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Chapter 147 Tianbao: My fate is determined by myself, not by God (Please collect and support)
Overthrowing the Xuanyuan Dynasty is not a matter of a day or a night. The enemy has occupied Zhongzhou for a long time and has dominated the world. They have countless strength. They also have Confucianism in charge and control the world's etiquette and laws. With such strength in the north, even the King of Zhenbei cannot get past it, let alone the Xuanyuan Dynasty.

Planning, setting up a trap, and waiting in secret are the best options.

"However, Master, our cooperation with the South."

They went from light to darkness, so what about the evil cult in the south?

Theoretically speaking, aren't they still cooperating with the Demon Cult?

Before the headmaster could speak, someone started cursing, "We've all been annihilated, so the cooperation is naturally over. Can they find us and make us crawl out of our graves to cooperate with them?"

"It's an exchange of interests. We take what they have, and they covet ours. They are only interested in profit."

"You don't think of taking them with you now."

The man scratched his head.

"Not really."

"But Master, it is difficult for us to accomplish anything alone. Only by uniting together can we accomplish great things that will change the world in our lifetime."

Zuo Zhengxuan understood, so he smiled.

"We naturally need a partner. Don't worry, they won't be frauds."

"Si family. Have you heard of it?"

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A big thing happened in the north recently.

The Yang Zhu school of thought, which dominated the north and rose at an extremely fast speed, was destroyed by the King of Zhenbei.

The people of Tingfeng City brought news that when the Yang Zhu school was praying for the people in the north, the King of Zhenbei sent a powerful army to attack them. The White Jade Palace in the sky was filled with blood and corpses were scattered all over the ground. The head of the Yang Zhu school also died there.

But the theoretical situation where the mob would scatter without a leader did not happen.

Seventy-two cities in five provinces rose up in arms. They inherited the Yang Zhu school of thought and fought back with the slogan "The world belongs to all people." Although they lost their leader, the local branches of the school sent people to discuss and finally decided to occupy one place each. When they were ready, they attacked Zhenbei City and captured the King of Zhenbei alive.

Regardless of whether they can succeed, at least the north is in real chaos.

When the news reached the capital, the prince couldn't help rubbing his head again.

Good news: King Zhenbei has captured all the leaders of the Yang Zhu School, leaving no one alive.

Bad news: The good news is fake.

"Escape. Those guys are really willing to do it!"

"They gathered strength for so long, and there were quite a few strong men in the sixth and seventh realms, but they just threw it away without hesitation, turning from open to covert, and leaving such a mess for me. Very good, those guys are very good!"

"How could the King of Zhenbei be tricked so easily?"

It was still the chief priest who comforted the prince.

"After all, Tingfeng City is theoretically the enemy's base camp. If they really want to stir up widespread public resentment, they should spread the news throughout the north."

"But it was precisely because this movement was too big that it would be discovered by the King of Zhenbei, so it spread out from Tingfeng City as the center."

"The King of Zhenbei can't have everything he wants, but the north can still be stable now."

"At least the provinces and regions will not take action lightly. The King of Zhenbei is feared by the world. Without the leader, who dares to be the first to take action?"

Having said that, the chaos in the north
Oh, forget it, just take your time.

The prince thought of taking it slow, as the Xuanyuan Dynasty had the time and resources to slowly consume the resources.

If the students of Jixia Academy went to the north to give lectures, the problem would certainly be curbed.

So he picked up the next memorial, thinking about whether there might be any trouble, and brought it together.

Let's take advantage of the fact that we are in a bad mood today and get angry together.

But when he opened the memorial handed over by the Jixia Academy, he couldn't help but stand up after just one glance.

Even though he was already in charge of this huge dynasty, he still couldn't control his emotions.

"Ji, Jiji, this news. Is the news in the memorial true? Is it really so?"

The chief priest nodded slightly.

"Replying to the prince, I will never lie."

My heart is beating a little faster.

The prince shouted immediately.

"it is good!"

"it is good!"

"it is good!!!"

And among all the bad news, there is a rare good news, such an exciting news, how can it not make people laugh.

"Come here, quickly prepare the horses, I need to go to the Jixia Academy!"

