Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading Chapter 180: Sword, brick, painting

"I have seen Wen Xiang, I have seen Wan Anbo."

"If you have seen Wen Xiang, Chen Xiaoyou will stay safe."

"Having seen the prime minister, Wan Anbo will come to my house for a chat when you have time."

……

Everyone greeted Yan Baichuan and Chen Luo in succession. Some of the great scholars and masters present were third-rank officials, and some were hereditary earls and marquis, so Chen Luo was called in a variety of ways. Shi Li walked into the Confucian Temple.

The Confucian Temple is not a simple hall, but a large building divided into several compartments. The first person to enter is the Hall of Jiaohua. There are statues of children sitting in front of the desks, making a chanting gesture, and walking into the hall of Jiaohua, as if hearing the voices of young children chanting.

Go out from the Hall of Enlightenment and then enter the Hall of Ten Thousand Saints. Here a statue stands against the wall, surrounding the east, west, north and south. Each statue has a different shape and a special charm surrounding it.

"The statues here are all half-sacred statues of the saint." Yan Baichuan introduced softly, "Although each family has an ancestral hall to worship, the holy will can only be condensed in the Confucian Temple."

"The human race is semi-sacred. So far, no one has died and died. All of them died for the human race."

"In those days, Xunzi once said that in the infinite years, he would rather die tens of thousands of deities and half-sages in exchange for the eternal existence of the human race. Therefore, this temple is called the Temple of Ten Thousand Saints."

Chen Luo nodded, bowed and saluted these human race half-sages one by one, and the people accompanying them did not rush. They knew that this was the first time Chen Luo came here, so they waited patiently.

Half a quarter of an hour later, after Chen Luo gave the salute, he followed Wen Xiang through a square and entered the Void Temple.

Half-holy or above, not a saint, is honored as a virtual saint.

The number of statues in the Void Temple is much smaller than that of the Ten Thousand Temples, with only sixteen statues. Among them were Xunzi, Han Feizi, Mozi, Suzi, Luzi, Simazi, etc., all of whom were the founders of the family theory.

"The holy meaning of the virtual saint does not require the context and the power of the Confucius family, but can be condensed on its own. Therefore, most of them fall into the clan ancestral halls of each family." Yan Baichuan said, "Establishing a statue here is a Accept the worship of scholars from all over the world, and protect the prosperity of literature with the power of virtual saints.”

Chen Luo was taught and worshipped one by one again, and finally stopped at a statue that looked only about forty years old, with a smile on his face, making people look like a spring breeze.

"This is the image of Saint Fang Xu." Wenxiang said, "Saint Fang was blocked by the barbarians, and the great sacrificial priest of the Mantian Temple came in person and blessed the power of the barbarian, and his strength was almost close to that of a human saint. Fang Sheng and the other two semi-holy priests returned with him, so they died. Therefore, they stayed in the position of virtual saint."

"Fang Sheng was strict with himself, upright and solemn, and rarely smiled. This was the last moment before his death. The half-sage's smile was recorded by the half-sage and carved into an image."

Chen Luo looked at the statue with a slight smile on his face, as if seeing the saint who was almost the fifth saint of the human race shed the last drop of blood for the human race, but smiled generously and freely. At this time, Chen Luo did not have any hatred with the Fang family in his mind, but only had respect for the sages of the human race. He earnestly bowed to the statue of Fang Sheng, but only halfway through the salute, Chen Luo couldn't bow down, as if there was a force preventing Chen Luo from worshiping Fang Sheng.

Everyone's expressions changed, and dissatisfaction appeared on their faces, and Yan Baichuan's eyes flashed with anger.

"Let's go!"

It turned out that Fang's family was tens of thousands of miles away, using Fang Xu's holy will to prevent Chen Luo from visiting!

Chen Luo stood up and looked at the statue of Fang Sheng again, and even saw a trace of apology in that smile!

Chen Luo sighed deeply, then bowed his hands again, this time he no longer bowed, but stood still for a moment, then signaled to Yan Baichuan that it was okay.

