Chapter 515 Mo Chi, this is the way the world is

A big hole appeared in the sky.

Two hands stretched out from this big hole.

The two hands held both sides and tore the big hole bigger.

Xu Ming raised his head and saw a magnificent palace again.

Xu Ming had seen this palace before, and more than once.

Xu Ming originally thought that this was just an anomaly caused by some reasons.

But now it seems that is not the case.

And this time, Xu Ming wanted to see it in more detail! The 90,000-level white jade steps were looming in the sea of ​​clouds, and each step was engraved with the trajectory of the Zhoutian stars. The clouds on the east side split open with thousands of feet of rosy clouds, and the Xuanwu beast was swallowing up the sea. The hexagrams floating on the tortoise shell turned the water of the Tianhe River into sweet rain, which sprinkled on the double-eaved roof of the palace paved with eight-treasure glazed tiles below.

There is a palace with twelve golden pillars with coiled dragons running through the dome. Each dragon scale is inlaid with Kunlun jadeite, and the dragon eyes are thousand-year-old clam pearls. The mermaid silk brushed across the ground, awakening the golden-threaded Chiwen sleeping in the jade bricks. These palm-sized baby beasts immediately turned into streams of light and chased after them.

After passing through thirty-six moon-shaped gates carved with flowers paying homage to the phoenix, you can suddenly hear the clear cry of a phoenix falling from the clouds. A blue phoenix stretches its glittering tail feathers across the water, and the dewdrops shaken off from each feather bloom into crystal lotuses in mid-air.

"Xiao Mochi! How dare you!"

An old man's voice sounded above the sky.

Immediately afterwards, the images of eight old men appeared in the sky.

The eight old men surrounded Xiao Mochi in eight directions, their eyes filled with anger and incomprehension.

I don't understand why such a young cultivator would appear in the lower world cage. He entered the Ascension Realm at the age of less than 50! This was an extremely exaggerated thing in the ancient times when spiritual power was abundant!

Xiao Mochen stood on the edge of the cliff, his green shirt rustling in the strong wind.

He looked at the eight mountain-like phantoms emerging from the sea of ​​clouds, his knuckles gently stroking the imperial sword at his waist, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, his expression carrying a sense of "it's natural" and the calmness of going to death:

"Finally, you heavenly beings finally came."

"Xiao Mochi, what you did is not tolerated by heaven, but seeing your virtue and talent, you are qualified to be rewarded by heaven. Are you willing?"

An old man with a golden beard spoke to Xiao Mochi. His voice echoed between heaven and earth and could be heard clearly within a radius of thousands of miles.

"Accept the reward? Hahaha." Xiao Mochi was stunned for a moment, then laughed, "I wonder if you have the qualifications to reward me! Could it be that you dirty guys can also represent the way of heaven?"

"Xiao Mochi, don't be ungrateful! We are the way of heaven!" another phantom shouted.

"Oh? Really?" Xiao Mochen took a step forward. In that case, let's give it a try!

The scholar took a step forward, and his majestic spirit spread thousands of miles, as if the whole world was reverberating with the teachings of the Confucian saints! The scholar untied his hairband again, letting his three thousand black hair flutter in the wind.

Xiao Mochen took out a pen and inkstone from his arms.

Different from ordinary people.

Ordinary people only have one magical weapon, and they only have the energy to refine it.

But Xiao Mochi is different.

Xiao Mochi has two!

A book.

A set of pens and inkstones.

He dipped the brush into the red sand in the inkstone and wrote the word "Ren" in the air. Suddenly, a green light shot up into the sky.

The spiritual energy that had been extracted suddenly rolled back and transformed into seventy-two phantoms holding bamboo slips. They were the righteous spirit left in the world by the Confucian sages of all generations.

"You're looking for death!"

The thunderous sound shattered several mountains within the territory of Wu State. The old man in golden armor who was in the lead stepped on a black turtle and waved the command flag in his hand.

The stars in the sky are visible in broad daylight.