"Jijiu, you also come with me!"

He pulled the chief priest out, but the chief priest shouted, "Prince, there are still memorials to be read today. Why don't you read them first?"

"What are you looking at? It's nothing but news that makes me angry! It's better not to read it!"

He came to the Jixia Academy with great joy, bringing the chief wine offering.

The Jixia Academy was located in the mountains outside the capital.

Due to the supreme status of Confucianism, rulers of all dynasties were willing to accommodate Confucianism, so the Jixia Academy was built on a nearby mountain.

In fact, this is not the original location of the Jixia Academy. Some people have forgotten where the previous Jixia Academy was. This place was decided by the head of Confucianism 100,000 years ago.

This mountain was originally unremarkable, but with the arrival of the Jixia Academy, it was nurtured by the Confucian spirit and became different.

Thousands of valleys compete for flow, and thousands of hills compete for beauty.

It is indeed a scene where after the rain the sky and even the green cliffs are moistened, and when the wind blows the pines spread out the green screens.

The two of them quickly left the capital and entered the mountains.

Because it is a holy place for Confucianism and difficult to drive past, they stopped at the foot of the mountain, and the prince and the chief priest walked up the stairs into the mountain.

Like crossing the water curtain barrier, they soon entered a paradise.

Yes, the Jixia Academy is also located in this blessed land.

How could the highest school of Confucianism be so simple?
This paradise is slightly different from Jinshan Temple.

Pines, cypresses, green bamboos, and curling mist.

There are steep cliffs, deep ravines, and trickling water.

Two cranes are drinking by the stream, and wild monkeys are running wildly on the rocks.

No matter how many times I come here, I am always shocked by the picturesque beauty.

But the prince didn't care about these things at the moment, he didn't even look at the scenery.

He hurried to his residence on the mountain.

The Jixia Academy is divided into school halls, residences, and back mountains. It is different from ordinary sects, yet it is the same in every way.

The residence on the mountain is the back mountain, where many old Confucian masters live. The head and deputy head of Confucianism also live here.

He came to the door of the bamboo garden, straightened his clothes, and knocked gently.

"I am Xuanyuan Ju, the student, and I am here to meet you, the teachers."

The gate of Zhuyuan opened. There was no sound from inside the house, but he didn't care and just went in.

After a while, he saw the masters who had retired again in the courtyard.

The Eighth Realm, the Ninth Realm, even the headmaster and the deputy headmaster are all here.

All the powerful people above the eighth level of Confucianism have come.

However, many of the masters who had high status in the world were now sitting on the ground like the child, holding books in their hands, crying or laughing, with tears streaming down their faces. No one cared about the future ruler of Xuanyuan.

But I don't care.

As long as this is true, even if he is slapped twice, he will smile and say that it is a good slap.

I came here originally to find out whether it is true, but there is no need to explore, no need to explore at all. The performance of these old masters is the best proof!

Confucian heritage Confucian heritage is here!

Haha, hahaha, now the world is full of inheritance. The Gongshu family, the business family, the military family, the Ji Ran family, the astrologers, many people are focusing on the three schools of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism.

They should also have a heritage.

Of course there is.

Hasn’t the Buddhist heritage already appeared?

Buddhists are still in Jinshan Temple today, and the magic weapons, scriptures, and magical skills they passed down have greatly benefited Buddhists to this day.

After Wu Shi caused a commotion, the Buddhist disciples who rebuilt the Jinshan Temple discovered that the Buddha had anticipated this disaster long ago and left behind Buddhist scriptures, magic weapons, and even passed down magical skills.

The Six Supernatural Powers of Buddhism have now become the magical powers that all Buddhist disciples must practice.

You may not know the Arhat Fist and Vajra Palm, but you must know the Sutra of Rebirth and the Sutra of Saving People, and you must know the six basic supernatural powers of Buddhism.

So, Buddhism has been passed down, but what about the other two?

Confucianism is also seeking, but inheritance is not so easy. Confucian students are spread all over the world, but have gained nothing. They think maybe they have to take it slow.

