Saint Woodcutter accepted his bow calmly and said, "I don't take in many disciples. In the past, I only taught the princes and crown princes so there's no need for them to acknowledge me as their master. Therefore, my official disciples are only you and your big senior brother. Compared to your big senior brother, you are clearly a little inexperienced. You indeed have to learn properly. I'm not teaching you bad things, I'm just teaching you not to suffer losses. "
Qin Mu blinked his eyes. He didn't look like Sacred Teacher and instead looked like the elders of Disabled Elderly Village.
"Sacred Teacher, what's a saint?" Qin Mu asked.
"A saint is a kind of frame of mind."
They came to the bottom of God Execution Stage and Saint Woodcutter examined the divine mountain. He said neither too fast nor too slow, "I once told your big senior brother that there are three ways to become a saint. Establishing a word, establishing a cult, establishing merit, and establishing a saint. Once these three ways are established, the frame of mind will reach a high realm. Purely in terms of frame of mind, no one will be able to defeat you. The saint has said that only with words can one establish a cult, enlighten all living things, impart knowledge, clear doubts, break through thorns, and open up a smooth path. "
Qin Mu was stunned and cried out, "Establishing a cult? Isn't establishing Heavenly Saint Cult to impart knowledge? "
Saint Woodcutter shook his head and said, "It's not establishing a cult, it's establishing a cult. Establishing a cult is establishing a sect, and that's too shallow. Establishing a sect means that there will be conflicts between sects, and with conflicts between sects, there will be conflicts over words. Establishing a word doesn't exist anymore. Wouldn't that be destroying one's foundation? Therefore, when you say you are the cult master of Heavenly Saint Cult, I know your big senior brother's path is most likely wrong. "
Qin Mu's mind was blown, and he suddenly remembered the past Heavenly Saint Cult Masters who were staying in Fengdu. He couldn't help imagining their tear-filled faces.
They were proud of their identity as Heavenly Saint Cult Master, but they didn't know that everything was wrong with Saint Woodcutter.
Saint Woodcutter walked along the divine mountain and grabbed huge rocks from time to time. They were melted by his magic power and transformed into stone pillars that were covered in markings. They were stabbed into the foot of the divine mountain in a marvelous formation.
"Establishing a cult is establishing a cult. How to establish a cult? Open up education, develop academies, spread talents, do practical work, research Dao, skills and divine arts for the daily use of the common people. "
He spoke softly as he refined the Teleportation Stone Pillar. At the same time, he said to Qin Mu, "When the country is weak, the reform must be strong to strengthen the country."
His forging technique wasn't as brilliant as Mute's, but it was still extremely fast. He turned the runes of teleportation divine arts into imprints and imprinted them on the stone pillars.
"When the people are weak, impart the Dao to benefit the people and strengthen them."
"If the soldiers are weak, then reform their weapons to strengthen them."
"If the ruler is muddle-headed, I will remonstrate with him. I will state the severity of the matter and advise the ruler to change. If the monarch does not change, we will remonstrate with him. If he still does not change, we will appoint a new monarch. "
"Since there is no Dao in the heavens, there is a reform to change the laws of the heavens to conform to the world. If the heavens do not change, then we will use reform to seek for a change in Dao. If they do not change, then we will attack the heavens to establish Dao. "
…
As he spoke, he had unknowingly walked more than half of the foot of the mountain.
Qin Mu listened attentively and memorized everything. When Saint Woodcutter finished talking about his ideals, Qin Mu suddenly said, "Sacred Teacher, the requirements of this saint are too high. I think back to all the people I have met and heard of, but no one can meet the requirements of the saint. Can you do all of this yourself? "
Saint Woodcutter stopped, and the mountain rocks in midair melted to form stone pillars.
Saint Woodcutter didn't move, and the markings on the stone pillars also stopped transforming.
Qin Mu felt uneasy and blamed himself for being talkative. He raised his head to take a look and saw the face of this middle-aged man dressed as a woodcutter unknowingly filled with tears.
"I once thought I could do it."
Saint Woodcutter's voice was slightly hoarse and sorrowful. "I thought I could become a saint, and other people also called me a saint. I thought I could establish a cult, reform to strengthen the country, strengthen Founding Emperor Empire, change the current situation of the people being weak, let the people have vast divine arts, change the soldiers being weak, let the soldiers have the power to stand in the four borders and intimidate the barbarians. I thought I could make the ruler not muddle-headed, make the heavens not without Dao, I thought I could establish meritorious service to defeat corruption … In the last three points, I failed … "
Thump.
The stone pillar that wasn't refined fell to the ground and stabbed into the soil. Saint Woodcutter's right arm was on the pillar, and his head was buried in the crook of his elbow. Tears flowed down his face, and he didn't let Qin Mu see his loss of composure.
"I failed, I couldn't stop Founding Emperor from going to Carefree Village, I made the ruler muddle-headed. I failed, I thought I could reform the path and change the Dao of Heaven, yet the heavens wiped out Founding Emperor Empire and buried Founding Emperor Era. I failed, and I couldn't establish meritorious service in that final battle …
"I failed … Qin Mu, I'm not the saint you are looking for, and I can't teach you. I'm just a failure …"
…
Qin Mu looked at him in a daze, and a feeling of empathy brewed in his chest.
When Woodcutter's reform was at its most intense, Founding Emperor suddenly retreated and built Carefree Village. He didn't fight with his back to the wall, and because of that, Woodcutter's will was dispirited.
He looked at Founding Emperor's retreat and the Founding Emperor Era that he had painstakingly built turning into ashes. He looked at his comrades who had fought for the same idea and died. He looked at their heads being chopped off and their hot blood spraying on the familiar ground. He looked at his comrades who had raised their heads in anticipation for Founding Emperor to descend once again and lead them into battle growing old and dying. He looked at the people of that era dying generation after generation, and the new replacing the familiar faces.
The frustration and pain in his heart was unimaginable by others.
Qin Mu suddenly shouted, "Sacred Teacher, can you impart your path to the saint to me?"
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