Chapter 136: Ming Longchang, the True Saint of Confucianism

This moment, this second, this instant.

Not only the Song Dynasty, not only Xiangyang, but the entire Jiuzhou, the entire world seemed to be shaking.

Everyone raised their heads and stared blankly at the sky.

Deep in the nine heavens, they seemed to vaguely see a figure sitting quietly.

This supreme sound of Tao came from his mouth.

It sounds like he is reciting, talking to himself, or even more like preaching.

"What is this? Who is that?"

In Liyang, Fan Qinghui spoke in shock.

Fan Qinghui is not an ignorant person. Cihang Jingzhai is a major Buddhist sect. As the head of Cihang Jingzhai, Fan Qinghui can definitely be regarded as a giant in the world.

High-ranking officials in the court, martial arts masters, and even famous generals on the battlefield, who hasn’t she seen?

But at this moment, she was like a little girl who went out for the first time and saw the outside world.

That aura was so vast and terrifying.

It even far exceeded Fan Qinghui's ability to understand.

It's not that he hasn't seen masters before, like Song Que and Ning Daoqi, they are all great masters who are famous in the world and their strength is enough to be described as terrifying.

Even Fan Qinghui had come into contact with the supreme master Ling Donglai in his past, and had witnessed with his own eyes the other party's powerful strength that could destroy the world with just a wave of his hand.

But no matter who it is, they are far inferior to the aura revealed in front of him.

It's like the difference in levels, the gap between gods and demons and ordinary people.

Yi Fan Qinghui was simply unable to understand what he saw.

The purpose or ideal of Cihang Jingzhai is to control, control the world, control the court, and even control the situation in Jiuzhou.

So whether it is Fan Qinghui or other disciples of Cihang Jingzhai, they don't like objects or people that are out of control.

People like Gao Changsheng, Song Que today, the magician Pang Ban back then, and even the evil king Shi Zhixuan who just debuted, are all of this type of people.

This is especially true for the person who suddenly appeared in front of him.

That was a kind of power that she did not dare to hope to control. When such a power suddenly appeared before her, how could Fan Qinghui not panic?

That kind of pressure was pressing on her chest all the time.

So she instinctively looked at Gao Changsheng, like a drowning person trying to grab a life-saving straw.

After all, Gao Changsheng's previous changes had already shown that he had discovered something a long time ago, so the other party must also know something.

Gao Changsheng ignored Fan Qinghui's panic. He just kept looking at the sky quietly, with a smile on his face and a gleam in his eyes.

"Who on earth is revealing his aura? I seem to have never heard of such a person in Liyang Beimang. Could he be some hidden master?" Nangong Pushe asked softly.

Of course, he was also very curious. When the rolling sound of Tao fell, the aura emanating from behind it was truly terrifying.

Of course, Nangong Pushe was different from Fan Qinghui. Besides being shocked, she was more yearning.

Warriors worship strength, especially those like her who have a deep blood feud. If she has such strength, where in the world can she not go? What revenge can't be avenged?

"It's not from Li Yang." Gao Changsheng said softly.

"He is from another country?"

Nangong Pushe replied softly, but there was not much surprise in his eyes.

After all, although she had not seen every famous master in Liyang and Beimang, she had a basic idea of ​​them.

The person in front of her obviously did not match the impression she had of him.

"I just don't know who this expert is? Why did he suddenly reveal his aura? Is he fighting with someone? I wonder what the scene would be like if such powerful people fought against each other?" Nangong Pushe said with some longing.

"It's not a fight, it's just enlightenment." Gao Changsheng said with a laugh.

"Enlightenment?" Nangong Pushe was shocked.

It is too horrifying that just one enlightenment can spread its aura throughout all the countries.

Gao Changsheng shook his head slightly.

"It's not just ordinary enlightenment. He is enlightening himself. He is already on the path to becoming a saint."

"A saint?" Nangong Pushe was stunned for a moment: "Confucian saint?"

She was not unfamiliar with Confucian saints. After all, she had just met Xie Guanying, who was also a Confucian saint, but now his level had been lowered by Gao Changsheng.

As if he had seen through Nangong Pushe's thoughts, Gao Changsheng smiled disdainfully:
"Xie Guanying? He doesn't deserve to be called a Confucian saint."

