Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading - Chapter 665
[Chapter 647 Under Three Feet, I’m Here!]
Time reversed to a quarter of an hour ago.
Square inch mountain.
Chen Luo was frowning as he watched the battle between Song Ci and the two plague demons in the sky. In the sycamore forest of Fangcun Mountain, a sycamore leaf suddenly fell off the tree, as if being swept up by a breeze, and floated onto Chen Luo’s shoulder.
Just when Chen Luo was about to pat off the sycamore leaf, an “old” voice came into Chen Luo’s mind: “Song Ci is in danger.”
“Huh?” ”
“Song Ci used righteous energy to transform corpse energy, and he has already stepped into the nether world with half of his foot.” The Qinglong Emperor did not respond to Chen Luo, but continued, “He cannot be conferred a saint in the world, and this time he made a move, repaying his mortal intentions.” ”
Chen Luo’s complexion suddenly became solemn, but he also understood that it would consume a lot of energy to transmit the sound to himself through the leaves of the phoenix tree across the whole Southern Wilderness, and it was impossible to just report his funeral.
That shows that I may have some role in this!
“Master, what can I do?”
“You can…” The Azure Dragon Emperor continued to communicate with Chen Luo, and Chen Luo’s expression changed from solemn to thinking, and finally eased again. It fell from Chen Luo’s shoulder.
“Old Mastiff, I’ll go out!” Chen Luo said to Mastiff Lingling, then quietly disappeared and left Fangcun Mountain.
In a quarter of an hour.
In the sky, Song Ci, who had just killed the heel, felt that the righteousness in his body was rapidly dissipating.
Transforming the Tao with the body is to use righteousness to pave a smooth road on the long bridge of seeking. He can try his best to run a few steps forward on this smooth road, but if he can’t reach the other shore of the Holy Land, this road will eventually collapse.
This is the doomed ending.
It is also the third way of Confucianism to seek death – “martyrdom” besides “green blood and heart” and “opening peace”.
Mencius said: If there is Tao in the world, you should die for it; if there is no Tao in the world, you should die with your body.
The moment when the righteousness dissipates is the end of life.
However, he has no regrets!
Maybe Emperor Qinglong is right, there are still people in this world who can help him.
But let himself hide in the dark, don’t say a word, and watch his heels go back to his ancestors, he can’t do it!
After staying with the dead for a long time, he has a thorough understanding of life and death.
The geese leave traces, the wind leaves a sound, a person lives forever, and the grass and trees fall in autumn. Seeking it is a “come”!
His holy way was suppressed by moralists, and his writings were not allowed to enter the hall of elegance. Even if Cheng Nansong pushed him repeatedly, the position of Wu Zuo was nothing more than a low-level official.
Today, he will use his own life to die in martyrdom!
Show the power of autopsy and the power of the law!
In the history books, when it comes to this blood tide, who dares to say that Song Ci is nameless, and who dares to say that the way of autopsy is rude and unethical!
The aged Song Ci looked around for a week. Now that he still had some power, he could burst out all the corpse energy at once to stop an opponent for the great Confucian of the human race.
Who should I choose?
No matter who you choose, the old man has no intention of living from the moment he stood up today!
Nanhuang, remember, there is a great Confucian named Song Ci!
Song Ci was about to say something, when suddenly a rustling voice entered Song Ci’s ears.
“Senior Song, I’m Chen Luo!”
“Don’t seek death.”
“My master said I can help you!”
Song Ci was taken aback, and immediately locked the direction of the voice, then immediately closed his eyes slowly, letting The corpse’s aura spread, cutting off his own life, and he fell from the sky…
He adjusted his falling trajectory a little in the middle, and relieved his own weight in mid-air, and was finally caught by Chen Luo.
“Run!” An urging voice reached Chen Luo’s ears, and Chen Luo immediately carried Song Ci on his back, shouting as he ran—
“Bai Mo’s articles depend on my way, and something happened to me, so you don’t want to see strange things again.” Text!”
“I came here to collect Grandpa Song Ci’s corpse, you guys will attack me, the Fang family will be the first to spare you!”
“The two clans are fighting, don’t chop up the corpse!”
“Grandpa King Jing, save me!”
” Grandpa, save me!”
“Brother, save me!”
