Meet the Gentleman

Chapter 247 Heresy
Under the night.

Mao Shan's body was shaking constantly. He was in great pain and felt as if he was being torn apart.

At this time, Feng Qingyan frowned. Although the noble spirit suppressed the strange energy to Maoshan's feet, it could not be completely expelled or eliminated. Like a thorn in the flesh, there would always be a trace of strange energy.

Unless the body of Maoshan is destroyed, it is possible to completely eliminate the strange aura.

It’s indeed a weird aura.

Feng Qingyan was amazed in his heart, it was indeed extremely strange.

Fortunately, his soul was not infected, otherwise there would be few people in the whole world who could save him.

However, even if his soul was infected, as long as it hadn't mutated, Feng Qingyan might be able to save him.

Holy power!

It seems that I can only use the holy power.

Feng Qingyan tried several times but still couldn't get rid of the strange energy, so he mobilized a ray of holy power. Although the holy power was more terrifying than the aura of righteousness, it was not as overbearing as the aura of righteousness. When it was injected into Maoshan's body, it was like a warm current, making him feel warm all over.

This made his body feel comfortable.

It seemed as if I had suddenly entered heaven from hell...

The holy power in Maoshan's body seemed to turn into a flash of lightning and instantly appeared at Maoshan's left foot. The holy power quickly purified the strange air.

Sure enough!

Feng Qingyan was delighted.

However, he vaguely realized that one strand of holy power seemed not enough to extinguish the strange aura, so he injected two strands of holy power again to prevent the strange aura from reviving.

The three strands of holy power completely destroyed the strange energy in Maoshan's body.

"All right."

Feng Qingyan nodded.

At this time, Maoshan collapsed on the ground, gasping for breath.

At this time, one side of his body was still bloody, but it was suppressed. And under the repair of the noble spirit and holy power, it was quickly restored...

But it cannot be restored to its original state.

It looks like a scar left by a burn, and is somewhat scary.

"Brother!"

Mao Xiang ran frantically from outside the village.

As soon as she escaped from the village, she saw a green ox pulling a cart passing through the air. Then she saw a huge vortex appear in the sky above Gushan Mountain, emitting an extremely terrifying aura.

She knew that her brother was saved.

really.

Before she could run back to the village, the people in the ox cart killed the fierce ghost.

"Brother!"

Mao Xiang saw Mao Shan from afar. Seeing that her brother was still alive, she was so excited that tears flowed again.

She came running.

At this time, Feng Qingyan turned his head and took a look, then said to Qingniu, "Let's go."

"promise."

The green ox responded.

"Brother Mao, goodbye."

Feng Qingyan bowed to Maoshan and got on the ox cart.

"May I ask where you are, Mr. Feng? Maoshan will definitely repay you for saving my life today one day." Maoshan struggled to stand up, but fell down again.

"It's a small effort, why bother?"

Feng Qingyan didn't care.

"My teacher is a student of Zangshan Academy." Qingniu said something extra, then pulled the ox cart away.

"Zangshan Academy?"

Mao Shan was stunned for a moment, then looked at the cattle cart road that was leaving: "It turns out that Mr. Feng is a student of Zangshan Academy. No wonder he can kill fierce ghosts at such a young age..."

Although he was not a disciple of the Holy Way, nor a Confucian disciple, he knew the name of Zangshan Academy. In the past six months, the name of Zangshan Academy has been spread all over the world from time to time, and it can be said to be very famous. Especially when the student of Zangshan Academy, Feng Qingyan, was promoted to the virtual saint, he was in the limelight for a while.

At this time, Zangshan Academy was almost comparable to the top ten Confucian academies.

Of course, the foundation is still not comparable.

"Brother!"

Mao Xiang rushed over and hugged Mao Shan. "Don't worry, brother is fine, brother is fine." Mao Shan patted Mao Xiang and said. Although his body was still seriously injured and his spirit was also depressed, he was really fine.

Just rest for a while and you will recover.

