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Chapter 122 Please Enter My Dream, Petals Drift with the Water! (Please Subscribe)

"Senior, what does this mean?"

Hong Yi spoke in a deep voice, his face instantly turning cold.

What does it mean to assess whether you truly deserve to be a sage?

What does it mean to say whether one can perfect the Book of Changes even without the Mandate of Heaven?
He acts with such ease, why would he need to explain himself to others?
The arrogant attitude of the person in front of him made Hong Yi extremely disliked. If he hadn't been somewhat unsure of the person's true nature, he would have made him understand what the principles of sages and saints meant.

Force is the way, measure is the principle!
His power lies in his sagely teachings.

"You don't need to be angry or indignant!"

Niu Jun shook his head and sighed slightly, saying, "Some things can't be made real, and some things can't be made true. They can't be altered with just a few words or by one or two people."

"I have cultivated for thousands of years and have also traveled to my own world. I have only heard that the Holy Emperor Fuxi observed the heavens and earth and drew the Eight Trigrams, King Wen of Zhou observed the Eight Trigrams and developed the Book of Changes, and Confucius and his disciples annotated the Book of Changes and made the Commentary on the Book of Changes. The combination of the classic and the commentary finally made the Book of Changes."

"I have not heard of anyone else creating the Book of Changes."

"You, Yi Zi, are quite remarkable. You've only studied for ten years and cultivated yourself for two years, yet you alone are comparable to the three sages: Emperor Fuxi, King Wen of Zhou, and Confucius, creating the great classic, the Book of Changes."

"To be honest, I don't know whether to say that the Heavenly Dao of your universe is audacious or ignorant."

Good guy.

Really good guy.

Niu Jun didn't know whether to say that the Heavenly Dao of the Yangshen World was ignorant and fearless, or to praise His courage for speaking out.

Do you really think that the cause and effect of the sage emperor Fuxi, King Wen Ji Chang, and the Confucian sage Confucius are so easy to bear?
The chaotic heavens are vast.

Even the chaotic heavens are very small.

Especially for those with truly great supernatural powers, the immeasurable heavens are but a thought away.

Some things are only a light weight when not weighed, but when weighed, they can be as heavy as a thousand pounds.

The actions of the Heavenly Dao in the Yangshen World can no longer be described as courting death; rather, they are recklessly rushing down the path of courting death.

Niu Jun felt that He was exceptionally brave!

He was far braver than those time travelers who plagiarized and stole from others.

At the very least, no time traveler has ever dared to claim that the Book of Changes was their own creation, or that they stole the writings of several sages and put them as their own. It would be more likely if it were the Yi Jin Jing.

Today you dare to steal the techniques and classic texts of sages.

One day, these sages will dare to use you as a shell company to plunder everything you have.

Otherwise, why do you think Niu Jun didn't try to acquire the profound cultivation methods such as the "Nine Revolutions Profound Technique", "Seven-Nine Profound Technique", and "Great Celestial Immortal Technique" after he traveled to the Journey to the West world?

It's not that they're afraid of the cause and effect involved.

Therefore, some karmic consequences are not so easy to bear.

What does "senior" mean?

"Who was the Holy Emperor Fuxi? Who was King Wen Ji Chang? And who was the Confucian Sage Confucius?"

"Could it be that you, senior, believe that my book, the Book of Changes, is a plagiarism of the works of these three people?"

Hong Yi considered himself a man of great composure, one who never showed his emotions, but upon hearing Niu Jun's words, he felt an overwhelming surge of anger and questioned him sharply.

He can tolerate people belittling his cultivation level, but he absolutely will not tolerate anyone belittling his character and knowledge.

Most importantly, he had never heard of the three people Niu Jun mentioned. The Book of Changes was his own masterpiece, the result of reading thousands of books and comprehending the wisdom of sages. What did it have to do with other people?
The person in front of me directly labeled his "I Ching" as a plagiarized work that deceived the world and stole fame, and even mentioned the Sage Emperor Fuxi, King Wen Ji Chang, the Confucian Sage Confucius, and so on.

How could he endure this?
Niu Jun's anger towards Hong Yi is understandable.

But while we understand, we still need to address what needs to be addressed.

After all, he was a descendant of the Yellow Emperor in his previous life. How could he sit idly by and watch his own family's classic texts be plagiarized and become someone else's work?

In particular, the way the Heavenly Dao operates in this universe is truly appalling. It clearly stole the Book of Changes from Yang An, and not only did it plagiarize and steal the name, it also wanted to exterminate him and eliminate any future troubles.

Such behavior surpasses even that of a certain South Korean country in his previous life.

Although Yang An's character isn't great, he's still a typical overpowered protagonist.

However, as the administrator of the All-Heavens Chat Group and a member of the East University transmigrators, Niu Jun certainly couldn't sit idly by in this situation.

