Meet the Gentleman

Chapter 938 He Can Bear the Weight of the Heavens

When many great sages and scholars were fanatical.

The leader, the great benevolent master, the great righteous master and several other great sages all looked worried.

Although they knew that An Xiu was a man of extraordinary talent, who had already reached an unfathomable realm and was definitely not inferior to them, they did not expect that An Xiu would directly cross the realm of Void Saint and aspire to the position of Saint.

The position of virtual saint is the most important thing in the world.

A saint could be the weight of countless worlds. Could An Xiu bear it?

"How can there be countless worlds?"

At this time, the Great Righteous Lord was puzzled. He glanced at the Great Benevolent Lord next to him and said, "According to records, in the era of the Hundred Schools of Thought, there was one saint who was the most important in the world. How come there are so many now? Is it because... the path to becoming a saint has become more difficult?"

"uncertain."

The Great Benevolent Lord shook his head and said, "In the era of the various philosophers, saints were divided into nine grades. A saint of the lowest grade was as important as a saint in the world. As for saints of the highest grade, there could be countless saints..."

"Ok?"

The Lord of Righteousness was stunned for a moment, then he suddenly remembered and nodded, "It seems to be true. Doesn't that mean that Zhishou is at least a third-grade saint? However, it is too difficult to be a third-grade saint. After all, this is not the era of the Hundred Philosophers."

The great righteous man couldn't help but shook his head, feeling worried and nervous, yet he couldn't help but feel infinite anticipation in his heart.

“It is indeed very difficult.”

The Great Benevolent Lord nodded, hesitated for a moment and said: "According to records, when my ancestor, the Great Saint Teacher, became a saint, countless worlds appeared in the sky, so many that they were simply impossible to count. I didn't quite believe it at first, and thought it was..."

"Who would believe it if they hadn't seen it with their own eyes?" The Righteous Lord nodded and said, "One throne is already too heavy for anyone to bear, let alone countless thrones?"

"If you want to ascend to the throne of sainthood, you must bear its weight."

The leader pondered for a moment.

And at this time.

Many great sages and scholars also reacted.

Becoming a saint is indeed a great joyous event for Confucianism and the world, but Master An has the whole world under his shoulders, can he bear it?
If you can't bear it...

"How can Master An have so many worlds?" A great scholar asked in confusion, "When he was canonized as a saint, he only had one world. Even if he is a saint, he shouldn't have so many worlds."

"good."

A great scholar nodded, his face now full of worry.

"According to historical records, the lowest-ranking saints in the era of the various philosophers were only as important as the weight of a world. This means that the virtual saint position that was canonized is actually equivalent to the lowest-ranking saints in the era of the various philosophers. And now, Master An is holding so much of the world on his shoulders. Doesn't that mean that he might be a saint of the upper third rank?"

"With so many worlds, he must be a top three rank saint."

Although he was worried, he was also more expectant and excited, because he was a saint of the third rank.

"Among all the scholars, there are only a handful of saints of the upper third rank." A great sage could not help but exclaimed, "If Master An is promoted to a saint of the upper third rank..."

"It's hard."

At this time, a great sage shook his head and said pessimistically: "There are too many worlds weighing on me."

"Ah, indeed."

Another great sage nodded.

If it was a lower third-grade saint, they would still have great confidence in An Xiu, but for a higher third-grade saint, it would be really difficult...

It’s so difficult that it can make people despair.

Otherwise, why are there so few saints of the top three grades among all the philosophers?
"Although it is difficult to reach the third rank, Master An is not without a chance. After all, the twenty-seven mountains of books of my Confucianism have all been collected by Master An's holy body."

At this moment, there was a great sage who had confidence in An Xiu and believed that there was a chance that he could be promoted to a saint of the third rank.

Everyone was stunned for a moment when they heard this.

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In the sky filled with white mist.

An Xiu still stood still, but his expression became very solemn. After all, he had so much of the world on his shoulders.

Even he couldn't bear it...

Under the pressure of the heavens.

The literary bones in his body were constantly transformed into holy bones, gradually becoming crystal clear and bursting with dazzling holy light.

It was like a dazzling ball of light, making it difficult for the students around to open their eyes.

One world is already very heavy, let alone countless worlds. The bones in his body that had just been transformed into holy bones began to crack.

Whether it is on literary bones or sacred bones.

Cracks appeared like a spider web, and within a few breaths, they spread to all the literary bones and holy bones.

At this moment, An Xiu could clearly hear the crisp sound of human bones and sacred bones.

Although it sounds like the sound of gold and jade, it is very pleasant to hear.

but,
This is a broken bone.

