Tales of Herding Gods - 649. Chapter 612

The woodcutter saint accepted him frankly and said: “I don’t have many disciples. I used to be the papal prince. The prince does not have to worship me as a teacher, so my official disciple is currently only you and your senior brother. That’s it. Compared to your big brother, you look a little green. You really have to study hard. I’m not teaching you to learn badly, but to teach you not to suffer.”

Qin Mu blinked, some of them didn’t look like a sage teacher, but like the old people of the disabled village.

“Master, what is a saint?” Qin Mu asked.

“The saint is a state of mind.”

When they came to this stage of beheading the gods, the woodcutter sage looked at this sacred mountain, and said without hesitation: “I once told you big brother, there are three standings for sanctification, standing up for teachings and merits, and three standings for sanctification. These three standings are made, The state of mind will reach a lofty state. From the point of view of the state of mind, no one can be the enemy. The saints have words, and words can establish education, teach sentient beings, preach and teach karma to solve puzzles, break through thorns, and open up a smooth path.”

Qin Mu was stunned and lost his voice: “Establishing a cult? Didn’t it establish the preaching of Tianshengjiao?”

The woodcutter sage shook his head and said: “It is not to establish a religion, it is to establish a sect. Establishing a sect is to create a sect. It is too shallow. If you create a sect, there will be sect disputes. Now. Isn’t it ruining your own foundation? So, if you say that you are the leader of Tianshengjiao, I know that your senior brother’s path is mostly wrong.”

Qin Mu’s brain was roaring, and suddenly he remembered the ancestors of the Heavenly Sages who had stayed in Fengdu, unconsciously imagining their tears streaming down their faces.

They are proud and proud of the identity of the god of the gods, but they don’t know that it is all wrong with the woodcutter.

The woodcutter saint walked along this sacred mountain, and from time to time he grabbed a piece of boulder, the boulder was directly melted by his mana, and turned into a stone pillar full of bulging patterns, inserted at the foot of this sacred mountain in a wonderful formation .

“To establish education is to establish education. How to establish education? Open education, develop colleges, broaden talents, do practical things, study Taoism and magical powers, and use them for daily use by the people.”

He whispered softly, while practicing the teleportation stone pillar, he said to Qin Mu: “If the country is weak, then change the law to become stronger and strengthen the country.”

His refining technique is not better than that of a dumb man, but it is also extremely quick. He imprints the culture of the runes of magical powers and imprints it on the stone pillars.

“If the people are weak, then preach to benefit the people and strengthen their people.”

“If the soldiers are weak, reform their weapons to strengthen their soldiers.”

“If you are unconscious, you will admonish him once and make a strong statement, and persuade the emperor to change it. If you don’t change it, if you advise him twice, if you don’t change it again, you will establish a new ruler on the contrary.”

“If there is no way in the sky, once the law is changed, the law of the sky will be changed to smooth the world. If the sky does not change, then the law will be changed to change the way.

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He spoke carefully, and he had already walked halfway along the foot of the mountain without knowing it.

Qin Mu listened attentively to the memory, and when the woodcutter saint had finished speaking about his ideas, Qin Mu suddenly said: “Master, the requirements of this saint are too high. I think carefully about all the people I have met and heard. Able to meet the requirements of the saint. Can you do it yourself?”

The woodcutter sage stopped, the rocks in mid-air melted, forming stone pillars.

The woodcutter sage remained motionless, and the patterns on the stone pillars stopped evolving.

Qin Mu was anxious and complained that he was talking too much. He quietly looked up, and saw the middle-aged man in lumberjack costume burst into tears.

“I used to think I could do it.”

The woodcutter saint’s voice was a little hoarse and sad: “I thought I could be a saint, and others called me as a saint. I thought I could establish a culture, transform the law to be strong, grow the emperor, change the weak status of the people, and let the people have a lot of people. Supernatural powers, change the weakness of the soldiers, let the soldiers have four frontiers and deter the barbarians. I thought I could keep the king from being mediocre and the sky not innocent, and I thought I could do meritorious service and defeat the decay… The last three points, I lost NS……”

Boom.