After saying that, he shook his head again and spoke again:
"The one who appeared this time is not an ordinary Confucian sage."

"Achieve merit, establish virtue and make words, these three immortalities are combined into one."

"The position he has ascended to now is truly holy."

"Confucian sage, Confucian sage, this may be the real Confucian sage."

A faint voice came out slowly, and Nangong Pushe was stunned where he was.

Of course she knew about the three immortalities of Confucianism.

He didn't expect that the man in front of him had already achieved the Three Immortals, and now he was enlightened to the world and starting his final leap!

"Where is this person?"

Nangong Pushe's voice sounded a little excited.

Although she did not practice Confucianism or Taoism, who could remain calm when faced with the birth of a true Confucian or Taoist saint?

"Da Ming, Longchang!"

Gao Changsheng uttered a few words softly.

"He is actually a person from the Ming Dynasty." Nangong Pushe was stunned.

"Once you realize the truth, you will ascend to the throne of sainthood. The light of your soul will shine across the nine continents. I'm afraid the Ming Dynasty will be bustling. Let's go and continue on our journey."

Gao Changsheng smiled lightly, then took the reins and rode his horse directly past Fan Qinghui.

If it was before, there would be nothing wrong in chatting with Fan Qinghui.

After all, his original intention was to fish.

But now that this has happened, Gao Changsheng no longer has the heart to continue wasting time here.

As for the Cihang Sword Canon, Gao didn't care. He knew Fan Qinghui, or Cihang Jingzhai, too well.

Now that they have made up their minds, they will never give it up rashly.

As long as Gao Changsheng nods, they will definitely rush to deliver the sword manual to him.

Even feeding the devil with one's own body is not impossible.

More than a dozen figures flashed by and rushed away without even looking back.

Only Fan Qinghui was left standing there with a gloomy face, not knowing what he was thinking.

And on the other side.

At this time, the city of Xiangyang had become extremely quiet.

All the Yuan army soldiers had retreated and did not attack the city again.

Temujin's face was equally gloomy as water. He stared at the sky with fiery eyes, his body shaking slightly unconsciously.

After a long time, Temujin slowly retracted his gaze and shouted coldly:
"Pass on this Khan's order to withdraw the troops."

"what?"

The people around exclaimed at the same time, totally unable to believe their ears.

You know, after a series of wars, Xiangyang was already on the verge of collapse.

The city walls were damaged in many places, and the originally bright formation became much dimmer.

The most important thing is that although the Beiwei Army did not fall, its combat effectiveness was greatly reduced at this time.

It can be said that at this time, Xiangyang was only one step away from being destroyed and everyone dying.

At this time, Temujin actually wanted to withdraw his troops.

Not to mention the generals who understand the situation, even ordinary people may not be able to understand it.

"Send the order, withdraw the troops!"

Temujin roared loudly, and the murderous aura in his body shook continuously as if he couldn't control it.

Several people around them shuddered unconsciously.

Seeing Temujin's murderous expression, naturally no one dared to interrupt him.

A moment later, the Yuan army soldiers began to retreat like a tide, leaving behind only a pile of blood and bones and the ruined Xiangyang city wall.

"The Yuan army retreated? Haha, the Yuan army retreated."

"Thanks to Marshal Yue for your blessing, the Yuan army retreated, we won!"

"Roar, roar."

When the enemy retreated, thunderous cheers were heard on the Xiangyang city walls.

Guo Jing's body went limp and he almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, he managed to hold onto the city wall next to him at the last moment.

In fact, at the last moment, he was already in despair. He did not expect that the Yuan army would retreat at this time.

He didn't know the real reason why Temujin retreated, but it was obviously related to the sudden sound in the air.

"Saint, saint?" Guo Jing muttered to himself involuntarily.

"The Khan?"

In a large tent, the retreating Yuan army had set up camp again.

However, since returning, Temujin's complexion has never recovered.

The other generals didn't dare to speak at this time.

In fact, in recent years, Temujin's temper has become more and more strange.

In the entire Mongol army, there were only a few people who could barely talk to him.

"Chi Lao Wen, you're back?"

Seeing the person in front of him, Temujin finally raised his head.

