Tales of Herding Gods

The widowed saint was calmly worshipped by him. He said: "I don't have many disciples. I used to teach the emperor's prince. The prince of the emperor doesn't have to worship me. So my official disciple, only you and your master. Only. Compared with your master brother, you are a bit green, you really have to study hard. I am not teaching you to learn bad, but teaching you not to suffer."

Qin Mu's eyes are not quite like the holy teacher, but they are like the old people in the old village.

"What is the saint, saint?" Qin Mu asked.

"The saint is a state of mind."

They came to this sacred platform, and the widowed sage looked at this mountain of God, and did not blame: "I once told you that the masters have three sanctifications, sanctified and established merits, and sanctified. These three are made, The state of mind will reach a high level. From the point of view of the mind, no one can be enemies. The saints have words, and there are words that can be educated, educate all beings, preach the profession to solve problems, break the thorns, and open the way."

Qin Mu smashed the shackles and lost his voice: "Isn't the establishment of the sacred religion?"

The widowed saint shook his head and said: "It is not a religion, it is a religion. It is a martial art. It is too shallow. If you create a martial art, there will be a dispute between the sects. If there is a dispute between the sects, there will be a dispute of words, and the words will not exist. Isn't it bad for your own roots? So, you said that you are the lord of the heavenly religion, and I know that your master's path is mostly wrong."

Qin Mu’s brain roared and suddenly remembered the sacred priests who had stayed in the hustle and bustle of the dynasties. I could not imagine the situation of their tears.

They are proud and proud of the identity of the sacred lord, but they are all wrong in the coward.

The widowed saint walked along this mountain of God, grabbing a block of boulder from time to time, and the boulder was directly melted by his mana, turning into a stone pillar with a raised pattern, inserted in the foothills of this mountain with a wonderful battle. .

"Professional education is the establishment of education. How to establish education? Open education, develop colleges, broad talents, do practical things, and study the magical powers of the law, for the daily use of the people."

He whispered softly, while smelting the stone pillars, while he went to Qin Mudao: "The country is weak, then the law is strong, to strengthen its country."

His refining technique is not more sophisticated than dumb, but it is also extremely swift, and it will imprint the magical culture of the magical power, imprinted on a stone pillar.

"If the people are weak, they will preach the people and the people to strengthen their people."

"If the soldiers are weak, they will reform their weapons to strengthen their soldiers."

"If you are fainting, you will be guilty, and you will make a statement. You should persuade the monarch to change it. If you don't change it, you will not change it, and you will not change it.

"If there is no way in heaven, then change the law and change the law to the world. If the sky does not change, then change the law to change the way, and then do not change, and cut the heavens."

......

He said in detail, unconsciously, he has walked mostly along the foot of the mountain.

Qin Mu listened carefully to remember, until the widowed saints finished their ideas, Qin Mu suddenly said: "The sage, this saint's requirements are too high, I carefully recall all the people I have heard and heard, no one Able to meet the requirements of the saint. Can you do it yourself?"

The widowed sage stopped, and the rock in the midair melted, forming a stone pillar.

The widowed sage did not move, and the pattern on the stone pillars ceased to evolve.

Qin Muzhen was uneasy, and some complained that he had a mouthful. He quietly looked up and saw that the middle-aged man in this widower costume burst into tears.

“I used to think I could do it.”

The widow’s voice is a little hoarse and dejected: “I thought I could be a saint, and others called me as a saint. I thought that I could be educated, reformed, and opened the emperor, changing the status quo of the people and making the people Supernatural powers, change the martial arts, let the soldiers have four kingdoms and shock the barbarians. I thought that I could make the king not faint, let the sky not be indifferent, and thought that he could make meritorious deeds and defeat the decay... The last three points, I lost Up..."

Boom.

The stone pillar that had not yet been refinished was inserted in the soil. The right arm of the widowed sage was placed on the pillar, and the head was buried in the elbow. The tears flowed, and Qin Mu did not see his gaffe.

"I lost. I didn't stop the Emperor from going to Wushou Township. I let Jun faint. I lost. I thought I could change the way to change the heavens. But Heaven will open the imperial country and ruin it." Emperor era. I lost, and in the last battle I failed to make meritorious deeds..."

"I lost... Qin Mu, I am not the saint you are looking for, I can't teach you, I am just a loser..."

......

Qin Muzhen looked at him, and there was a feeling of empathy in his chest.

When the coward's reforms were the most intense, the Emperor suddenly retired and established a worry-free township. There was no backwater, so the coward would be depressed.

He watched the retreat of the Emperor, and looked at the hard work to establish the era of the Emperor, and watched the comrades die for the same idea, watching their heads being cut down, and the blood was sprayed on the familiar land. Looking at those comrades who are eagerly awaiting the re-entry of the emperor and re-leading them to fight, they are old and die. They watched the people of the era disappeared from generation to generation, and the newcomers replaced the familiar faces.

The frustrations and pains in his heart are beyond the imagination of others.

Qin Mu suddenly said loudly: "Sacred teacher, can you pass on your saints to me?"

The widowed saint wiped the old tears with the elbow's sleeves and turned to look at him. Qin Mu said with excitement: "I want to inherit your clothes, continue to go on, continue to change, stunned and slashed, and there is no way to cut the sky!"

The widowed sage was indifferent and shook his head: "You can't."

