I picked up skill fragments in the demon world.

Chapter 231: The Gathering of Fate
Zhang Chen is not a child and he believes everything anyone says.

"This is due to the accumulation of knowledge of our predecessors. I just provided an inspiration. It is just a result of our accumulation of knowledge." Zhang Chen said politely:

"If you really want to thank me, sir, I would like to ask you to do something."

"Oh? What's the matter? Feel free to tell me." Mr. Wu said.

Zhang Chen said, "Han Suzhen is my master. She was rude to you before. I hope you won't pursue it in the future. How about letting this matter go?"

"You beg me for this matter? Don't you have any requests of your own? Wealth and honor? Beauty and power? As long as you ask, even a daughter of the Zhong family can be betrothed to you." Mr. Wu's voice was full of surprise. He thought Zhang Chen asked for his own benefit, but who knew that he was asking for Han Suzhen's favor.

When talking about marrying a legitimate daughter, Mr. Wu subconsciously glanced at Zhong Xiang, but saw that Zhong Xiang's expression behind Zhang Chen couldn't help but change.

Zhang Chen listened to Mr. Wu's words, raised his head and looked at him. He could see that Mr. Wu was very sincere, but Zhang Chen still insisted on his own ideas. Mr. Wu had no choice but to nod and agree: "Okay! Just as you said, my grudge with the Han family ends here. In the future, neither the Zhong family nor the academy will pursue this matter anymore."

"Thank you, sir! Now our cause and effect are clear." Zhang Chen said.

Hearing Zhang Chen's words, Mr. Wu shook his head: "A favor is a favor, it's not that easy to end."

The two exchanged a few more polite words, and Zhang Chen said goodbye:
"Scholars from all walks of life will come to visit me later. I will take my leave now to avoid causing trouble for you, senior."

Zhong Wubai's attainment of Yang Shen Dao would attract countless visitors, and he didn't want to be blocked by anyone.

"Now that I have attained the status of Yang God, why would I be afraid of the Pingbian Palace? You just stay here, and I will mediate between you and the Pingbian Palace. I will help you resolve all grievances with them." Zhong Wubai said confidently.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Chen quickly declined. If he were to reconcile with the Bian Wang Mansion, he would have to hand over the nine flying swords. How would he refine the divine whip then?
Seeing that Zhang Chen insisted on refusing, Zhong Wubai was helpless and could only let him leave.

Zhong Xiang personally escorted Zhang Chen to the gate and said, "I will be back to the capital in about half a year. If you want to use my flame, you need to do it within half a year, otherwise it will be too late."

Zhang Chen turned his head and glanced at Zhong Xiang. "You are a dog. You are so ruthless. Why didn't you mention the deadline when I was talking to Mr. Wu?"

Zhong Xiang snorted coldly, raised his chin proudly, turned around and walked back into the mansion.

Zhang Chen looked at Zhong Xiang's back and shook his head, but he didn't care about his attitude. Given how he had tortured Zhong Xiang before, this guy was still keeping his promise, which was considered trustworthy.

"I just hope Xie Lingyun can move faster." Zhang Chen muttered to himself. He was actually also anxious to refine the divine whip to restrain various masters.

On his way back, Zhang Chen passed by the mutton offal shop and saw the young master Zhu Xun sitting in front of the stall, staring blankly at the sky without saying a word, and he didn't even eat the mutton offal in front of him.

"Boss, give me a bowl of mutton offal." Zhang Chen called to the boss, then sat opposite Zhu Xun: "Sir, why don't you eat?"

"I feel blocked in my heart and can't eat. You said that Mr. Wu's heart of Taoism was clearly shattered before, how come he suddenly recovered and achieved the status of Yang God?" The young master retracted his gaze to Zhang Chen, his eyes full of indignation.

"Do you have a grudge against Mr. Wu?" Zhang Chen asked when he saw the young gentleman's expression.

The young master shook his head: "Of course not, I'm just jealous. That's the Yang God realm! This person has achieved Yang Godhood. The Han family will probably face enormous pressure in the future. After all, Han Suzhen assassinated Mr. Wu. I'm afraid the Zhong family will not let it go. The Han family may not be able to withstand it. It's only a matter of time before they perish. How can I not be worried?"

"The grudge between the Han family and Zhong Wubai is over. From now on, neither the academy nor the Zhong family will make things difficult for the Han family." Zhang Chen said.

The young gentleman was stunned when he heard this, and looked at Zhang Chen in surprise: "Why?"

“Because the reason why Zhong Wubai was defeated and then rebuilt was all because of my enlightenment.” Zhang Chen said.

The young gentleman was stunned, then smiled bitterly and said, "Yes, you were the one who asked those two tricky questions. Who else could answer them except you?"

Then the young gentleman asked curiously, "What are the answers to those two questions?"

"If a gentleman does not save someone, a sage will have no choice but to do so." Zhang Chen said this and recounted the conversation between him and Zhong Wubai.

