Chapter 290

Under the strength of Zhang Dongyun's hands, the clam shell can no longer be closed.

There is also a pearl inside.

The Pearl appeared, and the pearls twinkled, which immediately made people look like a new layer of fog, and the scene and things became unreal again.

As soon as Li Jie and the snake meteorite were in spirits, their eyes immediately recovered.

Lin Ying's recovery should be slower.

As soon as Li Jie patted him on the shoulder, he immediately woke up, but he was secretly alert.

He has companions who can wake him up immediately.

But if the other party has a companion, just took the opportunity to attack, he may be hit on the spot.

Under the operation of Zhang Dongyun's earth seal, his mind is clear and bright.

He looked at the giant clam in front of him: "do you want to continue to do it?"

The clam meat shakes for a while, and gradually changes, showing a woman's figure.

Mirage demon to Zhang Dongyun a salute: "I have no intention to be the enemy with you, but to protect myself."

"The Ninth level demon king, even if only self-protection, can also take a lot of people's lives."

Zhang Dongyun said casually, and at the same time his hands closed to the middle.

The mirage was re sealed in the shell.

Zhang Dongyun picked up the huge clam shell and handed it to Li Jie.

While Li Jie took over, the snake meteorite on the other side, together with Lin Ying, held up the huge Dark Jade on the sea floor.

Xuanyu is heavy and extremely huge, that is, the snake meteorite has been built into the body of the demon emperor, otherwise it is impossible to take such a large piece of Xuanyu away completely.

When they returned to Chang'an, Zhang Dongyun pretended to give the mirage demon to Mr. Wu Yun, who projected his own shadow, and was temporarily imprisoned in the Tianxun hall.

After discovering that the other side is a mirage demon, Zhang Dongyun has an idea in his mind.

After aokong leaves the pass, you can talk to him.

As for the sea bottom Xuan jade, it is naturally dedicated to the city Lord.

…… Well, well, it's just left hand to right hand.

The sea floor Xuan jade is extremely huge, but compared with the mountain god rock, the turquoise crystal and other ore veins, the amount is still a little smaller.

Of course, this thing is extremely rare, and it can be regarded as an outlier to be able to produce such a large piece.

However, compared with the mountain god rock, the quantity is a little rare, so it should be planned.

First of all, it is natural to make sure that he can become emperor Wu in the shortest time.

Then, consider continuing to award meritorious people in the city.

In the Daming Palace, the whole piece of sea bottom Xuan jade appears in the hall where Zhang Dongyun takes his daily rest.

Although the space inside the hall seems limited, it is still very broad without the feeling of being shrunken and jammed into the huge submarine jade like a hill.

Zhang Dongyun came to the black jade, then stretched out a palm and pressed it on the surface of the jade.

On the other side of his body, there is a mountain god rock.

So Zhang Dongyun put his other hand on the mountain god rock.

Next, I saw the black jade and the surface of the mountain god rock on one side, all of which were shining slowly.

Zhang Dongyun, however, is more and more concise and pure.

Gradually, his cultivation began to produce a certain degree of qualitative change.

On the surface of the black jade, there is a cold air gushing out, and then Zhang Dongyun breathes it into his body, and then exhales slowly.

The whole hall was slowly shrouded in clouds.

In the next few days, Zhang Dongyun focused on his own training while he focused on his own construction tasks.

With the efforts of a large number of Confucian practitioners and even more ordinary scholars, the illiteracy rate in Chang'an city is declining.

More and more ordinary people began to learn to read.

As a result, some seemingly insignificant but actually far-reaching changes have taken place in their lives.

After practicing, Zhang Dongyun sits in the Daming Palace and looks at the whole invincible city. He nods happily.

He suddenly thought of something, so his eyes once again swept to the location of Tingshan Academy.

This time, he has lost sight of Li Jun.

At the heart moving place, the whereabouts of young scholars are shown in Zhang Dongyun's eyes.

Sure enough, Li Jun responded to the call of Chang'an City, left the academy and came to the countryside to set up a private school of his own to teach and educate people.

He is a Confucian practitioner of the fourth realm. Although his lectures are not as effective as great Confucians, they are also effective.

All the people who listened to him were absorbed in it.

The teaching effect is quite good.

Mr. Li's name has spread all over the country.

After almost staying in one place and teaching most of the local people to read and read, Li Jun said goodbye to them and went to the next village.

Every time he left, some children were reluctant to part with him. Some adults also expressed their gratitude to Mr. Li for his virtue and sent him all the way out of the village, even to his next destination.At the same time, Li Jun sorted out his knowledge.

One day, when he said goodbye to his fellow villagers, walking in the field, suddenly there was thunder on his head.

Li Jun standing in the mountains, looking up at the sky, thunder clouds, from time to time there are flashes of electric light, his heart suddenly has the mood to gush out.

His literary talent suddenly soared into the sky. Although he was only a light bunch, his brilliance was lasting.

