Peerless Taoist

"A thousand years ago, Yihan and I were both brothers. I was good at Neo Confucianism, and Yihan was fond of mental learning. We argued for several years and finally agreed to fight a decisive battle in one day. The loser abandoned his cultivation and died to show his ambition."

"That argument, I talked with Yihan for three days and nights, and finally I reached a draw with Yihan. However, this is not the result I want."

"The way of heaven is awesome. If I want to go further, I will never admit defeat here. Therefore, I chose Bingxie and left only this relic. Later, people will understand what I have learned and pass on all my words and Tao to you."

The voice seemed to come from the nine days, full of solemnity and majesty.

When all the people heard these words, there was a storm in their hearts.

Even the white haired Confucian stood up and said in a trembling voice, "are you the sage of Neo Confucianism, Zirong?"

In ancient times, there were two major sects of Confucianism and Taoism, one was psychology and the other was Neo Confucianism.

The two sects have different ideas, so the Confucian scholars between the two sects often refute each other and always want to prove the other wrong.

Even the literary saints of the two sects are the same.

Yihan was the last literary saint to rise thousands of years ago. I didn't expect that this literary saint was a contemporary figure with Yihan.

"I'll see the saint."

All the Confucian scholars worshipped the thin old man.

I can't argue you to lose. Even if it's a draw, I won't accept it.

A person who would rather die than admit that his ideas cannot overwhelm each other.

This will is terrible.

The thin old man said faintly, "I don't want my inheritance of Neo Confucianism to be cut off. This virtual shadow should be the last residual shadow left between heaven and earth."

"When you wait for good health and practice, I hope my way is not lonely."

A dazzling golden light suddenly sprinkled on the people around.

For a time, all the people around the light and shadow of Wensheng were covered by this golden light at the same time, and a bright light flashed through everyone's spirit.

Just like being enlightened, for a moment, many people's literary and Taoist accomplishments made rapid progress.

"I, wait!" Li Xiang was worried. He didn't expect such a result.

Although he is arrogant in his heart, now it is related to the inheritance of Wensheng, and he will get it anyway.

However, as soon as he ran over, the golden light around him had disappeared.

Many people are still immersed in the state of being preached and educated. Many people close their eyes directly and chant words in their mouth, as if they have some feeling.

Everything, it's too late.

The white haired Confucian suddenly opened his eyes and burst out laughing: "I can break through the realm of literature and Taoism again in my lifetime, ha ha!"

A sound of hearty laughter resounded through the sky, stirring the heroic spirit around, and gathered in his direction.

Seeing this scene, all the people around looked at the white haired Confucian in surprise.

However, they soon recovered and immediately remembered the inheritance they had received.

"It is worthy of the inheritance of Wensheng. It's really clever!"

"I feel that I have saved ten years of hard work directly. No, my future cultivation is more clear!"

This inheritance is a once-in-a-thousand-year event.

In order not to let his inheritance disappear, Wen shengzirong not only taught everyone his understanding of literature and Taoism, but also taught some experience of cultivation.

It can be said that after this time, white deer academy will produce many more talents.

"I... I wasted this opportunity in vain!" Li Xiang looked at the people around him one by one immersed in the joy of inheritance, and his jealous mind couldn't help it any longer.