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Chapter 367 Worship

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    "Tai Chi originated from gossip. If you can study the gossip carefully, how could the Tai Chi school not be as it is today?"

    Ye Xuan taught him a lesson in a stern tone.

    That posture looks like the ancestors are reprimanding the unworthy descendants.

    All the people around stared at Ye Xuan with staring eyes, as if they were looking at a stranger.

    Your sister, aren't you a student?  Can you position yourself?  You still have a preaching tone, you can really brag, who do you think you are?  Zhang Sanfeng, the founder of Taiji School!  !

    What is even more speechless is that,

    Do you know what Tai Chi School is?

    Haven't fallen yet?

    With a radius of thousands of miles, who doesn't know the prestige of Taiji School?

    Even His Majesty Tian Haiqian has to be polite to the Taiji School.

    The old gods of the Tai Chi sect are even more prestigious. How many rich and powerful people in the secular world have received the favor of the old gods, and how many people want to ask to see the old gods, it is as difficult as going to heaven!

    You actually said that people are in decline?  Really ignorant!

    "Ye Xuan, shut up and apologize to the Taoist priest." The Eighth Sage King couldn't help but sternly reprimanded him.

    The corner of Jiang Taishi's mouth curled up, and even his eyes were smiling, just looking at Ye Xuan with a smile, anyone could see the contempt in his eyes.

    "Is this guy in charge of being funny?"

    "I am artificial leather, he is real leather!"

    "I'll go, he actually taught the Tai Chi sect a lesson, and said that they are in decline, who does he think he is? Zhang Sanfeng, the founder of Tai Chi?"

    Gongsun Rongruo and Situ Haowen patted their foreheads and complained angrily!

    Why is Ye Xuan so jumpy?  Doesn't this obviously cause trouble!

    Lonely Shang Yin, Song Qiji, Ye Ziqing and other talented scholars who were ranked behind Ye Xuan looked at Ye Xuan a littleunbelievable?

    God!

    With this kid's IQ, how did he get a full score in the test?

    Is he teasing us?

    "Layman, let me tell you the trail one last time, the Holy Land of Fuxi Mausoleum, please be careful."

    Lu Tianyi couldn't bear it anymore, and walked up to Ye Xuan step by step, staring at him intently.

    His self-cultivation is very good, but it does not mean that Ye Xuan's presumptuousness can be tolerated.

    "Did I say something wrong?" Ye Xuan looked innocent.

    Lu Tianyi sneered:

    "Tai Chi is indeed derived from the Eight Diagrams, but my Tai Chi school has never declined! I have never stopped studying the Eight Diagrams."

    "Since the founder Zhang Sanfeng established the sect, it has been passed down for more than 700 years. It has always been one of the Big Dippers of Wulin Taishan, and it is also well-known in the magic world."

    "My grand uncle practiced Tai Chi Kung Fu internally and practiced Tai Chi Fist outside. He was powerful in martial arts at the age of thirty. I'm afraid your grandfather was not even born at that time"

    Lu Tianyi was aggressive, and when he was talking about passion, he suddenly shouted coldly: "Tianyiyou are too persistent."

    Lu Tianyi shuddered and immediately shut up.

    It was Zhang Peiran who stopped. At this moment, he was kneeling on the futon at the front of the altar, facing Fuxi Mausoleum, and his back was facing the crowd, but it seemed that he had eyes on his back, and he knew every move off the stage like the palm of his hand.

    "The little layman's unintentional words aroused your anger. Have you forgotten what I usually teach you?"

    "Cultivation is not for you to pursue unfathomable realms and explore theories that you don't understand, but to start with your own body and mind, observe and recognize your greed, anger, ignorance, and arrogance, establish correct views, and cultivate your vows.  A specific person and work hard.¡±

    "Practice is a word and deed. The words of the little layman have no lethality, but your heart is not calm."