…
Sensing Chen Luo’s behavior, the atmosphere in Nanhuang suddenly became strange.
They didn’t expect Chen Luo to appear in Nanhuang, but how could they do it now!
Although the human race has only three dao protectors, the question is, who knows if the temple and dao palace have gone far?
The heart of the Confucian school, the heart of the Taoist school…
don’t mention it.
At this time, who wants to be the early bird.
The nine thousand miles of martial arts mean a lot to the human race. If it is a chaotic battle at this time, maybe some ancestor demons will be moved, but now everyone is in a state of clear division, who dares to fight?
Whether Chen Luo can be killed or not is not certain, but regardless of whether Chen Luo is dead or not, whoever strikes first will definitely be blown away by Confucianism and Taoism!
Besides, Chen Luo was right.
Bai Mo’s article still needs to be placed on Chen Luo Avenue.
A book of “Wukong Biography” has a bloodline of a heavenly emperor and a demon. If it is really written down, it is uncertain whether the human race will benefit more or the demon race will benefit more.
Now, Nanhuang’s general view of Chen Luo is to try not to make him a saint!
In other words, in this situation, Chen Luo is absolutely safe in the Southern Wilderness.
Besides, he saved Song Ci, a martyr, even if his life was saved, his way would be broken.
what sense!
Still the same sentence, the human race is really not clear-headed sometimes! What would a majestic master of martial arts do to save a dying person?
But having said that, it was also the first time for Wan Yao to see this master of martial arts whom he had heard about for a long time.
How do you look, cowardly?
Do you need to shout so loudly?
You say Old King Jing, Lang Feixian forget it, what are you calling Qinglong Emperor!
Who are you trying to scare?
Emperor Qinglong is old and weak, who is afraid! (_)
For a moment, the ancestor demons not only restrained their breath, but also became vigilant about their surroundings.
Don’t let any idiot come out to give Chen Luo a blow, or be framed by other races.
That’s really a grievance that can’t be washed away even if the record of injustice is washed away!
Just when the thoughts of the ancestor demons were spinning, they only heard Chen Luo shout: “Ouch…”
The ancestor demons saw that Chen Luo was carrying Song Ci on his back, and fell heavily.
It wasn’t something wrong with Chen Luo, it was because Song Ci was seriously injured. While running, Chen Luo used the air of the world to suppress Song Ci’s corpse energy. , fell down.
Chen Luo quickly got up and checked Song Ci. Seeing that there was no serious problem, he felt relieved, put Song Ci on his back
again, and shouted: “Shameless monster, unexpectedly attacked!” !”
The ancestor demons of the Southern Wilderness: (_)
Is there something wrong with you!
You don’t need the ancestor demon, even the great sage can tell that you fell by yourself!
Where did the sneak attack come from!
What gibberish are you talking about!
Tough ass against the air!
Didn’t those Confucian scholars in the Southern Wilderness say that warriors are simple and honest, with a simple temperament?
Doesn’t it mean that Wufu is brave and foolish, and his heart is sincere?
You are a majestic Taoist master, why are you so pure and innocent!
You are not good enough on your own, so why blame the Nanhuang Road for being uneven?
Is it true that everyone is blind?
At this moment, Lang Feixian asked Youyou: “Junior Junior Brother, can you see who did it?”
Gan!
All the demon ancestors felt their brains buzzing.
Confucianism!
Where is your shame?
What is your bottom line?
What about the wind of a gentleman?
“Wolves!” Chen Luo blurted out!
Anyway, tigers and wolves are the enemies of the human race, and they will not take this blame.
Tiger Clan…well, forget it.
Just choose the wolf family!
At this time, the wolf clan ancestor Yaolang who had been led by Lao Jingwang before was immediately furious.
No, no, impossible!
Lang Lu said coldly: “Chen Luo, don’t think that this ancestor is afraid to kill you!”
As soon as he said this, he heard another shout from Chen Luo—
“Ouch!”
“Damn!”
Chen Luo fell again!
Chen Luo immediately got up, carried Song Ci on his back and ran wildly again, shouting: “Grandpa, the ancestor demon of the wolf tribe is going to kill me !
