Although the Confucian sage and the Taoist sage had a master-disciple relationship, that was the friendship between the two sages and had nothing to do with their disciples.
In this world of great contention, the Taoist saint has lived for more than a hundred years and is very old. It is hard to say when he will have to overcome the heavenly tribulation and go to the immortal world.
The Confucian sage was strong and healthy, and he was also the prime minister and the prince's tutor.
One sect is declining, while another school of thought is rising, and the contradiction between the two is obvious.
In the past, we relied on the Taoist monks to protect us. Every time we encountered strange things, we had to pay a lot and had to rely on others' opinions.
Now that Jiange County had its own Huangquan Division, Wang Dong felt proud.
Facing Wang Dong's aggressiveness, Yang Jian still smiled calmly.
"I have not been with the Daoist sect for many days. I just received the inspector's seal from you. This matter has nothing to do with me.
"He's my deputy, and the county magistrate didn't think twice? This young man is acting too rashly."
Wang Dong shook his head and smiled, "Young people should be aggressive and have a strong hatred for evil. That's great."
He heard that Yang Lin, the darling of the Yang family, was seriously injured and disfigured by Kong Han'an. After hearing Yang Jian's words, he became even more determined to respect Kong Han'an in the future. He put down the teacup in his hand and asked.
"Wouldn't Inspector Yang go and lend a hand to your deputy envoy?"
Yang Jian smiled but said nothing.
If Kong Hanan could tell that they were a group of little ghost cultivators, how could he not tell?
He probably knew Kong Hanan's strength, so he was very relieved.
It's just a good opportunity to pretend and add another code to the minds of Confucians.
Looking at Lu Liang outside the window, Yang Jian shook his head.
The Vajra monks of the Songshan lineage are still so brainless.
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