Chapter 152

The state of Chu Madman in Taoism is too high.

In particular, after three years of seclusion, he learned the scriptures of the emperor. Now he has a higher understanding of Taoism than a saint.

Aware of this, the Madman of Chu suddenly came up with an idea. What would happen if he talked with the sage now??

A long time ago, he had the idea of discussing Taoism with saints.

But there was no chance.

Now, the opportunity is in front of him.

"Wait a minute." The Madman of Chu took a deep breath and suppressed the impulse in his heart. It was not that he was timid, but that the sage was preaching now. It was a bit out of propriety to rashly talk with him.

Thinking of this, the Madman of Chu held Kunwu sword in his arms. He no longer listened to the sermon of the sage, but instead realized the mystery of the sword soul.

It was more effective for him than listening to the sage.

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As time went by, three days passed in a flash.

The sage's sermon has come to an end.

People gradually recovered from the sage's way, and they all benefited a lot, even the supreme.

"Thank you, saint!"

The supreme one rose and bowed.

"Thank you, saint!"

The rest of the people also got up to salute and thank them sincerely.

The sage with white eyebrows gave a faint smile. After this sermon, he gained some merits and virtues. Although it has little effect on the body of merits and virtues, a little makes a lot. No matter how small a mosquito is, it's meat.

"That's the end of this sermon. If you have any doubts, just bring them up." The white browed sage said lightly.

The monks seized the opportunity and put forward their doubts one by one. They were all answered by the saints.

"Sage, this is a world of great contention. In your opinion, who is the most hopeful in this world to win the throne?" Ao Cang asks a way suddenly.

Many people are interested in this problem.

However, the white browed sage did not reply positively, and said lightly, "this is the natural cause, and it's not for us to figure it out."

"How long does the sage think it will take for him to become an emperor again?"

This time, Yuan Hong asked.

"This world of great contention has never been changed in ancient times. The road to becoming emperor is obvious. However, it needs all kinds of training. It is possible to become emperor in a short period of one hundred years, or in a long period of more than one thousand years." Said the white browed sage, frowning.

He didn't become emperor. Who knows how long it will take for someone to become emperor.

"Now you think that the ancient temple ladder can be used to test the heart of the monks in front of the temple."

Wuchenzi took a look at the Madman of Chu, and then asked.

The white brow saint's mouth twitched slightly. He also knew about the destruction of the heart ladder.

He couldn't figure out the heart of the Chu Madman's Tao. He didn't dare to judge whether the heart of the Chu Madman's Tao could be compared with that of the ancient emperor.

After all, it's too incredible, but if you don't know it, don't you lose your face.

Why do these little guys always ask about things they don't know.

The white browed sage suddenly thought of something. His eyes were deep. He pretended to be mysterious and said, "don't say, don't say."

As soon as this remark came out, everyone looked at each other face to face, and some of them were confused. What do you mean?

People were very curious, but the sage did not say, even if they were so curious that they could not know that there were ants crawling in their hearts.

"Sage, I have been trapped in the realm of veneration for two thousand years. How can I break through it?" At this time, a venerable suddenly asked.

Although the problem is still very difficult, he still knows something about it compared with the problems that the sages didn't know.

It took three days to preach and two days to answer questions.

The white browed sage felt that time was almost up. He put his eyes on the Madman of Chu, with a little curiosity in his eyes.

Because from the beginning to the end, the other side has been sitting in the same place, neither listening to his preaching, nor asking him questions, they have been holding his sword.

The whole person is like a sculpture, which can't move.

Why does the other party doubt that they are saints.

Not only sages, but also other people noticed the difference of Chu Madman. They looked at each other and didn't know what the other party was doing.

"You're so brave, you don't know the propriety."

A supreme suddenly asked the Madman of Chu loudly.

Hum

At this time, the body of Kunwu sword trembled slightly, revealing half of the body of the sword. A terrible sharp breath locked the supreme.

The supreme was struck by lightning, and his face turned white. This sharp breath made him feel that his life was on the line.

That sword, it's terrible.

They were also secretly shocked.

It deserves to be the first sword in the hundred sword spectrum. It is the only holy sword known in the world that blends the soul of the sword. It really deserves its reputation and is so terrible.When Chu Madman youyou woke up, he pressed the handle of Kunwu sword, put it back into the scabbard, stroked the body of the sword, and whispered softly as if he was pacifying Kunwu: "it's not worth being angry for such a person..."

Then, he looked around, then looked at the white browed sage sitting in the futon, and said with a faint smile, "is the sermon over?"

The white browed sage nodded slightly, "yes."

"Well, I have a question for you now."

Many friars looked at him curiously.

"Go ahead, please." The saint's face was also a little correct. How difficult should it be to solve such a doubt that the peerless arrogance did not understand?

"The sage preached for three days and answered for two days. Are you tired?"

What?

Everyone looked at each other with doubts on their faces.

What's the problem?

"Fair." The white eyebrow Saint said, also don't know Chu Madman this gourd inside sell of what medicine.

"Oh, in that case, could the sage please talk to me now?" Chu Madman said with a smile.

As soon as the voice fell, the scene fell into a strange silence.

Everyone doubts their ears.

What did they hear?

The Madman of Chu wants to talk with the sage?!

"Bold!"

"Lizi, how dare you speak wildly!"

A few breath of terror broke out in an instant, but several Supreme People glared at the Madman of Chu.

The white browed sages preached to them. For them, just like the teachers, their hearts were extremely respectful.

In their opinion, the current behavior of Chu madmen is undoubtedly a provocation to saints. How can they not be angry?

Hum!!

A burst of sword singing broke out!

A very terrible sword rhyme filled the air, but in an instant, it overthrew several supreme powers and forced them to retreat.

Originally several people of rage immediately shocked to see Chu Madman.

"I asked the saints, not you."

The Madman of Chu glanced at the nobles, then looked directly at the sage, "I don't know if the sage is willing to talk with the younger generation?"

The tone is neither humble nor overbearing, showing a sense of seriousness.

Everyone believed it.

Is the Madman of Chu really looking for the sage to talk about Taoism!!

Think of this, they do not know how to express their inner thoughts, can not say is shocked, or disdain.

But one thing they are sure of is that they absolutely dare not ask the sages to discuss the Tao like the madmen of Chu.

I can't even think about it.

"We're here to listen to the sage preaching. It's a good thing that this madman of Chu came to talk to the sage!"

Some friars could not help but sigh.

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