When the young master heard Zhang Chen's words, he was stunned on the spot. He muttered Zhang Chen's words as if he was struck by lightning: "It is fate. Accept it as it is. That is why those who know their fate do not stand under the rock wall. Those who die after fulfilling their duty have a righteous fate. Those who die in shackles do not have a righteous fate."

After a long while, the young master sighed quietly, "Mr. Wu is lucky to have achieved Yang Shen Dao. Your words are of immeasurable value to him. He has accumulated enough for a long time, but he has never been able to touch the Yang Shen Dao. Now he finally has the opportunity and can make the leap."

At this point, the young master looked at Zhang Chen with a strange look in his eyes: "It's incredible that you can say such a reasonable thing. If you were sitting in front of me, I would have thought that this sentence was a motto spoken by a saint."

Zhang Chen glanced at the young gentleman, then lowered his head and silently began to eat the mutton soup, because this was what a saint in later generations said.

Looking at Zhang Chen eating mutton offal, the young master came over and whispered, "You can say such a proverb to enlighten Mr. Wu. Isn't our relationship stronger than Mr. Wu's? Why don't you say a few proverbs to me? If I can achieve Yang Godhood, I can protect you!"

Zhang Chen stopped eating mutton offal upon hearing that, raised his head and glanced at the young gentleman. You have to admit that he really liked the young gentleman. Although this guy never suffered any loss and was a carefree person, he still did things when it was time to do them.

"I have a complete set of psychology here. Do you want to learn it?" Zhang Chen said with a smile on his face, as if jokingly.

"What is Xinxue?" the young gentleman asked curiously.

"It is the knowledge created by Chen Sanliang. I named it the School of Mind. If you are willing to kneel down and worship me as your disciple and offer me tea, I will teach you the essence of the School of Mind. Chen Sanliang has only understood the superficial aspects of the School of Mind and has not gotten the essence of it at all. I not only have the complete essence of the School of Mind, but I have even compiled the classics." Zhang Chen said with a smile.

He said this to tease the young master. Who would believe him when he said he had mastered the essence of the philosophy of mind? Anyone with a normal brain would never believe that Zhang Chen had mastered the essence of the philosophy of mind.

But Zhang Chen happened to meet a man with an abnormal brain. He saw the young master Zhu Xun kneeling on the ground without saying a word and kowtowed: "Disciple Zhu Xun greets you, sir. Please teach me the great way. I will serve you wholeheartedly in the future and will never have any second thoughts. There is no tea here, so I will use mutton offal soup instead of tea. Please accept it."

Zhang Chen looked at Zhu Xun who was kneeling on the ground with mutton offal soup in his hand as an offering, and couldn't help but be stunned. Where did this idiot come from?

"Why did you believe what I said?" Zhang Chen looked at Zhu Xun blankly.

"It's just a few kowtows and calling me Master. How can I lose anything?" Nagisa said confidently, "If you teach me knowledge, you will naturally be my master in the future. It is only natural for me to kowtow to you. If you deceive me, at worst I can ask you to kowtow back to me. Then we will be even."

Zhang Chen was speechless after hearing what Zhu Xun said. This guy is really a weirdo.

However, he practiced the way of immortality and did not follow the Confucian path, so it was useless for him to keep the Xinxue, so he might as well spread it. If Zhu Xun could really carry forward the Xinxue in the future, he, as a person who spread the scriptures, would definitely benefit from it, and would be blessed by the unknown and nourished by the luck of Confucianism.

If he had passed on the essence of psychology, his future gains might not have been less than that of Nagisa Shun.

But he still had a worry. If Nagisa Shun got the essence and killed people to silence them, it would be terrible and would put his family in trouble.

"You swear a curse with me with the Great Freedom Demon, and I will teach you the essence of my psychology. You will not harm me in any way in the future, otherwise you will be possessed by the Great Freedom Demon." Zhang Chen said.

"Okay, I'll swear now." Zhu Xun quickly swore to the void. As he swore, the lotus petals in Zhang Chen's palm slightly shook, and along with the oath, they fell into Zhu Xun's spirit.

After the curse was over, Zhu Xun looked at Zhang Chen eagerly. Zhang Chen looked at Zhu Xun with his eyes. After a little contemplation, he dipped his mutton soup in Zhu Xun's bowl and wrote a line of words on the table: "Knowledge and action are one."

"Unity of knowledge and action?" Nagisa Shun was stunned.

Zhang Chen looked at Zhu Xun and began to preach the essence of Wang Yangming's philosophy of mind.

Looking from a distance, I saw a young man sitting quietly at a table in front of a mutton offal stall in the alley, and a middle-aged man kneeling in front of the young man, seemingly in a certain state, quietly listening to what the other was saying.

There were very few people in the alley today, so no one disturbed the two of them while they were preaching.

