noffsinger Chapter 1073: Questioning the Confucian Sage
Chapter 1073: Questioning the Confucian Sage
Chapter 1073: Questioning the Confucian Sage
The fusion of holy nature is an opportunity that almost all quasi-saints hope to encounter.
This is especially true for the Saint of Literature and Taoism.
Because the sage of the Way of Literature was given the responsibility of managing this Way by the Heavenly Dao at the beginning of his birth, the sage of the Way of Literature is naturally superior to the sage of the Way of Cultivation.
However, there is a side effect of fusing the Saint.
That is bound to the direction of Tao.
If Lin Su integrates the holy character of the Saint of Painting, and then uses this holy character as a guide to embark on his path to becoming a saint, his future holy path must be based on the path of painting.
Most people do not have difficulty in making a choice, because in their minds, as long as they can become a saint, it doesn’t matter what path they take.
But Lin Su did not want the rest of his life to be bound by such a small holy status.
The saint he wants is a saint who can integrate his three paths into one, and it must not be a saint of the side path of literature!
Lin Su slowly raised his eyes and stared at the vague Eye of Heaven in the sky: "If Heaven is the father, all living beings are children, think about it, you are actually quite sad. You are getting old and your future is uncertain, and you have to use your own blood to pave the way for your children... I will return this holy frame to you. I hope it can help you survive for a few more years!"
With a puff, Shengge was crushed into pieces in Lin Su's hands.
Strands of holy energy, centered on his palm, passed through mysterious passages and went straight to the top of Juedao Mountain.
In the sky, the dense dark clouds suddenly parted, revealing a brilliant sunset glow...
The sunset glowed like an unusual eye, falling on Lin Su's face through the gap...
The rays of light reflected back, and the clouds in the sky turned blood red at this moment...
The mournful music started, and blood rained down from the sky...
Floating in the mountains and rivers of foreign lands, floating in the three heavens, floating in the holy lake, and also floating in the seven countries and thirteen states...
"The Saint has died!" In the Purple Gold Pavilion of the Great Cang Kingdom, Ji Guang suddenly opened the window on the left, looked up at the sky, with a look of surprise and doubt on his face.
Zhang Haoran, who was sitting opposite him, also had a changed expression: "Which saint is it?"
Zhang Juzheng, who was standing opposite him, had a gleam in his eyes: "Above the sky, there are thousands of miles of snow-capped mountains, the bright moon is faintly visible, the moon on the snowy mountains at night... painting... the painter!"
His voice had changed.
Ji Guang and Zhang Haoran's hearts were pounding at the same time.
The Three Heavens were too far away from them, and the Death of Saints should also be extremely far away from them.
However, they could not ignore one thing, the entanglement between Lin Su and the Painting Saint family.
There are seventeen holy families in the world, no, now there are eighteen including the military families. However, there is only one family that has the worst relationship with Lin Su, and that is the Painting Saint Family.
They also secretly wondered whether the time bomb that Lin Su had buried in the mortal world when he entered the temple would suddenly explode one day and become a disaster for Lin Su.
And today, a saint who could have caused a catastrophic disaster to Lin Su died!
What on earth happened here?
In the triple heaven, how is the battle for the great way played out?
Why did two saints die in less than a year? First there was the Saint of Music, then the Saint of Painting, who will be next?
Zhang Juzheng's white beard trembled slightly: "Now I really want to see my father. I want to ask him what happened in the temple..."
If there is one person who can be asked about the secrets of Sanchong, that person is undoubtedly the father who has not been seen for more than 30 years.
He didn't know what position his father held, he didn't even know whether his father was alive or dead, but he must have some understanding of the inside story of the temple. He hoped to find out how far the literary genius, the only person he cared about, had progressed.
There was no way he could have imagined that.
His father was already the master of the temple.
And the person he was concerned about had just killed the painting saint with his own hands...
The ancestral pavilion of the Painting Saint's family collapsed with a loud bang, the ancestral tablets were shattered into pieces, the statues of the ancestors turned into dust, the Holy Lord and the elders trembled all over, and behind them, in the mysterious Peach Blossom Land, all the flowers withered, and the holy aura that protected the Holy Family for a thousand years dissipated in the blink of an eye...
In the Holy Temple, the whole palace was silent, and everyone felt a chill down their spine...
In the third heaven, the Confucian sage stood up and looked into the distance. In his eyes, holy light was circling for thousands of miles, but he still could not see what was happening.
"The Confucian Master and the Painting Master have fallen. What kind of incident has happened?"
The poet sage reached the capital of Confucianism in one step.
The sage of Zongheng reached the Confucian capital in one step.
