Kong Hanan was stunned.
The old man in front of him was not good-looking and looked like an ordinary old Taoist priest.
He is far inferior to Yang Jian, or Chen Daoshou of Dongyue Temple in Luezhen, who looks like an immortal.
He was hunched over, his eyes were squinted, his skin was full of wrinkles and had dark age spots.
When he opened his mouth to breathe, you could see that he had very few teeth left.
Such an old man looked harmless, and Kong Hanan even felt a little worried that he would die at any time.
But he is a Taoist saint in the world, and is rumored to be the strongest person in the world.
Kong Hanan didn't know much about the Taoist Saint.
He only knew that Dao Sheng had lived for a very, very long time.
This old man unified Taoism and established the Taoist orthodoxy.
This old man established a rule that there cannot be any supernatural beings in the world, so it is difficult for immortals to walk in the world anymore.
This old man appeared in Wushan some time ago, holding a sword, and all the witch gods in Wushan dared not move.
Of course, he might also be his future master.
But he never thought that this old man would be so ordinary.
It cannot be said that he is ordinary. He is just an ordinary person who knows everything in the world. Even Dongyue and Nanyue, who are ranked as the main gods, have to show respect to him.
Over there, Confucius spoke.
"Han'an, why are you still standing there? Salute Daosheng!"
After hearing these words, Kong Hanan finally came to his senses.
They were both saints, so why did his adopted uncle prostrate himself before the Taoist Saint?
Confucianism is very strict about etiquette, so such a grand ceremony is already a bit humble and respectful.
Could it be that the Taoist saints are much stronger than the Confucian saints?
Will this person be my master in the future?
Then I can walk around freely in the Three Realms, right?
Kong Hanan was lost in thought and stunned for a moment.
The old man, or Daosheng, grinned at Kong Hanan.
"I like this young man, so there's no need for so much formality."
After saying that, the old man walked tremblingly towards Bald Hengshan.
Only then did Kong Hanan carefully notice that although the old man moved slowly, every step he took was mysterious.
Just a few steps away, he walked in a different way.
Kong Hanan couldn't quite explain how it was different; the feeling was mysterious.
If I had to describe it, it would be that the old man moved slowly, but very quickly. This seemed to be something that was incongruous, but it made a lot of sense to Kong Hanan.
"Brother Kong, this is the Taoist Bagua Step, which has the effect of shrinking the earth into an inch."
Meng Yu's voice transmission sounded at the right time, clearing up Kong Hanan's confusion.
"If you can comprehend this footwork, no one in the world can stop you. On this Hengshan Mountain, my teacher and the Emperor of Nanyue were secretly battling each other. I had to be very careful when I wanted to move, but the Taoist Saint used this footwork to make it look like nothing. You will understand how powerful this footwork is."
So strong! ?
Kong Hanan looked again and saw that Daosheng had already arrived in front of Hengshan.
"This sword is quite interesting. It has such a strong law of death. I'm afraid even that little guy Taishan can't master it..."
Kong Hanan's dagger fell into the hands of Daosheng.
In other words, the half-broken sword still remained in Hengshan's body. It was Kong Hanan's magical short sword, which fell into the hands of Daosheng.
The enhancements that the Emperor of Dongyue, the God of Wealth, and the Martial Saint added to the Xuanyuan Sword for Kong Han'an seemed to have no effect on the Taoist Saint, and the magical powers were easily extracted from him by the old man.
The old man looked at it carefully.
"Tsk tsk, there's a hint of the three-legged bird's aura, and a lot of Sima Ming's aura..."
The old man just held the sword and looked at it.
The entire top of Hengshan Mountain seemed to have been paused.
Mount Heng was still twisted strangely. Meng Yu stopped transmitting messages and prostrated himself on the ground with Confucius, extremely respectful.
If he couldn't move, if Kong Hanan couldn't feel the cold wind on the top of the mountain, he would have thought that he and the old man were the only living things in the world.
"There's actually the aura of a heavenly tribulation. Interesting, interesting."
After taking a look, the old man casually "inserted" the sword back into the Xuanyuan Sword that was about to collapse.
It was like sheathing a sword, or like casually throwing away an inconspicuous gadget.
"It's just that the method used was too crude."
"This sword has drunk the blood of rebellion, which is exactly like the punishment sent down from heaven. From now on, it and its way will be called heavenly punishment."
As the old man finished speaking, it was as if the power button on the top of the mountain was pressed.
Hengshan cried out in pain.
Kong Hanan felt his connection with the sword over there.
He even felt that everything was under control again...
With just a thought, he could reduce Hengshan to ashes.
Confucius stood up, looking very happy.
"Han An, why don't you thank the Taoist Saint for teaching you?"
Meng Yu also stood up, his face full of joy.
"Brother Kong, congratulations! You are being taught by the Dao Saint himself. You will be able to call yourself a disciple of the Dao Saint in the future."
Instead, the old man known as the Taoist Saint was standing there alone.
His eyes were slightly closed, as if he was... taking a nap?
Kong Hanan felt that his brain seemed to be insufficient.
Preaching? What preaching?
Why did my uncle rush to ask me to become the Taoist Saint's apprentice?
Didn't the Taoist Sage agree with the Great Emperor Dongyue to accept him as his disciple? Why didn't he just go along with it now? Instead, he closed his eyes and remained silent?
Why do I always feel like something is wrong?
What are these gods and saints up to?
While thinking, he did not for a moment have the idea of wiping out Hengshan.
Hengshan smiled.
"I wanted to plot against you, but I didn't expect it would be the Confucian Sage who came. I thought the Confucian Sage would be able to do it, but then Donor Kong ruined it. I thought that was it, but you know what a coincidence, in the end it was the Confucian Sage who used me to plot against you."
"Master Kong, my life is in your hands. You can kill me, but if you kill me, the fate of this will be borne by Daosheng."
Confucius sternly rebuked him, "Nonsense! Daosheng is my teacher, why would I plot against him? My teacher's cultivation is unparalleled. What kind of cause and effect, what kind of fate and destiny is involved in this world that he can't bear?"
Kong Hanan: ???
He was mentally prepared to be the knife in the hands of Confucius, but he didn't expect that Confucius would swing him towards the Taoist?
When you think about it carefully, it seems to be true.
Confucius and Meng Yu had been helping him, enabling him to attack Hengshan and hurt the main god.
But why didn't he lend a helping hand to Kong Hanan at the last moment, allowing Kong Hanan to use the "heavenly punishment" in his hand to completely wipe out Hengshan.
It even gave Hengshan a flaw, giving Hengshan a chance to counterattack.
And this flaw led to the emergence of the Taoist Saint.
In fact, it was because of the intervention of the Taoist Saint that Kong Hanan was able to fully display his own laws.
That "cheap uncle" and Brother Meng Yu were so eager to establish their master-disciple relationship with the Dao Saint. Could it be that this was because...
Let the Taoist tradition represented by the Taoist saints and the Buddhist sect represented by the Buddhists establish a cause and effect relationship?
It’s terrifying to think about it.
At this time, the dozing old man woke up.
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