Reborn Sun Wukong

Chapter 296
Chapter 290 Three

Immortals and gods from all walks of life came here one after another. Today, no, to be precise, in the next few days, this Lingbo Prefecture will usher in the most lively few days in a century.

The auction event was started in a hurry, and it will definitely attract everyone's attention. There are also many envoys from the Three Realms. Of course, everyone did not face people with their real identities. Besides, who dares to make trouble in front of Lingbo Pavilion in Lingbo Prefecture.

Everyone was tacitly aware of it, so the people who came to Lingbo Pavilion to participate in the grand event were relatively low-key, and no one was the kind of arrogant and insane person.

So it's very worry-free, no more management is needed, of course there will inevitably be some crazy people, but they are just people who come to participate in the grand event, and they don't even have the qualifications to enter the auction hall.

All ghosts, ghosts and gods from all walks of life came here one after another, all for the opening of this auction.

In the auction hall, there are about ten floors high, and it is no problem to leave ten thousand people alone in this hall. In the center is an incomparably solemn platform. The ten floors are all single rooms, which are also prepared for these distinguished guests.

Speaking of which, the Lingbo Pavilion is more attentive, knowing that separating them is also to avoid trouble, everyone understands this, now is the centennial ceremony of this Lingbo Pavilion, how can you make trouble here, even if you meet the immortal The enemy can only pretend not to know each other. If he dares to make trouble here without opening his eyes, one can imagine what the result will be. After making Lingbo Pavilion unhappy, it will be difficult for him to get through the Three Realms. The business done by Lingbo Pavilion spread across the Three Realms.

Who is so short-sighted, but just shines here when someone is holding a centennial ceremony, and makes trouble here, isn't this an idle bitch?

People would come here every day to congratulate Lingbo Pavilion on its centenary ceremony. Regardless of whether the congratulations were true or not, they came here for the auction of Lingbo Pavilion.

Instead, the most anticipated person became the emperor of the Tang Dynasty, who can be called a king.

The congratulatory gift is to send a ten-thousand-year-old dragon ginseng, and even the inkstone used by the Confucian saint Confucius. Although it is not a holy weapon, it is a genuine saint's thing. Even after tens of thousands of years, it has been damaged. But its value is not weak.

Although it is not as precious as a semi-holy bone, even if you are a thing used by a true saint, it is only a thing of a true saint. It cannot be said that a page of paper in the hands of a true saint is enough to kill a semi-holy. .

So in the end, this semi-sacred treasure bone is more precious. Even so, this Confucian and holy thing is enough to make people's hearts move.

"Now all the kings have come up with this kind of thing, so when the grand event starts, how can we compete for this last thing?"

"Yeah, judging by Wang Bo's calm appearance, there should be other things."

"Is there anything else? What else can you come up with that can compare with the ten thousand year old dragon ginseng and the black and white divine jade? Don't you know that this is the inkstone that Confucius used in the past."

"Che, just listen to that person's nonsense. Confucius already had calligraphy in his heart, so why use foreign objects to grind it? There is ink in his heart, and Confucianism in his heart. This thing was just created by Confucius inadvertently. After a long time, Listen to the Confucian sage Kong Sheng's Taoist voice, and you can be so fragrant, don't believe it."

Just as the man finished speaking, another voice suddenly came from the sky.

"Ru Zun Guan Canghai has come to Lingbo Pavilion to congratulate."

Daoyin fell, and saw a black crane flapping its wings from the sky.

"This is the Splashing Ink Crane."

On the top of the divine crane, a man dressed in black came slowly, his appearance could not be seen clearly, as if he had stepped out of a painting, and it seemed to be outlined by the tip of a pen.

"Here, who is this?"

"Looking at the sea? The world can only be achieved with a splash of ink. It's hard to imagine who else can do this except for watching the sea."

"That's right, Confucian venerables observe the sea, and Confucian and Taoist masters come here even to observe and know the world."

"No, when Guan Canghai lived in Tianshan, my great-grandfather once witnessed Guancanghai's sealing of pens. Back then, Guan Canghai sealed his pens in Tianshan, and made this place his own ashram. Could it be that this Confucian venerable Guancanghai has already entered the holy way?"

"No, it's impossible. The Holy Path hasn't been opened yet. Looking at the sea is considered a talent, but how can you comprehend the Holy Law when there is no Holy Way?"

Several people were quite shocked. At that time, Guan Canghai held only a pen, and closed the Tianshan Mountain outside the world, proclaiming the Three Realms and the Six Paths: If you don't realize the holy way, you can't go down to Tianshan Mountain.

Guan Canghai's talent is extraordinary. Once he entered Confucianism, it was like a dragon entering the sea. It was very smooth, and the road to practice was smooth all the way.

He became the most eye-catching new star at that time, with Confucianism in his heart, and the world was in chaos when he splashed ink;

Viewing the Canghai, as soon as you enter Tianshan Mountain to view the Canghai, this Guancanghai used to monopolize Tianshan Mountain outside the world, holding a ink pen, and banned with one word, no one can enter Tianshan Mountain.

Guan Canghai, who has been stuck in front of the holy road for a long time, boasted even more, letting go of his bold words: he must enter the holy way, or he will live forever in this world in the Tianshan Mountains without taking a single step.