Zhisheng went to the Confucian capital in one step.
Above the military capital, the huge flags that were always fluttering in the wind suddenly stopped at this moment.
Above the chess capital, the chess saint flew through the air in one step and landed in front of the military saint.
"The Saint of Painting has left the country, but even the Saint of Confucianism doesn't know why he left the country!" said the Saint of Chess.
The Soldier Saint raised his eyes suddenly: "Do you really not know, or are you pretending not to know? Who knows?"
The eyes of the chess master seemed to have turned into two black and white chess pieces again, and his expression was extremely serious...
Thousands of miles away, the capital of Confucianism!
The image of the Confucian saint suddenly enlarged, and it seemed to cover the sky and the earth. He slowly turned in the air and swept across the sky, as if sweeping across the mountains and rivers for thousands of miles: "Master!"
"exist!"
The Dharma image of the Dharma Saint is also magnified.
"Investigate immediately to find out who killed Hua Zun. No matter who it was, or who was implicated, bring them all to the Heavenly Dao Holy Altar!"
The Dharma Saint bowed slightly: "That's exactly what should be done!"
The Confucian sage opened his eyes and looked towards Bingdu with infinite majesty.
Above the Military Capital, the Military Saint and the Chess Saint stood side by side.
I also felt the tremendous deterrent power brought by this Dharma image.
They knew clearly that the Confucian sage had murderous intentions.
The goals of the Confucian sages are also extremely clear.
There are only a handful of people in the world who can kill the Saint of Painting, and the most likely one is the Saint of War.
No matter whether he took action, or other saints in his camp took action, or saints from foreign lands took action, as long as they were related to any saint in the camp of the Saint of War, he would have a reason to take action!
At this point, it is no longer a dispute in the ordinary sense.
Instead, all the cards were revealed, and the fighting began in close combat with swords.
This is because killing a saint is something that goes against one's bottom line and is not tolerated by the holy rules of heaven!
Anyone who breaks this bottom line should pay the price!
One command...
One answer...
A chill instantly enveloped the Three Heavens, and all the saints' hearts were beating wildly...
Suddenly, a holy light rose from the distant Mianzun Bridge!
The holy light transformed into a holy curtain, spanning the three heavens from the other side of the Mianzun Bridge.
A man walked slowly on the bridge with three holy lights behind his head. It was Lin Su.
Lin Su's voice came: "No need to investigate, the Painting Saint died in my hands!"
After the ten words were heard, the two statues of Dharma that towered in the air turned around at the same time and stared at Lin Su.
Above the military capital, the military flag that had just been rolled up was motionless again.
The entire three heavens were as silent as the eternal night, and a suffocatingly thick aura enveloped the three heavens.
Everyone was stunned...
Lin Su said calmly: "If the Confucian Master wants to enter the Heavenly Dao Holy Altar, I will enter the Heavenly Dao Holy Altar. All the Holy Masters, please come in!"
Take one step forward, and it will be a great step forward!
It spanned the sky and landed directly in front of the Holy Altar of Heaven.
He gently stretched out his hand, and the door to the Holy Altar of Heaven rumbled open.
The holy light in the sky was bright, and sixteen saints fell from the sky at the same time.
Staring at Lin Su who walked in from the door.
Lin Su raised his head slowly: "The Painting Saint is a fellow traveler of Fengya! He is an evil demon from a foreign land. He is also the devil eagle that destroyed the Three Thousand Confucian Temples with his own hands a thousand years ago!"
With just these few words, a huge disturbance occurred in the Holy Altar of Heaven.
The Sage slowly lowered his head, his eyes like chains of magic, the chains rattling in the air: "What evidence do you have?"
Lin Su said: "Watch!"
His brows lit up, and a projection appeared before the saints...
A strange mountain...
A butterfly...
The butterfly becomes a painting saint...
After a conversation, Lin Su revealed his true identity, and the Painting Saint did not deny it...
The image ends here, and the Holy Altar of Heaven is as quiet as night.
The saints' hearts were beating wildly. Images could be faked, but this image was not just an image, it was captured by the great power of literature and Taoism, and it contained energy.
The Qi is exactly the Qi of the Saint of Painting. Under the supervision of the saints, it is impossible for anyone to fake it.
The Saint of Painting is indeed the devil eagle that destroyed the three thousand Confucian temples outside the city gate that day.
As long as he had this understanding, Lin Su's killing of the Saint of Painting would be justified.
The Sage of War slowly leaned forward and said, "The Sage of Literature and Taoism, the foreign evil demon, destroyed three thousand Confucian temples with his own hands, and his hands are stained with the blood of the human race! I dare to ask the saints, do you still want to ask Lin Su about the crime of killing the saint?"