"How about this!"

"Don't say that I'm making things difficult for you."

“I will use your world as a template to construct a dream world of reincarnation, so that you will forget the contents of the I Ching and be reincarnated once again.”

“The lifespan of the Yang Gods in your world is 129,600 years, so I will give you 129,600 years.”

"If you can create a great scripture comparable to the Book of Changes during this period, you will win. Not only will I no longer interfere in your feud with Yang An, but I will also grant you a truly great fortune."

"how?"

Niu Jun said calmly, feeling that he couldn't condemn the person outright and needed to give him a chance to prove himself.

Of course, his minimum standard for Hong Yi was to create a scripture that was no less than the "Present Tathagata Sutra".

I do not seek to create a Buddhist scripture on the three lifetimes.

I only need one copy of the "Present Tathagata Sutra".

"Do I have a choice?"

Hong Yi said, somewhat aggrieved.

The words of this mysterious being before him filled him with shock and anger, and he also began to have great doubts about its origins. He suspected that Niu Jun did not come from outside the Great Thousand World, but was very likely from the real outer universe.

Niu Jun smiled and shook his head: "Unfortunately, no!"

"Don't worry, my Great Dream Reincarnation Method is different from the dream techniques of your world. Even if a long time passes in the dream, it is only a moment in the outside world. You don't need to worry about the 'rotten axe handle' incident happening."

"Therefore, the top scholar can simply focus on creating during the cycle of reincarnation."

Say it.

Niu Jun raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

Hong Yi, who had been on guard and had secretly prepared a spell to escape, suddenly closed his eyes and his mind entered a dream cycle.

The difference in their cultivation levels left Hong Yi with no power to resist.

no way.

According to Niu Jun's calculations.

The Yang Gods of the Yang God World and the Shattered Void Realm are only equivalent to True Immortals in the Journey to the West World, with a lifespan of 129,600 years.

The half-step other shore realm, which transcends the Yang God, is roughly equivalent to the Xuanxian in the Journey to the West world. Its lifespan breaks the number of one element, and it can live as long as the heavens and the earth, with inexhaustible magical power.

Above that is the Golden Immortal realm in the Journey to the West world, which transcends the constraints of the laws of heaven and earth. Heaven and earth decay, but the Golden Immortal remains immortal. It can be said that the Golden Immortal has transcended the Three Realms and is not within the Five Elements.

Finally, there is the Hunyuan Immortal realm in the Journey to the West world, also known as the Taiyi realm.

This realm is roughly equivalent to the other shore realm of the Yangshen world, allowing one to directly transcend the Yangshen universe and walk in the chaos.

Of course, this is just Niu Jun's speculation. If it were to follow Hong Yi's own vision in the original work, to fulfill his grand ambition, and to make all living beings in the world like dragons and transcend to the other shore, that would be the true story.

His realm of transcendence should be above the Taiyi realm.

However, Hong Yi's grand ambition is a false proposition. He can only transcend the other shore himself after he makes "everyone a dragon and everyone transcends the other shore".

The problem is, you can help everyone in the world transcend to the other shore, but you can't help yourself transcend?

Or, to put it another way, if you yourself cannot transcend the other shore, how can you help everyone in the world transcend the other shore?
So no matter what the other shore realm in Hong Yi's heart is like, he can never achieve it.

Niu Jun even strongly suspected that Hong Yi at that time was no longer Hong Yi, but the Heavenly Dao of the Yangshen World. The so-called "everyone is like a dragon, everyone transcends to the other shore" was merely the Heavenly Dao's own desire.

This is probably why Hong Yi didn't revive Meng Bingyun.

……

Please enter my dream, where petals drift and water flows!
When Hong Yi regained consciousness, he was shocked to find himself back two years in the past.

"The sixtieth year of the Great Qian Dynasty, late autumn?"

"Is everything I'm seeing a dream, or have I really returned to two years ago after my death?"

Hong Yi opened the window halfway and looked at the withered branches and fallen leaves flying all over the yard, feeling the cold wind blowing in from behind. He couldn't tell whether what he was seeing was a dream or reality.

He knew it from his memory.

It is now late autumn in the sixtieth year of the Great Qian Dynasty.

After late autumn, although it did not snow, the chill in the capital city grew heavier day by day.

Yujing was the capital of the Great Qian Dynasty.

The Great Qian Dynasty was at its peak, a vast and prosperous land with a population of tens of millions, and was a superior celestial empire.

This year marks the 60th anniversary of the founding of the Great Qian Dynasty. After sixty years of establishing its rule over the world, the four emperors of the Great Qian Dynasty have worked diligently and made the dynasty a prosperous and flourishing era.

however.

In Hong Yi's mind, however, there was another memory.

In that memory.

He will soon obtain the Great Zen Temple's most precious treasure, the "Past Amitabha Sutra," and begin to engage in martial arts and Taoist cultivation.