The unfinished stone pillar fell to the ground and plunged into the soil. The sage woodcutter put his right arm on the pillar, his head buried in the elbow, tears streaming down, and Qin Mu didn’t let Qin Mu see his gaffe.

“I was defeated. I failed to prevent Kaihuang from going to Wuyou Township. I made Jun faint. I was defeated. I thought I could change the way to change the way of heaven. However, the sky would destroy the kingdom of Kaihuang and ruin Kaihuang. Emperor Era. I lost, and I failed in the last battle…”

“I am defeated… Qin Mu, I am not the saint you are looking for, and I can’t teach you, I’m just a loser…”

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Qin Mu stared at him blankly, a feeling of empathy brewing in his chest.

At the time when the woodcutter’s reforms were in full swing, Kaihuang suddenly retreated and established Wuyou Township without a back-to-back fight, so the woodcutter was depressed.

He watched the Kaihuang retreat, watched the painstaking efforts to build the Kaihuang era, watched his comrades fight and die for the same idea, watched their heads be cut off, and the blood sprayed on the familiar ground. Watching those comrades in arms who were waiting for Kaihuang to return to lead them to fight one by one, dying, watching the Li people of that era die out from generation to generation, the newcomers replaced their familiar faces.

The frustration and pain in his heart are beyond the imagination of others.

Qin Mu suddenly said loudly: “Holy Master, can you pass on your saint’s way to me?”

The woodcutter saint wiped away the tears with his elbow sleeves and turned to look at him. Qin Mu excitedly said: “I want to inherit your mantle, continue to walk, continue to change, the monarch will be faint, and the heaven will be defeated!”

The woodcutter saint looked indifferent, shook his head and said, “You can’t.”

Qin Mu was filled with enthusiasm, clenched his fists, and said angrily: “Why can’t I? Big brother’s ability to understand and comprehend is a bit poor, I am not that stupid to comprehend Lijiao from Litian Shengjiao!”

The woodcutter sage shook his head and said: “Your big brother is a little stupid, a little stupid, but you are not much better. You are easy to get on your head, and you are stubborn. Although sometimes very cunning, you don’t have the ability to concentrate. , I feel very fresh about everything, and I really want to study it. Although you have a city mansion, the city mansion is not deep enough. Although you have faith, your faith is not stable enough. Dao heart is not strong enough to change your heart. You It’s not the material to be a saint, the lowest, you are not enough now.”

Qin Mu said loudly: “I can change, I can learn!”

“I can’t wait.”

The woodman smiled warmly, his voice softened, and said, “Good apprentice, I really can’t wait that long.”

Qin Mu was stunned.

The woodcutter saint continued to forge the stone pillar and walked forward.

Qin Mu silently followed him, watching him build the teleportation columns.

After a long time, the woodcutter sage finally finished the arrangement, glanced at Qin Mu who was a little depressed, and smiled: “You don’t have to cry and cry, if I knew you, I would really be like the black tiger guy, thinking that you have a bad faith. That’s it. Let’s go, let’s go up the mountain.”

The frustration on Qin Mu’s face disappeared, and he followed him back to the top of the God Slayer.

The woodcutter sage urged the teleportation method, and the stone pillars shone brightly, and the runes imprinted in the stone pillars glowed, shining the mark of the runes in the air, turning them into bizarre and magnificent text patterns and symbols.

These symbols are connected in mid-air, whizzing and spinning, turning faster and faster!

Even if it is a woodcutter who wants to move this god-slashing platform, he needs to turn his teleportation magical power into a formation method, and use the power of the formation method to teleport the god-slashing platform!

Amid the roar of the rays of light, the God Slashing Platform whizzed up, spinning and flying along the rays of light!

