My father is a Confucian sage, but the system forces me to be a crude warrior

Chapter 335 The Heavenly Dao Diagram!
The title of Minister?
no!

Zeng Anmin looked with a smile at the eunuchs sent by the imperial court to replace the plaque at his residence.

"Cheer up, everyone!"

"The Duke has rendered great service to the nation. If this plaque is approved out of arrogance, even if we cut off your heads, it wouldn't be enough to compensate for it!"

Si Zhongxiao, the leader, stood with his hands behind his back in front of the Duke's mansion, his face revealing a faint... fawning expression.

A third-rank military officer.

He is the second-ranked martial arts master in the Great Sage Dynasty, only surpassed by the second-rank patriarch Wang Dong.

She smiled like a chrysanthemum in front of Zeng Anmin.

For nothing else.

Because this is the residence of the eighth disciple personally appointed by the Confucian sage!
A second-rank Confucian cultivator in the present day, one of only two second-rank Confucian and Taoist masters in the world!

Dean Shi was also a second-rank official, but he was far away on the border and had no way of reaching the capital.

Zeng Shilin, on the other hand, was a genuine second-rank official!
They're still following the path of the Confucian sage!

Now, thinking back to that day when the sky-covering cranes flew in, proclaiming the Confucian holy edict...

Si Zhongxiao felt a nameless fear in his heart.

"Young Master Zeng, what do you think of this plaque?"

Si Zhongxiao beckoned the young eunuch down the ladder and approached the supervisor with a smile.

At this moment, Zeng Anmin stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the newly installed plaque with great interest.

The Duke of Qi's Mansion

Four words.

It was so bright and shiny that people dared not look directly at it.

"Thank you for your help, Eunuch Si."

Zeng Anmin nodded with a smile, and without making a sound, took out a bag of silver from his waist pouch and handed it to Si Zhongxiao.

This little purse can't hold much; at most, it might hold a hundred or so taels of gold.

As the Grand Eunuch in charge of the court, Si Zhongxiao, not to mention the money he earned through his own connections, was destined to look down on even the rewards bestowed upon him by the current emperor.

but……

Looking at the bag of silver, Si Zhongxiao was overjoyed.

This is a signal released by Zeng Anmin!

Whether it's money or not is a minor matter.

The important thing is this attitude.

"No trouble at all, it's nothing for a mediocre person like me!"

Si Zhongxiao remained unfazed, his smile unchanged, and with a flick of his wrist, the bag of silver was poured into his pocket.
"If Your Highness needs anything in the future, please feel free to come to the palace to find me."

As he spoke, he patted Zeng Anmin's hand affectionately on the back of his hand.

"Then thank you for your concern, Father-in-law."

Zeng Anmin raised an eyebrow slightly and smiled.

"Then please stay? We'll go back and report to His Majesty first."

Si Zhongxiao also looked at Zeng Anmin with a smile.

"Walk slowly!"

Si Zhongxiao was seen off.

Zeng Anmin's smile slowly faded.

His gaze was fixed on the distance.

A hint of seriousness appeared on his face.

Xiang Liu is dead, but that does not mean the crisis is over.

On the contrary, what followed was an even greater crisis.

He frowned slightly, recalling the words his father had spoken after his public resurrection.

"After using this golden lotus, my master came to me."

Zeng Shilin's gaze was filled with respect.

"How did you find out about me?"

Zeng Anmin thought about it over and over, but he just couldn't figure it out.

From the time he was at Xiangliu Si until his father was publicly resurrected, he hadn't seen anyone come to the Shangshu residence.

"In a dream."

“A dream?” Zeng Anmin’s brows suddenly furrowed, and he subconsciously thought of the Eastern Religion.

Zeng Shilin sat in a chair in his study, his gaze fixed on the distance:
"With the help of the Golden Lotus, I broke through the bottleneck and reached the second-grade Quasi-Saint realm."

