From Joy of Life, the Tian Gang is reversed

Chapter 242 The Exclusive Respect for Confucianism and Taoism Shakes the Heavenly Secret

Suppress all other schools of thought and exclusively honor Confucianism!
The moment those eight words were uttered, it seemed to resonate with some unseen will of heaven and earth. In an instant, the wind and clouds changed color, and thunder roared in the sky, exploding one after another.

In places invisible to the naked eye, a vast amount of fortune is converging towards Wuxiang Mountain. This is not only the fortune of Confucianism, but also the fortune of the dynasty, the fortune of immortals, the fortune of martial arts, and even a portion of the fortune of Taoism and Buddhism. Under these eight characters, it is being torn apart and plundered, surging into the purple pillar of fortune of Confucianism.

The pillar of fortune, already as massive as a pillar supporting the sky, grew even thicker, and an extremely mysterious aura connected the Stone Canal Pavilion with the pillar of fortune.

Zhao Xun's eyes shone brightly, and after pointing out with one finger, an invisible aura spread out from him.

Immediately, all the students and scholars of Shangyin outside the valley, as well as the masters and grandmasters who were secretly observing, witnessed an astonishing scene.

The golden Buddhist light that originally enveloped the valley entrance was gradually erased by an invisible force, including the thousand-finger dharma image behind the holy monk Nagarjuna, which seemed to be slowly wiped away from the world by an invisible force, disappearing bit by bit.

Master Longshu's expression changed drastically. He circulated his true energy and mobilized his supernatural powers, but immediately, a look of horror appeared in his eyes.

His true energy and supernatural powers were gradually disappearing. All the achievements of his more than a hundred years of cultivation, and the supernatural powers that he had honed to the point of instinct, seemed to vanish at this moment. His once golden body slowly became withered and emaciated, and he aged slowly. In the blink of an eye, he transformed from an enlightened high monk into an extremely thin, bony, and frail old monk who looked as if he could be blown away by a single breeze.

not only.

Not far from the two, another exclamation came, and a figure appeared out of thin air and fell to the ground. It was a Taoist priest who looked very young.

At this moment, the Taoist priest's face turned deathly pale, filled with horror.

Zhao Xun did not recognize the young Taoist priest, but Wang Jijiu and Master Meng, who were present, did. Upon seeing the Taoist priest, their expressions changed.

Longhu Mountain, Zhao Ningshen

This person is a direct disciple of the Celestial Master's Mansion of Longhu Mountain, a top-ranking disciple. Why is he here to join in the fun?

Could it be that Longhu Mountain also has some ideas about Confucianism and Taoism?
That's for sure. The two of them now know some of the agreements Zhang Sheng made with the Taoist and Buddhist families back then. It was with the Taoist and Buddhist families, not just the Buddhist family. So, it's not surprising that the Taoist family would come if the Buddhist family sent someone.

It's not hard to understand why Longhu Mountain and the two Zen temples have both received new leaders: one is a sect leader, and the other is a direct descendant of a first-rank official, the future head of the Celestial Master's Mansion.

However, the fact that this guy has been hiding in the shadows makes his intentions rather sinister.

Little did they know, Zhao Ningshen was even more terrified than they were. He was, after all, a first-rank master, essentially the reincarnation of some old immortal. In both his past and present lives, he had never encountered anything so bizarre.

When Zhao Xun uttered those eight words, he sensed something was wrong. But to his surprise, as the mysterious energy spread out, his martial arts abilities were gradually erased by that invisible energy. The Taoist illusion technique was no longer effective. If it weren't for his well-trained body, he would have died from the fall long ago.

What kind of monster is this? How could the fortune of Confucianism possibly give birth to such a monster?

"People of the Daoist sect!"

Zhao Xun glanced at him but didn't say anything more.

He created his own Confucian supernatural powers, completely disrupting the world's order and essentially breaking the agreement with both Taoism and Buddhism. Since Buddhism sent people, how could Taoism not send people?

This was the obvious meaning of the question, so he only glanced at Zhao Ningshen before turning his attention back to the holy monk Longshu.

