Qin Zhizhen stepped aside, and Yan Jun of Biancheng missed him. Then a gap appeared in the void, and he happened to fall into it.

Of course, the portal to the void was just a cover. After several layers of cover, he actually opened the sea of ​​his subconscious mind, and along the connection established by Jiang Wang, Yan Xiao fell forward without hesitation.

The grand voice of Emperor Yama echoed on the ice coffin——

"Your bird."

Douzhao's performance in this round was really impressive, and his spitting was like a knife, and the cuts were so sudden that he couldn't answer the question for a while. Fortunately, Yan Jun of Biancheng had nothing to do with him, and there was someone else responsible for this.

Jiang Wang is still still in the ice coffin, with his hand covering the green tripod, looking at Zuo Qiuwu in the forbidden mountains and rivers, as if two dead statues can look after each other forever.

An old monk with a vision of all living beings, wearing a hundred-pin monk's robe, walked into the pavilion beyond the sea of ​​​​mind: "Mr. Qin, you really like to joke."

"Bian Cheng Yan Jun is the king of the underworld. He is entrusted with the priesthood. He is independent in thought and orderly in behavior. He is only controlled by Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva... Whatever is yours or mine is all contributing to the underworld."

He looked at Douzhao again: "As for being big-hearted... not necessarily."

"This seems to be something called the Great Dream Sutra passed down by King Ksitigarbha, which was used to help him clear away his own distracting thoughts. The Confucian elders said that 'the destruction of rituals and the destruction of music and the emergence of evil thoughts', he had no choice but to enter a dream to avoid it."

Yan Xiao, who fell on the ice coffin of Yihai and rolled several times, closed his eyelids just as he was about to open them.

Now that the master has spoken, there is nothing wrong with sleeping honestly - there happens to be a coffin here.

Dou Zhao threw the thief bird away and didn't care. He picked up his severed arm with one hand and swallowed the Tianxiao knife in one gulp. He grinned and said bloody: "No matter what scripture, don't take it with you next time you go out."

These Po-Yang Gods are, after all, several generations behind and are really of no use."

Qin Zhizhen was so angry that he hadn't figured out how to hit the opponent powerfully with words, and he couldn't do anything to draw a knife on the wounded, so he had to say: "You are so tough!"

Dou Zhao was in a much better mood after the killing. He laughed loudly, kicked the Holy Demon's head into the pavilion, and shouted: "Get it for me!"

Collecting trophies on the battlefield is what the auxiliary soldiers do.

The Holy Demon's head happened to fall in front of Li Hengzhi! It was rolling on the ground, and Tianxiao's sword force was still strangulating its stability.

In the history book of Qinku Academy, there is actually "The Art of Ritual Collapse and Destruction of the Holy Demon", and the holy demon is walking majestically in the pages of the book. Even Taixu Pavilion took off the demon's head, Zuo Qiuwu must reveal this matter

An explanation, the academy cannot pretend not to know.

No matter how much Dou Zhao took advantage of Qin Zhizhen in words, he still slapped the academy in the face in action.

Li Hengzhi looked at the ferocious holy demon and was speechless for a moment.

The blazing white light immediately jumped up, extinguishing the billowing evil energy, and tied it into an airtight rice dumpling.

Ju Gui really didn't care about their cheap talk, and the monks also sealed the five senses of the holy demon's head, stopped its hissing, and added a Beidou suppressing demon ban.

No matter what time, these immortal demons cannot be underestimated.

It's not time to let the Holy Demon speak yet, so don't let it make a sound.

At this time, Emperor Yama reached over, picked up the demon skull, and threw it into the chess cage. He said in the sea: "Thank you, Mr. Huang!"

The burly divine body of Yan Jun of Bian City is not even a wave in the vast sea of ​​​​ice. It rests quietly on the ice, just like a tomb-bearing beast, exuding the divine light of honesty and duty.