“Mingming——”

Mao Xiang started to cry and said, "I was scared to death."

After a while, Mao Xiang recovered, but she was still frightened. At this time, she asked curiously: "Brother, who was the person who saved you just now? Did you remember his name? This person is your lifesaver, and I will definitely repay him one day..."

"Shut up, Mr. Feng."

Mao Shan nodded and said, of course he would not forget the life-saving grace, "This Mr. Feng is a student of the famous Zangshan Academy."

"Students from Zangshan Academy?"

Mao Xiang blinked and secretly memorized Feng Hui's name in his heart.

"Mr. Feng is probably at the level of a literary master. It's amazing that he is already a literary master at such a young age." Mao Shan sighed and looked towards the north. "It's worthy of being the Confucian 81st Academy. The students of the academy have such terrifying power..."

"This Mr. Feng is indeed terrifying."

Mao Xiang nodded, and then said: "But my brother is not bad either. He is only a young man, but he can kill evil spirits. This is quite a scholar of the holy way."

"How many people in the world can reach the level of a scholar at the age of twenty?"

"So, brother, don't underestimate yourself."

Mao Xiang comforted.

Mao Shan couldn't help laughing when he heard this. He laughed a few times, but it pulled his muscles and bones, causing him great pain.

It took a while to recover.

"Why are you laughing, brother?"

At this time, Mao Xiang became puzzled and asked, "Could it be that what Ah Xiang said is wrong?"

"Although brother can kill evil spirits, there is still a big gap between him and the holy scholars." Maoshan shook his head. He naturally knew his own situation and his foundation was no match for them.

His spell is like rootless duckweed.

His magical powers also have no foundation.

The way of spells he was following now was somewhat unorthodox compared to the hundreds of holy schools. Therefore, at this moment, he urgently needed to be ordained, either to ascend to the heavenly court or to ascend to the earthly court, to obtain a position as a Taoist priest, so that he could have a foundation.

Or improve yourself.

However, it is basically impossible to perfect it by one's own efforts.

This may require the efforts of several generations.

The path he is taking now is fundamentally different from that of Taoism under the Holy Way.

For the Taoists under the Holy Way, the Tao Qi is evolved from the Wen Qi, just like the Haoran Qi of Confucianism is evolved from the Wen Qi.

Therefore, the essence of the hundreds of schools of thought in the holy way is still literary spirit.

However, his magical powers did not evolve from literary energy, but from another kind of "qi" different from literary energy.

And was suppressed by the Holy Word.

Therefore, he could not feel his roots and felt like a rootless duckweed.

The night passed.

Maoshan has recovered a little.

Although Gushan and the village have been purified by Feng Qingyan's "righteousness of heaven and earth", some resentment and some confused souls still remain.

This is because Feng Qingyan deliberately suppressed the "righteousness of heaven and earth" and did not want to destroy the village, so he was unable to completely eliminate the resentment and residual souls.

But, it won't be successful.

Another day passed, and Maoshan recovered some of his magic power.

"Second sister, go to the village and get some altar cloth. Take some from every household. Don't miss any one."

When it got dark, Maoshan said to Maoxiang.

"Ok."

Mao Xiang nodded and went to get it.

After the incense was brought in, the Maoshan monks began to set up the altar. When it was late at night, they would open the altar and perform rituals. They would make hand gestures and recite quickly: "The Supreme Lord's command is to liberate your lonely soul. All ghosts and spirits will be blessed. Those with heads will be liberated, and those without heads will live. You will be killed by spears or knives, or by jumping into the water and hanging by ropes. You will die in public or in private, and die unjustly. Creditors and enemies, and children who have taken your life, will kneel in front of my altar, and the eight trigrams will shine. I will let you go and be reborn somewhere else. Whether you are a man or a woman, you will bear the consequences yourself. Whether you are rich or poor, you will decide for yourself."

"I command everyone to be reborn as soon as possible!"

"I command everyone to be reborn as soon as possible!"

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(End of this chapter)