"Old monk, go back. This is my territory. You can't beat me. As for your agreement with Zhang Laogui, I won't acknowledge it. As for the future, let's each rely on our own methods."

The Venerable Monk Longshu clasped his hands together, glanced at Zhao Xun with a complicated expression, bowed with his hands clasped in prayer, and then walked out shakily. Seeing his frail and aged appearance, Zhao Xun's brow twitched, and he said to Wang Jisai outside the valley entrance, "Lord Jisai, send someone to escort the old monk out. If he dies here, I won't be able to explain myself."

Wang Jijiu took a deep breath, snapping out of his shock. He bowed to Zhao Xun and immediately called two tall students, who then flanked the old monk Longshu and led him outside.

At first, the old monk was unwilling, but under Zhao Xun's supernatural powers, he was no stronger than an ordinary old man, and was even weaker. He was forcibly lifted up and carried until he was a mile away from the valley entrance. Only then did he feel the long-lost spiritual energy and fortune of heaven and earth and quickly recover. Only then did he break free from the two students and turn to look at the valley entrance.

"Zhao Sheng has some impressive skills, this old monk has suffered greatly!" This time, even the form of address was changed.

"Farewell, old monk. I'll take whatever tricks you have up your sleeve." Zhao Xun waved his hand, as if to see the guest off.

Only after the old monk's figure disappeared did Zhao Xun turn around and look at Zhao Ningshen, whose expression was strange, and ask, "May I ask how this Taoist priest is addressed?" "Longhu Mountain, Zhao Ningshen."

Zhao Xun smiled. "Senior, you also have the surname Zhao?"

Zhao Ningshen said with a wry smile, "Kid, do you know that this time, you've really stirred up a hornet's nest!"

"I don't know whether the sky will break or not, but I do know that Senior Zhao is no ordinary person. If you don't mind, we can meet in the valley."

Zhao Ningshen felt the weakness in his body, then looked at Zhao Xun and nodded, "Okay!"

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Late at night, at the Jing'an Prince's Mansion

Zhao Heng paced anxiously in the study, his face filled with worry and his steps hurried, as if he were in a state of extreme anxiety.

Something is wrong, very wrong!

What virtue or ability do I, Zhao Heng, possess to give birth to a sage?

Something must be wrong.

That's not my son?
No, not even Zhao Dun could have fathered such a son, let alone me.

Then there is only one possibility.

This is his son, but not quite. Not only is he his son, but he is also the reincarnation of a powerful being from the celestial realm, possessing innate wisdom. This is the only explanation.

But if that's the case, it's not necessarily a bad thing.

Throughout history, there have been legends of reincarnated immortals. After reincarnation, regardless of their past lives, they still have to acknowledge their parents in this life. There are also many examples of how one person's enlightenment can bring about the ascension of their entire family and relatives.

But no matter what, it still feels a bit strange.

The princess, on the other hand, seemed quite at ease and cheerful.

No matter what it is, it was born from her, it fell from her body. You old fool, you dare to deny it? Believe me, I'll have my son kill you!
That doesn't really matter. The key is, what if our family really produces a saint? What should we do then?
How to get along with the imperial court, how to get along with the royal family, and how to get along with the powerful and influential families of Qingzhou.

What will be the location of the Jing'an Prince's Mansion in the future?
This is the key.

Suddenly, a series of hurried footsteps were heard, rushing towards the study.

"Your Highness, Your Highness, great news, great news!"

Before the person even arrived, they started shouting in the courtyard.

"What happened this time?"

"Your Highness, the Crown Prince, at the Shangyin Academy, composed a poem that became a weapon, and with his words carrying the weight of law, defeated the abbot of two Zen temples, the holy monk Longshu."

"What?!" Zhao Heng's eyes lit up immediately.

What's the point of worrying about reincarnation? In this world, power is the only true measure of success!
Just then, another commotion of horses' hooves erupted outside the Prince's residence.

"The imperial edict has arrived! Prince Jing'an, please receive the decree!"

(End of this chapter)