"His spiritual strength is already among the best in this world." Zeng Shilin gently touched the rim of the teacup on the table. He naturally saw through his eldest son's thoughts:
"Even if Dongfang Cang personally used the Dream Invasion technique, he could not shake the father's divine soul."

"In my confusion, I stumbled upon a paradise." Zeng Shilin's expression was lost in memories, his face showing a hint of daze: "Then I met the Confucian sage."

"What did he say?" Zeng Anmin looked at Zeng Shilin.

He always felt that things were not that simple.

Zeng Shilin's gaze conveyed respect:

"He talked a lot, from the time he passed away until many secrets came to light."

Zeng Anmin crossed his arms but did not interrupt.

Instead, they quietly waited for their father to continue.

"Rumors circulate that the Confucian Sage beheaded the Demon Emperor of the demon race and then ascended to heaven," Zeng Shilin said with a solemn expression.
"is fake."

"Fake?" Zeng Anmin was taken aback.

Zeng Shilin simply nodded:

"In fact, there are many secrets in this world that have been lost to history."

He took a deep breath and stared at Zeng Anmin, saying:

"What I am about to tell you is an unparalleled secret of this world, and you must not tell anyone else."

Knowing the seriousness of the situation, Zeng Anmin nodded earnestly, "Okay."

Zeng Shilin slowly raised his head, his face solemn:

"In the beginning of heaven and earth, the primordial god was born."

"In the vast universe, only the Primordial God was all alone."

The Primordial God?

Zeng Anmin stroked his chin, pondering slowly.

It's somewhat like Pangu from a previous life myth.

The old man's voice slowly rang out:
"However, the world was in chaos, and various evil spirits disturbed the ancestral gods and the world at that time, causing the world to become unstable and on the verge of collapse."

"When the Primordial God saw that this was not right, he disintegrated himself and used his primordial spirit to transform into the Heavenly Dao, thus consolidating the laws between heaven and earth. He transformed his body into five Ancestral Gods, each holding a place to stabilize heaven and earth."

"And the five ancestral gods..."

"They are the Dragon Ancestor, Phoenix Ancestor, Emperor Xi, Dao Ancestor, and Taotie?"

Zeng Anmin blinked and asked.

? ?
The old man suddenly looked up and stared intently at Zeng Anmin: "How did you know??"

Zeng Anmin innocently said:

"Dongfang Cang told me that."

“Dongfang Cang?” Zeng Shilin narrowed his eyes, a sharp glint in them.

Seeing Dad's reaction.

Zeng Anmin's anxiety gradually subsided.

Since Dad received this information in his dream, it confirms that the dream he spoke of was not without reason.

This proves that Dad wasn't lying.

The Confucian sage did indeed accept him as a disciple.

"After the world was stabilized, the five ancestral gods each held their own territory and did not see each other."

"But one of them harbored ambitions and wanted to stir up the world, devour the other four ancestral gods, and become the supreme god again."

"That person is Feng Zu."

Zeng Shilin stared at Zeng Namin and said:

"The Phoenix Ancestor first found the Dragon Ancestor and persuaded him, and the two gods went together to plot against Xi Huang."

"Unexpectedly, Xi Huang was a genius of extraordinary talent. He devoted his life to mastering a magical artifact. With the power of the artifact, Xi Huang fought against two opponents and won the battle."

"To fight two against one and win?"

Zeng Anmin was stunned. He looked at Zeng Shilin blankly and asked, "What kind of magic weapon is this? It's so powerful?"

The old man looked intently at Zeng Namin and slowly said:

"The Picture of Xi Huang".

ah? ! !
The Painting of Fuxi?!

That said.

Zeng Anmin's eyes widened instantly: "The Heavenly Dao Diagram?!"

Why are you shouting so loudly?

Zeng Shilin squinted, looking around.

With his second-grade Confucian and Taoist cultivation, nothing could escape his notice within a hundred miles.

Seeing that there were no eavesdroppers, he rolled his eyes at Zeng Anmin in annoyance.

(End of this chapter)