It’s unexpected!
Got!
One trip to that north side, they got it!
One of the highest heritages of Confucianism - the mountain of books!
God knows what those old masters looked like when those Confucian students returned with the mountain of books and saw the books.

That mountain made of books, engraved with holy words, a mountain with the supreme Confucian heritage... They could not describe it in words.

Full of joy and intoxicated.

The old scholars who were shouting all kinds of nonsense almost went crazy like Fan Jin when he passed the imperial examination.

"Students greet all the teachers."

The prince bowed and didn't wait for anyone to tell him not to be so polite. Then, after thinking it over, he also moved forward.

"Master, can you tell me about the Confucian tradition?"

When people came closer, the headmaster seemed to notice it.

"Prince, you are here."

"Come, take a quick look. These are the books that my Confucianism has collected till now. These are the heritage of my Confucianism!"

There are countless documents and great works everywhere.

The prince carefully picked up a document and read it carefully, but he couldn't understand it?
He suddenly remembered that these documents inherited from ancient times were all written in ancient characters. He could understand the current characters, but he could not understand the characters from ancient times.

"Master, can you understand these words?"

"can't read."

Confucianism has every reason to be the leader.

"Then the rest of the teachers."

“I don’t understand it either.”

Prince: "."

So you guys don't understand, but you're still acting like you understand, right?

"Ancient heritage should only be understood by the inheritor."

The inheritors have inherited the tradition and know how to read the text. Without the guidance of the inheritors, they would probably have to study it slowly word by word.

"Who got this inheritance?"

Even the prince envied the Confucian heritage.

The inheritance from all over the world is fine, but as the ruler of the Xuanyuan Dynasty, he will be rich in Zhongzhou in the future, so he is not afraid of these.

But the Confucian heritage, the supreme heritage of one of the three religions of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism, is no less than that of the prince of the Xuanyuan Dynasty.

Whoever inherits this will be the future head of Confucianism, without a doubt!
He wanted to know who had such extraordinary abilities.

But the headmaster shook his head.

“There has been no successor yet.”

Never before?
How could it be.

Is there no one to inherit the Confucian tradition?
Or is it that the old master is dissatisfied with those young people?
"In fact, regarding the inheritance issue, the Confucianists also want to discuss it with the Crown Prince."

At the beginning, several Confucian students entered there, listened to the teachings of the saints, received guidance from the saints, and temporarily accepted it as a place of inheritance, and then rushed back to the Jixia Academy without stopping.

After learning about the incident, the head and deputy head of Confucianism immediately came out of seclusion, and the words left by the founder of literature Cangjie were also put aside by them for the time being.

Having obtained the mountain of books and the inheritance, these old guys naturally want to find an inheritance as soon as possible to carry the mountain of books, and then let them learn ancient characters, and finally read all the books in the mountain of books.

As to whether it is qualified
It doesn’t matter, our ancestors will help.

They believed that the person chosen by the ancestor must be better than the one they chose. Therefore, students from Jixia Academy went there one after another, but no one succeeded.

There were at least tens of thousands of students in the Jixia Academy, but not one of them could catch the eye of the founder.

This shocked even the headmaster.

The Jixia Academy, which gathered the world's most talented people and was known as the holy land of Confucianism, had no one who could inherit the Confucian tradition.

They would not doubt the master's vision, but would only think that there must be something wrong with them. Perhaps if they kept trying, they would one day be able to see like the master.

Many teachers think so.

But the headmaster didn't think so.

"The world is in turmoil and undercurrents are surging. Confucianism has long been caught in the vortex and cannot be avoided or hidden. The ancestors left us a legacy, and we are lucky. But if we just wait like this, no one knows how long we will have to wait."

"Now every second counts, Buddhism has already entered the picture, and Confucianism must not lag too far behind."

"Why not. Advertise the world, gather students, and invite heroes from all over the world to come in."

"There must be someone in this world who can catch the eye of our Grandmaster!"

His proposal shocked many teachers.

"Master, this Jixia Academy has already accepted many outstanding people from all over the world. All the outstanding Confucian young people are here. Why bother to advertise it?"

"Yes, Master. The Confucian tradition has not yet been born. At least everyone has tacitly agreed to this for now. We should act cautiously and seize every opportunity we can. It would be best if I become a great Confucian successor before letting others know."