Temujin's four heroes, four mastiffs, and four brave sons. Needless to say, the four brave sons are all Temujin's own sons.

Among them, the Four Mastiffs and the Four Heroes, although all of them were capable and good generals, they actually had some differences between them.

The four heroes, including Chilaowen, were basically of the same generation as Temujin, and some could even be considered Temujin's brothers.

Therefore, in terms of status and prestige, the Four Heroes are above the Four Mastiffs.

At this time, when Temujin was in this state, only a few people like Chilaowen dared to speak to him.

After saying this, Temujin raised his head again and looked at Chilaowen.

"They are all wondering why Ben Khan withdrew his troops, right?"

Chilaowen bowed respectfully and said, "The Khan's decision certainly has a profound meaning. We are just a little worried about the Khan."

Temujin shook his head and smiled:
"You must have seen the previous vision."

Chi Lao Wen nodded: "The Khan is because of this person?"

After he finished speaking, doubts unconsciously appeared in his eyes.

The aura of that mysterious man is indeed powerful.

But it is also obvious that it is not nearby at all, and may not even be in the Song Dynasty.

Moreover, from the beginning to the end, the other party only showed his aura and did not even reveal his hostility.

Even if Temujin recognized the enemy and was afraid of him, there was no need for him to retreat at this time.

No matter how strong the enemy is, can they directly attack so many Mongol troops from such a long distance?
"He possesses the three immortalities in one person. I never thought that a saint would appear in the Ming Dynasty." Temujin sighed quietly.

"Three Immortals, the True Saint of Confucianism?"

Hearing this, Chi Lao Wen couldn't help but exclaimed.

Although he was a general, it was impossible for him not to understand the so-called three immortalities of Confucianism.

That is the ultimate pursuit of Confucianism.

He didn't expect that the strange vision just now was actually someone in the Ming Dynasty who had achieved true sainthood.

He is the Confucian saint who has attained the three immortalities!

Although it cannot be said to be groundbreaking, it is definitely unprecedented in history.

No wonder the heaven and earth were so shaken just now, and the strange phenomenon even spread directly to all countries.

only……

Chilaowen looked at Temujin again.

Temujin naturally understood what the other party meant.

"Indeed, although the other party has ascended to the throne, he is still in the Ming Dynasty, so it is impossible for him to affect the army thousands of miles away."

"Why did the Khan..."

Chi Lao Wen was even more confused.

Since there is no impact, why withdraw troops?
Is it just that he is uneasy? Chi Lao Wen guessed in his heart, but soon shook his head.

How could his Khan allow a little worry to affect the war?

Temujin narrowed his eyes, and a fierce look flashed in them.

"The Ming Dynasty has a saint, and the national fortune has skyrocketed instantly."

"And our Mongolian Yuan Dynasty and the Ming Dynasty have always been mortal enemies. The two sides can be said to be mutually reinforcing and mutually restraining."

Chi Lao Wen raised his head abruptly: "The sudden rise in the fortunes of the Ming Dynasty has affected the fortunes of our country?"

Temujin nodded slightly.

"After years of fighting, the fate of our Mongol Yuan Dynasty and the fate of the Ming Dynasty have been in a state of confrontation, one is strong and the other is weak, and one is growing while the other is declining."

"This time, the Ming fortune surged, and the Mongolian Yuan fortune was shaken instantly."

"It is no small matter when it comes to the fate of our country, so I would rather give up Xiangyang temporarily."

"I see."

Chilaowen suddenly realized that it was no wonder that Temujin retreated at this critical moment. It turned out that the country's destiny was fluctuating.

"The Ming Dynasty is just relying on the power of the Confucian sage to have a short-term outbreak. Our Yuan Dynasty has a vast territory and is led by the Khan. It will surely stabilize quickly and overwhelm the Ming Dynasty again."

"As for Xiangyang, it has been half destroyed by us, but it is still alive. We can take it back anytime we want."

"There is no need for the Khan to take action himself. Tomorrow I will lead my troops to take back Xiangyang for the Khan." Old Man Chi spoke repeatedly.

"No hurry, no hurry, you go down first! Let me think about it." Temujin waved his hand.

"Yes!"

With that voice, Chi Lao Wen respectfully walked out of the tent.

