Start as a Temple Spirit

Chapter 225: The Golden Word "Confucianism"

Taoist Xuan Ce heard this and said with a look of disbelief: "Fellow Daoist Shang, if you want to talk about intuition, I believe it. After all, you are a mysterious spirit and you have some feelings. It makes sense, but guessing..."

"Okay, I admit it was my intuition. On October 10th, I felt a vague sense of sadness." Shang Liangshan was telling the truth.

On that day, he did feel a vague sense of sadness, but he didn't take it too seriously at first.

Because he thought that this sadness was caused by recalling his first love.

Now it seems that I am not that loyal.

"You're not mistaken. They did fight on that day. I went to watch. They fought with fists and claws hitting flesh, with full energy and no dazzling effect."

Shang Liangshan was just about to ask: "What do you mean by not dazzling?" when he heard it.

"Elder, you actually went to see it?" Liu Yu opened his mouth in surprise.

Sometimes, if you just watch the fun, you will end up being the ones to suffer.

"Look at you, you are such a loser. I am at least at the peak of the eighth rank. What's the big deal about going to watch an ordinary ninth rank fight?" Taoist Xuan Ce said with a smile:

"Hehe, if the situation didn't allow it, I would have wanted to take advantage of it and rushed over to kill it. I'm telling you, kid, the skin of the tiger king..."

Shang Liangshan was stunned when he heard this. Taoist Xuan Ce actually wanted to be the sixth and kill the Beast King!

Liu Yu looked embarrassed, and his heart was in turmoil.

Our elders are really something. If you have this idea, don’t say it out loud.

If others hear it, it will bring disgrace to the reputation of Xuanxu Sect.

They were chatting animatedly on the rock peak, and under a big tree in the temporary shooting range by the river, Lin Weiwei and Yang Hong were also communicating in low voices.

"Mr. Lin, it is certain that the person who came is an elder of Xuanxu Sect." Yang Hong looked at Yan Feng and said.

"I think so. I'll ask Xiaomu tonight to confirm it." Lin Weiwei said with mixed feelings.

Although the old patriarch agreed that the Women's College should build a base in Forgotten Township, the location was set in the newly built market village, which shows his attitude.

"It would be great if Mr. Yifeng didn't go into seclusion. Maybe we could have a chat with the elders of the Xuanxu Sect."

"We are not qualified enough. Let's wait until the elders arrive."

"That's all we can do. I hope the elders can arrive in time."

"When the elders arrive, that's when I will avoid suspicion."

"Is this really necessary?" Yang Hong said with a complicated expression.

"This is for the good of the academy. After all, I am the wife of the Great Elder of Forgotten Village, so I shouldn't get too involved. This is also the reason why Taoist Liu doesn't want to have too much contact with us."

"I always feel that Taoist Priest Liu's attitude towards Forgotten Township is too respectful, which is not in line with the etiquette of a first-class sect."

"Sister Yang, you also vaguely heard the address from the Xuanxu Sect elder just now."

"I heard it." Yang Hong nodded.

"Now that you've heard it, think about it carefully. I still say the same thing, the Forgotten Township doesn't owe us anything, and we can't help them with anything. Forget it, let's not talk about it anymore." Lin shook her head slightly and walked towards the temporary shooting range. Her husband was right, arrogance is the original sin.

Yang Hong looked at Lin Weiwei's departing back, feeling somewhat dissatisfied. She really couldn't respect a group of country bumpkins.

Even if Shang Liangshan broke through to the Xuanling level, she couldn't do it, because the Women's College was staffed by a ninth-rank expert.

The fair was about to start, and the caravans arrived as scheduled. The episode was that, calling on their friends, many new caravans brought with them thousands of young people of appropriate age to come for spirit testing.

On the peak of the rock, Liu Weizi respectfully asked Taoist Xuan Ce: "Elder, we have reached the upper limit of the number of low-level disciples we can recruit this time."

"Now there are villagers bringing their children to test spirits. It's a bit difficult to deal with. I would like to ask the elder for advice."

"It's not that difficult. Just do the test. Rules are dead, but people are alive. Anyway, we can't let the villagers go back disappointed. You go and arrange the spirit test as soon as possible." Taoist Xuan Ce waved his hand.

"Yes, yes, what the elder said is right. Weizi will arrange it right away." Liu Weizi controlled the white cloud and flew towards the market with satisfaction.

You know what, this is really cool.

"Hey, where does Xiaoweizi get the foundation to fly in the clouds?" Taoist Xuan Ce said in surprise as he looked at the clouds under Liu Weizi's feet.

The old patriarch standing by did not hide anything and told the story of the wandering dragon.

"What luck! If I had known this good thing would happen, I would have come here to share in the good fortune. This foundation of the soaring clouds also belongs to me."

After hearing this, the old patriarch took a while to react and asked, "Master Xuan Ce, don't you have Tengyun?"

"Yes, but the quality and potential are too poor to compare with Tengyunji."

"How about I go ask Liang Shan if the Golden Python has created the fog again?"

"No, even if the Golden Python can create the Soaring Cloud Foundation, it cannot give it away as a gift."

"Please teach me, Taoist Xuan Ce."

"The golden python has entered the dojo, and it is related to the Forgotten Town. The cloud foundation it spewed out was made from the luck of your town and the energy of the dojo, so it must not be given to anyone else."

"So that's how it is. Taoist Xuan Ce is very righteous."

"Haha, you are the one who is righteous. I now understand why Xiao Weizi is so happy and doesn't want to leave his homeland."

"Haha, it's all about putting yourself in someone else's shoes."

"That's a good thing to say, but people's hearts are no longer the same as they used to be. How many people can do that?"

The topic then turned to the philosophy of life.

In front of the general's temple, Shang Liangshan was sitting on the steps, looking at the word "Ru" above Yifeng's head, as if he had found the truth, his eyes shining with purple light.

"Master, this word 'Ru' gives me a sense of assimilation, which is very strange." Xiaocao said as he looked at the golden word 'Ru' above Yifeng's head.

"Then don't read it, lest you be assimilated by the ideas contained in the word Confucianism."

"Yeah." Xiaocao nodded and looked away. He would never suffer any loss if he listened to his master.

"Uncle Feng has already condensed the word Confucian, but he hasn't ended his retreat. Could he be trying to break through to the sixth level in one go?" Xiaoli said, tilting his head.

"That depends on the Great Elder's understanding." Shang Liangshan murmured.

"We should be able to break through the six Lu in one go, and the breakthrough will happen tonight." Tuceng said affirmatively.

This is what an experienced foreigner does, knowing the whole picture from a small part.

"Yeah, yeah, Mr. Tu is right." Tukuai nodded repeatedly.

Uncle Feng is a good man and he deserves a breakthrough.

"Let's wait and see at night. I have some realizations and need to remain in seclusion for a while. You guys keep an eye on the hunting team." After Shang Liangshan finished speaking, he disappeared on the spot.

The soil layer said thoughtfully: "It seems that the master has found the direction of cultivation."

He paused and continued, "Xiao Cao, Xiao Li, Fang Kuai, I have also felt something and I have to go into seclusion to break through the sixth level. I will have to trouble you with the family matters."

As soon as he finished speaking, the soil layer disappeared on the spot.

"I'm going to play with Aunt Mu." After saying that, Xiaoli disappeared on the spot.

"I'm going to go play with Brother Hanzi." After he finished speaking, the cube disappeared from the spot.

The grass that remains in place...

What kind of people are these? They worry so much and never stop.