"Besides, if we make such a big fuss, it will definitely attract wolves and tigers. What if we offend the ancestor?"

They did not agree with this, but the headmaster looked at the deputy headmaster and asked for his opinion.

The deputy headmaster smiled.

"I agree with the Master's idea."

The teachers were shocked and were about to speak when the deputy head teacher continued.

"Why are you all so worried?"

"Could it be that our Confucianism is unable to even guarantee the selection of the successor at this moment?"

"Why do you look down on the rest of the students in the world?"

"The Jixia Academy did indeed recruit many talented people from all over the world, but who can say that all the talented people in the world must come from the Jixia Academy?"

"The five continents and four seas, the heaven and earth are vast, and the heroes of the world are like carp swimming across the river, endless."

"Only in this way can Confucianism flourish."

These words left the teachers speechless, and finally, the head teacher and the deputy head teacher made the final decision.

Advertise to the world and entertain the heroes.

Congratulations to Confucianism!

The Confucian was very courageous, and the prince readily agreed.

——The headmaster and the deputy headmaster asked, and the prince had to agree even if he didn’t want to.

In fact, the prince was also thinking that since the students of the Jixia Academy had tried it, should he try it too?

After all, he is also a member of the Jixia Academy. Even if he is just a figurehead, he should still be qualified, right?
I am the Prince's Tutor and the Chief Priest.

Then the headmaster said something and made him leave with a wry smile.

"If the Crown Prince can obtain the permission of His Majesty, and if he inherits the Confucian tradition, he will enter the Jixia Academy as the head of Confucianism, and will no longer be the Crown Prince."

Considering that he is the only boy his father has, if he goes to look for his father, his father will break his legs.

The Confucian tradition appeared in the world, and the news of the inheritance spread all over the world. The world was shocked, and Confucian scholars from all over the country responded.

"Teacher, I want to try it!"

"Mother, this is a Confucian event. I know I have no ability, but I don't want to miss such a grand event. If I don't go this time, I will definitely be corrupted and possessed by demons in the future. Please allow me, mother."

"Haha, the world is in turmoil right now. The four directions are in chaos. Confucianism is inviting all the heroes in the world to celebrate the prosperity together. How can my two brothers not go! If it's not me, then it's you who will inherit Confucianism!"

Confucian scholars heard the news and forces from all over the world also responded.

Taoism, Sanqing Mountain.

"Xuanzhen, pack up and go with your uncle on the day of the Confucian Grand Meeting."

Buddhism, Jinshan Temple.

"Miaoyuan, prepare the gifts. You will follow me during this prosperous Buddhist era."

East China Sea, Dragon Palace.

"A grand Confucian gathering. The inheritance is selected. Unfortunately, my son has gone to the depths of the East China Sea and has not returned yet. This old dragon has no choice but to go there in person."

Dongzhou, Yaochi Terrace.

"Xueqing, pack up and take Qinghan with you that day."

Hengduan Mountain Valley, Nangong Prefecture.

"Since Longhua has improved a little, let him go with me. The future of Nangong Mansion still depends on him, how can he continue to be so depressed?"

The righteous ones have responded, so how can the evil ones just sit back and watch?

To the south, the evil cult.

"Those Confucian guys actually got the inheritance? Damn it, they found it so quickly!"

"The Confucian school is already powerful. If we let the Confucian school get a great successor now, what should we do if we don't have any chance in the future?"

"We must not let Confucianism succeed. During the heyday of Confucianism, there cannot be another outstanding successor! I will wait and make plans carefully."

To the west, the weird sex cult.

"Confucian students, ah, although I have tasted a lot of Confucian students, the quality this time is incomparable to the previous ones. If I can drag them down and share the bliss, it will definitely be a different experience!"

"Haha, those pretty boys, their looks when they fall are just indescribable, indescribable. Hahaha."

"Want to go?"

"Of course I want to go!"

To the north, the Yang Zhu School.

Zuo Zhengxuan never expected that he had just changed his school from open to secret when Confucianism would have such a grand event.

Fortunately, if he had not done so, when Confucianism had a successor and had such a legacy, I am afraid that Yang Zhu's school would be the first target.

