Confucianism has always had cumbersome rules. Although the Han Fen crossing the river murder incident has been settled by the dean, it does not mean that Confucianism will expose the matter.

Han Fan was privately taken to Wenxin Pavilion by Wang Zhihuan. The vice-president thought that Han Fan had left, so he went to deal with college affairs.

"Han Fan, you killed the border soldiers with cruel methods. Do you know your crime?" In the Wenxin Pavilion, Wang Zhi changed his serious expression. Seeing that Han Fan did not speak, he continued:

"If you want to accuse someone, why bother! Whoever kills your friend, you go to take revenge. But what grudges do the soldiers in the camp have against you or your friends?" Wang Zhihuan's eyes widened.

"They are enemy troops, enemies!" Han Fen responded.

"You..." Wang Zhi shook his beard as he took a breath.

"But your behavior is obviously just to vent your anger. I, a Confucian disciple, have always been broad-minded and upright. What is the difference between your behavior and the evil heretics? You think that if you do something wrong and no one points it out, it is not wrong.

"?" Wang Zhihuan pointed at Han Fan's nose and lectured.

Han Fan woke up from his dream and suddenly raised his head to look at the newly appointed dean.

Wang Zhihuan did not notice Han Fan's change and continued: "There is nothing wrong with valuing friends and taking revenge. Killing people is normal in the spiritual world. The war between the two armies is out of interest. This is wrong, but

People's strength is increasing under the constant war, and the country is also becoming stronger. If there are no enemies, it will eventually fend for itself. This is in line with the law of survival of the fittest in nature."

"But what about you? What principles do you follow in your actions? It's selfish desire! It's anger!" Wang Zhihuan was trembling with anger.

Han Fen lowered his head and said nothing. The dean's words touched him the most: "Do you think it's not a mistake if you do something wrong if others don't point it out?"

"Why do we have to act according to those existing rules? Why can't I follow my own rules? There are no such rules in the spiritual world. Whoever has the biggest fist is the right one." After a long time, Han Fen digested the dean's words and raised his head to retort.

It was said to be a rebuttal, but in reality it was a question. This was also a question he had always wondered about. He wanted to know how the dean would answer him.

"Although what you said is just hearsay, it is indeed true. You know why our Confucianism can firmly establish itself as one of the three major religions in the world. Not only Confucianism, but also Taoism and Buddhism have their own rules. Without rules, there would be nothing."

"A strong man must not only have the strength to act recklessly, but also have the ability to control his own heart. I don't deny that most people in the spiritual world speak in terms of fists, but in life, in addition to cultivating to become immortals, what we also require is

Have a clear conscience!" Wang Zhihuan said.

"Have a clear conscience." Han Fan murmured, these four words were like a basin of ice water, pouring Han Fan from beginning to end.

"Do you think those Confucian gentlemen are really that good? You can put yourself in the shoes of Mr. Han who gave you immortality. If it were him, how would he handle it if his friend was killed?"

Han Fen thought over and over what the dean said, as he said, if that kind middle-aged man encountered such a situation, how should he deal with it?

Wang Zhihuan saw Han Fan's reaction and knew that he must have listened.

"Now that you know your mistake, you don't have to leave this question, and you're not as stubborn as your guardian said." Wang Zhihuan touched his beard and his voice returned to normal.

"Where is my path?" Han Fan looked at the dean and asked.

Wang Zhihuan looked at Han Fan with confusion in his eyes, like a lost child who couldn't find his way home.

"The road is at your feet. No matter how you walk or where you go, it is the road. I have only one reminder for you: have a clear conscience!" Wang Zhihuan's smile showed relief, and children can teach it.

In exchange, Wang Zhi gave Han Fan a kit, which contained a copy of the Xuan-level intermediate Shenjue Jiu Tianya, a disposable spiritual weapon for the dead, an emerald green spiritual robe, and a large number of spiritual stone elixirs.

"These cultivation resources are all your resources before the Five Realms."

After thanking Dean Wang, Han Feng left Zhulu Academy. He was dressed in a spiritual robe, with Hanmang on his left waist and a gourd hanging on his right. Next to the gourd was an embroidered space brochure, making him look like a little sword fairy.

Read thousands of books and travel thousands of miles.

If you don’t know which way to go, just read how the sages in books regulated themselves, how people in the world walked, and then find the one that suits you.

Han Fan went to General Nie and asked him for the list of those who died that night. This was not considered a secret. The person in charge of intelligence gave the list to Han Fan on the same day.

When we reunited two years later, there were very few familiar faces left in the camp, and there were a few more wrinkles on General Nie's face. Everyone understood it tacitly, and no one mentioned the matter of the young monk.