    ?This speech does not contain a trace of fireworks, just like the rain hitting the eaves, the wind blowing the wheat waves, natural, delicate, moistening things silently.

    Immediately, Lu Tianyi lowered his head in shame: "Uncle Master, this disciple realizes his mistake."

    "Since I know I was wrong, I should apologize to the little layman soon."

    "Yes." Lu Tianyi faced Ye Xuan, bowed deeply, and said in a more modest voice, "Layman, it was the Xiaodao who collided rudely earlier."

    At this moment, everyone was completely convinced.

    "It's really worthy of being an expert in the world, this self-cultivation is absolutely perfect."

    "Some people are really shameless. If the old god didn't care about it, he might have been kicked out long ago."

    "Tsk tsk, this is the Tai Chi masterThe demeanor is really admirable!  "

    The students in the audience praised Ye Xuan one after another. At the same time, they looked down on Ye Xuan even more, and they couldn't help being sarcasm in their hearts. In their opinion, if the old god hadn't been well-trained, someone like Ye Xuan would have been beaten to death long ago.

    "Okay, everyone, come and pay homage to Fuxi Mausoleum."

    Having said that, Jiang Taishi took the lead and walked behind Zhang Peiran, kneeling on the futon.

    Immediately afterwards, the Eighth Prince, Jiangzhou Shu, Gongsun Rongruo, and Situ Haowen also knelt down.

    Later, students from all states knelt down one after another.

    Fuxi is the ancestor of China!

    All descendants of the Hua Kingdom must be respectful and devout when worshiping Fuxi Mausoleum.

    Everyone kowtowed and bowed down.

    After three prostrations, many people were stunned.

    Because there was one standing there straight without bending his knees.

    It was extremely eye-catching at the scene.

    It was Ye Xuan.

    This time, Jiang Taishi was furious, blowing his beard and staring at his eyes: "You bastard, you still don't kneel down in front of the ancestor of mankind!"

    No matter how much the Eight Sage Kings defended Ye Xuan, they now put on a straight face: "Ye Xuan, kneel down quickly."

    Xiao Chuqing was really in a hurry, and pulled Ye Xuan's clothes vigorously: "Ye Xuan, what are you doing? Kneel down quickly."

    "I don't kneel." Ye Xuan made it clear.

    "Why?" Xiao Chuqing looked like a ghost:

    "My Mr. Ye! I know you are very powerful, but this is the ancestor of mankind. You are disrespectful and you will be struck by lightning!"

    Xiao Chuqing stomped her feet angrily. She didn't see many people getting angry. Why doesn't this guy have any vision?

    Suddenly, she thought of the first time Ye Xuan accompanied them to Nanshan to worship Buddha. At that time, Ye Xuan refused to worship the gods, and the temple would collapse if he knelt down.

    Although it is very strange, the theory of immortals is too illusory. The mausoleum in front of you is Fuxi, one of the ancestors of mankind. He is an existence that everyone admires.

    If you don't pray, there will be public outrage.

    "Boy, you are going too far, this is the mausoleum of Emperor Fuxi!"

    "How dare you disrespect Emperor Fuxi, you will be arrested and sentenced!"

    "Back then, if there was no Emperor Fuxi, the human beings today don't know what it would be like!"

    "We are all descendants of Emperor Fuxi, how dare you deceive our master and destroy our ancestors!"

    "Disrespecting ancestors is a serious crime and should be punished!"

    At this moment, countless students stood up one after another, looking at Ye Xuan with righteous indignation.

    "Are you sure you must force me to worship?" Ye Xuan sneered as he looked at the group of people sideways.

    "Stop talking nonsense, kneel down immediately!" Everyone glared.

    This time, even the immortal Zhang Peiran turned his head and stared at Ye Xuan!

    This is no longer a matter of self-cultivation, but a matter of national justice.

    Ye Xuan felt helpless,

    Fuxi is your ancestor, that's right!

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