Confucius watched as the Confucians and Legalists fought fiercely. Then, he rushed to Hua Xia University. Li Kui and the others followed.
However, some of the Wanjie Lou visitors looked at some of the Confucian and Legalist grandmasters on the screen with complicated feelings.
They did not know how to face the famous people in their hearts.
Before entering Wanjie Lou, people like Yue Buqun had respected and revered Mencius, Shang Yang, and Han Feizi of the hundred schools of thought.
However, after entering Wanjie Lou, it was easier to gain respect from others due to one's strength.
However, people like Confucius, Laozi, and Guigu 'zi were not very strong.
Compared to people like Yue Buqun, who had entered early, there was still a gap.
This made them feel very conflicted about the attitudes of the hundred schools of thought.
At this moment, Monk Yuan Zhen felt very uneasy. Behind him were more than twenty Shaolin Temple monks. However, they were all young monks.
He deliberately avoided some of the older monks.
The young monks were easy to trick, but the older monks were not cunning. They were very shrewd, so Monk Yuan Zhen was not confident of convincing them.
The young monks who could travel to the myriad realms all had extraordinary identities.
They were either the personal disciples of some Shaolin Temple First Seat or the abbot of the Shaolin Temple.
The more ordinary and weak the Shaolin Temple disciples were, the more profound their backgrounds were.
"That's them. I'll go reason with them." Monk Yuan Zhen had a solemn expression as he casually pointed at the few Confucian disciples fighting.
The other Shaolin Temple monks had expressions of approval. Venerable Yuan Zhen was truly an accomplished monk.
Even after being beaten up to such a state, he could still be lenient.
However, the Shaolin Temple monks were already enraged by Yuan Zhen's bewitchment. They did not hesitate to charge into the fighting crowd and attack the Confucian disciples.
The few young monks had just entered the battle zone when they were beaten up badly.
Being bald was too obvious. There was no need to worry about hitting the wrong people.
Furthermore, the disciples of the Hundred Clans did not think much of the monks of the Shaolin Temple, and even faintly rejected them.
Monk Yuan Zhen showed grief and indignation as he charged into the battlefield. However, he was overjoyed in his heart.
Now that the Legalist grandmaster went to complain, it was likely that none of the eminent monks of the Shaolin Temple would believe him.
The monk Yuan Zhen did not change hands at all, looking like he was trying to reform the Confucian and Legalist disciples.
When the other hesitant little monks saw the miserable state of Yuan Zhen and Little Monk Yuan Zhen, they also charged into the battle zone.
The Confucians and Legalists were still holding back in their fight.
The reason for that was because the relationship between the two of them had already become one with the passage of time.
The ones who fought the fiercest were the direct disciples of Mencius and Xunzi.
However, things would be different if the monks of Shaolin Temple joined.
Neither the supporters of the theory of good nature nor the theory of evil nature knew which side the Shaolin Temple supported.
As for the young monks of the Shaolin Temple, they did not see clearly who Yuan Zhen was referring to.
Seeing that someone was attacking them, the young monks fought back.
In the end, both the supporters of the theory of good nature and the theory of evil nature all attacked the monks beside them.
Soon, the young monks were beaten black and blue. Some of their faces even had shoe prints on them.
Some of the monks watching through the big screen immediately became enraged.
"Isn't the one with his front teeth the abbot's favorite disciple?"
"Isn't the one with three shoe prints on his face the nephew of the Dharma Hall's first seat?"
"Isn't the one with bruises all over his head the son of the Monastic Discipline Hall's first seat before he became a monk?"
… …
One by one, the eminent monks of the Shaolin Temple rushed toward Hua Xia University.
Both the abbot and the first seat were people with actual authority in the Shaolin Temple.
If they discovered that they did not save them, they would probably have a hard time in the future.
Confucius, who was rushing toward Hua Xia University, looked very anxious. This was no longer an internal conflict of the Confucians.
Now, the Legalists and the Buddhists, two powerful factions, were fighting with the Confucians.
Coupled with the internal conflict of the Confucians, Confucius felt a headache coming on.
"Daoxin, the Fourth Patriarch of the Buddhists, is being beaten!"
Zhou Yang stood in the crowd outside with a playful look on his face.
Other than attacking the other side of the debate, the disciples of the Confucians and the Legalists would also attack any bald person they saw.
