Chapter 120 Da Xia's First Saint

"...Some even say that King Yu's Dragon-Shaped Three-Three Style of the Dings, the peacock's Five-Colored Divine Light, and the Confucian master's legacy of the Grand Righteous River are all related to him!

"It's even rumored that he was the mastermind behind that earth-shattering battle."

Zeng San looked at An Qisheng, his words filled with inquiry: "This old man has no intention of knowing where you obtained the Five-Colored Divine Light, Daoist, but I want to know if there are any records of that 'Great Xia Forefather Saint' in your inheritance..."

The Confucian school's emphasis on history and humanity far exceeds that of any other sect, and as the current leader of the Confucian school, he is naturally no exception.

However, among the tens of thousands of years of accumulated collections of the Confucian school, there is a unique lack of records from before the establishment of the Great Zhou Dynasty to the establishment of the Great Xia Dynasty.

The records about that period of time are mostly 'legends,' 'rumors,' or even the figments of later generations' imaginations and fabrications.

For example, there was a rumor.

It said that a Daoist came from beyond the heavens and nurtured the Great Xia Holy King 'Yu,' the 'Number One Demon of All Ages' Kong, and the seven great saints of the demon race.

Even the Confucian master once sought guidance from his disciples.

Zeng San initially disbelieved such exaggerated and almost distorted rumors, but in the process of pursuing that period of time for many years, he became somewhat shaken.

Because, in many ancient sites and ruins of previous dynasties, he could clearly feel that in that buried period of time,

There must have been an existence beyond imagination.

Otherwise, he couldn't understand how the human race and the demon race, who regarded each other as great enemies in that era of ten thousand races fighting, could stand together.

"Great Xia Forefather Saint..."

An Qisheng lightly tapped the stone table, muttering to himself.

Lacking the necessary information, he had no way to explore the 'Great Xia Forefather Saint' in Zeng San's mouth, but faintly, he felt that that person must be related to him.

A ripple arose in his heart, and he couldn't help but recall the scenes he had seen through the great demon beneath the earth a few months ago.

Could that so-called 'Great Xia Forefather Saint' be his primordial spirit incarnation?

At the thought of this, a great sense of heaviness arose in his heart.

Because he clearly remembered.

That seven-colored small tree that fell from the sky swept away the giant roaring with an axe, the great demon wielding a staff to shake the sky, the Bull Demon overturning Mount Sumeru,

And that untamed peacock with wings spread in five colors...

If that Great Xia Forefather Saint was really his primordial spirit incarnation, then, without a doubt, he had already suffered a crushing defeat.

And if that Great Xia Forefather Saint wasn't...

"Daoist?"

Seeing An Qisheng pondering for a long time without speaking, Zeng San shook his head slightly: "If it's too difficult, this old man isn't one to get to the bottom of things."

"It's not that."

An Qisheng held the wine glass, shook his head, and asked in return: "The Confucian school's collection room is world-renowned, but I wonder if there are any detailed records about that 'peacock'?"

"That peacock is famous throughout the world for its Five-Colored Divine Light, which is unbreakable, and is the king of the ten great supernatural powers below the Saint, on par with our Confucian school's 'Grand Righteous River'..."

Later, as that peacock was defeated by the old Buddha on Mount Sumeru's 'Seven Treasures Mystical Art,' the Five-Colored Divine Light slowly disappeared between heaven and earth, and the peacock clan no longer possessed this king of supernatural powers."

Zeng San sighed: "Generations of Confucian disciples have been searching for that period of time, but unfortunately, they have gained little, and even few know the name of that peacock..."

Speaking to this point, Zeng San paused slightly, his face becoming extremely unsightly.

There was one sentence he didn't say.

That is, not only did he not know the name of that peacock, but he didn't even know the true name of the Confucian master who passed down the Confucian lineage!

This is the shame of him, and of the entire Confucian school.

The Confucian school has been searching bitterly for tens of thousands of years, and there is no reason why this is not one of the reasons.

The Confucian school greatly abhors 'forgetting one's ancestors,' but they themselves don't even know the names of their ancestors!

"That period of time seems to be unknown to anyone."

An Qisheng was not surprised by this result. Even Sa Wuling's communication across time and space was distorted and falsified, so the Confucian school would not have too detailed information.

"Perhaps that's really the case."

Zeng San sighed, calmed his heart, and no longer entangled with this topic, but instead said:

"Daoist is carrying the Five-Colored Divine Light, perhaps, there will be trouble. The name of the king of the ten great supernatural powers below the Saint is too great."

Throughout history, how many experts and supernatural powers have been born from the myriad races and spirits, as numerous as the sands of the Ganges River.

The Five-Colored Divine Light suppresses countless supernatural powers and is listed as the king of the ten great supernatural powers below the Saint, so naturally there will be covetousness, and this is unavoidable.

Just like the Confucian school, how many disciples over the tens of thousands of years have made it their lifelong pursuit to retrieve the 'Grand Righteous River'?

The appearance of the Five-Colored Divine Light will inevitably cause waves.

"The Buddhist school and the demon race?"

An Qisheng naturally knew this, but he didn't care much about it.

Compared to the person behind the scenes, the trouble that the Five-Colored Divine Light might cause is simply not worth mentioning.

"The Five-Colored Divine Light is of great importance, not only the Buddhist school, but the demon race may also take action."

Zeng San glanced at the restless mountains that had not yet calmed down, and shook his head slightly:

"Although in the ancient years, the demon realm was knocked down to the dust and became the 'animal path,' a centipede dies but never falls, and there are bound to be a few old monsters."