” Here, you will definitely protect me!” ”I am the youngest closed disciple!” ”Master, this disciple misses you so much…”
Hearing Chen Luo’s cries for help became more and more outrageous, a cough finally came from the sycamore forest in the northwest of the southern wasteland.
“Ahem…”
“Stop howling…”
“Run slower, no one will attack you!”
Although the words were vicissitudes, a faint coercion instantly covered the entire Southern Wilderness, below the Zu Yao I can’t notice it, but the Ancestral Demon Realm feels that the spirit has stagnated for a moment.
The faces of the ancestor demons were solemn.
Is this the might of the Emperor Demon?
Convincing the Qilin King with virtue, the Qinglong Emperor is too old!
Sure enough, yes!
At this moment, Emperor Qinglong’s voice sounded again: “Han Changli, Chen Xiyi, are you still going ?
” Fuck! Han Changli! Chen Xiyi! These two killer embryos haven’t left yet? Sure enough, even breathing in the Confucianism and Taoism is fake! Do you dare to dig out your heart and put it in the sun for a while! The hall master of the dignified hall, the master of the Taoist palace, actually sneaked up on the cat. What are your intentions! What do you want to do! What about demeanor? What about the pattern? At the same time, a cold air rose in the hearts of the ancestor demons. Fortunately, the heart and eyes of the human race have already been vigilant in the blood, and they didn’t do anything just now! Otherwise, whoever makes the move will suffer! At this time, two laughter came from above the sky. ”The old man is getting old and took a nap, so let’s go…”
“Yes, Mr. Han is afraid that Mr. Xiyi will kill the demon in his dream, so he specially guards here to protect the Southern Desolation…”
“Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go…” After
a few times of “Let’s go”, the voice became more ethereal , it seems that the speaker has gone away.
All the ancestor demons: Bah!
Do not believe!
Don’t talk about this and that, just don’t believe it!
The gazes of all the ancestor demons fell on the direction of the parasol forest, and the Azure Dragon Emperor also sighed lightly: “If it is against the tide, the old man will take action!”
That’s good!
The demons let out a sigh of relief.
However, all the ancestral demons still gave off a little demonic aura, falling far away from Chen Luo.
For nothing else but protection.
Don’t make any more fools.
Hurry up and send this uncle out!
Ever since, another miraculous scene appeared in the Southern Wilderness.
The ancestor demon stopped protecting the dharma, the great sage stopped absorbing luck, and all eyes fell on Chen Luo.
Everyone bear with it, be quiet, and don’t make any moves.
Don’t be fooled by this product!
As long as my protection measures are good enough, you won’t be able to accuse me!
…
“Daxuanzhenghe calendar forty-seventh year, autumn, the seventh day of September.
” A hero of the generation of the demon race.”
“For another half a day, there is a plague demon, who wants to return to his ancestors!”
“The great scholar of the human race, the former Minister of Law, Song Ci, came here. Because these two demons once caused a boundless plague and catastrophe with the human race, and their crimes were heinous. Song Ci decided the punishment according to the Great Profound Law, under the battle between the two monsters and the blood tide of the Southern Desolation.”
“At that time, the mountain of corpses descends , accompanied by ghosts and ghosts, and the way of autopsy once again shows its divine power.
” Turn into Tao with your body, cut yourself off from the holy path, and let your heels fall under the tide of blood in the Southern Desolation!” “Excellent
! Painful!”
“The way of heaven is not fair, why should I be hurt by Song Ci, a great Confucian!”
“Of course, there is Chen Luo, the master of martial arts, I don’t know when I sneaked into the Southern Wilderness, but at this time I rose up and walked away with my corpse on my back!”
“While running, he scolded all monsters angrily, without fear, the monsters were intimidated by the righteousness in his words, and dared not move rashly!”
“Wolf The family was shameless and secretly attacked Chen Luo. In order to protect Song Ci’s body, Chen Luo did not hesitate to block him, fell into the dust, and was seriously injured!”
“But he continued to escort Song Ci’s body to his homeland without hesitation!”
“In other words: Please kill me, don’t hurt the remains of the predecessors!”
“A sincere heart finally moved Emperor Qinglong, and personally acted to protect him!”
“Ten thousand monsters dare not do anything!”
