Passing through a gate archway that is dozens of meters high, there is a road that leads directly to the center between the halls and pavilions. The light falls on the road, like a path to heaven.
Going up the stairs, thousands of disciples from the academy came along to welcome Fang Xiu. Looking down, the stairs were crowded with figures, their wide robes fluttering in the light, standing on both sides holding books or bamboo slips, like immortals in the heavenly palace waiting for the Emperor to return.
Each of them had once left a great name in the world of the living, either benefiting some people or educating others. Each of them possessed a strong aura of merit. At this moment, they were all waiting beside the stairs, waiting for the arrival of a legendary person.
A man in a Confucian robe walked up the stairs, his footsteps landing on the steps as if he was walking on clouds.
Everyone looked at the man with different expressions, some were full of respect, some nodded seriously, some smiled and greeted, and everyone bowed their heads when he passed by.
It seems as if paying tribute to this saint who preached the world and educated mankind.
"Dong!" The bell sound was long and melodious, penetrating into people's hearts.
“Boom!”
One bell after another, with every step the saint took, following the sound of the bells, the light on his body became brighter.
As he went along, the vast merits and luck of the literary saint were released like the sun.
Wensheng walked to the center and raised his head to look upwards. On the high platform, in front of the palace, three saints with rich light shining on their bodies lowered their heads at the same time and connected with him.
The light emanating from the Saint of Literature illuminated the sky and earth, turning into a pillar of light that connected with the light of incense in the sky.
The vast light of merit and virtue illuminated thousands of miles, dispelling all the dark clouds, and the entire blessed place of Xundu Academy in the netherworld was sublimated in an instant.
He was holding a white jade slip in his hand, and at this moment he was combined with the saint. The holy sound of the Tao came out from it, and the articles and scriptures of the Xundu Academy that had been passed down for hundreds of years came out from it, turning into golden talismans that surrounded him and scattered into the numerous buildings and palaces.
He walked forward slowly, carrying with him the golden words transformed from the numerous scriptures and classics, and finally stood on the high platform, ranked first.
Fang Xiu looked at Zhuang Sheng, Yi Sheng and Yi Sheng beside him. All the people present were his disciples, and these three were the best among his disciples and were called saints.
The last time Fang Xiu saw Zhuang Sheng was hundreds of years ago. At that time, Zhuang Sheng was not yet called Zhuang Sheng. He was just a student under his lecture, named Zhuang Li. When he left, he appointed him as the second master of the academy.
At that time, Dahuan was just established and humanity was flourishing.
Afterwards, Yi Sheng and Yi Sheng both bowed to Fang Xiuxing and greeted him, "Greetings, Feng Sheng!"
Fang Xiu nodded slightly, while Zhuang Sheng looked at Master Feng, who had taught him and answered his questions. He was overwhelmed with emotions for a moment, and after a long moment he only said, "Zhuang Li greets the Master!"
Four saints stood on a high platform, with the leading saint holding a jade slip of preaching, and the light covered the sky and the sun, covering everything.
"Welcome back the Holy Lord!"
Throughout the Xundu Academy, thousands of wise men and sages radiating light bowed to the four saints who were high above them, making a sound like thunder and sea cheers.
Feng Sheng looked at the complete disciples and threw the preaching jade slip in his hand from a high place, as if a ray of scorching sun was rising from his hand.
The preaching jade slip spun upwards and merged with the power of incense and vows in the sky.
Above the sky, the preaching jade slip combined the power of all the Taoist incense and merits of the world of the living and the world of the dead into one, instantly turning into the size of a mountain, and then slowly spread out, standing horizontally in the sky and emitting layers of halos.
Layer upon layer of strange scenes came out from the preaching jade slip, including the scene of the century-old academy educating the human race, the statues of masters and sages from generation to generation, and the golden text that kept flowing.
“Boom!”
The Xundu Academy on the underworld also underwent changes at this time, and was gradually separated from the earth.
At this time, the four saints rose up together with the entire academy, flew into the sky little by little, and then slowly landed on the preaching jade slip.
The preaching jade slip carries the entire Xundu Academy like the earth, and stands together with the Xundu Academy above the sky of the underworld.
All the sages and philosophers in the academy, generations of teachers, and several saints were now deeply connected with the jade slip of preaching, sharing the same fate and destiny.
From then on, the Xundu Academy was no longer the same as an ordinary shrine, but a truly sacred place.
The moment this preaching jade slip truly transforms into the fourth level, it is no longer an ordinary fourth level magic weapon, but a fourth level incense and fortune instrument. All the literary saints and sons of the Xundu Academy will be transformed into spirits of the preaching jade slip, turning from virtual to real, and no longer be limited by Yin Shou and eroded by the power of incense.
If one day, this preaching jade slip can be transformed into a magical device, carrying the destiny of the human race, the spirits of these saints and wise men will also become immortal and forever dominate the human race.
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In front of Yin Tianzi City, there is a huge natural barrier that goes straight into the sky. The top is not visible at all. Above the top is shrouded in clouds and mist, and thunder flashes. Only the three large words "Ghost Gate" can be vaguely seen, emitting a powerful pressure that suppresses and restrains all the evil ghosts and spirits above and below the Ghost Gate.
Chang De arrived at the Ghost Gate on the ghost carriage and saw tens of millions of ghosts gathered in front of the Ghost Gate. They were locked and driven inside by the ghosts and gods. The ghosts in tattered clothes and ghost clothes slowly moved forward and entered the gate.
At this point, Changde took out the edict from the god of the ancient mountain and did not stop along the way. The ghost generals flew through the main gate of Ghost Gate. A ray of light was projected from the plaque of Ghost Gate, shining on Changde's divine edict, and the light curtain was unlocked with a rumble and passed through.
Continuing forward, although some ghosts and gods flew into Yintianzi City on chariots, few were as powerful as Changde. Even in the underworld, gods of the rank of Changde were rare. Most of them were ghost officials without titles, or low-level officials of the underworld.
Flying past the surging Yellow Spring River, countless dead bodies were struggling in it. The road was covered with bright red flowers, so beautiful that even ghosts and gods would stop to look.
The Sanzu River, the Naihe Bridge, and the ghost in front of the Sansheng Stone looking back and crying and refusing to leave, all of these are just as in the legend.
"Is this Yin Tianzi City, the place that controls the reincarnation of the world and the life and death of all living beings?"
"And the person I'm going to meet this time is the Emperor of the Underworld who controls the cycle of life and death!"
Chang De's gaze was cast towards a ghost town hall in the distance, where all the ghosts and evil spirits eventually gathered.
In the center, a heavy and ancient bronze temple exudes the power to suppress the entire underworld, and it is located on the undulating mountains.
And the ruler of the underworld, Yin Tianzi, is there.