Carrying the holy sacrifice to heaven, he was convinced that Mo Longsheng must know what happened to him and he could definitely save him.

"Sir, I only have less than three hours to live." The Mo Longsheng in front of him must know a lot of secrets. Now, he has only told them all. He is treating a dead horse as a living doctor, and his eyes are clear.

, full of pleading: "Please teach me how to extend my life, sir. I...I...don't want to die yet."

All the Confucian scholars were at a loss and couldn't understand why their teacher showed such absolute despair.

Could it be that this seemingly pitiful silly boy is a villain who has abandoned his moral integrity?

"It turns out that you already knew that you have less than three hours left to live, so just live and die with your Confucian."

Seeing such a sad word from such a young baby, Mo Longsheng was shocked to realize that Wen Donglai's tender cheeks were stained with the wind and frost of years of suffering.

But his eyes darkened, and he said even more ruthlessly: "You have deep resentment towards Heaven, betraying the Holy Spirit and sacrificing Heaven, and plundering Heaven's power. It is your own fault. If I repay evil with kindness, how can I repay kindness with kindness?"

A strange force pushed Wen Donglai back to the door. No matter how hard he stepped, it was difficult for him to take even half a step.

Wen Donglai felt bitter in his heart and couldn't understand why Mo Longsheng said such desperate words.

But his heart became colder and colder. Thinking of the miserable fate this body had experienced in the past three years, he narrowed his eyes slightly and said with a smile: "The world is big, but there is no place for me; the goodness in the world will not be shared with me."

Every trace, haha!"

Unexpectedly, all the joy was in vain.

The scholarly light in Mo Longsheng's eyes dimly turned, and he looked at him deeply.

The picture imprinted in his mind became clearer and clearer. A human-shaped candle was about to burn out, with wax tears hanging down like blood. It had now burned to the ankles. Ru was about to die, indicating that Wen Donglai was only a short time away from death, and

The people who could help him were so heartless.

He looked a little lonely and had to turn around and leave.

Many Confucian scholars looked at his sad leaving figure and felt something moved in their hearts.

Mo Longsheng frowned and murmured: "I tell you, no one should imitate him. Sacrifice to heaven and earth is the sole right of the Emperor. If you violate it, his today will be your tomorrow."

Historically, imperial power was granted by heaven, and the power of offering sacrifices to heaven and earth was only controlled by the emperor.

Even in the past tens of thousands of years, it is the first Confucian law that has never changed in Tianru Continent, and this is also the only legacy left by "Shuru" to Tianru Continent.

A legacy of Confucianism that cannot be said to be good or bad.

Mo Longsheng's words completely awakened all the Confucian scholars. After thinking about it and thinking about it, they quickly figured out the cause and effect.

The people under the emperor have no right to sacrifice to heaven and earth. To sacrifice to heaven and earth rashly is definitely to plunder the power of heaven, but they forget that a gentleman should use the power in a proper way. If heaven does not give it to you, don't force it. Confucianism should respect heaven and earth. How can you do that?

Take over the world.

It turns out that the people from Wendong were cowardly and coveted the power of heaven. They dared to risk the disapproval of the world and secretly offered sacrifices to heaven, just to obtain the power of heaven. Now that retribution has come, it is really the fault of himself.

Now, no one had pity on him.

But the secret hidden in Wen Donglai is not something that Wen Donglai can see through now.

Wen Donglai was walking along the dense forest path like a haggard zombie. He didn't hear a word of what Mo Longsheng told his students.

His memory was shattered and he couldn't remember this incident at all.

If he were to know, he would definitely scold: "Even though Confucianism has reached its peak in Tianru Continent, the old tradition of imperial power granted by heaven is the same as on earth. Hum, the emperor alone has the power to sacrifice to heaven and earth, but he has blocked the people of the world.

Respect Heavenly Dharma Patriarch and change your destiny."

Unfortunately, there is no emperor in Tianru Continent.

With the abdication of the last Tianru emperor, there is no longer an emperor in the world to offer sacrifices to heaven.

Now that I think about it, people in this world are pitiful. In this world of great harmony where Confucian scholars preach that "heaven and man are one," they, as ordinary people, are not even qualified to offer sacrifices to heaven and earth.

It's a pity that Wen Donglai didn't hear Mo Longsheng's last words, otherwise he would have found out that the root cause of his problems was related to private worship to heaven.

But judging from his time-traveler thinking, there is no memory related to offering sacrifices to heaven in his mind.