The saints were completely speechless.
The boundless aura of the Confucian saint and the legal saint at the beginning disappeared under this image.
Facts speak louder than words.
The facts are there, how to argue?
The Confucian sage sighed deeply: "The human heart is in the realm of benevolence, the ghost heart is in the realm of demons, humans and ghosts are on different paths and cannot communicate with each other. Wu Zheng is actually a traitor from a foreign land. Who would have thought? How did Lin Zhunsheng see through this traitor? How did he kill this traitor?"
Wu Zheng is the real name of the Saint of Painting.
Normally, no one mentions the saint's real name, but now, the Saint of Painting has been determined to be a treacherous foreigner, so naturally he cannot be called the Saint of Painting.
The change of name meant that the Confucian sage's position had fundamentally changed.
Of course, he also had to change.
This topic of his is also a common doubt among all the saints...
The Saint of Painting, oh, no, Wu Zheng has been exposed at this moment, and this is the result.
They already know the result, but what about the process?
How did you find out this cunning and treacherous traitor?
How did you, a quasi-saint, kill him?
The video only records the first half of the conversation between Lin Su and the Painting Saint Wu Zheng, and lacks the middle link where he answered the Painting Saint's questions. This middle link concerns the great changes of the foreign saint, which Lin Su certainly could not reveal to the other saints.
What about facing the doubts of the saints?
Use your mouth to say...
Lin Su said: "For this matter, we should owe a favor to a race, the Spirit Race! If the Spirit Race had not risked leaving behind the ten secret leaves that were destroyed in the Confucian Temple, I would never have been able to capture the aura of the Saint of Literature hidden in this secret leaf..."
On that day, Lin Su traveled to the Spirit Tribe and obtained ten secret leaves from the Spirit Tribe.
Through the secret leaf, he sensitively captured the sacred power of literature and Taoism on the so-called magic eagle (this original leaf was also displayed in front of the saints at this moment. It was the original one, not the one that Lin Su presented to the hall master later and had been deleted. When this leaf fell into the eyes of the saints, half of the saints could also sensitively discover the sacred power of literature and Taoism through this leaf).
After discovering the Holy Machine of Literature and Taoism, Lin Su knew that the so-called "Eagle Demon" that day was actually a human saint of literature and Taoism in disguise. He also knew that there must be foreign visitors in the Third Heaven.
In order to lure out this cunning visitor, Lin Su entered the palace master's hall and delivered a message: as long as the phantom root is found, the Zhoutian Mirror can be moved to the next level, and the energy left on this layer of secret leaves can be transformed into physical spiritual dew, so as to find this person's true body.
The traitor became anxious when he heard this.
He had only two options: either kill Lin Su or destroy the Zhoutian Mirror.
Or the phantom spiritual root is destroyed.
It was difficult for him to kill Lin Su with one strike, so he inquired about the location of the phantom spirit root through secret channels.
There was no phantom root in this world originally, but one had just been formed on the top of Juedao Mountain outside Guancheng.
Lin Su had been to Juedao Mountain, so he knew.
He also believed that this powerful traitor could find this top-secret clue.
So, he waited in Juedao Mountain and waited for the traitor to appear. This traitor was the Saint of Painting!
This is the whole process of how he was able to find out the traitor.
The use of a strategy!
It sounds extremely complicated, but Lin Suyi's interpretation is not complicated. However, the wisdom and military thinking that penetrated it still opened the eyes of the saints.
The wise saint sighed deeply: "Lin Zhunsheng's plan is to plan what others plan and calculate what others calculate. He is truly a genius of the wisdom way!"
He himself is the pinnacle of wisdom, and his praise is truly the highest evaluation of wisdom under the heavens.
Lin Su bowed and thanked him.
The Confucian sage nodded gently: "The young are truly formidable. Lin Zhunsheng devised a clever plan to lure the snake out of its hole. This should be a story that will be passed down through the ages. So, how did Lin Zhunsheng kill this traitor?"
Yes, this is perhaps what the saints are most concerned about.
Whether it is the saints on Lin Su's side or the saints on the opposite side, they all want to know the true combat power of Lin Su, the quasi-saint of the Heavenly Dao.
Is it really possible to kill the saint?
Lin Su bowed and said, "I have recorded the killing process in full and will present it to all the saints!"
His brows lit up again, and the battle process was clearly presented...
In the clash of holy powers, Lin Su was slightly inferior, but this in itself was thrilling.
The law of space can easily defeat the holy treasure.
Lin Su broke through the quasi-saint of literature and Taoism's vast world and the holy domain of a standard saint.
