From Joy of Life, the Tian Gang is reversed

Chapter 241 Suppressing all other schools of thought and exclusively honoring Confucianism

Wuxiang Mountain, at the entrance of the valley

What an arrogant brat!
As Zhao Xun's ruthless words fell, Huang Longshi, who was hiding to the side, and Qi Yanglong, who had just arrived, both sighed inwardly.

This kid is far too arrogant, showing no respect for elders whatsoever. If he really becomes the new sage of Confucianism, then the moral standards of Confucianism will likely suffer a major decline!

The thought of such a quirky, immature teenager transforming into a Confucian sage made both of them feel that the future of Confucianism seemed to be bleak.

The holy monk Nagarjuna slightly raised his eyelids, looked at Zhao Xun who had a disdainful smile on his face, and sighed inwardly.

“In the past, Zhang Sheng of the Confucian school made a pact with my Taoist and Buddhist families to use 80% of the Confucian school’s fortune to suppress the immortal sects, weaken the influence of immortals on the mortal world, and prevent immortals from fishing for the fortune of the mortal world. In return, my Taoist and Buddhist families would protect the Confucian school’s legacy and ensure its survival. Prince Zhao Xun, are you sure the Confucian school will not honor this pact?”

"Hmph, Old Turtle Zhang monopolized 80% of the fortune, causing our Confucian school to have no sages for 800 years. He's currently meditating in the Moral Forest. As for me, I've already made myself clear. What are you going to do about it, old monk?!"

"Amitabha!"

The old monk chanted a Buddhist prayer again and said, “Although you have developed the Confucian supernatural power, you are very violent. If this continues, it may be detrimental to the world. Why not come with me to the Liangchan Temple to cultivate your mind and character for sixty years, and then leave the mountain gate to spread your teachings? It will not be too late.”

Zhao Xun couldn't help but grin. These bald monks from all worlds seem to like this kind of thing. They always want to come back to the mountain gate with me for seclusion and reflection. It's really the lineage of the Huabei Saint. They want to bring everything home.

He knew this old monk; he was a world-renowned master, a Vajra Realm expert who had even blocked the gates of the Northern Mang Moral Sect in the future, and had been beaten up despite his indestructible iron body.

However, he's definitely not here to get beaten up today; he's here to attack himself.

"Old monk, you are far too confident in yourself."

The old monk sighed, and a golden light suddenly flashed around him. A large creature, as if painted with gold, reached out to grab Zhao Xun.

In an instant, it was already upon Zhao Xun's face.

"A warm breeze blows, petals flutter in the air, and throngs of tourists cross the South Bridge."

puff

With a soft murmur, the golden hand had just touched Zhao Xun when Zhao Xun's body turned into countless flying catkins, scattering in all directions.

What is this ghost?

"The most important aspect of Confucianism and Taoism is the cultivation of artistic conception. After cultivating literary spirit, one can combine literary spirit with classical poetry and integrate it into artistic conception, thereby drawing upon the power of heaven and earth to fight against enemies."

"Yes, that's what it means to beat people up with words."

"However, to achieve this, one must understand the artistic conception of classical poetry and find a suitable entry point."

The drifting catkins began to coalesce into Zhao Xun's figure, and his melodious voice carried far and wide.

"It's just a minor illusion," said the holy monk Nagarjuna, clasping his hands together and chanting mantras.

"Om Mani Padme Hum!"

As soon as the six-syllable mantra was uttered, a huge Buddha image appeared behind the holy monk Nagarjuna, and golden light gathered in the sky, transforming into a purple-gold alms bowl the size of a small house, which enveloped Zhao Xun.

Facing the purple-gold alms bowl pressing down from the sky, Zhao Xun remained calm and composed, softly reciting, "I rise with the sun and rest with the sunset. I dig wells to drink from and till the fields to eat from. What power does the emperor have over me?" The primordial energy of heaven and earth then condensed into a strange shape, like a chisel tip, which fiercely chiseled at the bottom of the purple-gold alms bowl.

Bang! !

With a muffled thud, the golden alms bowl shattered upon impact. But the next moment, the tattered robe of the holy monk Nagarjuna suddenly rose into the air, blotting out the sky and covering Zhao Xun. At the same time, the holy monk Nagarjuna clasped his hands together and chanted scriptures. Golden Sanskrit characters appeared on the robe, and in an instant, the seemingly tattered robe became sacred and radiant.

