head and said.
"Confucian civil strife?" King Chu asked in surprise.
"Very likely!" Gongshuban nodded.