Final blow!
Everyone didn't blink...
Wu Zheng abandoned his brush and used his finger to paint mountains and rivers!
All the saints were moved by this gesture...
Lin Su's Chaos Lotus was like a punishment from heaven, and all the saints were humiliated...
Lin Su's last words were also deeply reflected in the hearts of the saints, turning into an inexplicable mark: "The Sword of Heaven was born here. Here, its power will be maximized! This is also the reason why I brought you to Juedao Mountain!"
This sentence is really different in different ways...
All the saints had extremely complicated thoughts for a moment...
The Sage of Soldiers spoke slowly: "The pen falls on mountains and rivers! The last attack of this thief was a standard move of the foreign evil demon painting way, which integrated the literary way but also jumped out of the literary way. This move really locked his identity completely. Now there should be no objection. Wu Zheng is the foreign evil demon, and he has combined the two ways into one!"
This is what he saw.
This is also what he reminded the saints.
If there had not been this attack, perhaps some saints would have raised objections to whether things like images and qi could be forged, but this move put an end to all doubts.
No one can forge such a method!
No one in the world can replicate this method!
The Confucian sage sighed deeply: "The evil demons are invading, and they are really everywhere! This sage has decreed that this demon will become a saint, and he should immediately issue a heavenly book of repentance!"
The poet said: "The Confucian master has already said that evil spirits invaded and penetrated every hole. All the saints were unable to detect it. How could it be the fault of the Confucian master alone?"
The Sage of Dharma said: "What the Poet Master said is very true. When humans and demons fight, they will do anything to achieve their goals. It has been said in ancient times that those who do not know are not guilty. If you say this is a crime, then this crime should not be borne by the Confucian Master. We are all guilty!"
The people on the side of the military saint looked at each other in bewilderment...
Again!
Lin Su raised his head slowly: "I think what the Confucian Master said makes sense. Above the holy way, the open and bright way is the great way. The saints should be role models for the world. Even if there are minor flaws, they are mistakes. Unintentional mistakes are also sins! The previous Fengya incident and the Wu Zheng incident. The Confucian Master, as the appointed saint, caused the two evil demons to control the two ways for thousands of years, caused the destruction of three thousand Confucian temples, caused hundreds of millions of people to suffer, and caused the loss of 80,000 miles of territory in Zangzhou. It can't be just a word of "oversight" to be brushed off!"
His voice came from the bottom of the Holy Altar of Heaven, seemingly just a tiny sound.
But the weight of these words is as heavy as the entire altar.
Three thousand Confucian temples were destroyed...
Millions of people suffered...
Eighty thousand miles of territory lost...
Three major sins fell on the head of the Confucian sage at the same time.
This is... holding the Confucian saint accountable!
Who among us dares to question the saint?
Even if he is a saint, who dares to question the Confucian master?
But Lin Su dared!
Today, the Heavenly Dao Altar was opened, originally to hold Lin Su accountable, but Lin Su broke the impasse and fought back. As soon as the shackles on his body were removed, he immediately pointed the spearhead at the Confucian Sage. His angle was very correct and his reasoning was very solid, which was truly justified.
The Confucian sage's eyes slowly fell: "This sage has already said that he will issue a heavenly book of repentance!"
Lin Su smiled faintly: "When Feng Ya's affair was exposed, the Confucian Master also said that he would issue a heavenly book of repentance, but where is the heavenly book? Could it be that the Confucian Master's repentance is just a verbal statement? Confucianism is based on 'benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom and trustworthiness'. 'Trustworthiness' is one of the ways. Doesn't the Confucian Master intend to integrate knowledge and action?"
All the saints were shocked.
This time, his true strength is revealed.
Lin Su faced the Confucian sage without any fear. He fought back fiercely with sharp words and precise angles, all like sharp swords in his hands, showing no mercy and ignoring all taboos.
Even the sage of diplomacy, who was always respected for his words, even the sage of wisdom, who had the wisdom to rule the world with no omissions in his plans, could not get a word in at this moment, because the sage of Confucianism did say these words on that day.
Moreover, "faith" is indeed the foundation of Confucianism.
Lin Su seized upon a fact, seized upon the foundation of the holy way, and forced the Confucian sage to fulfill his promise of that day and immediately issue the Book of Confession!
The Sage of War frowned slightly. He didn't understand for a moment what formation this kid had set up today.
The chessboard was churning in the eyes of the chess master, and he did not understand for a moment what piece the boy had dropped on the board.
