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Lao Kong looked at Xiao Yu with a face full of smiles: "I can only save one person and I'm powerless to help the others. Don't head east, head towards the place where you met me."

With that, he turned around, "Oh right, tell that Lu surnamed brat that my real name is Kong Youtian."

Just as Xiao Yu was about to speak, a surge of Righteous Qi spread out in all directions with Lao Kong as the center.

"I, Lao Kong, have read for who knows how many years, I have only gained the aura of a scholar, and have not seen the great scenery of this world. Today, I will go to the clouds and take a look at this great world."

While speaking, Lao Kong took a step forward and laughed loudly.

Li Heng took a cautious step back and held the flute tightly in front of his chest.

After one step, the situation suddenly changed. Above the sea of clouds, the scriptures of the Thousand Buddha were reciting. Everyone was discussing the Dao. The immortals were whispering and all the ghosts were crying.

Lao Kong laughed indifferently, he straightened his back as a burst of Confucian Qi surrounded his body.

Within five thousand kilometers, all living creatures kneeled in Lao Kong's direction.

Countless living creatures of the Nine Continents entered a state of sudden enlightenment. Countless terrifying figures looked up at the end of the book in the air.

A sage of the Confucianism was born!

The situation in the World of the Nine Continents suddenly changed. A terrifying undercurrent surged in an instant.

To the east of the Liangzhou, there was the number one and only buddhist stage in the Nine Prefectures, Lanta Temple.

There was a Bodhi tree in the temple yard. Beneath the tree was a lounge chair with a bald monk with a fat head and large ears. He held a fan in one hand and a teapot in the other. Beside him, a small Shami was slowly sweeping the floor with a broom. "Little Shamei obviously wasn't in a good mood, so she lowered her head and casually waved her hands without saying a word.

At this moment, the bald monk suddenly opened his narrowed eyes and looked at Scroll, who was floating in the air. His face was gloomy as he slowly waved the fan in his hand.

After a while, he spoke to Shamei, who was sweeping the floor, "Call your Uncle-Master over."

Little Shamei stopped the broom in her hand, raised her head, and asked with an unhappy expression, "Master, did you call me over because of something?"

When the large-eared monk heard this, he did not say anything and only put down the teapot in his hand with a smile. He then called for Little Shamei, smiling as he rubbed Little Shamei's bald head.

"A Confucian saint has appeared."

As he spoke, the large-eared Monk's eyes gradually drifted to the hill to the west. The temple was built on a mountain, and its steps went up, making a total of 28 temples. The large-eared monk looked towards the highest point of the main temple. Behind the main temple was a thatched hut. The ground was overgrown with weeds, but no one dared to step in.

The large-eared monk stood up from his chair. A gust of wind blew, and the Bodhi leaf descended. He extended his hand to receive the falling leaf, then placed his foot on the ground, forming a lotus flower pattern. He narrowed his eyes and looked to the east.

"We can't let anyone beat us to this rule!"

The academy of the Nine Prefectures was filled with a myriad of students, as numerous as the stars in the sky. But if the most famous one said that Northern Sea was the second academy, no one dared to claim themselves to be number one.

There was a Peach Blossom Forest in the Prime Minister's Mansion. Someone recorded that there were a total of eighty-nine thousand six hundred Peach Trees in this Peach Blossom Forest. It was precisely this: "When the wind blows, people all fall from the sky. It doesn't seem like the world is victorious."

A boy hurriedly searched for something in the peach forest and yelled, "Xiao Hei! Little Black, where are you?! "

The boy searched for a long time, but he seemed to be tired. He just sat angrily under a peach blossom tree and stopped searching.

At this moment, a black shadow suddenly jumped out from the peach tree behind him. It pounced on the little boy, causing a rain of flowers to fall from the peach tree.

The boy did not dodge, but the black shadow landed on his shoulder and let out a cheerful, snoring sound.

It was a black cat, but its two eyes were pink, and its fur was shiny black.

The boy held the black cat in his arms and began to comb its fur.

The black cat yawned lazily in his arms.

The boy raised his head to look at the scroll in the air, and could not help but smile wryly. It seemed that he was still a step too late.

However, the boy seemed to have thought of something else as he quietly whispered: "I wonder how is my darling at Bei Shan's place? No! I want to go and take a look at the cultivation books one by one. "

With that said, he carried the black cat and ran towards a small house in the peach forest.

"Ah choo, who's scolding me?"

In an unknown pavilion on an unknown mountain, two old men were playing chess.

There was still a lot of snow at the top of the mountain. It was obvious that the snow had not melted yet.

An old man could not help but sniff and carefully said, "Why don't we get Little Wu to boil a pot of hot water?"

The other old man said expressionlessly, "Play chess."

The two quietly stared at the chessboard again. After a while, a shriveled yellow leaf fell into the teacup on the table that was already completely cold.

"The wind is blowing."

"Yes."

"Do what?"

"Let Boss go down the mountain."

"Alright."

The two old men were silent again. Suddenly, one of the elderly men quickly took out two chess pieces from the table and smiled at the other expressionless elderly man. He said, "Look, you're about to lose."

The old man with a solemn expression did not say anything. He only played with a chess piece in his hand and stared at the chess piece before putting it down. He sighed and said, "Can you move?"

The old man who had stolen the chess pieces glanced at the scroll floating in the air, smiling: "I can move, I can move, how can I not move?"

Then he turned around and left the pavilion.

The old man who had put down the chess pieces picked them up again and placed them next to the chess piece in the middle of the chessboard.

"It's about time for that brat to return. Sigh, in the end, he's still my child."

With that, the old man also walked out of the pavilion and whistled. A small green bird landed on the old man's shoulder.

The old man plucked a leaf from a tree next to the pavilion, dusted off the snow, and sprinkled it with his hand. Then he gave it to the bird.

He then waved his robe and walked out of the pavilion, treading on the snow and making creaking sounds.

In an unknown dark palace, there was a man chained to a dark pillar. A sharp sword pierced through his chest, and from time to time, sparks flew out from the black pillar.

That person's ears twitched as if he had sensed something. Then, he opened his eyes and looked up in disdain, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

"Finally, the wind has picked up."

Scarlet eyes, orange pupils, he looked like a mythical fiendish demon.

"Aren't you going to do something?"

In a tall tree not too far away from the Wasteland, a man was resting on a tree branch with a piece of dog-tailed grass in his mouth. The bronze woman who was standing under the tree and speaking raised her head to look at Scroll, who was floating in the air. She couldn't help but furrow her brows.

"There's no need. This old man won't be able to last much longer."

"Oh?" When the woman heard the man's words, her eyes were filled with doubt.

"Don't be in such a hurry, take your time and read it." After he finished speaking, the man's eyes narrowed as he looked towards the distant jungle.

"I didn't stay here for that. I was waiting for my good friend."

At the moment, Lu Beiyou who was bitterly looking for Lao Kong, felt the Righteous Qi and immediately raised his head to look at the scroll in the sky. He hurriedly rushed to the end of the book.

How could Lao Kong become a saint at this time?

Li Heng looked at the scholarly aura that was all over him, and Lao Kong who had come all the way here could not help but suck in a breath of cold air. Is this the power of a saint?

"Are you going to stop me now?"