“Tai Shigong said: Song Ci’s way, in the Compassionate and sympathetic, he is admirable in upholding the law. Chen Luozhi’s righteousness, went deep into the Southern Desolation, and kept Song Ci safe. Great wisdom, great courage, great benevolence and righteousness! The spine of the human race is well deserved.
” ”
…
“Phew, I’m exhausted!” Under Nanhuang’s dedicated protection, Chen Luo finally left Nanhuang and entered the nearest Daxuan City.
Local officials had been waiting here for a long time, but those officials had already received their orders. They just brought Chen Luo to a quiet manor and stopped following him.
At this time Song Ci had already fallen into a coma, breathing intermittently. Chen Luo brought him into the hall and placed him on the bed that had been arranged.
Looking at Song Ci, Chen Luo recalled what Emperor Qinglong said to him.
“Song Ci’s way, you have to wander between life and death before you can see the way forward. Therefore, neither Han Changli nor the old man has ever explained it clearly.”
“Flesh and blood, no matter whether it is born from a womb or an egg, is transformed by the power of heaven. Among them, the various manifestations on the corpse also contain the principle of the great way. Song Ci walked this way!”
“This way is incompatible with living beings, and it is not the way of the ghosts. It can be said to be the way of corpses.”
“He thinks his holy way .” It’s a big mistake.”
“What he needs is the breath of life! It’s life’s nostalgia for this world.”
“The avenue of the world, if the ancient Buddhism is still there, its Purdue Mercy Your Buddhist avenue contains the energy of life. Now, your seven-colored world of mortal martial arts is equally rich in the energy of life.”
“If Song Ci comprehends this truth between life and death, he will be consecrated soon.”
“If you don’t have time, you will be a soul Into the Netherworld, you can accept it.”
Chen Luo let out a long breath.
Taking Song Ci to the underworld?
no!
The world cannot live without his way!
In the future, even if the Linhuang Dao succeeds and the two realms reconnect, it will only be reincarnation reconstruction, and the principles are the same, and life and death will still have their own rules.
The case in the Yangjian is in the Yangjian; the affairs of the Netherworld are handled by the Netherworld.
Each performs his duties.
It is impossible for a dead person to call up the ghost of the deceased and ask “who is the murderer”.
Otherwise, if the two realms shuttle frequently, what do the Yin and Yang realms need to do, just merge into one realm.
Therefore, in terms of law and punishment, Song Ci’s theory, Song Ci’s principles must be preserved!
“Fortunately, it’s me!” Chen Luo sighed, “Otherwise, just to remove the toxin, a medical sage might be required.”
As he spoke, Chen Luo’s figure flickered and he transformed into a Golden Crow state.
Chen Luo stretched out his hand and hovered over Song Ci’s lips. With a thought, a drop of Golden Crow blood essence was forced out and fell into Song Ci’s mouth.
The golden crow’s essence and blood burned all the plague toxins in Song Ci’s body!
As the golden crow’s blood essence entered Song Ci’s body, the vitality and yang power contained in the blood essence instantly spread to Song Ci’s whole body, the pale skin immediately turned pale, and the heart that had almost stopped beating started beating again .
Chen Luo’s complexion also paled slightly, and he turned back into the human deity again.
He helped Song Ci up, and sat cross-legged across from him, stretched out his finger, pointed at the center of Song Ci’s eyebrows, and closed his eyes slightly. Immediately, the thick seven-colored mortal air rose from Chen Luo’s body, followed his extended fingers, and continuously entered Song Ci’s body.
…
Song Ci felt like he had a dream.
In the dream, he heard the sound of the rushing river, and unconsciously wanted to walk towards the river.
As the sound of the river grew louder, he seemed to have forgotten many things.
He forgot his name, his identity, and his past.
He didn’t know where he was going, he just knew he was going towards the river.
After walking for an unknown amount of time, he saw the rushing river in the distance.
Every spray in the river turns into a living creature.
They were floating in the river, and they seemed to be yelling at Song Ci to hurry over.
Song Ci was about to take a step and run towards the river when suddenly, a cloud of seven-colored qi descended from the sky and surrounded him.
what is this?
Song Ci shook his head, he wanted to pass through the colorful things and walk towards the river.
Suddenly, a baby’s cry made Song Ci stop.
He turned his head, and saw an infant child emerging from the colorful mist.