Then, in the next two short years, his spiritual practice was as if divinely aided.

First, he broke through to the Human Immortal realm in martial arts, then achieved the Fifth Tribulation Ghost Immortal realm in Taoist arts. During this time, he also passed the imperial examination with top honors, authored the *I Ching*, and was revered as a near-sage by scholars and intellectuals throughout the land, standing at the pinnacle of the world. And then…

Hong Yi's heart sank at this thought.

Because in Hong Yi's last memory, when he went to Qingzhou to hunt down Champion Marquis Yang An, he encountered a mysterious being.

The mysterious figure told him that the Book of Changes was not written by him, and that he, Hong Yi, was nothing but a fraudster. After saying this, he killed him directly in Qingzhou City.

In his final moments, he seemed to faintly hear a sentence, something like, "After waiting for thousands of years, I have finally found a classic of the Great Dao. This journey has not been in vain."

"in other words."

"That mysterious being came entirely for the sake of the I Ching."

"As long as I can rewrite the Book of Changes, I can attract that person to appear."

Hong Yi had a vague realization that he had guessed the reason why the other party had attacked him, and he was convinced of it.

At this moment, perhaps even he himself did not realize that he had unknowingly accepted the fact of rebirth.

He silently made a vow in his heart, vowing to write the Book of Changes and then bring out that mysterious being to avenge his death in his previous life.

"However, why do I have absolutely no impression or memory of the contents of the I Ching?"

"Could it be that before his rebirth, some of his memories and soul were erased by that mysterious being, which is why he completely forgot the contents of the Book of Changes that he wrote?"

Hong Yi frowned deeply, racking his brains for a long time, but he couldn't recall a single word or phrase related to the Book of Changes.

Ultimately, the only explanation is that before his rebirth, he was subjected to a soul search by a mysterious entity, which damaged his soul and caused him to lose some of his memories.

"never mind!"

"In my previous life, I was able to write the Book of Changes despite struggling alone and facing all kinds of suppression."

"In this life, I have foresight, and I will surely be able to write the Book of Changes again, and completely perfect and perfect it, achieve the Yang God, and then avenge the death of my body in my previous life."

"Creating the Book of Changes is not urgent for now. The most pressing task is to obtain the secret book of the Great Zen Temple in Fox Valley of the Western Mountains, which contains the visualization method of the Amitabha Sutra, and to embark on the path of cultivation again."

"Then there's the special imperial examination in the spring and the high school entrance examination in the autumn."

"First, pass the provincial examination to become a Juren, then pass the imperial examination to become a Jinshi, and be listed on the golden list. Three generations of my family will be granted titles... The imperial court will issue an edict to confer the title of Lady on my mother, and her grave can be moved into the Hong family's ancestral grave. Her spirit tablet can also be enshrined in the ancestral hall, thus completely vindicating my deceased mother."

Hong Yi will never forget the time when he was seven years old and just beginning to understand things.

At the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet held in the Marquis's mansion, when everyone was gathered together, my father and the guests were reciting poems. My mother responded with a line, and she was immediately reprimanded in public by the First Madam.

That night, after returning home, his mother became so angry that her blood stagnated, causing her to vomit blood and harm her health. She died two months later, at the young age of twenty-five.

Although before his rebirth, he had already passed the imperial examination with top honors and become a revered sage among scholars, successfully vindicating his deceased mother.

However, he also knew that his mother's death was not as simple as it seemed on the surface.

Besides Madam Zhao, another person who killed his mother was his cold-blooded and ruthless father, Hong Xuanji.

Before his rebirth, he was unable to avenge his mother.

In this life, he will definitely not let these two go and will avenge his mother.

Bang bang bang!
Just as Hong Yi was deep in thought, there was a knocking sound coming from outside the door.

The knocking was so loud it sounded more like kicking than knocking.

Hong Yi frowned, got up and opened the door.

"Hey, Hong Yi, why didn't you open the door after I called for so long? Did I have to kick it open?"

The speaker was a woman who wore a pale yellow fur coat, had a fair complexion, and eyes as black as lacquer. She was about fifteen or sixteen years old.

The woman was dressed very richly and spoke very rudely, but Hong Yi knew that her name was Xiao Ning, the personal maid of the second young lady of "Yun Ting Zhai" on the east side of the Marquis's mansion.

Upon seeing the maid before him, a long-buried memory resurfaced in Hong Yi's mind.

If he remembered correctly.

This maid came for the sake of the Marquis's second daughter, Hong Xuejiao.

Yesterday, Hong Xuejiao played the zither and recited poems with Princess Yongchun of the Rong Prince's Mansion. Princess Yongchun recited a line of poetry, but there was no second line, so Hong Xuejiao asked Xiao Ning to come and ask her.