Not to mention anything else, just to mention one point, the disciple of Guan Canghai, Guan Zhishi, can be said to be famous among the monster clan for three generations, even the direct disciples of other great forces, leading geniuses, dare not underestimate this Guan Zhishi, With such a person, how can his teacher accomplish nothing?
"Guan Canghai actually became a saint?"

"No, no, it's unlikely. You see, this is just Guan Canghai's spiritual thoughts, not Guan Canghai's real body. It means that Guan Canghai has not yet descended to Tianshan Mountain, but he is just here to present Lingbo Pavilion. It's just a gift."

"Good guy, I really can't underestimate this Lingbo Pavilion. It can even invite Guancanghai. Back then, the heavenly court tried its best to invite Guancanghai to the banquet at the Pantao Feast. The inscription, but Guan Canghai sealed off the Tianshan Mountains, sent a piece of paper to the heaven, just one word, no! The momentum is extraordinary, and it declares the meaning in Guan Canghai's heart."

"Big man said, you can't be subdued by power, and you can't be moved by poverty. Guancanghai can even reject the heavenly court. It's really extraordinary that such a bold person can come to Lingbo Pavilion to participate in the grand event. Is there something in Lingbo Pavilion that attracts you?" Watching the Canghai?" Several people discussed, there are too many legends about watching the Canghai.

There was a battle in Kowloon.

Of course, this Nine Dragons is far from the current Jiaolong, but during the battle between immortals and demons, a town near the sea, where ten thousand lives are lost, in order not to endanger the lives of these ten thousand people, Guan Canghai makes a move, and lays down ten thousand people to each other in the hands of the immortals. .

Holding an ink pen, fighting against the nine-headed dragon alone, defeating the enemy forcefully, and then even more vigorously, sharpening the pen, facing the immortal, and directly driving the battlefield from this small town thousands of miles away!

He became famous in the first battle and was called the dragon among men. If he cultivated not Confucianism and Taoism, but kingly way, maybe Guan Canghai is a new generation of supreme king, and no one will refuse!
"Did you forget Guan Canghai said to himself? If he didn't practice Confucianism and Taoism, there might be no such person as Guan Canghai now."

"Yes, Guan Canghai practices Confucianism and Taoism. Once you enter Confucianism, it is like a dragon entering the sea. Now Guancanghai, a dragon, has swam all over the current ocean. What he needs is to rush to a wider sky, but to enter this sky requires But it was the real opportunity, that's why he closed the Tianshan Mountain and realized the holy way, once he breaks through the sea and soars into the sky, it must be the day of canonization."

"See Ruzun Guancanghai." Amidst the amazement of the crowd, an old man flew up and landed directly in front of Guancanghai, and said respectfully.

"Mr. Ling doesn't need to be like this. Today is a century-old blessing for Lingbo Pavilion. However, I can't leave my real body. I can only rely on my spiritual body to come here to congratulate. I hope Mr. Ling will forgive me." Moying Guancanghai said.

"Where is the Guanshi talking? If the Guanshi can come, I, Lingbo Pavilion in Lingbo Prefecture, is full of splendor." The person called Mr. Ling laughed softly.

Mo Yingguan Canghai chuckled, took out something and handed it directly to Mr. Ling, saying: "After more than ten days of research, I have developed a word and sent it to Lingbo Pavilion. I am here to wish Lingbo Pavilion a hundred years of happiness."

Mr. Ling's eyes were full of excitement, and he hurriedly took it over and said, "It's a great honor to have the inscription written by Master Guan."

As he said that, Mr. Ling opened the paper scroll directly, and the golden light was shining brightly. Under the golden light, the words were vigorously left on the paper scroll.

--Chang.

The word is chang, chang means prosperity, and prosperity means happiness.

Happy to meet a hundred years of Lingbo, the lake is clear when the wind blows.

Under the Lingbo, the artistic conception is long.
Just one word, but let Mr. Ling realize a deeper artistic conception, this is the essence of Confucianism, one word is enough to sum up a thousand words.

"Thank you, Master Guan, for adding the pen and writing. I will definitely frame this writing by myself and hang it in the main hall." Mr. Ling said.

"Thank you for your love, sir. By the way, I have one more thing to ask you to fulfill when I come here today." Guan Canghai said.

"Teacher Guan speaks freely. If I can help, I, Lingbo Pavilion, will be obliged." Mr. Ling said.

"I came here for the black and white sacred jade of Confucian saint Confucius." Guan Canghai said.

When the man Wang Tang took out the black and white divine jade, he was destined to attract a group of powerful Confucian and Taoist people, but he did not expect that the first person here would be the current leader of Confucianism and Taoism— — Watch the sea.

"Guardian came here for the black and white divine jade? To be honest, the things of Confucian sage and Confucius are left in our hands only for viewing, but they are not practical. If they can shine in the hands of Guanshi, it should be the Confucian sage. I also hope to see things." Mr. Ling said.

This is the truth. There are not many people who practice Confucianism in the Ling family, and they don't have the talent to observe the sea like others. Keeping this Confucian holy thing in your hands is indeed only for viewing, but it cannot be used for its original purpose. .

If this black and white divine jade is given to Guan Canghai, maybe it can help Guan Canghai realize the holy way, and then the Ling family can be said to have made friends, and it can even be said to have cultivated a saint indirectly.

How to choose, the Ling family is not stupid.

"In that case, thank the Ling family."

"Slow, how can this thing choose its owner, how can it be so blind."

(End of this chapter)