Amidst the crying, he felt a sense of helplessness, which seemed to be panic about a strange world.
This is how that child feels.
Immediately, a warmth surrounded him tightly.
It is a soft embrace that holds a swaddling child.
An unparalleled love was born in his heart.
This is the mood of the mother.
Then, another phantom appeared in the colorful mist. Similarly, Song Ci also sensed different emotions.
There is the joy of growth, the annoyance of failure, the melancholy of separation, and the urge to fall in love.
There are high-spirited sailing sailing out to sea; waiting and waiting with lonely lights in the cold night;
as if walking through a bustling city, emperors, generals and ministers, talented scholars and beautiful women, plan their power and enjoy the glory, and there are traffickers and pawns, for petty profits, three times a day. Meals, busy, running around day and night.
It also seems to have seen the hard-working fields, working at sunrise and resting at sunset, calculating the grain frame for a good harvest and planning for future generations.
Until the age is old, the youth is gone.
Ultimately, ashes to ashes, ashes to ashes.
No one is always young, but there are always young people.
After Fang Jue fell into the ground and cried, he heard the sound of falling to the ground.
All the bustling sounds in the world are in the sound of crying.
This is the world.
Song Ci took a deep breath, and he inhaled streams of colorful air from the world of mortals into his body.
The wild fire burns endlessly, can it be regenerated by the spring breeze?
No, these people, they’re not some humble weeds. It is not a dispensable weed that will be replaced in the next year after being burned!
They also struggled to break through the ground, they also greeted the spring, and they also resisted the autumn wind.
They have grown, they have been green.
The fire can’t burn the traces they left on the ground!
Remember this spring and rain, they used to exist!
This dust of the earth remembers that they once existed!
Nobody, who are you.
It doesn’t matter who you forget.
Who didn’t go all out to the end of life!
More and more mortal air was sucked into Song Ci’s body, and his spirit became more and more clear.
Yes, I am Song Ci.
I am not a nobody!
There is no reason for death to be the end of everything.
If someone sets fire, I will find the person who set it on fire!
You don’t care about those weeds, I do!
I want peace of mind for the dead and peace of mind for the living!
I have a way, cleanse the injustice!
All the mortal energy was sucked into Song Ci’s body. At this time, the colorful objects disappeared, but the scene in front of Song Ci’s eyes also changed suddenly.
There was no long river, no waves, he raised his head, and he stood on a long rope, and on the opposite side of the rope, there was a door.
Perhaps it is more accurate to say that it is the door frame. There is a white mist behind the door, and nothing can be seen.
He lowered his head, the rope was broken, but in front of the rope, there was a stream of blood energy, and further forward, there was a stream of seven-colored air, leading directly to the door.
Song Ci walked forward step by step, passed through the blood energy, passed through the colorful colors, and finally stood in front of the “door”.
The question of seeking: Is there still justice under three feet?
Answer: I am here!
Song Ci stepped into the gate one step at a time!
…
The mighty Shengwei was released from Song Ci’s body, Chen Luo couldn’t dodge in time, and was blown to the ground by Shengwei.
Immediately, above the sky, there were thousands of miles of blue sky, splendid clouds, and within ten thousand miles of the manor, a hundred flowers bloomed.
Immediately afterwards, a blue avenue of thousands of miles emerged in the sky. Under the bright sun, it began to drizzle continuously. When the rain fell on the person, it directly turned into a beam of righteousness and entered the human body.
“Splendid Miles”!
“A thousand flowers bloom”!
“It’s raining when it’s upright”!
At this moment, every human race felt joy in their hearts.
They all put down their work and looked up at the sky, with an uncontrollable joy blooming on their faces.
Here it is, a miracle!
Everyone is anxiously waiting for something!
Soon, a majestic voice resounded in the entire human race area—
“Congratulations to the great Confucian Song Ci, who has explored, opened up the world, and became a saint!
” Half holy! It really is a half-holy! My human race has one more demi-saint! … Historical records: In the forty-seventh year of Zhenghe in the Daxuan calendar, in autumn and on the seventh day of September, Song Ci, the originator of forensic medicine, mastered the holy way of forensic medicine, and was conferred a saint in the territory of the human race ! (end of this chapter)
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