"So the human beings in Tianru Continent respect Confucianism together. They live in the mansion of heaven, earth and human beings. They respect the heaven and the ancestors, carry forward the righteousness of heaven and earth, and learn the six arts. They can condense the Confucian mansion. Confucianism lives in the Confucian mansion. The bigger the world, the stronger the people's hearts; the heaven and earth

This is a human mansion, we are guests of the mansion in heaven and earth, and we are also Confucians."

Mo Longsheng's incisive summary of "Confucianism" was majestic and his expression was full of energy, which soon aroused applause from the whole room.

"Okay, what the teacher said is good!" Thunderous applause erupted from the hall.

Wen Donglai was shocked by the applause, his nerves jumped, his body tilted, he knocked open the door, and fell completely to the ground.

Bang--

His head hit the bluestone brick and almost burst open like a watermelon.

Wen Donglai groaned and climbed up, rubbing his skull with both hands as if for free. The muscles on his scalp kept twitching due to the excruciating pain. The outline of the flesh touched by his palms told him that this collision

Closer to his blood relationship with unicorns.

Wen Donglai pretended to be ignorant and glanced around secretly. Most of the people around him showed surprised expressions.

When Wen Donglai glanced at him, he also showed a surprised expression.

His pupils widened, he quickly forgot the pain, and stared intently at the men, women, and children in front of him.

"Teacher Long Sheng, I know him. He comes from Wendong in Wenjia Village outside our town. He is always talkative and doesn't get close to others. I don't know how he came here."

"Yes, that's him. I remembered it. He has no father, only an old mother. He is eavesdropping on your knowledge, teacher."

"It's a villain to steal a master from across the door. Teacher Long Sheng, you have to let him have a taste of your sword ruler." The big eyes of the young disciple who spoke moved around, obviously with bad intentions.

"Stealing Master, can he understand? I think most likely he wants to steal something."

This group of usually bored Confucian scholars began to comment on Wen Donglai one by one.

But no one noticed Wen Donglai's face as pale as snow and his pupils that couldn't close.

"Sit down, I'm here to ask." The old man in the middle is dressed in blue Confucian robes. He has kind eyebrows and kind eyes. He has a childish face and long gray hair tied up in a bun. He looks very happy, and his eyes flash brightly from time to time.

Ru Mingguang!

Only Confucian cultivators in the Great Confucian realm can cast the light of the stars in the Confucian mansion, but only Confucian scholars who are well-versed in Confucian archery can cast shadows with their gazes.

A group of Confucian scholars immediately sat on the ground and fixed their curious eyes on Wen Donglai.

Wen Donglai's eyes were flashed by this bright light, and he finally regained his composure, secretly letting out a long breath.

Why was he surprised?

Because he could see some subtle things in the people in front of him. Whether the group of people in front of him were standing or sitting, still or moving, in Wen Donglai's eyes, they were like living humanoid Confucian mansions, with lintels, door frames, eaves, and roofs.

Dou Gong…

The most eye-catching thing is the rattling flesh-and-blood engine in the middle hall of their Confucian mansion, shaped like a heart, with blood vessels surrounding it like an ivy, with streams of blood flowing gurgling and bright red.

An extremely mysterious and weird feeling began to spread in the air.

He even suspected that these people in front of him were not humans at all, but a group of genetically modified cyborgs.

But when he blinked again, everything in front of him returned to normal; blinked again, and he saw again...

This is really a novel discovery.

He could even see the numerical scale displayed on the heart-shaped engine in the central hall of each person's residence.

Take Mo Longsheng in front of you as an example. His mark is actually 83 years, 275 days, 8 hours, 37 minutes and 15 seconds.

What does this mean.

Is it age, or how long the Confucian guest has lived in the Confucian mansion?

"Little boy, don't be afraid. I am Mo Longsheng. You can call me Mr. Mo. Tell me, what is your name?" The old man's smile gradually solidified, as if he had seen something from Wen Donglai.

When outsiders looked at Wen Donglai, they thought he was thin and unattractive.

But in Mo Longsheng's view, the young man in front of him was pale and skinny, with his flesh almost sticking to his bones. He could vaguely see the appearance of a skeleton, but he was standing in front of him alive. What was supporting him?

alive.

This is a dying man who has no understanding of Confucianism and an empty spirit.

Or maybe he is still unable to perceive the existence of Confucianism who was born at the same time as him.

He saw a lot of people like this, and often people of this type would become sinners who would hurt others and themselves.

"Wen Dong is here."

"What were you doing just now?" Mo Longsheng's eyes were fixed on Wen Donglai, but there was no hint of interest in this question in his tone.