Qin Mu’s blood was poured into a cool heart, clenched his fists, and angered: “How can I not? The ability of the master’s comprehension ability is a little poor, and the teachings have realized the sacred religion, I am not so stupid!”

The widowed sage shook his head and said: "Your master is stupid, stupid, but you are not good. You are easy to get **** and bury yourself, although sometimes it is very embarrassing, but there is no concentration. Your temper is jumping off. I feel very fresh about everything. I really want to study. Although you have a city, the city is not deep enough. Although you have faith, but your beliefs are not stable enough, your heart is not yet strong enough to the mountains and rivers, and your heart is not changed. You It is not the material of the saint, the lowest, now you are not enough."

Qin Mu loudly: "I can change, I can learn!"

"I can't wait."

The coward showed a smile and a soft voice, and said: "Good, I can't wait that long."

Qin Muyu is a god.

The widowed saint continued to refine this stone pillar and walked forward.

Qin Mu followed him silently, watching him refine a root transfer column.

After a long time, the widower sage was finally arranged, and he was stunned by some frustrated Qin Mu. He smiled and said: "You don't have to cry and sorrow. If I don't know you, I will really be like the black tiger guy. I think your heart is bad. To this extent. Let's go, let's go up the mountain."

The frustration on Qin Mu’s face disappeared, and he followed him back to the summit of this sacred platform.

The widowed saint urging the transmission array method, a stone pillar shines, the runes imprinted in the stone pillars shine, and the rune imprint shines in the air, turning into a strange and magnificent text pattern symbol.

These symbols are connected in mid-air, roaring and rotating, and the speed is getting faster and faster!

Even if there is such a coward, if you want to move this sacred platform, you need to turn your own supernatural power into a squad, and you can transfer it to the sacred platform!

In the roar of the ray of light, the sacred platform screams and flies along the light!

Qin Mu stood on this mountain of God and looked back. He saw that the alien star was getting farther and farther and soon disappeared into his sight.

Around, it is the endless dark starry sky, desolate and lonely, and occasionally you can see tiny stars.

Qin Mu suddenly said: "The Holy Teacher, I think that one person has better qualifications than me, and it is in line with your conditions. I want to introduce him to see you."

The widowed sage glimpsed a little, and Yan Yan smiled and said, "Okay. But you don't have to call me a holy teacher anymore. I call my teacher."

"teacher."

The torrent of light slammed into the sky from Luofutian and shone on the ground in front of an altar in Luofutian.

The ground suddenly appeared in the light of the flow of many complex incomparable rune imprints, constantly changing, and then the flow of light disappeared, the huge grand 斩 Shentai suddenly appeared!

The coward walked down the platform, and the big axe behind it flew up and opened a portal to the Emperor: "You bring him to see me."

Qin Muzhen: "Yes, teacher."

Taihuangtian, away from the city.

Yankang Guoshi and a group of scholars from Yankang’s various colleges were designing the spirits to attack the city and the large-scale battle. Qin Mu came and said to Yankang Guo: “Guo Shi, the widow’s saint wants to see you. ""

Yan Kang Guo Shi’s body shocked and looked up to him, and was surprised and happy.

The two came to Luofutian, Yankang Guoshi looked up and looked at the altar of Gaodayu. On the altar, a middle-aged man in a widower costume was standing there.

Yankang Guoshi’s heart was stirring, and after finishing the whole shirt, he had to go to the altar to ask for it. Suddenly, the voice of the coward’s saint, Hong Liang’s bell, came: “Yankang’s national teacher, I have three questions, answer these three questions, you can go to the altar. Come see me! You are on the altar!"

Yankang Guoshi took the stone steps and walked to the third, and suddenly the voice of the widowed saint passed down: "The first question is your heart! Answer!"

Yankang Guoshi stopped and sang: "Being a heart for the world, for the sake of the people, for the sake of the sacred school, for the world to open peace, for my heart!"

On the top of the altar, the widowed saint was silent for a moment, saying: "Go to the altar."

Yankang Guoshi continued to climb upwards, and when he came to two-thirds, the voice of the widowed saint passed again: "The second question is your heart! Answer!"

Yankang Guoshi stopped, Fengshen Yongyong, and the spirit of flying: "The beginning of the heart does not change, the heart is always solid!"

"God!"

Yankang Guoshi continued to climb and was about to come to the top of the altar. The widowed saint asked: "The third question, you know that you will die because of this, so you will be defeated, so will the world forget you or even hate you? This business, this article Road, not only may destroy your life, but also ruin your reputation, so that you will be unknown in the future."

"know."

Yankang Guoshi said: "I am willing to do it, I am worthy of my heart, no regrets."

The widowed sage smiled: "I teach countless people, but only two disciples, but the two disciples have never gotten my clothes, but I have blossomed outside. You come up."

Yankang Guoshi climbed to the last stage and came to the top of the altar to face the widow's saint.

when--

The widowed saint fell behind the big axe and fell to the ground. The chopping woodman was sitting on the back of the axe, with a golden knife and his hands on his knees: "You can apprentice."

Yankang Guoshi picked up the green shirt and bowed down. Shen Sheng said: "Jiangling Shizi, meet the teacher!"

Qin Mu looked up at the top of the altar and didn't feel the tears wet his cheeks. He witnessed the inheritance of the saints across the two eras of Kaihuang and Yankang.

The burden of the saints is from one era to the shoulders of the people of the next age.

There was no thrilling scene, no feelings of swaying feelings, but he was moved to tears.