Chapter 682

Shangqingzong.

The elder is gloomy and follows Kunze.

He needs Kunze to give him a reasonable explanation. If the explanation can't convince him, he doesn't mind organizing the Presbyterian Council and re electing the patriarch!

The responsibility of a patriarch is to ensure the interests of the clan and carry it forward.

Now such a big thing has happened. The saint has been taken away and the disciples of the clan have been killed. If this matter is not handled properly, what is the majesty of the clan leader? Where do they put their face? What would the disciples think?

Kunze didn't look good either.

Along the way, the disciples of the sect looked at him with strange eyes. Instead of fear, worship and admiration, they were more confused, contemptuous and angry

Kunze knew that his prestige would be greatly reduced by doing so. Kunze also struggled to make such a decision.

However, for this loss of dignity, the hope of saving the clan is the most important.

If he can really restore the glory of a thousand years ago, the loss now is nothing at all.

So Kunze is very firm.

The elder saw Kunze take him to the temple all the time. He couldn't help asking, "what do you want to do in the temple?"

"I'll show you something." Kunze said in a deep voice.

The elder was full of doubts, but he followed Kunze down.

Walk up the stairs to the temple square.

There are still various colored silks and petals pulled down from the ceremony, and the soul stage stands alone in the square, which is particularly incongruous.

Kunze took a look at the stage and sighed.

He now thinks that maybe they were wrong at first.

A real person can do infinite things, but a person who is controlled by the spirit, like a puppet, how much can he achieve?

Kunze can't help but think of the things recorded in the historical records of zongmen. The former zongmen also found the blood of Huofeng, but they didn't achieve much, and they didn't condense into a golden elixir. Their life was mediocre.

In front of the temple are two rows of strong stone pillars, each with 12 on the left and right. The lines on them are simple and mysterious, and they are even more exquisite. It's a pity that the stone pillars have been broken, but the original outline can still be seen from the broken stone pillars.

Kunze stopped and looked at the position in the center of the stone pillar, looking sad. "At the beginning, my master was sitting here."

The elder's face moved. Thinking of master Kunze, when he was the leader, he couldn't help looking sad.

"In fact, we are the saddest." Kunze said slowly.

The elder looks at Kunze's back and feels that Kunze seems to be wrong.

"As a Chinese, but failed to stop the decline of China, when we appear again, China has begun to rise. How can the icing on the cake compare with sending charcoal in the snow? At the most difficult time for the Chinese nation, we are trapped on this mountain and can do nothing. When the outside world tells us that development is becoming more and more prosperous, we are trapped in the mountains and can't see the prosperous world. Because we have mastered the power that ordinary people don't have, and have the energy that can frighten everything, we feel that we are extraordinarily powerful, superior and invincible. But I don't know that it is precisely because of this power and this pursuit that we live a miserable life in the eyes of others. " Kunze murmured, regardless of whether the elder was listening.

Big elder brow lock, don't understand Kun Ze why say such words.

Kunze continued: "you know, there is a new word in the outside world, which is called" otaku ", which means that those men who stay at home all day, live in their own world and are not willing to communicate with the outside world also have" otaku ", I think we are very similar to them. At least... In the way of life. We are also trapped in this mountain, unable to go out, unable to lift the outside world. Perhaps, in the eyes of others, we are just a group of people living in their own spiritual world. We yearn for practice, the supreme power and the temptation of eternal life. However, we are forever trapped in the golden elixir period. Without the golden elixir, we can never be called a monk. We can only be regarded as a beginner. But I, a little monk in the period of Bigu, became the leader of the sect of shangqingzong, which has the ancient inheritance. Don't you think it's ridiculous? "

"Kunze!" The elder said in a deep voice: "I don't know why you have this idea, but what I want to tell you is that we are the only people in the world who control the truth. This means that we have to bear more hope, hope is also pain, we must carry the pain forward. Even everything we have today has been won by our ancestors. We should inherit their will, revive shangqingzong and repeat the glory of a thousand years ago! "

Kunze shook his head. "The truth may not be in our hands. When we fight today, our inner disciples are all innate strength, but what can we do in front of guns? Flesh and blood can't stop bullets! If you look at the development of science and technology, we can't fly in the sky, but they have made all kinds of tools that can make people fly! We can't leave our planet, but they have landed on the moon, and they have solved the puzzle for thousands of years. There is no Moon Palace on the moon, let alone Chang'e! Perhaps, the way of practice has already been eliminated, and now is the era of science and technology! "

"Kunze!" The elder yelled angrily, pointed at Kunze and scolded: "do you know what you're talking about? You are the leader of Shangqing sect. You should lead the whole sect forward. If even you think so, what about our disciples? "

"So!" Kunze's eyes were firm. "That's why I want to do it. I'm not afraid of being misunderstood, you know? The hope of zongmen is not only Ye Xin, but also Yang Chen! "

The elder frowned and looked at Kunze suspiciously, "what are you talking about?"

Kunze said with a smile, "come with me!"

Kunze takes the elder into the temple.

The temple was badly damaged. The vines were twining. Dripping water could not stop dripping from above.

After walking for a while, Kunze takes the elder to a secret room.

"I found this in the temple by accident. Look at this." Kunze took a small scroll of sheepskin and handed it to the elder.

The elder opened it and said in surprise, "this is Xiaozhuan."

You know, Xiaozhuan was implemented in the Qin Dynasty. If it's left over from that period, it's amazing.

Fortunately, the elder loves calligraphy and knows how to recognize Xiaozhuan.

Seeing the words above, the elder's face changed, "this... This..."

"If I guess correctly, Yang Chen should be..." Kunze whispered to the elder. When he finally said it, only the elder could hear it.

After hearing these two words, the elder's face suddenly changed and looked at Kunze in surprise.

"If so..." the elder murmured.

Kunze stared at the elder and said, "I think you should understand my purpose?"

The elder's eyes twinkled and nodded slowly.