Wen Donglai also noticed it and said bluntly: "I came here to ask you a question. When I approached Kuruzhai, I heard your husband teaching Confucianism. I was fascinated by it without knowing it."

He was pressed for time and did not want to waste time. The horrifying images that flashed through his mind from time to time reminded him that he was running out of time.

My Confucianism is about to fail.

"Do you understand?" Mo Longsheng stroked his long beard and looked at him curiously.

Wen Donglai remembered a Confucian allusion on earth - the moon reflects thousands of rivers, and the principles are different.

He had already thought about it in his mind and said with an apologetic smile: "You are ignorant and think that your words are like the moonlight hanging high in the sky, shining on all the rivers. There are ten thousand mountains and rivers with ten thousand moonlight shadows, each with its own unique color; your knowledge is the doctrine of Confucianism.

, I can only understand one ten thousandth."

Some Confucian scholars fell into deep thought after listening to Wen Donglai's words. They all felt that although he was flattering, what he said was very wonderful.

Mo Longsheng's eyes lit up, he was obviously very satisfied with his answer, and his opinion of Wen Donglai slightly improved.

A person who is not familiar with Confucianism can actually say this truth and be worthy of a smile from Mo Longsheng.

Mo Longsheng smiled slightly, showing his scholarly demeanor, and forgave Wen Donglai's rude behavior.

Then he smiled and asked: "I can teach you, so what question do you want to ask me?"

Wen Donglai looked around with an embarrassed look on his face and a questioning look in his eyes.

Mo Longsheng's heart moved and he asked his disciples to study on their own and called him aside to talk.

"Say it."

Wen Donglai no longer concealed anything and asked bluntly: "Mr. Mo, I had a nightmare last night. I saw a dilapidated house with muscle-like texture on the walls. There was a word "Confucianism" written on the lintel, and blood flowed from the word "Confucianism".

It drips downward and the house is crumbling. What’s the explanation?”

Mo Longsheng pressed his palm on Wen Donglai's forehead and closed his eyes slightly, as if he was resting his mind.

After a long time, he opened his eyes and sighed: "This is your Confucian mansion. It has begun to collapse because of the lack of natural power. It's a pity that it's a good seedling."

Of course Wen Donglai didn't know what heavenly power was. He just smiled bitterly and said: "I haven't turned on the telepathy between heaven and man, nor have I passed the imperial examination. I haven't condensed the Confucian Mansion yet. How could I cause the collapse of the Confucian Mansion? Mr. Mo, you

Help me find out what's wrong with me?"

Mo Longsheng was shocked when he heard this and said: "You didn't turn on the telepathy between heaven and man?"

He originally thought that Wen Donglai was a young genius who built the Confucian Mansion at such a weak age. It was a pity that the Confucian Mansion collapsed due to lack of natural power.

Who would have thought that Wen Donglai did not activate the telepathy between heaven and man.

how so?

He quickly turned around, looked at the sky, bowed, and a ray of Confucian light shot towards the sky from his eyes, and said in his mouth: "On the journey of the great road, the world is for the common good. I am a human being, why should I ask God...ask the sky several times..."

"Wow, the teacher is actually asking the sky."

"This is the art of Confucian mathematics, it's so amazing."

The disciples on the side saw him and shouted excitedly, their words unable to conceal their deep admiration.

But in an instant, he began to envy and even envy Wen Donglai for being able to attract Mo Longsheng to use the power of heaven and ask the sky.

Wen Donglai was also shocked by his move.

Soon, Mo Longsheng's face flushed, he took a breath and glanced at Wen Donglai, but the look in his eyes was replaced by fear and anger.

The front and back are completely different.

"What's wrong, Teacher Mo?" Wen Donglai shrank his neck because Mo Longsheng's gaze was too lethal.

Mo Longsheng almost gritted his teeth and said: "You did not turn on the telepathy between heaven and man, because you carried the holy sacrifice to heaven without authorization, plundered the power of heaven, and forcibly used the power of heaven to condense the Confucian mansion. Your character was not strong, which led to the collapse of the Confucian mansion.

If you hurt your Confucianism, you will bring it upon yourself."

"Carry the Holy Spirit to the Heaven?" Wen Donglai was surprised, but he didn't quite understand what Mo Longsheng said.

"Teacher Mo, I don't understand what you mean." Wen Donglai became confused.

"Please leave, you are not welcome in Kuruzhai." Mo Longsheng stood up, his face suddenly changed, his eyes flashed coldly, and the bun on his head danced wildly in the wind, and he issued a cold order to expel guests.

"Teacher Mo, please tell me." Wen Donglai needed to know the answer.

"Get lost." Mo Longsheng roared out, his eyes cold and determined, not allowing any doubt.
Chapter completed!