Being careful really can ensure a long life.

"Master, shall we go to this lively event?"

someone asked.

"We have to go, of course, and we can't leave empty-handed. We have to give a big gift to Confucianism, hehe."

"I only care about this matter, you guys go down first."

Everyone below looked at each other. Although they didn't know what the master was thinking, they still nodded and walked out.

He waited until there was no one around before he spoke.

"The Si family will also join in the fun."

A man in black robe emerged, and Situ appeared here.

Situ stood silently, thinking about his thoughts.

Although Confucianism does not know what heritage it has inherited, there are only a few things that are the highest heritage of Confucianism.

The main ones are magic weapons and instruments, namely the sage’s sword - virtue; the sage’s ruler - benevolence; and the sage’s vehicle - riding.

Although the saint left behind his robes, and also possessed great righteousness and the blessing of the star of literature, they were still inferior to his sword, ruler, and chariot.

Therefore, it is not included.

The main focus is on teaching and educating people, which means a mountain of books and a sea of ​​knowledge.

I don’t know which Confucian heritage this time is.

But no matter which one it is, the inheritance of the saints and the inheritance of Taoism must not be passed down easily.

"The Si family will definitely go there!"

"With these words, I feel relieved."

Situ turned and left, ready to inform the clan about this matter, but suddenly paused, as if he thought of something, and turned around and said, "You'd better deal with that guy as soon as possible."

"Haha, don't bother the Si family. Don't worry, I will take action when he is no longer of any use to me!"

Situ said nothing more and turned away.

After Situ left, Zuo Zhengxuan got up and walked to a place in the cave. He pressed a button lightly and the mechanism opened. A noise came from the cave, and then a secret door opened and Zuo Zhengxuan walked in.

It was extremely dark all around, without even a torch, but Zuo Zhengxuan didn't care and just walked to the end.

When he reached the secret room below, he used a random move to cast the lighting spell.

The secret room was as bright as day.

There is one person trapped in the secret room.

His hands and feet were chained, his spine was nailed with nails, and he leaned weakly against the stone wall.

"Zuo Zhengxuan! Zuo Zhengxuan!"

"You beast!"

"Then give me back my things! Give them back!"

"You are worse than an animal!"

Seeing Zuo Zhengxuan coming in, he roared like a madman.

It seems like he has some irreconcilable feud with Zuo Zhengxuan.

Zuo Zhengxuan smiled.

"You keep repeating the same few sentences over and over again. This won't do. Brother Xin, how can you move me with such little attack power?"

"A few scoldings are nothing compared to what I have done to you. I even enjoy being scolded by you."

Those trapped here gnashed their teeth.

"This won't end well for you, you never will!"

"You will be punished for tampering with academic doctrines and misleading people. One day you will get your comeuppance!"

retribution?

ha.
"What is retribution?"

"Are the monks so high and mighty that they can decide our life or death with just a word?"

"Are the nobles born with a special breed, to bully us?"

"There are people who kill people in the street and do nothing wrong, there are people who rob women and do all kinds of evil, there are people who talk about morality and morality and only care about fame and fortune. Among so many people, who has suffered retribution?"

"Brother Xin, God won't care about these things. Our fate shouldn't be controlled by others. Only we can decide for ourselves!"

"I control my own life!"

“——Bullshit!”

The man was so angry that it seemed as if fire was spitting from his eyes.

"What are you doing now? What's the difference between them?"

You incite the people to rebel against the dynasty, use countless lives as pawns, and arbitrarily decide the fate of others. What's the difference between you and those who kill people in the streets and do all kinds of evil, and those who talk about benevolence, righteousness, and morality and only have fame, wealth and power in their eyes!

"——That's why I never mention the word retribution!"

Zuo Zhengxuan stared at him.

Word by word.

“What they can do, I can do too.”

"If they can be high up, I can be high up, too."

“They can control everything, and I can control everything.”

"Zi Xian, my fate is determined by myself, not by God!"

After saying that, he laughed and turned away.

Xin Zixian stared at his back in extreme pain.

"Come back, come back to me, Zhengxuan!"

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