At their level, playing chess has its own rules. It requires achieving the greatest results at the lowest cost, and weighing the gains and losses, and the pros and cons must be done meticulously. Therefore, verbal disputes are meaningless to them, and a symbolic "Book of Confessions" is meaningless to their camp.
Therefore, from their perspective, they did not deliberately promote the publication of the Heavenly Book of Confession of Sins, because this would only embarrass the Confucian saints and would not benefit them in any way.
Ordinary people feel pleasure in taking revenge on others and have the desire to embarrass their opponents, but saints do not do that.
Could this be the fundamental reason why Lin Su was so obsessed with the opponent's weakness? - This kid is not a true saint yet, his realm is not that transcendent, he is still a child in essence, he just likes to see his opponent embarrassed?
The Confucian Saint slowly raised his eyes and said, "What Saint Lin Zhun said makes sense! This Saint has established the "Heavenly Book of Confessions"!"
He raised his hand slightly, and a piece of gold paper appeared in the void.
"The Book of Confessions, the original music saint Fengya, is the misty master Liu Ruyan, who forged saintly merits and took the saintly status, and was named the music saint; the original painting saint Wu Zheng, is an evil demon from outside the domain, who hid his identity and took the saintly status, and was named the painting saint. They brought disaster to the world, their crimes are extremely evil, and they have been punished! I am the saint who was appointed by these two demons to become saints, and I have committed the crime of negligence, so I specially issued the Book of Confessions to respect the way of heaven!"
The Book of Guilt swept the entire venue...
Passing before the Saints...
The saints stared at the golden paper, their hearts filled with emotions...
"The Book of Repentance" is a saint's self-punishment for his mistakes. It is a stain on the saint, so under normal circumstances, it rarely appears.
But today, it still appeared.
Forced out by Lin Su.
After this pressure, no matter how tolerant the Confucian sage was, he might have wanted to eliminate Lin Su.
There will be no peace in the triple heaven.
After sweeping across the front of all the saints, "The Book of Guilt" broke through the air and floated in front of Lin Su.
The Confucian sage said calmly: "Lin Zhunsheng, can you see clearly?"
"I can see it clearly!"
The Book of Guilt swirled up and went straight to the highest point of the Heavenly Dao Altar...
However, as the circle began, Lin Su suddenly reached out and grabbed the gold paper.
The holy power on the gold paper suddenly shook, and Lin Su's hair flew high, but the gold paper in his palm was still firmly grasped.
"Lin Zhunsheng, what do you mean?" The Confucian sage's voice was calm, but it was full of majesty.
Lin Su slowly raised his head: "Confucian Master, you have never owed anything to Heaven, you owe it to all the people in the world! Therefore, your "Heavenly Book of Guilt" should not be sent to the illusory Nine Heavens, you should send it to the Seven Kingdoms and Thirteen States!"
The Confucian sage's heart suddenly jumped...
The saints suddenly bowed their heads...
The Sage of Soldiers was greatly moved. He finally understood the boy's intentions. They were so unbelievable...
Lin Su said slowly: "The establishment of the Music Saint has caused the Misty Rain Tower to bring disaster to all living beings for thousands of years. How many imperial powers have changed because of it? How many countries have perished because of it? How many common people have died with hatred? How many people are still groaning and crying today? The establishment of the Painting Saint caused the death of 3,000 night watchmen in the Confucian Temple in a foreign land, and how many people in the 80,000-mile territory suffered from unprovoked disasters? Therefore, I have the guts to post this "Book of Confession" on the walls of various countries and on the walls of the Holy Temple, so that hundreds of billions of people can truly feel the sincerity of the Confucian Master, and also feel the righteousness of the Holy Way that those who make mistakes must be punished!"
He moved his hands lightly, and countless points of light seemed to appear. Seven countries and thirteen states suddenly appeared beneath him...
The Confucian sage was greatly shocked...
He was mature and prudent, he was able to weigh the overall situation, and his thinking was already extraordinary. He saw at a glance the viciousness and cruelty of Lin Su's move...
He is a Confucian sage and is almost the ruler of the world.
His authority is the key to maintaining his status as the common leader.
If this book of repentance is really posted on the wall of the seven kingdoms and thirteen states, his holy name will be tarnished.
Confucians all over the world are suffering a great disaster!
But how could he refuse?
He appointed the two saints to canonization, and he must take responsibility for all the disasters caused by these two saints.
Lin Su's words were very righteous. This was a sin committed against all people in the world. What's the point of repenting in front of the illusory heaven? You didn't commit an evil against heaven. The one you should repent for is the hundreds of millions of people in the seven countries and thirteen states! You should also repent for the entire temple!
His heart, which had never been in a mess before, was finally in a mess at this moment...
(End of this chapter)