People are conferring gods: I have risen from the beginning, I am the White Emperor!

The mortal world changes very quickly.

In the blink of an eye,

Bai Zhao stayed in the Confucius School for twenty years.

Because of his suggestions,

Confucius began to study"Poetry" with Bai Zhao at the age of forty.》、《Book", set"ritual"》、《Music", preface to"The Book of Changes", and author of"Spring and Autumn".

Since Zixia received the order from his senior brothers, he has followed Confucius and Baizhao for ten years, compiling new"The Analects of Confucius" every day.

Until now,

《"The Analects of Confucius" already has 3,650 pages.

If we exclude Confucius's echo of Bai Zhao, we can erase another fifty pages.

In the Confucius School, after absorbing twenty years of awe-inspiring righteousness, the seeds of good thoughts in Bai Zhao's heart have long been condensed and formed. But now, the"150" has not cracked a single crack.

Bai Zhao guessed that it was because Confucius, the founder of Confucianism, had not yet formally founded the school and established Confucianism.

When Confucian disciples spread all over the world, the aura of awe would surely be as grand as the aura of calamity, covering the prehistoric world.

At that time, he will use his awe-inspiring energy to gather kind thoughts, and the speed at which the seeds of kind thoughts will crack open will be much faster.

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At three o'clock in the morning, the sun sets, and the afterglow spreads across Jiuzhou, reflecting the earth into a bright red.

In the Confucius Academy, in front of two mahogany tables,

Confucius and Bai Zhao stopped writing at the same time and placed their pen and ink on the inkstone.

The two looked at a roll of yellow bamboo slips stacked in front of them and smiled at each other:

"The thirty-five volumes of the Spring and Autumn Period are now complete. After having known each other for more than twenty years,

Bai Zhao had become very familiar with Confucius, and now he was able to make some jokes at will.

He looked at the spring and autumn bamboo slips in front of him and said:

"Confucius, who compiled the Spring and Autumn Annals, was able to obtain humanistic merits."

"If you let me write it together, aren't you afraid that I will share your merit?"

Although Confucius has not practiced Kung Fu, he has been in contact with Bai Zhao for a long time and knows what merit is.

Naturally, he also understands how precious it is.

He smiled casually and said:

"You and I have a close friendship and have some merits. What’s the harm in Mr. Bai taking all of them?"

After saying this, as if in response to Confucius' words, a piece of auspicious clouds and purple air suddenly flew over the Lu Kingdom , carrying thousands of acres of merit. The purple air and glow illuminated the entire sky of the Lu Kingdom, and the golden merit poured out like the water of the Tianhe River. Down, it flows to the Confucius Academy below. Half of it flows into the Spring and Autumn Bamboo Slips written by Confucius and Bai Zhao, and the pen used to write the Spring and Autumn Bamboo Slips. The other half is divided into two and submerged into the bodies of Baizhao and Confucius. With the help of humane merits, it is placed in On the red table, a stack of thirty-five scrolls of Spring and Autumn Bamboo Slips shone with golden light, and finally merged into one jade-yellow bamboo slips. The brushes used by Confucius and Bai Zhao to write the Spring and Autumn Period also merged into one. It is a supernatural spiritual pen. The barrel of the pen is as crystal clear as jade, and the hair is as black as black water. Bai has recruited merits, and his spiritual consciousness scanned the two spiritual treasures floating in the air in front of him. Both of them have thirty acquired prohibitions. The one in the Spring and Autumn Bamboo Slips is The prohibitions of etiquette, in the Chunqiu pen, are the prohibitions of order, which belong to the highest grade acquired merit and spiritual treasures, which are all treasures that are difficult to find in the world. In front of Daluo Jinxian, the humane code is almost of this grade. Look at Confucius again, (see For exciting novels, go to Feilu Novel Network!) The latter gained merit and looked with Dharma eyes. It can be seen that the surface of the body is shrouded in a thick layer of golden light, which prevents all evils from invading, demons and monsters can ward off changes , and the already burly physique becomes stronger. A few points. As for the realm of cultivation, there is no movement at all. Bai Zhao doesn't know what those two saints think. Until now, they have not passed down any cultivation methods to Confucius, so that Confucius is still a mortal. Even in the book of life and death, Confucius's lifespan is recorded, which was seventy-three years in total. Now it has taken fifty-two years. Only then has his merits been added to his life. His lifespan is ten years longer, and there are only thirty-one years left to live.

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《"Spring and Autumn" turned into a spiritual treasure of merit and virtue, the awe-inspiring righteousness in the Confucius School became stronger again, and even the white moves attracted good thoughts much faster[]

Just when Bai Zhao was overjoyed, a big hand stretched out in front of him.

In the palm of his hand, there was a scroll of orange bamboo slips and a crystal jade pen.

It was the Spring and Autumn bamboo slips and Spring and Autumn pen that had just been transformed into a top-grade acquired merit and spiritual treasure.

Bai Zhao looked at Confucius.

Due to his age, the latter was inevitably a little stooped, but his eyes were still clear.

At this time, facing Bai Zhao, he smiled and said:

"Mr. Bai, I am not a monk,"

"This thing is of no use to me, so just take it."

After thirty years of hard work, I finally gave it to my friend easily.

Confucius was generous, and he couldn't be shameless for free.

It was a blessing to take advantage of some of his merits.

How could he get another spiritual treasure?

I was about to refuse, but I heard that Confucius had already grown up behind him. Zixia, a middle-aged man, said:

"Master Bai, this is a gift from the elders and cannot be declined, so just accept it."

Elder?

Bai Zhao was stunned. If you really count, he is tens of thousands of years old.

Confucius also realized that he was disrespectful and quickly scolded Zixia:

"What nonsense!"

Baizhao is a monk, but he looks 1.1 years younger, and no one knows his actual age.

How can he be called an elder?

Baizhao chuckled lightly,

"No problem."

Then he reached out and took away the Chunqiu pen and said:

"It is a gift from a friend and cannot be refused. This pen is enough for me."

Confucius stopped insisting and put away the Spring and Autumn Bamboo Slips with a smile.

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The meritorious deeds of a thousand acres descended from heaven are already considerable, enough to attract the attention of many great powers in the ancient world.

Deep in the blood sea, in the ancestral hall of Asura, he sat cross-legged on the red lotus of Karma Fire, meditating to gather the Son of Blood God in order to recover from his injuries.

As soon as there was any movement in the sky, he opened his scarlet eyes and looked at Qingzhou Lu. In the land of the country, he smelled the smell of merit!

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