Han Fen asked about Wei Zheng, but General Nie remained silent. After questioning, he learned that he was killed in a deadly battle just one day before he could officially retire.

Because of Han Fen's retaliatory behavior, the Emperor of Danyang City sent a group of masters to the border to take revenge. Many people died, and two deadly battles were fought every day.

Han Fen was filled with regret and took revenge in anger for peace of mind. But in the end, how many people were really at peace because he was implicated?

Wei Zheng's bones were taken back to his hometown for burial. Han Fan left in a hurry after asking about the location.

"Wait a minute." Nie Baisheng stopped Han Fan.

"Actually, you don't have to blame yourself too much. When we set foot on the border on the first day, we were already prepared to die in battle. You killed all the enemy troops that night, and the soldiers were secretly grateful to you.

Otherwise, someone will die again the next day. The battlefield is like this. I was transferred to the border and the enemy also sent experts. So did those soldiers who died in the battle die because of me?" Nie Baisheng understood.

Clearing his throat, he continued:

"Your behavior just broke the rules. If you say it is wrong, it is actually right. From our point of view, you are right. Do you think that without you, those soldiers would not have died in the battle?"

"So if you want to compensate the soldiers you killed, I don't think it's necessary. They were enemy soldiers after all, and they have a blood feud with our Chang'an City." General Nie hesitated, and finally patted Han Fan on the shoulder.

.

Han Fen has already surpassed him too much now, and some of his behaviors cannot be as casual as before.

Han Fen bowed his hands and left.

The dean’s words were based on Han Fan’s conduct as a person, and Nie Baisheng’s words were based on a larger standpoint. Both of them were right. If Han Fan went to compensate the enemy soldiers

,does that mean rebellion?

Han Fen fell into confusion again. This is not the case, and that is not the case. So what should he do? Treat it as if it never happened?

One month after Han Fen arrived at Wei Zheng's hometown, he found Wei Zheng's family and truthfully explained his identity and purpose of coming.

What surprised Han Fan was that Wei Zheng's wife did not get angry or resentful of Han Fan. Instead, she welcomed him home. Wei Zheng's family also had a daughter. The daughter was eight years old this year and was old enough to practice spiritual practice.

Wei Zheng died, and the court gave the couple a sum of money, enough to raise their daughter.

After visiting the grave, on the way back, Han Fan couldn't help but ask: "Sister-in-law, don't you blame me?"

"Actually, it's a lie to say that it's not strange, but who in this generation won't make some mistakes? When I was young, the man in my family did not do his job properly and spent all day drinking and drinking. He owed a gambling debt and almost had his hand chopped off. General Nie happened to be passing by.

After saving him, he completely woke up and joined the army with General Nie." Wife Wei wiped her tears and continued:

"I also know what he did in Hualou. Do I want to chop off his hands and feet? After joining the army, his personality changed drastically and he became more affectionate to me. Isn't this already the best result? Isn't it a crime?

Should you never be forgiven if you make a mistake?”

Han Feng stood motionless for a moment, then sat down cross-legged. Wei's wife saw Han Feng's movements and was not disturbed. She knew it was the gods on the mountain who were practicing, so she went straight back home.

The power of words in Han Fen's dantian flew out of his dantian, flew through countless meridians of his limbs and bones, and integrated into every part of his body. A faint golden light appeared on Han Fen's body. At this moment, Jun Yu Jue could no longer conceal it.

The golden light finally condensed into a Tao character and slowly blended into Han Fan's dantian.

After a long time, Han Fen opened his eyes and felt that the sky was vast and the sky was high, and his thoughts were clear.

The vice-dean appeared in the distance. After Han Fan sat cross-legged, he set up a partition. When he saw the golden word "Dao" condensed by Han Fan, the vice-dean's face was full of joy, and the stone in his heart finally fell to the ground.

The word "Tao" is not very simple.

Yes, people will inevitably make mistakes in this life. Everyone is moving forward and taking a wrong path. Just correct it in time, but it cannot be used as an excuse to make mistakes again and again. Once you know what is wrong, you will know what to do right.

, maybe it is not easy to distinguish between right and wrong sometimes, so you must have a clear conscience.

Han Fen already knows how he will probably go in the future. He still needs to read more books, meet more people, see how they go, and then continue to improve his own path.

Han Fan left Wei's wife a handful of money, enough for them to live without worries, and left.

As the sun sets, the afterglow shines on the young man's emerald green robe and the crystal clear gourd, illuminating the young man's equally luminous smile.
Chapter completed!