Refuse to trample on the pride of heaven

Chapter 345 Stand up

(It is better to read the two chapters together)

There was a sudden silence around.

"Whoever oppresses you, resist him, whether it's a noble master or a master like me..."

How dare you say that! This is to instigate the mortal class to surpass the higher levels... However, all the disciples tacitly remained silent. Although they complained in their hearts, their eyes were bright and they stared at Lu Wensheng's back intently.

Lu Wensheng leaned over and picked up the child, his spiritual power brushing across the bruises on his forehead: "If your knees are bent for too long, your eyes will only stare at the mud in the cracks of the ground."

"Remember." He tapped the child's collarbone with his fingertips. "This is not a yoke to tie cattle and horses, but a beam to support your head."

He traced his fingertips in the air, and the light points formed by spiritual energy gathered into the Big Dipper: "The sky will never bow its head, and humans are born to look up and watch the stars."

The people stare at the illusory stars in a daze, working their whole lives with their faces to the earth and their backs to the sky. When have they ever looked up at the turbulent Milky Way above their heads?

The star map condensed by spiritual power suddenly rose into the sky, and the Big Dipper was facing the decayed plaque of the ancestral hall. A white-haired old farmer in the crowd suddenly choked up - he had been farming for his employer for forty years, but he didn't know that the Milky Way would flow to the northeast on the night of Jingzhe.

The members of Zhitonghui had caught a glimpse of the tip of the iceberg of mortals' resistance from their previous battles with demons, and had written down some of their insights on the path of mortals. Lu Wensheng was not reluctant to tell these poor and miserable people - this was the original intention of Zhitonghui, his wish, and was nurtured by the destiny of the human race.

"If you want to kneel, kneel before your own heaven and earth." Sighing and putting the child down, Lu Wensheng waved his sleeves, squatted down, and looked at the respected old man in front of him at eye level. There was a bright light in the cracks of his brown eyes.

The brocade robe fell to the ground, but he didn't care whether it would be stained with incense ash and blood. This action made the kneeling old man's pupils shrink suddenly - in the past sixty years, he had seen countless immortals' long robes, some woven with gold or embroidered with clouds, but he had never seen anyone who would condescend to the dust.

"Old man." The young monk's brown eyes seemed to reflect the waning moon, and were even clearer than the glass cups on the altar in the ancestral hall. "Do you still remember how old you were when you first knelt?"

The old man's Adam's apple rolled, and memories came to him wrapped in the smell of incense ash.

When I was five years old, I followed my father into the city to sell firewood. The pearls hanging on the corner of the curtain of the ebony carriage beside the official road dazzled my eyes, and the whip of the yamen runners shattered the entire spring.

He remembered kneeling in the mud and counting pearls, one, two... eighteen in total, exactly the number of whip marks on his back.

"Kneel before the statues of gods, before the official sedan chair, before the land deeds, before the ancestral temple, and now before the demons... The human race has been working hard for three thousand years, not to kowtow to anyone... Stand up! Pour out the lead in your spine before you speak, stand up!"

The most common thing you hear is "kneeling". When you go into a temple to pray and fulfill a wish, you have to kneel down and kowtow, as if to show your sincerity... You have to kneel when you meet a master, you have to kneel when you see a noble person, and even if you catch a glimpse of the corner of the curtain of a BMW, you have to kneel.

Most of them are groveling and bowing. Not only do they have to kneel, but they also have to kneel submissively and sincerely.

Not to mention that when facing the immortals, they should kneel down and kowtow to show their submission and obedience. This is the truth they have heard since childhood and it is also the way to survive...

It was the first time that someone asked them to... stand up.

For the first time, someone told them that they were not inferior to them...

Can these people with rotten bones, cheap bones, and born lowly bodies ever straighten their spines and stand up?

The spiritual power turned into thousands of golden threads, which did not lift people up this time, but climbed up along their spines. Wherever the golden threads passed, the waists and backs that had been hunched for years made slight clicking sounds, as if a rusty mechanism was turning again.

Under Lu Wensheng's gaze, the old man straightened his back shakily, his throat dry but he still couldn't control swallowing. His perspective was getting higher and higher, and the immortal master was still squatting.

The heart beat violently and uncontrollably, but the blood became as hot as boiling water, injecting a stimulant called breaking free from restraints into the pulses of the limbs.

This was the first time that he looked down at the immortal master who was always high and mighty.

As the first tenant farmer trembled and straightened his spine, he heard the crisp sound of his bones like bamboo shoots breaking through the ground in spring.

Then came the second, and the third... The farmer who had been kneeling for half his life suddenly discovered that the eaves of the ancestral hall that he had been looking at from his standing position were three points shorter than he remembered; the clerk who was always forced to kowtow by the shopkeeper was surprised to find that his own shadow cast on the bluestone slab was as long as an unsheathed sword.

The eaves of the ancestral hall slowly sank in the field of vision, and it turned out that the tiles carved with evil-suppressing beasts were only as high as the eyebrows.

The disciples were thinking vaguely: Perhaps, what humans fear most is not facing monsters, but kneeling down and turning themselves into offerings to monsters.

Lu Wensheng couldn't help but think of the battle between immortals and demons in the original novel, and how many cowards fled without fighting, and he couldn't help but say a few more words.

"When you kneel, the demons are sipping luck; when you stand, the mountains and rivers are reshaping their backbones..."

Lu Wensheng looked at the people with gray eyes and said: "Even if the rain is heavy, it cannot moisten the grass without roots..."

"As long as the backbone is intact, the mountains will not fall."

Xiaoman was in the crowd, looking at Lu Wensheng and others and muttering, "Stand up..." If she stood up, would she be able to be as calm and composed as the immortal brothers, and no longer have to kneel and kowtow to anyone?

"Today I will teach you the 'Mortal Immortal Method'."

The old man took the not-so-thick book, and the first thing he saw were the three words "Liaoyuan Collection". With trembling hands, he turned to the first page. There were only four words "Man-made Sparks", and he immediately felt a burning sensation on his palms.

When the morning light pierced through the clouds, someone picked up a shovel beside the broken stele. The first shovel of soil fell on the ruins of the temple, startling the dormant mole crickets.

The clear cry of the black crane pierced through the clouds, and the sky in the east began to turn pale.

The light grew brighter, and Lu Wensheng looked at the villagers who began to clean up the rubble spontaneously, and the outlines of the distant mountains were reflected in his eyes.

Yu Shuoyang suddenly threw the pine nut shell into the air, and the bird flapped its wings and caught this untimely mischief.

He raised an eyebrow at Lu Wensheng: "Senior, do these people understand?"

"There will always be someone who remembers the direction pointed by Beidou." Lu Wensheng did not respond directly.

"Isn't the rope used by the swallow hunters the yardstick by which mortals measure the height of the sky?"

He knew that these upright backs would still encounter countless storms - but now that they had seen the light of day again, they would never be willing to return to darkness.

Qin Xiao raised the corner of his mouth as he noticed the difference in this chief: others had to stand on the clouds to survive like a blessing from heaven; but he insisted on digging a well, leading all living beings to touch the springs underground themselves. When hundreds of upright shadows intertwined on the ruins, it was more frightening than any immortal formation.

He seemed to understand the thoughts of those who followed him - to see Lu Wensheng, there was no need to look up, he would stand where your eyes could reach.

He would point his sword at the throat, forcing the enemy to look up; he would stand low, allowing everyone to see the spring scenery.