The Myth Of Confucianism And Taoism Is The Holy

Chapter 42 Poems become eight grades, the power of “Ask the Buddha”!

“Originally, the incense money was not offered!!”

In the mountains and forests, the sonorous voice exploded in the void.

Buzzing!

Suddenly, the void vibrated violently, as if it could not bear these sonorous questions, and it would shatter at any time.

Click! !

At the same time, in the void, cracks appeared on the Buddha’s shadow sitting horizontally, like cracked ceramics.

“The name of this poem is: “Ask the Buddha”!”

At this time, Bu Huan’s voice also rang immediately.

boom! !

In an instant, the Buddha’s shadow exploded, and the sentient beings turned into a boundless sea of ​​blood, charged with soaring resentment and rushed towards the night.

Buzzing…

At the same moment, the rhyme of Taoist Confucianism sounded like a bell in the morning and a drum in the evening.

One, two, three…

After eight straight beeps, the Confucian rhyme stopped.

Immediately afterwards, the vast and vast cultural spirits descended from the horizon, blooming with vast white light, and directly directed towards the extraordinary.

These eight mighty writings are as thick and thin as the seven writings that descended from the sky because of “Zhong Kui Killing the Spiritual Picture”.

“The first poem?! Eight-rank hymn?! This… how is this possible?!”

At this time, staring at the Eight Dao Wen Qi descending from the sky, Master Pushan’s pupils shrank sharply, his eyes were round and his expression was as if he had seen spirits, he was shocked and frightened, and his face was full of disbelief, shaking his head and shouting in surprise.

If a poem is to be included in the product and evolve thousands of mysterious changes, the most important thing is not the sentence or rhyme of the poem itself, but whether it can be recognized by the ‘Tai Xue Dao’ in the dark.

Only with the recognition of the “Tao Xue Dao”, the poems can be completely converted into a poem.

And once the content or artistic conception of poetry involves the great teachers of the heavens or the strong above the Sage level, if you want to be recognized by the “Tai Xue Dao” and become a poem, the probability is much lower than that of the general content of the poem. Too much, it can be said that it is less than one in a billion.

Throughout the birth of Confucianism, for hundreds of millions of years, there are only a few poems involving the great religions of the heavens or those above the Sage level. Among them, the only ones made by Confucianism against the “Catholicism” outside the territory ‘Ping Tian Poetry’ is the strongest.

However, even the “Pingtian Poems” written by Kong Sheng is nothing but the sixth rank poem, the pinnacle of immortality.

Therefore, all the creatures in this world, whether Buddhism, Taoism, demons, etc., even including all Confucianism, everyone agrees that once the content or artistic conception of a poem is related to the heavens or the Sage level or above The strong, even if they can be recognized by the “Tai Xue Dao” and become a poetry, they will definitely not be able to surpass the fairy product and reach the sacred product level!

This is already a deep-rooted common understanding!

However, now, an eight-class hymn for Buddhism, one of the great religions of the heavens, was actually born in front of him!

For a while, Master Pushan only felt his head buzzing, and his heart was full of shock and disbelief. He was in a daze, and was a little lost.

boom! !

At this moment, another invisible force suddenly fell on him.

This is an extremely mysterious power with a mysterious and inexplicable rule. As soon as it fell on him, Master Pushan found that his Cultivation Base in the Earth Immortals realm had instantly fallen into a Realm.

“what?!”

Immediately, Grand Master Pu Shan was taken aback, returned to God, and quickly subconsciously confirmed his own situation.

When the mind moved, the Magic power swept away, and in the blink of an eye, Master Pushan confirmed the situation.

He was really knocked down a Realm!

“Is this the mystery of “Ask the Buddha”?! I was able to knock down a big Realm from my Cultivation Base?!!!”

For a moment, Master Pushan looked gray and frightened and angry, and his eyes were full of resentment and stared at Bu Huanjing.

After thousands of years of hard work, he had the Cultivation Base, the pinnacle of Earth Immortals.

Now, it was directly knocked down a big Realm, from the peak of Earth Immortals to the Cultivation Base, which was only the peak of the 30th Sixth Stage.

How can this make him not angry, how not hate it? !

At the moment, Master Pushan can’t wait to directly tear Bu Feihua in half!

“My Cultivation Base… Why is my Cultivation Base gone?!”

At the same moment, Fayun also fell on an invisible force, instantly cutting his body from the Cultivation Base, allowing him to fall from a strong man in the Earth Immortals realm to a mortal.

Suddenly, after losing his entire body Cultivation Base, Fa Yuandang collapsed to the ground weakly, his face full of horror and horror!

“What happened?!”

Liu Yanchang on the side looked at Fayun and Pushan with a dumbfounded expression.

Because, he did not experience the horror of the invisible force knocking down Realm and cutting off the Cultivation Base like Master Fayun and Pushan.

Master Pushan glanced at Liu Yanchang and found that he was not affected. Immediately, a glimmer of clarity flashed in his resentful eyes.

It seems that the mystery of this poem is only aimed at people in Buddhism, and only those in Buddhism will be knocked down or cut off. Cultivation Base Realm!

In this way, if this poem is circulated, wouldn’t people in Buddhism be subject to Confucianism in the future? !

As soon as his thoughts turned, Master Pushan’s eyes were filled with cruel and stern look: “No…Never let this poem spread…No, this person can’t stay either!!!”

boom!

Suddenly, the murderous intent in Master Pushan’s eyes was great. Immediately, his hands were joined together, and a golden silk appeared between his hands, floating in the void between the golden light blooming.

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