If Hong Yi remembers correctly.

Hong Xuejiao even sent ten silver coins as a gift, and the young Duke of Liguo, appreciating her poetic talent, specially sent her a set of writing implements.

However, scholars value pride above all else.

My own poem is worth ten gold coins per word.

Therefore, he directly refused Hong Xuejiao's gift of silver and, on the grounds that he should not accept a reward without merit, also refused the writing implements from the Duke of Xiaoli.

Looking back now, it seems rather straightforward.

However, it is precisely because of this.

He chose to stay at Qiuyue Temple in Xishan for a while before the imperial examination to guard his mother's grave. Then he met Yuanfei, who had left the palace, became a teacher in Fox Valley in Xishan, and received the transmission of the "Past Amitabha Sutra" from Dachan Temple, embarking on the path of cultivation.

"What's the matter with you?"

Although he already knew Xiao Ning's purpose, Hong Yi pretended not to know and asked.

The reason for this rebirth is simply because it is too bizarre and unbelievable.

Hong Yi wanted to see if things would really develop as he remembered, hoping to determine whether he had truly been reborn or had fallen into some kind of illusion.

Xiao Ning glanced disdainfully at the burning charcoal inside the room and said, just as he remembered.

"Yesterday, Miss was playing the zither and reciting poems with Princess Yongchun of the Rong Prince's Mansion. Princess Yongchun recited a line of poetry, but didn't finish it. Miss asked me to come and ask you. Hey, are you listening?"

"What poem?"

Hong Yi asked calmly.

There was absolutely no anger or sense of humiliation as I remembered.

After all, his mind and soul were not truly those of a fifteen-year-old boy. Although the maid in front of him did not understand hierarchy and her words were often offensive to him, his soul essence was still that of a Fifth Tribulation Ghost Immortal.

A true dragon never gets angry because of the ants' baring teeth and claws; it will only crush them to death with one foot.

How is the behavior of the maidservant in front of him any different from that of an ant that provokes a true dragon?

No need to care at all.

"As expected, it was useless."

Seeing that Hong Yi had held back, Xiao Ning muttered to herself, "When Princess Yongchun was playing the zither, she said, 'My heart is already in turmoil before I even play it today,' and then she was racking her brains for the next line. Miss sent me to ask you, hoping you can come up with the next line."

really.

When Hong Yi heard Xiao Ning's purpose, a look of "I knew it" appeared on his face.

The scene before my eyes.

It was exactly the same as he remembered.

"But why is it that all my other memories are intact, including the memories of techniques such as the 'Past Amitabha Sutra' and the 'Tiger Demon Bone Refining Fist,' as well as my cultivation insights, but the content of the 'I Ching' is missing?"

Hong Yi was completely baffled.

Even before I played the instrument today, my heart was already in turmoil; this heart is not something I can control!
While deep in thought, Hong Yi took out a piece of white paper and wrote a line of cursive script on it with thick ink.

"what is this?"

Xiao Ning saw the cursive script characters soaring and flying like dragons and snakes. The maid, who had only read a little and knew a few characters, could hardly recognize them.

"You're just a servant, and you can't even read, why are you asking so many questions?" Hong Yi tossed the written poem over and said coldly, "Just send it over."

"you…"

When Xiao Ning saw Hong Yi mocking her for being illiterate, her eyes flashed with malice. She clenched her fists so tightly that her knuckles cracked twice, as if she wanted to teach him a lesson.

It was only because Hong Yi, the young master of the Marquis's mansion, was not favored by the First Madam that even if he was bullied by the servants, he would at most receive a scolding and would not be punished much.

Therefore, Xiao Ning had no respect for Hong Yi whatsoever, and now that Hong Yi was mocking her, how could she possibly swallow this insult?

"Hmph, how dare a mere maid lay a hand on her master?"

Just as Xiao Ning was about to make a move, Hong Yi suddenly spoke up and reprimanded her.

As he finished speaking, a powerful aura enveloped Xiao Ning, causing her to tremble uncontrollably and freeze on the spot.

"Yes."

"Although I haven't started cultivating yet, before my rebirth I was at least a Fifth Tribulation Ghost Immortal, a near-sage among scholars, especially compared to ordinary people?"

As the saying goes: "Living conditions influence one's temperament, and one's upbringing influences one's physical condition; how great is the importance of living conditions!"

"It's perfectly normal that my loud shout could intimidate a maid who's not even a martial arts master."

Upon witnessing this scene, Hong Yi experienced a series of profound realizations.

“Who laid a hand on you? I was just getting some paper. You’re the young master, how dare we servants be angry with you?”

After regaining his senses, Xiao Ning spoke with a fierce but inwardly weak tone.

After saying that, he took the paper, turned around quickly, and left without daring to say another word.

Only Hong Yi remained in the room, lost in thought.

(End of this chapter)