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    What he didn't know was that the eyes of the Panhuang statue behind him moved slightly, as if he was thinking about something, and then the other hand also covered the scholar, but the scholar was unaware of it and was completely selfless, and as the scholar moved  With the sound of chanting, the whole temple was surrounded by that awe-inspiring sound.

    At this time, several people in several places in the imperial capital were watching, as if they wanted to observe something. It was obviously due to the awe-inspiring aura, but under the thunderstorm, they did not dare to come in person.

    The raindrops touched the awe-inspiring aura and turned into mist and disappeared. The scholar's clothes also began to dry. After an unknown period of time, the heavy rain began to stop. After the rain, a rainbow appeared and the sun shone brightly. The scholar also escaped from that state.  , but the Panhuang's big hand has long since returned, and only the other hand is left to cover the scholar.

    "Well!" But when the scholar came back to his senses, he discovered something, because he saw that most of the surrounding area was wet and stagnant. Only when he sat down, the ground next to him was dry. When his eyes fell, the scholar's body was dry.  The awe-inspiring aura soared into the sky, seeming to overwhelm everything else.

    "Thank you, Panhuang Supreme, for your protection. This disciple will remember your kindness." The scholar kowtowed again. He obviously thought that Panhuang appeared and shielded himself from the wind and rain.

    "It's ridiculous that the world laments that the Supreme Being is ineffective, but they don't know that the Supreme Way is simple!" The scholar shook his head and sighed. He felt that what the world cares about is the present, and does not look at the long term. The world has always believed that Panhuang has never appeared except for opening the sky.  Yes, so I no longer offer incense to Panhuang.

    ?????????? But the world doesn¡¯t know, how can Panhuang reveal his spirit after his body dies in Kaitian? Even his life is on the line?  He is a gift of creation to the world, but the world only looks at what is in front of him, respecting the great emperor and the holy king, but never respects the Supreme Panhuang.

    "What a great book. Scholar, you recite it so attentively. Is it possible that there is a golden house in the book, or there is a face like jade in the book?" Suddenly a voice came.

    The scholar couldn't help but was stunned and looked around, but he could only hear his voice but not see his person. However, the scholar was not in a hurry, as if he was not afraid of ghosts and gods, and said majesticly: "Who is this god, teasing me, the scholar?"

    In the eyes of mortals, monks are naturally among the gods, and it is no secret. However, no matter which gods they meet, they always have an attitude of awe, but this scholar is completely different. Not only is he not afraid, but he has no respect at all.  , obviously very disdainful of the gods and immortals.

    "Oh, little scholar, you are so brave. Since you know that I am a god, why don't you kneel down? Why are you disrespectful?" The voice came again.

    "Alchemists' Taoist methods are all small skills. There are thousands of methods in the book, and there are saints' ways in the book. I respect the saints and the three emperors of creation because of their contribution to creation and education. What merits do you have for me to respect?  ?" The scholar spoke plausibly and was not afraid.

    "Aren't you afraid that I will beat you to ashes in my anger?" The voice came again.

    "Afraid! Why not be afraid!" The scholar said, "But I am even more afraid of losing my pure heart. Between the great fear and the small fear, I choose the greater fear. Although I cannot imitate the saints and sacrifice their lives for righteousness, my pure heart will last forever.  What¡¯s the difference between being afraid and not being afraid?¡± (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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