The lid of this ice coffin has been carved out of a core territory - a bodhi tree is growing in the center of the lid, and its roots have penetrated into the coffin, spreading like meridians like glaciers, and even piercing the forbidden land of mountains and rivers.

The bodhi branches and leaves were swaying green, and the yellow relics in his robe were stained with blood. He sat under the tree with a golden sword, wiped a handful of nosebleeds, and waved his hands without raising his head, indicating that there was no need to say anything.

The waves of time and space flowed in front of her, and what finally emerged was the chess game in the pavilion.

This chessboard serves as the projection of the historical window, connecting the "Confusion Chapter" in the historical cemetery and the "Black and White Dharma Realm" page in the "Qinku Academy". It is the window through which Zuo Qiuwu observes Sima Heng, and it is also the window through which Sima Heng observes Zuo Qiu.

Of course, my window can also be used as a naked execution platform in Taixu Pavilion to observe them - now there is also a holy demon.

Dou Zhao swept away Zuo Qiu Wu with one blow, and Ju Gui immediately began to build the [Black and White Dharma Realm] just for this moment.

What exactly is the struggle between Zuo Qiuwu and the person suspected of being Sima Heng will be difficult to conceal from them.

The yellow relic was already outside Juedian Gate. The time and space layout written by Zuo Qiuwu in this history book and the time order preserved by Sima Heng in the historical cemetery gave her great inspiration. But she was not in a hurry.

Climbing, just quietly watching the different times reflected in the chess cage.

Ju Gui presides over this meeting, and she is an observer of time, and will grasp the traces of these people on trial in history.

Huang Fu held the magic pestle and smiled when he saw everyone. He was also very kind when he saw Yan Jun of Biancheng snoring. He just smiled and guarded his daughter.

The Bodhi tree that is getting taller and taller, because of the existence of this yellow-faced Buddha, is filled with wisdom like a shower!

A lot of people crowded into the pavilion in the center of the lake, but it didn't seem crowded. Under the control of Ju Gui, [Black and White Dharma Realm] has an extension of Dharma.

Bang!

There was a thunderous sound in the void, which seemed very abrupt.

A white shadow separated from the void and gradually condensed into a concrete person - Xiao Zhiheng in linen clothes and cloth shoes. He staggered for a few steps and finally stood still. His face was pale and his spirit was depressed.

He finally escaped from the Eye of Destruction.

But maybe Cang Meng didn't really have any intention of destroying him.

He looked at the pavilion in the middle of the lake and sighed, with a sad look on his face: "It's an insult to politeness."

Douzhao turned to look at him, the golden flames in his eyes rising again, eager to try: "Did you fail to defeat him?"

Xiao Zhiheng's expression froze.

The winner is the king, the loser is the bandit. This has always been the case, scholars don’t know. He was prepared to be ridiculed after being beaten, but he was not prepared to be beaten again...

The monks took a step forward and said seriously: "I am not rude in Taixu Pavilion. In this [Black and White Dharma Realm], the majesty of the Dharma must be established. Otherwise, if this person is dissatisfied and that person is dissatisfied, Mr. Drama will be able to rise upright and openly here."

, it makes no sense.”

One of them had a red face and the other had a pale face, and they only asked one question——

Are you convinced?

The two elders of Confucianism represent Shushan to handle the affairs of Qinku Academy. But this place is now taken over by Taixu Pavilion, and everything has to wait until the truth is revealed before it can continue - Two elders, do you agree with this decision, or do you accept it?

Convinced?

As soon as they came, they replaced the law with etiquette. If they wanted to dictate and establish an order in which they were the main ones, a struggle would inevitably occur. It was not enough to bow their heads just to obey them. They also had to think clearly before bowing their heads again.

What they are fighting for is the right to speak and the right to deal with Zhong Xuanyin.