Yan Baichuan was very angry and said, "It's rare for the Holy Will, and the Fang family did not hesitate to sacrifice the Holy Will to do this. Wenchang Pavilion will definitely investigate it to the end."

"No need!" Chen Luo smiled faintly, "One day, I will personally go to the ancestral hall of the Fang family to worship Fang Sheng!"

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Walking out of the Void Temple is the last temple in the Confucian Temple: the Most Holy Temple.

In the Holy Temple, unlike the previous statues that stood against the wall, there are only four statues here, with their backs north and south facing. The statue is majestic, with big ears hanging down from the shoulders, hands above knees, holding a bamboo slip in the left hand, and a pen knife in the right hand, looking up at the sky.

This is a statue of the Most Holy Confucius.

Below the statue of Confucius, there are three slightly smaller statues of saints, namely Mencius, Yanzi, and Zengzi.

Chen Luo worshipped one by one, and when Chen Luo finished worshiping, the Confucian Temple and the Temple Zhu who were waiting on the side stepped forward, and Chen Luo hurriedly saluted. When he came here, Yan Baichuan had specially instructed that the blessings of this Confucian Temple were held by senior scholars. Because they had experienced the sacred meaning of various icons all the year round, the hope of being promoted to semi-sage was one point higher than that of others. This temple Zhu is Kong Chengyong, a great scholar of the Confucian family, and must not be neglected.

"Chen Xiaoyou is very polite." Kong Chengyong replied with a salute, "Respected the teacher who gave me the kindness to teach me, so I don't need to be restrained."

Afterwards, Kong Chengyong looked at Yan Baichuan again: "Wen Xiang, please have already arranged."

Yan Baichuan nodded: "Let's go then."

……

Following Kong Chengyong, the crowd came to a Bagua Square, surrounded by pines and cypresses, with greenery, and three blank steles were erected on the Bagua Square. Kong Chengyong intentionally explained to Chen Luo, who had just arrived, that the so-called invitation to the Holy Spirit is actually to entrust the Holy Spirit in the soul of poetry, and then turn the soul of poetry into the spirit of the literary treasure. But every call to the Holy Will is a heavy consumption of the Holy Will, so it is easy not to ask the Holy Will. This time it was also the Wenchang Pavilion and the Confucian Temple that after detailed planning, finally determined the number of three half-life cultural treasures.

In other words, all those who participate in the invitation can only dedicate a maximum of three poems.

Of course, if someone has already invited the Holy Will first, the number of poems will be reduced.

This invitation to the Holy Spirit is not without merit, and the reward of Wenchang Pavilion is not to be mentioned. If the invitation to the Holy Spirit is successful, you will get a trace of Holy Charm Spiritual Light. This aura can be used for yourself to illuminate the confused and confused, and it can also be sent to you. For others, it can make people's ears and eyes clear, infer other things from one case, and can also integrate into treasures and gain a trace of the power of the holy way. In short, there are many benefits.

Leng Hanbing has already placed four bets at this time. If he wins, he will be full and swept away four great Confucianism treasures. If he loses, he will not only catch the Wenbao he won from Qi Kexiu , but also upside down three pieces. But at this time, he was not worried at all, and he walked up to the other people who wanted to dedicate poems to the saint, and said, "This old man suggests that you write poems before Wan Anbo, otherwise you may not even have a place to speak!"

Everyone was slightly moved when they heard Leng Hanbing's words, but a great scholar snorted coldly. This great scholar named Luo Sanqiu has been famous for a long time, and he has always been conceited as a poet. For Chen Luo's poems, it was once questioned that the people in the bamboo forest ghostwritten to help him become famous. But as Chen Luo's famous poems came out one after another, his face was almost swollen, but he couldn't put it down. When someone asked him to comment on Chen Luo's poems, he thought that the other party was insulting myself.

Now that Chen Luo is in front of him, Luo Sanqiu is also holding his breath. