Chapter 612

The woodcutter saint was frankly worshipped by him and said, "I don't have many disciples. I used to teach the crown prince. The crown prince doesn't have to worship me as a teacher, so my formal disciples are only you and your eldest brother. Compared with your eldest brother, you look a little green, and you really need to study hard. I'm not teaching you to learn bad, but just teaching you not to suffer."

Qin Mu blinked. Some of them didn't look like holy masters, but rather like the old people in the disabled old village.

"Master, what is a saint?" Qin Mu asked.

"Sage is a state of mind."

When they came to the beheading platform, the woodcutter Saint looked at the holy mountain and said calmly, "I once told your eldest martial brother that there are three levels of becoming a saint, namely, speaking, teaching, meritorious service, and becoming a saint. If these three levels are achieved, the state of mind will reach a high level. Simply speaking from the state of mind, no one can be invincible. Only when the saint has words, can he establish enlightenment, educate all living beings, preach, teach, dispel doubts, break through thorns, and open a smooth path."

Qin Mu was stunned, and lost his voice. "Establish enlightenment? Didn't he create the mission of heavenly saints?"

The woodcutter Saint shook his head and said, "it's not teaching, it's teaching. Teaching is to create a sect. It's too shallow. If you create a sect, there will be sectarian disputes, sectarian disputes, language disputes, and words will not exist. Isn't it bad for your foundation? Therefore, if you say you are the leader of Tiansheng sect, I know that your eldest martial brother's way is mostly wrong."

Qin Mu's brain roared, and suddenly remembered those successive heavenly saints who stayed in Fengdu, and unconsciously imagined their tears.

They are proud of themselves as the leader of the holy sect, but they don't know that they are all wrong here in the woodcutter.

The woodcutter Saint walked along the holy mountain and grabbed boulders from time to time. The boulders were directly melted by his magic power and turned into stone pillars full of raised patterns, which were inserted at the foot of the holy mountain in a wonderful array.

"To establish education is to establish education. How to establish education? Open education, develop colleges, broaden talents, do practical things, study Taoism and magic powers, and use them for the daily use of the people."

He whispered softly, while refining the transmission stone pillars, and said to Qin Mu, "if the country is weak, reform and strengthen it to strengthen it."

His refining technique is no better than that of a mute, but it is also extremely fast, marking the rune culture that transmits magical powers on stone pillars.

"If the people are weak, preach and benefit the people to strengthen them."

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

"If you are confused, you will admonish him once, make a strong statement, and persuade him to change it. If you don't change, admonish him twice, and then don't change again, on the contrary, establish a new king."

"If there is no way in the sky, then change the law to conform to the world. If there is no change in the sky, then change the road by changing the law. If there is no change again, cut down the sky and establish the road."

……

He talked carefully, and unconsciously he had walked most of the way along the foot of the mountain.

Qin Mu listened attentively and remembered it. When the woodcutter Saint finished his idea, Qin Mu suddenly said, "Saint teacher, this saint's requirements are too high. I recall carefully all the people I met and heard, and no one can meet the requirements of the saint. Can you do this by yourself?"

The woodcutter Saint stopped, and the rocks in the air melted and were forming stone pillars.

The woodcutter Saint did not move, and the patterns on the stone pillars also stopped evolving.

Qin Mu was nervous and complained about his mouth. He quietly looked up and saw that the middle-aged man dressed as a woodcutter was unconsciously in tears.

"I thought I could do it."

The woodcutter saint's voice is a little hoarse, Dejected: "I thought I could be a saint, and others also called me a saint. I thought I could educate, reform and strengthen, expand and open the Empire, change the current situation of the weak people, make the people have vast magical powers, change the weak soldiers, and make the soldiers have the power to establish four borders to frighten the barbarians. I thought I could make the monarch not fatuous, make the heaven not without Tao, and think I could make meritorious contributions and defeat corruption... The last three points, I lost..."

Dong.

The stone pillar that had not been refined fell to the ground and was inserted in the soil. The woodcutter Saint put his right arm on the pillar and his head was buried in his elbow. Tears ran down his face, and Qin Mu did not see his gaffe.

"I was defeated. I couldn't stop kaihuang from going to Wuyou township. I was dazed by you. I was defeated. I thought I could change my ways to change the way of heaven. However, heaven destroyed the kaihuang Kingdom and buried the kaihuang era. I was defeated, and I failed to make contributions in the last battle..."

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

……

Qin Mu stared at him with a feeling of empathy brewing in his chest.

When the woodcutter's reform was in full swing, the kaihuang suddenly retreated and established the worry free township. There was no battle behind his back, so the woodcutter was depressed.

He watched the retreat of kaihuang, the collapse of the kaihuang era, the death of his comrades in arms fighting for the same idea, the cutting off of their heads and the spraying of their blood on the familiar earth, the aging and death of those comrades in arms who were waiting for kaihuang to return and lead them to fight again, and the extinction of the people of that era from generation to generation, The new man replaced the familiar face.

The frustration and pain in his heart are unimaginable to others.

Qin Mu suddenly shouted, "saint, can you pass on your saint's way to me?"

The woodcutter Saint wiped away his old tears with his elbow sleeve and turned to him. Qin Mu said excitedly, "I want to inherit your mantle, continue to walk, continue to change, if you are confused, you will attack you, and if there is no Tao, you will attack the sky!"

The woodcutter Saint looked indifferent, shook his head and said, "you can't."