"A tall tree adorned with jade green, with ten thousand green silk ribbons hanging down. Who could have cut such delicate leaves? The spring breeze of February is like a pair of scissors."

suddenly!!

Suddenly, the wind rose, the clouds moved, and the invisible wind, aided by the heavens and earth, transformed into sharp scissors, heading towards the cassock.

Sizzle...

A deafening roar erupted, and faint chants of Buddhist hymns emanated from the robe. In a flash of light, the scissors formed from the power of heaven and earth shattered and pressed down on Zhao Xun once more.

"Old monk, not bad!"

Seeing the robe falling from the sky, Zhao Xun clenched his left fist, spread his fingers, and fiercely tore at the falling robe.

"Old monk, do you know that besides being good at talking, we Confucianists can also use our fists and feet when we reach the eighth level of self-cultivation?"

Tear it apart! !
A crisp tearing sound rang out, and the golden light on the robe and the chanting dimmed. Under Zhao Xun's immense strength, the tattered robe was torn in two, restoring its original size.

"You know martial arts!" The monk Longshu raised a withered eyebrow. This was definitely not a Confucian method, but a martial artist's method. But, did this new Confucian sage actually know martial arts?
"Martial arts? Heh, once you reach the Body Cultivation Realm, your strength increases greatly. What martial arts can't you learn?" Zhao Xun remained noncommittal, raising his hand to wave at the old monk. "Holy Monk Longshu, I've long admired your reputation at the Great Vajra Realm. You've made three moves, so I'll return one to you. The long clouds over Qinghai darken the snow-capped mountains, the lonely city gazes afar at Yanmen Pass. Through a hundred battles in the yellow sands, clad in golden armor, I will not return until Loulan is conquered."

Endless literary energy surged forth, leveraging the mighty power of heaven and earth. As the energy flowed, bursts of golden light appeared. At this moment, countless cavalry figures clad in golden armor appeared before everyone's eyes, wielding long weapons and exuding boundless killing intent. Ten thousand horses galloped, their murderous aura soaring to the sky, fiercely charging towards the Holy Monk Longshu.

"Amitabha!!" Nagarjuna's expression finally changed. He chanted the Buddha's name loudly, put his palms together, and suddenly a thousand-armed Buddha appeared behind him. Each hand formed a different mudra, and the mudras were superimposed to form a golden halo. Within the halo, the eight heavenly dragons appeared, and they met the "thousands of troops" without hesitation!
boom! ! !
The two unparalleled forces clashed together, and in an instant, the sky and earth changed color, a gale arose, and fallen leaves fluttered down, only to be instantly shredded by the powerful energy.

The earth trembled violently, as if a dragon were turning over and thunder was falling from the sky.

The sudden all-out confrontation between top-tier experts clearly caught the students outside the valley off guard. Many of them lost their footing and were knocked to the ground.

On the flat ground at the mouth of the valley, more than a dozen deep cracks, each over a hundred feet long, appeared.

Looking at the two in the battle, Zhao Xun's face was pale and bloodless, while Longshu Shangren had already stood up from his seated position, his body shimmering with golden light, as if he were made of gold.

"Old monk, I can see that your skills are all in defense, and your offense is weak. In that case, don't forget that this is my territory. Today I will break your Vajra Realm and let you know the power of my Confucian supernatural abilities."

Zhao Xun's gaze was sharp, and his azure literary aura soared into the sky, dispelling the fog and clouds that filled the air. The valley, which had been shrouded in thick fog, became clear, and the Shiqu Pavilion, not far from the stream, was clearly visible.

At this moment, everyone was surprised to find that the small Shiqu Pavilion was emitting bursts of blue light, just like the blue aura above Zhao Xun's head. As the blue aura grew stronger, it finally connected with Zhao Xun's blue literary aura.

boom! ! !
As the blue light emanating from Shiqu Pavilion merged with Zhao Xun's literary aura, several large blue characters appeared one by one on the pavilion.

Benevolence! Righteousness! Propriety! Wisdom! Trustworthiness!
Zhao Xun was bathed in boundless azure energy, his azure robe fluttering in the wind. At this moment, he raised his hand in mid-air and pointed at the holy monk Longshu, his tongue uttering eight words like thunder.

"Suppress all other schools of thought and exclusively honor Confucianism!!"

(End of this chapter)