At this moment, even his Wen Palace began to shake, and cracks quickly appeared on it, and it was about to collapse.

His expression changed slightly.

click-

click-

The literary bones and holy bones broke madly.

The Wen Palace in the body vibrated violently, and the cracks appeared larger and larger, causing the vast Wen Qi to leak out crazily.

Although his face showed no sign of pain, his eyes were extremely determined.

but.

Anyone can see it.

An Xiu was suffering great pain at this moment, and layers of blood were clearly visible on his Confucian robes.

It seemed as if all the muscles were broken.

Blood continued to seep out and drip from the sky.

This made many great sages and scholars change their faces, and they all looked extremely nervous and worried.

Even the leader of the religion, the great benevolent leader, and the great righteous leader.

No exception.

"Ugh--"

The Great Benevolent Lord sighed and said, it is too difficult.

He still couldn't figure out why An Xiu had so many worlds. Wouldn't it be good to be a middle or lower sixth-rank saint?
Why do you have to become a saint of the top three grades?
"It's difficult."

The Lord of Justice sighed.

"This... may not be as simple as the upper third grade." The leader stared at the indifferent world, shocked and sighed in his heart, "Master An may be able to achieve the status of a saint of the uppermost grade..."

The Great Benevolent Lord and the Great Righteous Lord were suddenly stunned.

"Master, what did you just say? Zhishou wants to achieve the status of a supreme saint?"

The great righteous leader cried out in disbelief.

In the whole world, including Buddhism, Taoism, demons, etc., there are only three supreme saints, namely the Great Sage Teacher of Confucianism, Tai Shang of Taoism (now the immortals), and Daxiong of Buddhism.

These three people are beyond description.

Like the sky, the earth, the mountains, the sea, and all things.

Like everything.

And now, An Xiu actually wants to become a supreme saint?

This shocked all the great sages around, and even the great righteous man was unable to recover for a long time.

"is it possible?"

He couldn't help but said.

"Master, this...isn't possible?"

The Great Benevolent Lord hesitated and said.

"Only the position of the highest-ranking saint can have countless worlds." The leader said, "Even the position of the upper-middle-rank saint can only have twelve worlds. And the position of the upper-lower-rank saint can only have nine worlds..."

Upon hearing this, the Great Benevolent Lord and the Great Righteous Lord stopped talking.

This is amazing.

It's so shocking.

From the current perspective, it seems that there is some possibility...

The position of a supreme saint? !

They don't even dare to think about it, and have never thought about it.

I often fantasize that one day I will be able to attain the status of a saint, without having to be a top third rank or a middle third rank.

The lower three grades will do.

"How can I bear this?"

After a while, the Great Righteous Lord couldn't help but ask, his face full of worry, "Isn't the position of a lower third-grade saint good?"

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And at this time.

The news of An Xiu's canonization spread throughout the world in an instant, causing a sensation throughout the world.

Countless sages and scholars from other sects rushed to Lu State frantically, wanting to witness the birth of the saint with their own eyes.

When they heard that An Xiu was carrying countless worlds on his body, they were all stunned.

I wondered if I had heard it wrong. Countless worlds?
They thought about it carefully. Isn't this the legendary number of worlds that only the most supreme saints can have?

"An Xiu wants to attain the status of a supreme saint?"

A great sage lost his voice.

"That's the news that came back." Another great sage replied, "And, indeed, countless worlds appeared on Master An's body."

"This this……"

"What does he want to do? Does he want to weigh the countless worlds?"

One great sage could not help but say angrily, "Why don't you achieve the status of a saint? How can you achieve the status of a supreme saint? How can you achieve the status of a supreme saint so easily?"

"absurd!"

"It's ridiculous indeed!"

Another great sage shook his head and sighed, not believing that An Xiu could attain the status of a supreme saint.

In their view.

If it is the position of a saint of the lower third grade, I can’t say it is 100% certain, but at least 80% to 90%, which means he is almost certain to become a saint.

It’s a pity that An Xiu’s ambition is too big.

He actually looks down on the position of a saint of the third rank.

"Pity."

Countless great sages and scholars could not help but sigh upon hearing this.

Some great sages and Confucian scholars who were on their way to the Confucian City of Lu immediately turned back after hearing that An Xiu was going to attain the status of a supreme saint.

This is impossible to prove.

No matter where you go, you can only witness An Xiu's failure, not his success.

Why go again?

Therefore, after hearing the news, 80% of the great sages and scholars who came here shook their heads and turned back.

One adult is hesitant.

Once an adult thinks that they are all on the way, it would be okay to go and take a look, especially if it is a great sage who lives nearby.