Qin Mu's warm blood was poured into his heart, clenched his fist, and angrily said, "why can't I? The elder martial brother's understanding ability and understanding ability are a little poor. I'm not so stupid to understand Lijiao into Litian Shengjiao!"

The woodcutter Saint shook his head and said: "Your eldest martial brother is a little stupid, a little stupid, but you are not much better. You are easy to be enthusiastic and do things recklessly. Although sometimes very cunning, you have no concentration. You are jumpy and feel very fresh about everything. You want to study it very much. Although you have Chengfu, Chengfu is not deep enough. Although you have faith, your faith is not stable enough, and your heart is not strong enough to change. You are not the material to be a saint, At least, you are not enough now. "

Qin Mu shouted, "I can change, I can learn!"

"I can't wait."

The woodcutter smiled genially, his voice softened, and said, "good apprentice, I really can't wait that long."

Qin Mu was stunned.

The woodcutter Saint continued to refine this stone pillar and walked forward.

Qin Mu followed him silently and watched him refine the transmission pillars one by one.

After a long time, the woodcutter Saint finally finished the layout, glanced at Qin Mu, who was a little depressed, and said with a smile, "don't be sad. If I hadn't known you well, I would really think your Taoist heart is so bad like the black tiger guy. Let's go up the mountain."

The depression on Qin Mu's face disappeared, and then he returned to the peak of this beheading platform.

The woodcutter Saint urges the transmission array, and the stone pillars shine brightly one by one. The rune imprinted on the stone pillars shines brightly, shining the rune imprint in midair, turning into strange and magnificent text pattern symbols.

These symbols are connected in midair, whistling and rotating, and the rotation speed is faster and faster!

Even if there is a woodcutter like him, if he wants to move this beheading platform, he needs to turn his transmission magic into an array first. Only by using the power of the array can he transmit the beheading platform!

In the roar of the light, the chopping platform roared up and flew away along the light!

Qin Mu stood on the holy mountain and looked back. He saw that the strange star was getting farther and farther away, and soon disappeared in his sight.

Surrounded by the boundless dark starry sky, desolate and desolate, occasionally you can see tiny and incomparable stars.

Qin Mu suddenly said, "master, I think there is a person who has better qualifications and savvy than me, and meets your conditions. I want to introduce him to you."

The woodcutter saint was slightly stunned and smiled, "OK. But you don't need to call me a saint anymore. Call me a teacher."

"Teacher."

The flood of light shines down from the cave in the sky of luofutian and shines on the ground in front of an altar in luofutian.

The ground suddenly appeared in the light of the light flow, many complex Rune marks, constantly changing, and then the light flow disappeared, and the huge and magnificent beheading platform suddenly appeared!

The woodcutter went down and chopped the Shentai. The axe behind him flew up and split a door to taihuangtian: "bring him to see me."

Qin Mu bowed: "yes, teacher."

Taihuangtian, leave the city.

The national division of Yankang and a group of scholars from the academies of Yankang are designing spiritual soldiers to attack the city and large-scale battles. Qin Mu came up to the national division of Yankang and said, "national division, woodcutter Saint wants to see you."

Yankang master's body was shocked, and he looked up at him, surprised and delighted.

When the two came to luofutian, master Yankang raised his head and looked at the tall and towering altar, on which a middle-aged man dressed as a woodcutter was standing.

The master of Yankang was so excited that he adjusted his clothes that he wanted to go to the altar to ask for an audience. Suddenly, the voice of the woodcutter saint on the altar was as loud as a bell: "master of Yankang, I have three questions. Answer these three questions, you can go to the altar to see me! You go to the altar!"

Master Yankang went up the stone steps and reached a third. Suddenly, the voice of the woodcutter Saint came down: "first, ask your original heart! Answer!"

The master of Yankang stopped and said in a loud voice, "establish your heart for heaven and earth, establish your life for the living people, inherit your unique knowledge for the holy world, open peace for all ages, and set your mind for me!"

On the top of the altar, the woodcutter saint was silent for a moment and said, "climb the altar."

The master of Yankang continued to climb up. When he came to two-thirds, the voice of the woodcutter Saint came down again: "second, ask your heart! Answer!"

Yankang national master stopped, full of spirit and meaningful, elated: "the original heart does not change, the Tao heart is always solid!"

"Go to the altar!"

The master of Yankang continued to climb and was about to reach the top of the altar. The woodcutter sage inquired and asked, "third, do you know that you will die and be disgraced because of this, so that future generations will forget you and even hate you? This career and this road may not only destroy your life, but also destroy your reputation and make you nameless in the future."

"I know."

Master Yankang bowed down: "be willing to do it, be ashamed of it, and have no regrets."

The woodcutter Saint smiled, "I teach countless people, but only two disciples are accepted. However, neither of them has got my mantle and my true biography, but blossoms outside the door. Come up."

Master Yankang ascended the last stage, came to the top of the altar, and faced the woodcutter saint.

When——

After the woodcutter saint, the axe fell to the ground and was inserted on the ground. The woodcutter sat on the back of the axe with a golden dagger and his hands on his knees: "you can worship the master."

The national master Yankang lifted up his green shirt, knelt down and said in a deep voice, "Jiangling scholars, meet the teacher!"

Qin Mu looked up at the top of the altar and wet his cheeks with tears. He witnessed the inheritance of saints across the two eras of kaihuang and Yankang.

The burden of saints is handed over from one era to the shoulders of people in the next.

There was no soul stirring scene, no emotional words, but he was moved to tears.