There is a mystery about him, a mystery that cannot be solved.

Wen Donglai was confused and didn't know how to save himself next.

But something else was staring at him.

Mo Longsheng made a mistake for a moment and blamed himself.

Even though he strictly warned his disciples not to speak nonsense, Mo Longsheng's words still spread like wildfire. In this extremely mysterious and weird world of "Gulou Technology", there will always be some people who care about it.

"Sacrificing sacrifices to heaven and earth is the sole power of the emperor. This is the first Confucian law set by Confucianism. If anyone violates it without authorization, he will be punished by heaven and the government will be destroyed. Confucianism will be destroyed. There is no emperor in today's world. If you can make sacrifices to heaven, you will be lucky.

If he is not dead, he must be a descendant of the Emperor, or a remaining blood relative of Emperor Tianru."

This sentence is common knowledge in mainland China, but few people mention it.

The Shuru Confucian Star Observation Pavilion is a holy place that can only be entered by the Confucian scholars who have mastered the art of Shuru Confucianism. It contains the destiny stars of all peoples in the world.

This is a very strange and mysterious 100-foot-tall building, suspended in the sky, 10,000 meters above the ground. The main body of the pavilion is made of red star wood, but it is paved with millions of emerald crystals, like flawless jade glass.

, you can see the silhouette of people, and when the breeze blows, the water ripples are rippling, dotted with countless strange star patterns, colorful and dazzlingly beautiful.

At a close look, it seems chaotic and chaotic, but in fact it is orderly and strictly sequenced, like a pyramid, representing the order of the world in the 'Tianru Continent'.

There is only one dazzling star at the highest point, the size of a fist, coiled around the shadow of a golden dragon, scattering bright golden light, illuminating all the small stars below. It is the emperor among men, the son of the sky.

But at this time, the seat is empty, and no one’s name can be filled in.

"Heaven and earth are human beings, and these endless stars are hundreds of millions of Confucian subjects. Each one is stimulating the Confucian light in heaven, earth, and human beings. The stronger the light, the deeper the person has settled down in the world; the weaker the light.

, it means that he may leave the world of heaven, earth and human beings at any time, and he... is not worthy of living in this world."

An ethereal and ghostly voice came out from Shuru Star Viewing Pavilion, echoing between heaven and earth.

At this time, the bottom piece of the emerald crystal was covered with countless small stars, as dense as dust. One of the most inconspicuous little gray stars was dim and dull, as if it would disappear at any time.

"I survey the world for the six Confucian masters. My eyes are like torches, and I can count the destiny of all the people in the world. You, a miserable little Confucian, sacrifice to the heaven and the earth without authorization, in an attempt to plunder the power of heaven. Haha, the sky is angry and people are resentful. You have nothing left.

With ten breaths of life, let me play a song for you to 'send you home'."

The sad sound of the piano sounded in the sky, causing the world to resonate, and the soft and gentle emerald green fluorescence floated out of the attic like silk threads, intertwined with the mysterious things in the vast world.

ten-nine-eight-

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two-one-

A subtle buzzing sound sounded between the sky and the earth, whether it was laughter or crying. The dim little star was like an exploding electric light. It flickered a few times before completely losing its luster.

"Little brother, I've sent you thousands of miles away, but you'll have to say goodbye eventually. You go slowly, and I won't see you off anymore." The voice was like a flower spitting flowers, fragrant orchid, but the emotion was cold to the bone, making people palpitate.

It's like dusting away a tiny speck of dust...

A graceful figure walked out of the attic, like an ethereal immortal, growing lotuses every step of the way. She lowered her eyebrows and smiled, then turned around and gently closed the attic door.

A rainbow bridge stretches down from the attic, penetrates the dense clouds in the sky, and connects to somewhere on the earth.

This beautiful figure looked back at the billions of stars again to confirm that nothing had happened, and then stepped onto the overpass and walked towards the ground.

But just as her figure entered the clouds and mist, a dazzling light suddenly flashed on the emerald green crystal on the Star Observation Pavilion.

The little star that had completely lost its luster just now quickly revived, and the light it emitted shone brighter than the only imperial star in the sequence, but it was only a flash in the pan. Even so, if it was Yuantong's "Shu Confucian"

Confucian scholars with excellent skills will definitely be terrified when they see it.

One might even marvel: "He is a legend born with extraordinary changes, and he shines like a star and hides himself in the world."
Chapter completed!