Although the various sects do not get along with each other and even fight against each other secretly, they all hope that a saint can be born in the world.

Truly open up the path to sainthood.

Just like when Feng Qingyan attained the status of Virtual Saint.

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The position of a supreme saint is as important as countless worlds and as heavy as the heavens and myriad worlds.

At this time, the pressure on An Xiu's body broke his literary bones and holy bones, shattered his muscles, and blood gushed out wildly.

but.

There was no pain on his face or in his eyes, only determination.

This is the importance of being a saint of the highest grade.

He had to bear it.

He must attain the status of a top-grade saint to make his trip to the dream world of reincarnation worthwhile. Although, he only needs to attain the status of a saint to stay in the dream world of reincarnation.

but.

He guards the dream world of samsara just as a side effect.

He has more important things to do.

Only by becoming a top-grade saint can he perfectly accomplish what he wants to do. If he is an ordinary saint, there may be hidden dangers...

But there must be no hidden dangers in this matter.

Although the weight of countless worlds was far beyond his imagination, or perhaps it was not beyond his imagination.

But he could hardly bear it.

At this time, the literary bones and holy bones in his body had already been shattered, and even the literary palace had countless cracks, making him like a useless person.

His waist still didn't bend at all.

Straight as a javelin!
He put his hands behind his back and stared into the distance with his eyes narrowed.

It seems like I am looking at the world of reincarnation dreams...

But that's why.

This made countless great Confucian sages and scholars extremely heartbroken.

Many old doctors from the Twenty-Seven Academy looked at the sky with great anxiety, unable to hold back tears and said, "This is the weight of the heavens. How can An Jun bear it?"

"I wish to share the weight of the heavens for Lord An."

An old scholar shouted.

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Zangshan Academy.

By this time, all students and teachers knew that the headmaster was bearing the weight of the heavens to attain the status of a supreme saint.

After their shock, excitement and surprise, they began to feel worried and confused.

It's not just students.

This is the teaching.

Even An Xiu's teacher Dong Lou Hui is like this, why should he strive to attain the status of a supreme saint?
Is the position of an ordinary saint not enough?
wrong.

Isn’t the position of a saint enough?
There is no distinction between noble and humble saints.

This made all the students of Zangshan Academy worried, and even the common people in Bocheng were the same.

I am also proud of it.

First he was canonized and attained the status of virtual saint, and now it is his master's turn to attain the status of saint.

Bocheng is indeed a place of outstanding people and beautiful scenery!
The place where the saint was born.

House prices immediately began to rise wildly and soared into the sky.

"You must bear it."

"Haha, Master An is about to attain the status of a saint. He is worthy of being the master of sainthood..."

"Master An said that my restaurant is delicious! The wine is good, the food is good..."

"Master An once lived in my courtyard for more than half a year and he praised it very much! Now you only need three hundred taels to have an intimate contact with Master An. Students, don't miss it."

"Master An has eaten my buns."

"Master An has eaten my dumplings."

"Master An has eaten my roast chicken."

"Master An has eaten my family's bacon."

"Master An said it was delicious!"

"Master An said it was delicious!"

"What is Master An? He is a saint! Saint An!"

"Oh, yes, it's Saint An."

"That's not right. Dean An became a saint, and he is also the dean of Zangshan Academy. What's wrong with that?"

"Master An has become a saint today, and each bun is worth 100 coins."

"One hundred coins? Why don't you just go and rob them? Usually they only cost one penny each..."

"Master An has eaten my buns and said they are delicious! Besides, today is Master An's canonization day. One hundred coins for a bun, is that expensive? Aren't Master An's buns worth one hundred coins each?"

"That seems to make sense. Dean An's buns are definitely worth more than a hundred coins..."

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on the sky.

The straight figure finally bent slightly.

"Is there really no hope?"

The old doctor from the Twenty-Seventh Academy murmured, looking somewhat distraught, as if he had lost his soul.

This makes countless people unwilling.

It has caused pain to countless people.

Many old Confucian scholars couldn't help but burst into tears.

Other sects, such as the Mohists, Legalists, Military Strategists, Medical Strategists, etc., all sighed and looked up at the sky.

Too careless.

Why bother?
It seemed as if the eyes of the whole world were on An Xiu, paying close attention to everything he did. Especially the Confucian disciples, all of them seemed to hold their breath, not even daring to blink...

We must hold on!
"Even if there are tens of thousands of people, I will still go..."

At this time, An Xiu, who was bent over by the pressure, straightened up while speaking and walked towards the depths of the sky. He could bear the weight of the heavens...

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(End of this chapter)