With Zhang Dongyun's strength, the clam shell could no longer close.
The clam meat and a pearl could be seen.
As soon as the pearl appeared, it shone brightly. Everyone's vision seemed to be covered by a layer of fog, and everything became unreal again.
Li Jie and Flying Snake Yun Xing were refreshed, and their eyes regained their clarity.
Lin Ying's recovery was slower.
Li Jie patted him on the shoulder, and he immediately woke up, but he was secretly on guard.
He had companions who could wake him up immediately.
However, if the other party had companions and attacked him just now, he might have been severely injured.
Zhang Dongyun's mind was clear as he activated the Great Earth Core Seal.
He looked at the giant clam in front of him. "Do you want to continue?"
The clam meat shook and gradually changed into a woman's figure.
The Mirage Demon bowed to Zhang Dongyun. "I have no intention of being your enemy. I'm just protecting myself."
"A Ninth Realm Demon King. Even if you're just protecting yourself, you can take many people's lives."
Zhang Dongyun said casually as he clasped his hands together.
The Mirage Demon was sealed in the clam shell again.
Zhang Dongyun picked up the giant clam shell and handed it to Li Jie.
As Li Jie took it, the Flying Serpent Meteor and Lin Ying lifted the huge Mysterious Jade from the bottom of the sea.
The Mystic Jade was heavy and huge. Flying Snake Yun Xing had already cultivated the body of a Demon Emperor. Otherwise, he would not have been able to carry such a large piece of Mystic Jade.
Everyone returned to Chang 'an. Zhang Dongyun pretended to imprison Mr. Dark Cloud, who was the Mirage Demon's projection, in the Divine Punishment Palace.
After discovering that the other party was a Mirage Demon, Zhang Dongyun had an idea.
When Ao Kong came out of seclusion, he could talk to him.
As for the Mystic Jade, he would give it to the City Lord.
… Well, actually, it was just his left hand handing over to his right hand.
The Mystic Jade was huge, but compared to the Divine Mountain Rock and Jade Turquoise Crystal, it was still slightly smaller.
Of course, the Mystic Jade was extremely rare. It was already unusual for such a large piece to appear.
However, compared to the Divine Mountain Rock, the number of Divine Mountain Rocks was quite small. Therefore, it was necessary to plan how to use them.
First of all, Master Zhang should use it for himself, to ensure that he could become a Martial Emperor in the shortest time possible.
Then, he could consider continuing to reward the meritorious people in the city.
Within the Great Ming Palace, the entire piece of Xuan Jade at the bottom of the sea appeared in the main hall where Zhang Dongyun usually rested.
The space in the hall seemed limited, but after stuffing in the mountain-sized Xuan Jade, it still seemed very spacious, and there was no feeling of cramping at all.
Zhang Dongyun arrived in front of the black jade, then stretched out his hand and pressed it on the surface of the jade.
On the other side of his body, a Divine Mountain Rock appeared.
Zhang Dongyun placed his other hand on the Mountain God Rock.
Next, the surface of the black jade stone and the Mountain God Rock beside it started to glow.
On the other hand, Zhang Dongyun's domineering aura became even more condensed and pure.
Gradually, his cultivation base began to undergo some kind of qualitative change.
On the surface of the black jade, cold air kept gushing out. Then, Zhang Dongyun breathed it into his body, and then Slowly exhaled it out.
The whole hall was slowly shrouded in clouds and mist.
In the following days, Zhang Dongyun focused on his own cultivation while paying attention to his construction tasks.
With the efforts of a large number of Confucian cultivators and even more ordinary scholars, the illiteracy rate in Chang 'an City continued to decrease.
More and more ordinary people began to learn how to read and write.
Then, their lives began to undergo some seemingly insignificant, but in fact, far-reaching changes.
When Zhang Dongyun was not cultivating, he sat in the Great Ming Palace and glanced around the entire Invincible City. He nodded with satisfaction every time.
Suddenly, he thought of something, so he glanced at the Tingshan Academy again.
This time, he already couldn't see any trace of Li Jun.
With a thought, the young scholar's whereabouts appeared in front of Zhang Dongyun's eyes.
As expected, Li Jun responded to the call of Chang 'an City and took the initiative to leave the academy. He came to the countryside and founded a private school to teach and educate people.
He was a fourth-realm Confucian cultivator. Although his lectures were not as enlightening as the great Confucian scholars, they were still very effective.
Those who listened to his lectures were all focused and immersed in them.
The teaching effect was also quite good.
Mr. Li's name spread throughout the villages.
After staying in a place for a long time and teaching most of the local people how to read and write, Li Jun would bid farewell to them and go to the next village.
Every time he left, there were children who were reluctant to see him go. There were also adults who thanked Mr. Li and sent him all the way out of the village. They even sent him directly to his next destination.
While Li Jun was teaching and educating people, he was also organizing his knowledge.
One day, after bidding farewell to the villagers who sent him off, he was walking in the fields when thunder suddenly sounded above his head.
Li Jun stood in the mountains and looked up at the dense Thunder Cloud in the sky. From time to time, lightning flashed. Suddenly, his heart was filled with emotions that wanted to burst out.