As Chilaowen's figure disappeared, Temujin's body suddenly shook inexplicably.

On the left side of his originally thick black hair, patches of white hair suddenly appeared.

Temujin's eyes widened, and a hint of ferocity appeared in them.

The next second, a strong smell of blood suddenly burst out from the body.

An extremely strange aura instantly filled the entire tent.

Temujin's entire body was wrapped in red, looking extremely terrifying.

As the red light rose, a look of comfort appeared on Temujin's face.

The white hair that had originally appeared began to disappear at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Until the last white hair disappeared, the blood light was also withdrawn.

Temujin opened his eyes again, and his whole body returned to his previous state.

"National destiny, national destiny..."

Raising his eyes and looking into the distance, Temujin murmured something softly, then instantly turned his gaze back and fixed his eyes on the map in front of him.

"Da Ming, Bei Mang, Li Yang, Da Song, and Gao Changsheng..."

"The situation in Jiuzhou has changed too dramatically. It seems that the previous strategy is no longer suitable."

"Especially for the destiny of the country... time waits for no one after all. Perhaps we should change our tactics and bring out the original plan."

His eyes flashed with light and fell on a certain location on the map, and at the same time he let out a light cry.

Just as Temujin was thinking about his war plan.

In a distant area, a certain place within the territory of the Ming Dynasty was already almost crowded with people.

Dragon Field!

Although the name is extremely extraordinary, it is actually just an ordinary post station.

But it was clear that from now on, this place would never be the same.

In fact, before this, many people around already knew the name of Longchang.

It is rumored that there is a master living in Longchang, and just a few words he occasionally says can bring people all kinds of insights.

Therefore, although Longchang is a remote area, there has always been a constant stream of people visiting.

But after today, everyone knows clearly.

The previous shocking phenomenon was felt even in the distant Song Dynasty, not to mention the Ming Dynasty itself.

That rumbling sound seemed to be ringing in everyone's ears.

Everyone saw the sitting figure through the sky.

Everyone also understood that he was not a sage or a hermit, but a saint, a true Confucian saint.

In just half an incense stick of time, the small Longchang was blocked by the surging crowd.

"Hahaha, good, good, a saint has appeared in my Ming Dynasty, hahaha." In the imperial city of Yanjing, a laugh also rose to the sky.

"Congratulations, Your Majesty. May God bless the Ming Dynasty and Your Majesty." The ministers below bowed down one after another.

"Immediately issue an order to summon Wang Shouren and Mr. Yangming to the capital."

"No, no, this is too neglectful. This is a true saint who has shocked the world. I have to go and invite him in person. Come on, prepare the horses!"

"Your Majesty!"

As soon as the voice fell, a figure stood out and shouted loudly.

"Your Majesty is the king of a country. You are responsible for the foundation of the country. How can you act rashly?" The man shouted with his hands clasped, but a hint of gloom inexplicably flashed across his bright eyes.

"Your Majesty, what the Divine Marquis said makes sense. Please reconsider it." All the ministers bowed down one after another.

The Divine Marquis spoke again: "However, it is indeed a great joy that Mr. Yangming has ascended to the throne. Your Majesty cannot go there in person, so why not let me go there on your behalf?"

As soon as the words fell, the person above waved his hand and said, "The emperor's uncle is in charge of Hulong Villa and is worried about state affairs. I really can't bear to let the emperor's uncle work so hard."

"Cao Zhengchun, you will make the trip for me. Remember, you must respect Mr. Yangming. If you neglect the saint, I will peel off your skin."

"I obey your orders and will never make any mistakes."

"Go, the sooner the better. I want to see Mr. Yangming as soon as possible."

"Alright, today's court meeting ends here, everyone please leave."

After saying this, he left the dragon throne and walked towards the harem with a swagger.

Only the ministers were left in the hall, looking at each other.

The Great Ming Dynasty gave birth to a saint.

Just when everyone in the surrounding countries was either shocked or happy about this matter.

The far west of Kyushu.

A man in a black dragon robe was also leaning on a sword and looking in this direction.

Those extremely domineering eyes seemed to be able to see through the endless void.

"Three immortals, saints, interesting."

ps. I have something to do today and can't code anymore. Sorry, I owe you a chapter.

(End of this chapter)