Sometimes it is a legacy, sometimes it is the fragrance of a gentleman in a room full of orchids, sometimes it is the destination of a Taoist saint, and sometimes it is related to Kong Hanan.
Confucius looked mysterious, and with his gray hair and beard, he looked like an old charlatan.
But no matter how magical it is, they will eventually reach that place, so Kong Hanan felt nothing.
However, the length of the journey was beyond Kong Hanan's expectations...
The Mohist ox cart was the last favor the young emperor gave to Confucius, but since it fell into Meng Yu's hands, given the familiar relationship between Meng Yu and the Mohist school, it was naturally maintained.
Kong Hanan knew the speed of the ox cart, and he couldn't help but start to wonder whether this place was in Middle-earth.
The carriage was closed, so there was no reason for Kong Hanan to look at the scenery outside. At such a high speed, who knew if there would be any accidents.
Confucius has lost the country's fortune and his talent. Now he is seriously ill. Please don't bother others.
While driving, Kong Hanan thought of the recent prayers from the human world and the reports from his ghost messengers.
"Uncle, what's going on with the little emperor?"
Kong Hanan is a time traveler after all, and he doesn't actually have a strong sense of belonging to Da Qi.
Respect the old emperor because his life was indeed legendary, and he also provided Kong Han with a stable living environment.
But the Second...
Respect is mutual. If the Second Emperor does not respect him, then there is no reason for him to respect the Second Emperor.
Kong Hanan is now a god, and he doesn't respect the guy on the throne. Kong Sheng can't say anything and can only sigh.
"Your Majesty, you are asking for trouble. You are too young and too impatient."
The little emperor was not actually deceived. He was protected by his father's burning concern for the well-being of all people, and all Buddhist thoughts had no place in his mind.
But he was swept up by Buddhism...
To put it simply, Buddhism is using the emperor to control the princes.
The little emperor had a very clever plan.
The old emperor spoke earnestly, and he listened to some of it...
He has no influence in the court, so it would be inappropriate for him to rashly make enemies with the wealthy and powerful.
The Daoist sect has lost its leader and is in decline...
If he tried to force Confucius to retire, it would inevitably lead to a counterattack from the Confucianists...
So, he began to support Buddhism.
As a result, he has now become the "Son of Heaven" whose orders cannot reach more than ten steps...
Kong Hanan listened to Kong Sheng's narration with a look of disgust on his face, like an old man on the subway.
Confucius was exhausted and said this quietly.
"It seems that there is collusion between Buddhism and Taoism. They originally wanted to destroy Da Qi, so it is not surprising that they later established the King of Chu."
"I wanted to do my last bit..."
Confucius gave a bitter smile.
"But our Confucian school is founded on loyalty and filial piety. If the king orders his subjects to die, how can he refuse..."
"I can only let him do as he pleases..."
After saying this, Confucius seemed to look even older.
Taoist Yuan was a cultivator at the Mahayana realm and the leader of the Taoist tradition, but he could be easily killed by Confucius.
If Confucius wanted to restore order, it would probably be as simple as flipping his hand...
But he didn't end up doing that.
Confucius could use public opinion to sway the Heavenly Court, but he could not escape the morality in his own heart.
"Brother Kong, are you busy? Come out and help!"
The ox cart stopped, and Meng Yu's voice sounded from outside the cart at the right time, interrupting the conversation between the uncle and nephew.
It seems that Meng Yu doesn't want his teacher to continue to be sad.
Kong Hanan bowed respectfully to take his leave.
No matter what, Confucius deserves Kong Hanan's respect.
Confucius waved his hand, indicating that he could do as he pleased.
When you push open the car door and step out, what comes into view is a lush green grassland that is boundless and seems to be connected with the sky.
"Brother Kong, this way, you should be able to break through the space barrier now, right?!"
Meng Yu's voice sounded from behind.
Kong Hanan was stunned.
Do you really want him to help?
Turning around, Kong Hanan was stunned again...
Unlike the grassland I saw when I got out of the car, what came into view were rugged rocks, as if a mountain range had been split into countless pieces and scattered into large and small shapes.
Brother Meng, how do you drive the car so steadily?
Kong Hanan jumped off the ox cart and walked to the back. As he walked, he vaguely discovered the pattern of the strange rocks.
Although the strange rocks are scattered irregularly on the grassland, they form a faint circle among themselves.
Moreover, it is an extremely regular circle.
It looked very much like the Stonehenge left by aliens that Kong Hanan had seen on the Internet in his previous life.
But the difference is that in the center of the stone formation, there is not a raised hill, but a lake.
There are also rocks scattered in the lake, with occasional sharp corners exposed above the water, but most of them are suspended in the water, as if the lake water has an extremely high density.
When Kong Hanan opened his Yin-Yang eyes, he discovered something different.
The reason why the stones in the lake float is not because it is a saltwater lake, but because there is a spatial barrier in the lake.
The stones are not ordinary stones. There are some scattered Kunlun jades in each stone, which shine brightly in Kong Hanan's Yin-Yang eyes.
Compared with the strange rocks outside the lake, the Kunlun jade in the lake also shows a unique pattern in the chaos, and forms three majestic ancient characters in a staggered manner.
"There is a bear mausoleum."
Meng Yu's voice sounded from the side.
There are bears...
Kong Hanan was slightly stunned.
In his previous life, there was a legend in the inheritance of the Flower-Growing Family, so much so that the people of the Flower-Growing Family all claimed that they were descendants of the Yanhuang bloodline.
Some people call him Ji Xuanyuan, while others call him Huangdi, but as time goes by, many people have forgotten that Huangdi's tribe was once called "Youxiong clan".
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