At the next moment, he felt that his literary talent was precipitated in himself, and finally gathered together to form his own literary courage.

Li Jun had a big drink, and his voice was like thunder in the sky. It was full of masculine force and awed ghosts, gods and demons.

He took a step, stepped steadily in the air, and then continued to move forward, step by step to the sky.

At his feet, his literary talent was condensed and turned into green clouds.

It is the fifth state of Confucian practice and the realm of literary courage.

Li Jun's teaching and learning, the heart has a sense, break through their own bottleneck, the realm of Confucian cultivation suddenly rose.

He stood in the middle of the air, a little lost in his mind for a moment.

After staying for a while, he turned around and worshipped three times in the direction of Ting mountain:

"Dad, I must inherit your character and will."

After the three visits, the green clouds at Li Jun's feet dissipated, and he landed again. Then he walked forward with his feet firmly on the ground and continued his journey.

In the Daming Palace, Zhang Dongyun looks at this scene quietly and nods slightly.

He continued to scan the city.

After watching for a moment, the city Lord Zhang's eyes suddenly changed slightly.

Therefore, in Tang Dynasty, the junction of Yangning county and Yinning county was a big river, named Ninghe.

The south of Ninghe river is Yangning County, and the north of Ninghe river is Yinning county.

At the moment, the Ninghe river is rising, and the river suddenly overflows and breaks down the dykes. It seems that the villages near the river will be submerged.

When someone in the village saw him, he immediately called for warning and told everyone to leave.

But the speed of the flood was so fast that the villagers had no time to flee.

Zhang Dongyun looked at this scene and didn't make a move because he saw someone else passing by.

These two people, will certainly help, will not sit back and ignore.

Sure enough, a little man rushed out, and the Golden Buddha light surged forward to block the flood.

The light of Buddha spread and changed quickly into a tree of bodhi trees, like a forest, blocking the flood.

People in the village were surprised to see this.

After a close look, we found that the rescuer was a young monk who looked only about ten years old.

The little guy's Bodhi forest blocks the flood, diverts the flood to other directions, and temporarily avoids the village behind the Bodhi forest.

At this time, another man came down from the sky.

When he closed his palms and the light of Buddha surged, he even called the gap of the collapsed dam to close again.

When the villagers looked at it again, the second man looked very young, only sixteen or seven years old.

Everyone was surprised and thought it was the immortal Buddha of rejuvenation.

It was Huiming and the two young monks of yongse.

After calming down the disaster caused by the flood, they did not intend to stay any longer. They just nodded to the villagers and then turned away.

At this time, a villager exclaimed, "thank you two masters!"

Yongse smell speech, turn head to smile to wave to them.

But at this time, someone cried, "what do you know? They must have been sent by the Lord of Chang'an to rescue us. The Lord of Chang'an is God!"

After that, the man knelt down on the ground and prayed to God: "thank the Lord of Chang'an for sending monks to the earth to save the suffering."

Forever color Leng Leng.

In the Daming Palace, Zhang Dongyun was also stunned.

He suddenly felt the scene familiar.

Remember a previous life on the blue star, he helped a person.

Instead of thanking him, they thank the gods.

Someone nearby reminded you that this young man helped you, but the other party replied:

this young man was sent by God.

Zhang Dongyun how also did not expect, oneself one day, under the buttocks sits the position, actually changes this appearance.

He admitted that in such a background of the world, he led the people in Chang'an to engage in personal worship of the whole city Lord of Chang'an. In a sense, he was creating gods.

It seems that the appearance of this scene is not so unexpected?

I'm afraid it has happened many times before today.

In Daming Palace, Zhang Dongyun frowns slightly.

The villagers in the village looked at the man, and they were all flustered, and many of them hurriedly followed him.

There are a few people who are not sure.

A man asked in a low voice, "I heard that monks worship Buddha's ancestors..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted: "Buddha is also in charge of Chang'an city!"

When villagers quarreled in the distance, young monk yongse touched his bald head and looked at monk Xiang Huiming: "elder martial brother, the one we saved, the one saved by the Lord of Chang'an, or the one saved by the Buddha?"Huiming looked peaceful and touched each other's small bald head: "it doesn't matter who saves people. What matters is that people are saved."

Yongse blinked and blinked, some vaguely understood, and finally nodded: "what elder martial brother said is that I didn't think about anything else just now. I just wanted to stop the flood and save people. Other things are really not important."

Monk Huiming nodded with a smile.

He looked at the villagers who were still arguing and said, "it was the Lord of Chang'an who sent us."

The villagers on the other side immediately unified their opinions and paid homage to the heaven to thank the Lord of Chang'an for his rescue.

Young monk yongse shook his head and said, "elder martial brother, if you say that, they will not quarrel, but can we still see the truth and distinguish ourselves?"

"It may be more important for them to have a harmonious neighborhood and a happy life than the truth."

Monk Huiming sighed: "the more places I go, the more I feel that people's true selves are different."

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