His literary talent suddenly soared into the sky. Although it was only a faint beam, its brilliance was everlasting.
In the next moment, he felt that the literary talent had settled in his body and finally condensed together to form his own literary courage.
Li Jun shouted. His voice was like Thunder in the sky, full of masculine power and intimidating ghosts, gods, and demons.
He took a step forward and stood firmly in midair. Then, he continued to move forward and ascended to the sky step by step.
The literary talent condensed under his feet and turned into a green cloud.
Thunder in spring and a meteoric rise were the characteristics of the fifth realm of Confucian cultivation, the Literary Courage Realm.
As Li Jun taught, he felt something in his heart and broke through his own bottleneck. His Confucian cultivation realm suddenly rose.
He stood in midair, somewhat absent-minded for a moment.
After a few moments of daze, he turned and bowed three times in the direction of the pavilion.
"Father, I will definitely inherit your character and will."
After these three bows, the green cloud beneath Li Jun's feet dispersed. He landed on the ground and continued on his way.
In the Great Clarity Palace, Zhang Dongyun quietly watched this scene and slightly nodded.
He continued to scan the city.
After a few moments, Master Zhang's eyes suddenly focused.
In the land of the old Tang, at the border between Yangning County and Yinning County, there was a great river known as the Ning River.
To the south of the Ning River was Yangning County, and to the north of the Ning River was Yinning County.
At this moment, the water level of the Ning River was rising. In one area, the river suddenly overflowed and broke through the dam. It seemed that it would drown the village by the river.
When the villagers saw this, they hurriedly shouted a warning and urged everyone to leave.
But the flood was so fast that the villagers had no time to scatter.
Zhang Dongyun saw this and did not intervene. This was because he saw other people passing by.
These two people would definitely lend a hand and would not sit idly by.
Sure enough, a small person rushed out. Golden Buddha's light surged and blocked the rushing flood in front of him.
The Buddha's light stretched and changed, quickly turning into bodhi trees that formed a forest and blocked the flood.
When the villagers saw this, they were all surprised.
Everyone took a closer look and found that the rescuer turned out to be a little monk who looked only ten years old.
The little guy's bodhi trees blocked the flood and diverted the flood in other directions, temporarily avoiding the village behind the bodhi trees.
At this moment, another person descended from the sky.
He put his palms together. Under the surge of the Buddha's light, the collapsed dam was closed again.
The villagers looked again. This second person did not look old, only sixteen or seventeen years old.
Everyone was surprised and thought that it was an immortal who had regained his youth.
The ones who did this were the two young monks, Huiming and Yongse.
After they quelled the disaster caused by the flood, they did not intend to stay any longer. They just nodded to the villagers and turned to leave.
At this moment, a villager shouted, "Thank you, masters!"
Hearing this, Yongse turned his head and waved at them with a smile.
But at this time, someone shouted, "What do you know? They must have been sent by the City Lord of Chang 'an to save us. The City Lord of Chang' an is God!"
After that, the man directly knelt on the ground and piously prayed to God, "Thank you, City Lord of Chang 'an, for sending monks to the mortal world to save us."
Yongse was stunned.
In the Daming Palace, Zhang Dongyun was also stunned.
He suddenly felt that this scene was a little familiar.
He remembered that in his previous life on the Cerulean Planet, he helped a person.
That person did not thank him, but thanked God.
Someone next to him reminded him that it was this young man who helped him, but the other party replied,
This young man was sent by God.
Zhang Dongyun had never expected that one day, the position he was sitting in would be changed to this.
He admitted that in this world with such a background, he led the people in Chang 'an to worship him, the City Lord of Chang' an. From a certain point of view, he was creating a god.
So, the appearance of this scene did not seem so unexpected.
Before today, it might have happened many times.
In the Daming Palace, Zhang Dongyun frowned slightly.
The villagers looked at the man at this time and were a little flustered. Many people hurriedly did the same thing as him.
A few people were a little hesitant.
A person whispered, "I heard that monks worship Buddha …"
Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by someone, "Buddha is also the City Lord of Chang 'an!"
The villagers in the distance were quarreling. The little monk Yongse touched his bald head and looked at Monk Huiming, "Senior Fellow Apprentice, did we save them, the City Lord of Chang 'an, or Buddha?"
Huiming looked calm and touched his little bald head, "It doesn't matter who saved them. What matters is that they were saved."
Yongse blinked and seemed to understand. Finally, he nodded, "Senior Fellow Apprentice, you're right. I didn't think about anything else just now. I just wanted to stop the flood and save people. Other things are really not important."
Monk Huiming nodded with a smile.
Looking at the villagers who were still arguing, he raised his voice and said, "It was the City Lord of Chang 'an who sent us here."
The villagers over there immediately unified their opinions. They bowed to the sky together and thanked the City Lord of Chang 'an for saving them.
Yongse shook his head and said, "Senior Fellow Apprentice, they won't quarrel after you said that. But can they still see the truth and distinguish themselves?"
"Compared with the truth, harmony and happiness in the neighborhood may be more important to them."
Monk Huiming sighed, "The more places I go, the more I feel that the true self of each person is different."
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