Taixu Pavilion and Shushan are not enemies, and Shushan does not necessarily care about Zhong Xuanyin. But Taixu Pavilion's highest demand is Zhong Xuanyin's safety. Shushan's highest demand is the overall interests of Confucianism. If one party must give in,

, it doesn’t make sense by talking about it.

"In the past, when the Legalist sage preached, he talked about convincing people with reason." Xiao Zhiheng looked a little angry: "Now, can the majesty of the law only be established by violent means?"

"Old sir, don't joke around on such a serious occasion." The monks kept changing their faces, each of them calm: "There is no threat other than punishment! Besides, the two elders don't seem to know us very well."

"What nonsense are you talking to him about?" Dou Zhao walked over and looked at Xiao Zhiheng with an extremely arrogant look: "I don't know what day it is when I close my house and close my house! You people who are full of nonsense are also senior... seniors,

If I don’t beat you down, can you listen to my reasoning?”

"Brother Dou, don't do this -" The monks tried to pull him away, but their feet didn't move at all.

"Now we know each other!" Li Hengzhi finally took a step forward, stood between the two, and said with a wry smile: "We two old men studying behind closed doors, coming out of the mountains in this hot summer, can be regarded as getting to know the world again!"

"It is really too hot outside the mountains. We have to go back to the mountains to enjoy the coolness after all. If we say we are a little worried, it is nothing more than Confucian orthodoxy and the true inheritance of rituals and music..."

He stated directly: "This is already the [black and white legal world]. Of course we respect the majesty of the law. We also recognize the fair order."

The theater cabinet stood on a square seat, looking majestic but distant, but he asked again: "Where is Mr. Zi?"

This is the second time he asked [Mr. Zi]!

The two Confucian elders all looked over, and even Li Hengzhi raised his eyebrows.

Jugui said: "I don't have any other intention, after all, I have to wait for everyone to gather."

The monk took another step forward: "It's hard to explain Mr. Drama's shyness, but I am young and energetic but I have no scruples. I need to make it clear to these two gentlemen——"

"Can you two make the decision? Can you fully represent Shushan in making the decision at the moment?"

He raised his eyes and looked at the two people in front of him: "Of all things in the world, time is the most precious! We can't talk about it half way through and then change someone else to talk again. We, Li Yi, cabinet members, hate wasting time the most."

Jiang Zhenjun is actually not very willing to be diplomatic. In the past, when he was with Zhongxuansheng, it was always Chongxuansheng who was good at dancing in front, and before that, it was Xiaowu who socialized with others. However, in this Taixu Pavilion, he is also the tallest among the short ones.

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Dou Zhao has already positioned himself as a villain and is having a good time. Zhong Xuanzun is too lazy to talk nonsense. Cang Ming's eight sticks can't make a sound. Qin Zhizhen thinks about it for a long time. After saying it, the day lily is cold. Zhong Xuanyin

He is very good at situations like this, but everyone is still looking for him.

Let the rest of the people wait, so don’t mention it.

He had no choice but to take the top job, and under the title of chief thug, he also served as a diplomatic speaker.

It is unknown what Li Hengzhi was thinking in his heart, but he always maintained his demeanor on his face: "Changes have occurred in Qinku Academy, and some unfortunate stories have happened. We are also very sad."

"You may suspect that Shushan is related to this matter, or even secretly leading this matter. I will not explain this, and the truth will be obvious. But one thing is clear -"

He said seriously: "Since Mr. Xiao and I are going down the mountain together, our decision is Shushan's decision, and our will is the will of the entire Confucian school."

All the monks said politely: "The world has great learning, why don't we respect it?"

Li Hengzhi looked at him: "I just said 'wait for everyone' and ask everyone to be present. Does Jiang Zhenjun appear in this body to represent Buddhism?"

"I do not represent the Buddha, nor do I represent the immortals. I represent a person named 'Jiang Wang', or today I can also represent Taixu Pavilion." The monks picked up the robes and said, "I am entering the hall with this body.
To be continued...