Daoxin, the Fourth Patriarch, was not tall and had a common face, so he wanted to go and stop the fight.
However, a disciple of the Confucians who was beaten up by a Buddhist disciple saw a bald person in front of him in a daze. He pressed down on Daoxin's bald head and started beating him up.
Seeing Daoxin being beaten up so miserably, some monks who were confident in their Dharma could no longer stay calm and rushed into the crowd.
"Everyone, please calm down. We can talk things over. No matter what your views are, we should seek common ground and put aside our differences …" Confucius was panting. He stopped outside the room and let out a sigh of relief.
Luckily, the situation was still under control.
However, before he could finish his words, he was pressed down by two monks of the Shaolin Temple.
Damn! Damn! Damn! … …
Some disciples of the Confucians found that Confucius was pressed down by the monks of the Shaolin Temple and immediately got angry.
Abbot Xuan Ci walked out of the supermarket with a smile on his face and a few crystal jade Buddha statues in his arms. They could be taken as the most precious treasures of the Shaolin Temple.
Bam!
Several disciples of the Confucians pounced on Abbot Xuan Ci silently and pressed him down.
As an important figure of the Shaolin Temple, the monk who was sweeping the floor was chased by dozens of disciples of the Confucians.
Relying on his powerful lightness skill, the monk finally got rid of all the disciples of the Confucians.
Zhuang Zi and Yuan Tiangang were enjoying a cup of Pu 'er tea and watching the continuous battle between the Confucians, the Legalists, and the Shaolin Temple on the screen.
"How exciting!" Yuan Tiangang tried to hold back his laughter, especially when he saw Confucius being pressed down by several monks of the Shaolin Temple.
Zhuang Zi shook his head.
Bam!
Before Zhuang Zi could react, he was kicked to the ground.
"These scholars beat the abbot of the Shaolin Temple. Beat them!" A president of the Dharma Hall of the Shaolin Temple quietly lurked behind Zhuang Zi, kicked him to the ground, and said loudly to the monks of the Shaolin Temple behind him.
"Call for help! Call for help! Quickly call for help! "The Zhuangzi was only able to let out a mournful scream before he was surrounded and beaten by the Shaolin Temple monks.
Looking at the miserable Zhuang Zi, Yuan Tiangang quickly took out a signal flare from his arms and shot it into the sky.
In less than a minute, dozens of Taoists arrived. Some flew in the air, some flew on swords, and some jumped on buildings.
Soon, more than a dozen monks of the Shaolin Temple were surrounded.
"Save Zhuang Zi!" Yuan Tiangang, who was beaten by three people, pointed to Zhuang Zi who was beaten first and said anxiously.
Zhuang Zi's clothes were relatively casual, similar to the Confucian robe, and he was the main target of the monks of the Shaolin Temple.
The other Taoists were shocked. Zhuang Zi was the second-in-command of the Taoists.
They even dared to beat their second-in-command. One by one, they beat the monks of the Shaolin Temple angrily.
Bang! Beat them hard! It is these monks with hair who beat Dong Zhongshu. A Confucian disciple kicked Jesus from behind to the ground. These insidious monks even stepped a footprint on Dong Zhongshu's face.
After the beating, he found that something was wrong. Although the clothes were a bit similar, it seemed that the Indian monks had short hair, and they were not white people.
"They were beaten. They were unlucky!" The Confucian disciple shook his head and didn't see that he was kicked to the ground.
"Jesus! Jesus! Jesus! Are you okay? " The two disciples of Jesus shivered. After seeing a group of Confucian disciples leave, they dared to get up from the ground.
Looking at the two front teeth on the ground, he thought, "These scholars are too cruel. When I go back, I will ask the church to send the Crusades to destroy the countries of these scholars."
Zhou Yang didn't stop these battles. As long as no one was killed, they could fight however they wanted.
However, the scope of the impact was somewhat beyond Zhou Yang's expectation.
From the final internal strife among the Confucians, it gradually spread, and the scope was getting larger and larger.
From Legalism to Buddhism, and then to Taoism, even Yue Buqun, who was wearing a Confucian robe, was attacked by the Buddha.
The battle lasted for two hours. Under the protection of the disciples of each sect, the leaders of the hundred schools who were "seriously injured" were carried to their respective hotels.
Everyone looked around nervously, afraid that a sniper would suddenly appear from a corner.
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