Standing on this sacred mountain, Qin Mu looked back, only to see that the alien star was getting farther and farther, and quickly disappeared from his sight.

All around, there is an endless dark starry sky, desolate and lonely, and occasionally tiny stars can be seen.

Qin Mu suddenly said: “Holy Master, I think there is someone who has better aptitude and understanding than me, and meets your requirements. I want to introduce him to see you.”

The woodcutter sage was startled slightly, and said with a smile: “Okay. But you don’t need to call me a saint teacher anymore, just call me a teacher.”

“teacher.”

A torrent of light shone down from the sky of Luofutian, shining on the ground in front of an altar in Luofutian.

Suddenly, many complicated rune marks appeared on the ground under the light of light flow, constantly changing, and then the light flow disappeared, and the huge and magnificent God Slayer suddenly appeared!

The woodcutter stepped off the God Slashing Platform, and the big axe flew up behind him, splitting a door to reach the Supreme Heaven: “You bring him to see me.”

Qin Mu bowed: “Yes, teacher.”

Tai Huangtian, leave the city.

Yankang Guoshi and a group of scholars from various schools in Yankang were designing spiritual soldiers to be used for siege and large-scale battles. Qin Mu came and said to Yankang Guoshi: “Guo Shi, the woodcutter sage wants to see you .”

Master Yankang’s body was shocked, and he looked up at him, surprised and delighted.

When the two came to Luofutian, the Yankang State Master looked up and looked at the tall and majestic altar. On the altar, a middle-aged man dressed as a woodcutter was standing there.

Master Yankang’s heart was agitated. After finishing up his clothes, he wanted to go to the altar to ask for a meeting. Suddenly the voice of the woodcutter and saint on the altar came out like a bell: “Master of Yankang, I have three questions. Answer these three questions and you can go to the altar. Come see me! You are on the altar!”

Guo Shi Yankang walked up the stone steps and walked to one-third of it. Suddenly the voice of the woodcutter saint passed down: “The first question is your original intention! Answer!”

Master Yankang stopped and said loudly: “Establish a heart for the heaven and the earth, establish a life for the people, for the sacred inheritance, open peace for all generations, and be my original heart!”

On the top of the altar, the saint woodcutter was silent for a moment and said, “Climb the altar.”

Yankang Guoshi continued to climb up, and when it came to two thirds, the voice of the woodcutter saint passed down again: “Second question, your Dao Xin! Answer!”

Yankang Guoshi stopped, full of life and spirit, and his spirit was flying: “If the original intention is not changed, the Taoist heart will be forever!”

“Go to the altar!”

Yankang Guoshi continued to climb and was about to come to the top of the altar. The woodcutter sage asked: “The third question, do you know that you will die because of this, and you will be ruined because of this. Therefore, the world will forget you and even hate you? This career, this article Road, not only may ruin your life, but also ruin your reputation and make you nameless in the future.”

“knowledge.”

Master Yankang bowed: “I am willing to do it, with no guilt and no regrets.”

The woodcutter saint smiled: “I teach countless people, but I only accept two disciples. However, neither of the two disciples has gotten my mantle to teach me the truth, but it blooms outside the door. Come up.”

Guo Shi Yankang ascended the last step, came to the top of this altar, and faced the woodcutter saint.

when–

Behind the saint woodcutter, the big axe fell to the ground and stuck to the ground. The woodcutter was sitting on the back of the axe, with a large horse gold knife, and his hands on his knees: “You can apprentice your teacher.”

Master Yankang picked up his blue shirt, bowed down, and said solemnly: “Jiangling scholar, see the teacher!”

Qin Mu looked up at the top of the altar and felt tears wet on his cheeks. He witnessed the inheritance of this saint that spanned the two eras of Kaihuang and Yankang.

The burden of the saint, from one era, to the shoulders of the people of the next era.

There was no thrilling scene, no feelings of emotion, but he was moved to tears.