The other seven Dharma images each took their own position, some riding on a green phoenix, some driving a fire dragon, and they sucked the spiritual energy within a hundred miles into a vacuum.

"In the use of etiquette, harmony is the most valuable."

Xiao Mochi's voice was as clear as a chime, and his writing was as swift as a dragon.

The chapters and sentences in "Book of Rites" turned into golden chains to entangle the fire phoenix that pounced first. The divine bird condensed from the Nanming Lihuo let out a sharp wail, and each tail feather lost its ferocity under the constraints of etiquette and finally turned into fireflies all over the sky.

"town!"

The monk riding a tiger roared angrily upon seeing this, and the bronze chimes in his hand emitted soul-destroying immortal sounds.

Wherever the sound waves passed, rocks crumbled into powder, and even spider-web-like cracks appeared in space, with faint blue cracks appearing.

Xiao Mochi, however, took his time as he used his pen to outline the five notes of Gong, Shang, Jiao, Zheng and Yu. The elegant music for the Taimiao sacrifices actually turned the sounds of killing into a continuous spring rain.

By the time Xiao Mochen wrote "Music is the harmony of heaven and earth", the chime bells were already covered with moss and clusters of white plum blossoms bloomed on the bell pestles.

"Confucian saint!"

The people in the heavens finally changed color, and in their hearts, these two big words emerged! For all the Qigong practitioners in the world, it is nothing more than entering the Qi, enlightening the mind, burning the furnace, practicing Qi, building the furnace, cave house, watching the sea, Longmen, golden elixir, Yuanying, jade, immortal, and ascending.

The highest practitioner in the world is the one who has achieved ascension.

Above the ascension, there are the legendary lost second realms.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

This lost second realm has no name.

Because every avenue has its own unique name.

"Confucian Saint" is the realm of Confucian monks above the Ascension Realm! There has not been such a monk for many years.

How many years.

Such a genius had appeared! A Confucian sage who was less than fifty years old!

If he doesn't enter heaven.

Then he can't live!

He must die!

Above the sky, eight magicians formed seals at the same time, and the Big Dipper was unexpectedly torn down to the mortal world and transformed into seven immortal swords with cold light.

Finally, the old Taoist who had kept his eyes closed opened his pupils. The long river of time flowed in his pupils, and every silver thread of the whisk in his hand was entangled with cause and effect karma.

The old man spoke in a voice as loud as a bell: "Sir, are you willing to test your sword?"

Xiao Mochi smiled calmly and bowed: "Xiao is at your service."

Seven immortal swords condensed from stars stabbed towards Xiao Mochi.

The scholar bit his fingertip, and when the blood merged into cinnabar, he wrote the word "mountain".

In an instant, the entire mountain fell towards the sky.

At the same time, the wooden tablets that recorded the righteousness of the Spring and Autumn Period were spliced ​​in the air, forming a giant sword that spanned the sky and the earth. The four ancient characters "直笔诛邪" on the sword were as bright as the sun, splitting the seven star-shaped swords that were coming to cut it into two pieces.

The old Taoist's whisk suddenly expanded, and the silver threads penetrated the void and entangled Xiao Mochi's ankles.

In an instant, Xiao Mochen saw the scenes of his ten reincarnations. There was a loyal minister who died by banging his head against the pillar in front of the palace.

There are common people and sages who educate hundreds of ethnic groups in the wilderness.

There was a gentleman in white playing the piano on the top of the city wall to repel the enemy.

Every life flickers on the silver thread, trying to pull his soul into the vortex of reincarnation.

Until the last life, there was a man in a green shirt. At the last moment of his life, the corners of his mouth that were bleeding raised, and he looked at Xiao Mochi with a smile. He stretched out his hand, and with his blood-stained finger, he gently touched Xiao Mochi's brow: "Mochi, this is the way the world is."

"Winning the cold."

Xiao Mochen looked up, looking at the eight immortal images, and whispered to himself.

"I'm going to try to change the way the world is!"

(End of this chapter)