As Zhang Chen expounded the essence of psychology, inexplicable auras began to gather in the dark and converged towards Zhang Chen's body.

That's fate!

The most miraculous destiny between heaven and earth!

As luck had just gathered, Zhang Chen saw a golden light flashing in his eyes, and he sensed the existence of luck.

"Huh, there is such a reaction?" Zhang Chen was curious, and saw that the mysterious fate actually passed through Zhang Chen's body, descended into his soul, merged into his magic power, and gathered into a milky white energy in the green lotus.

The Qi was very thin at first, probably the size of a grain of rice, and looked like a layer of light mist. However, as Zhang Chen preached the great Dao, the mysterious Qi became thicker and thicker, and began to expand and grow, turning into the size of a ping-pong ball.

Why did Zhang Chen know the essence of the philosophy of mind?
At that time, the study of the mind was very popular and there was a craze about it. Naturally, Zhang Chen also studied it for a period of time.

Although he did not study it thoroughly, he understood many of its profound meanings.

As for Zhu Xun, when Zhang Chen first started talking, he just listened casually. But as Zhang Chen spoke more and more, his face became serious. He listened with his ear tilted, not daring to move, for fear of missing a word.

Even Nagisa Shun used his magical powers to form an illusion barrier that enveloped the two of them.

Although Zhang Chen's words were all over the place and intermittent without any connection, every word of his was essential and pointed directly to the great truth in the dark.

By the time Zhang Chen had emptied out all his dry goods, the ball of white light in Zhang Chen's green lotus had turned into the size of an egg.

The white gas mass turned into an egg, which seemed to be gestating something.

"This is the foundation of the destiny of the School of Mind. It contains a treasure that can suppress destiny. When the School of Mind grows to a certain extent in the future, this mystery will be able to break out of the womb. This thing is the foundation of the School of Mind. In the future, there will be ten buckets of destiny in the School of Mind in the world, and I will have at least seven of them!" Zhang Chen was overjoyed. He didn't expect to have such a harvest.

I was just preaching the essence of psychology, but it was unexpectedly recognized by the destiny of heaven and earth.

Zhang Chen held the mutton offal soup in both hands, his eyes full of surprise.

Zhu Xun, who was kneeling on the ground, was still kneeling on the ground, with the aura churning in his body and traces of pure yang aura surging, as if he would transform into Yang Shen Zhenren at any time. But Zhu Xun suddenly stretched out his palm and slapped the Baihui point on the top of his head, and then the gathered pure yang aura was actually dispersed by his slap.

Zhang Chen was stunned when he saw Zhu Xun's actions: "Weren't you envious of Mr. Wu's attainment of Yang Shen Dao just now? Why did you suddenly give up when you were about to attain Yang Shen Dao?"

“If I break through to the Yang God now, I will just be an ordinary Yang God. When I go back and organize the essence of the master's Taoism and write a book into a classic, I can condense my own life motto. Then, I will use the fate of a Confucian and Taoist saint to break through to the Yang God, and in the future I will be able to glimpse the legendary eleven realms.” Zhu Xun's voice was full of excitement. His gains today were really too great, so great that it was limitless.

Then Zhu Xun kowtowed to Zhang Chen again, and bowed respectfully: "I, Zhu Xun, keep my word. You will be my master from now on. I will be your disciple from now on. I will be respectful to you in the future to repay your kindness in teaching me."

Zhang Chen helped Zhu Xun up. He was a worker chosen by heaven and a little machine that collected his own luck.

"What's the point of talking about master or not? I was just joking with you. I'm still young and uneducated, how can I be qualified to be your teacher?" Zhang Chen said.

"You taught me the great way, so you are my master." Nagisa's voice was full of stubbornness.

"I am a commoner and you are a great noble. How dare I be your master? If this gets out, I am afraid that people all over the world will tear me apart." Zhang Chen resolutely stopped Zhu Xun from addressing him.

"No, that won't work. If I don't become your disciple, what if you try to snatch the sainthood of psychology from me in the future? What if you pass on your knowledge to others? Now that I am your disciple, do you still have the nerve to snatch my position? Do you still have the nerve to pass on my knowledge? Do you still have the nerve to stab your own disciple in the back?" Nagisa Xun expressed his calculations in a frank voice.

This is Nagisa Shun, the unique and unrestrained Nagisa Shun.

"I, Nagisa Shun, never do business that would put me at a disadvantage. You just have to bear with it." Nagisa Shun said firmly.

When Zhang Chen heard what Zhu Xun said, he was speechless. This guy was too realistic. However, after hearing what he said, Zhang Chen felt much more at ease.

As for the status of a saint?

He doesn't care. Who says that only one saint can emerge from one academic institution?

Doesn’t Confucianism have many saints?

The most important thing is that Zhang Chen has mastered the philosophy of mind. He is equivalent to Hongjun who has achieved the Tao. What is he competing for the position of a saint?

(End of this chapter)