"The demon realm was knocked down to become the 'animal path'?"

An Qisheng's eyes flickered slightly, and he thought of that cross-border demon king again.

It seemed that the demon race was much more miserable than he had imagined.

But that's right, if it wasn't really miserable, how could a great demon king risk crossing the border?

"Daoist seems to be interested in ancient history?"

Zeng San flipped his hand and took out a roll of yellowed booklets and handed it to An Qisheng: "This is the 'History' compiled by my ancestor on the basis of the classics searched by my Confucian school for many years, and later supplemented by many disciples. Although it lacks the Great Xia Dynasty, there are records of the upper and lower epochs..."

"Thank you, old sir."

An Qisheng accepted the ancient scroll and thanked him sincerely.

Compiling history is by no means an easy task, whether it is in Xuanxing, or in Jiufujie, and it is especially difficult in this world of Earthly Immortals.

In a world where one can extract the years to compile history, the difficulty is conceivable.

"My ancestor compiled history, and it should have been passed on to the world, but unfortunately..." Zeng San poured himself a drink and let An Qisheng look through the scrolls, his thoughts drifting.

Behind this thin ancient scroll are the countless disciples of the Confucian school who have traveled the world, seeking secrets and mysteries for tens of thousands of years.

It is extremely precious.

Unfortunately, it is absolutely impossible to publish it to the world.

There are some things that even today's Confucian school cannot overcome.

"Good stuff!"

As soon as An Qisheng opened the scroll, he heard the voice of the Three-Hearted Blue Spirit Child in his ear.

This little fellow is extremely sensitive to information. Through An Qisheng's eyes, he recorded all the information in this ancient scroll as soon as possible.

An Qisheng, however, slowly looked through the scrolls, seeming to be reading very carefully, but deep in his eyes, a brand was slowly condensing.

This is the will left on this ancient scroll. With this, An Qisheng can glimpse the scene of the Confucian ancestor writing this scroll.

However, he was not in a hurry to check it.

"Much has been gained."

After the brand was condensed, An Qisheng returned the scroll to Zeng San, expressing his thanks.

"Daoist Hong saved this old man this time. How can a mere ancient scroll repay your kindness? Daoist said earlier that you have a request, but I don't know if there is anything this old man can help with?"

Zeng San put away the ancient scroll and said solemnly: "As long as this old man can do it, I will definitely not disappoint Daoist."

"Then thank you, old sir, for your fulfillment."

An Qisheng picked up the wine glass and directly stated his purpose: "I heard that the Confucian school has a 'collection room' containing ancient and modern books..."

"Hmm?"

Zeng San frowned almost imperceptibly, then relaxed: "Since the 'Saint' and the 'King' separated, the collection room was also divided into two. But I don't know which one Daoist wants to see?"

This request seems simple, but it is not easy.

No matter which sect or faction it is, the sect's library is an absolute forbidden area. Although he is the head of the Confucian school, the Confucian school has three veins.

Although he has a very high status, his influence in the other two veins may not be enough to make them open the collection room.

"What's the difference?" An Qisheng put down his wine glass.

"One governs the world, and the other focuses on cultivation."

Zeng San replied.

An Qisheng naturally understood what Zeng San meant, and had no intention of taking advantage of his kindness or deliberately forcing him. He just smiled and said, "Although Confucianism is good, it is not my way. The former is more in line with my heart."

"In that case, there is naturally no problem."

Zeng San breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. He raised his hand and drank the wine in his glass, then shook the empty wine pot, and then stood up and smiled:

"The wine is empty, and it's time for people to leave! Does Daoist want to go with this old man now?"

"There's no need to rush."

An Qisheng got up to see him off, but just shook his head when he heard the words: "There are still some things to pack up, and after a few days, I will trouble the old sir again."

"In that case, Zeng is waiting for Daoist to come!"

Zeng San waved his sleeves, and between the fluttering of his voice, he took a step and landed on the Yuanxiang embroidered carriage.

An Qisheng stopped and looked into the distance.

But he only heard the old Confucian call out and called Lin Baimei to pull the cart again.

The latter was stunned at first, then overjoyed, and hurriedly chased after him in the air, carrying the reins on his back, and stepped into the air.

In a few moments, he had gone far away.

.......

Hoo hoo~

Between the rolling clouds, the chariot went east, its speed was extremely fast, and even birds could hardly catch up.

Lin Baimei, who had been pointed out, was even more willing than before, and also forgot about assisting Wang Xuangan in chasing the murderer.

"Master, you, you knew that, that Daoist before?"

The jade-like little white elephant lay on its back on Zeng San's palm folded in front of his dantian, looking up at Zeng San, his tone a little weak:

"His physique is so powerful!"

"Do I need you to tell me?"

Zeng San turned his palm over and covered the little white elephant between his hands: "Sleep, if you really hurt the origin, then you really won't be able to make up for it."

"Wuwu~"

The little white elephant wanted to say something, but it had already fallen asleep irresistibly.

"Hongxuan Daoist..."

Feeling the gaze behind him dissipate, Zeng San took a deep breath, slowly closed his eyes, and the sigh that came out was extinguished, and no one could hear it:

"It's only been 50,000 years..."

.......

Old Buddha of Sumeru...Great Xia Forefather Saint...

Five-Colored Divine Light...

Seven Treasures Mystical Tree...

On the top of the mountain where the setting sun was gradually falling, in the cold wind with a slight chill, An Qisheng sat cross-legged, cutting off the complicated thoughts in his heart.

His divine will moved slightly, and in his heart, the brand of that ancient scroll was already shining brightly.

Buzz~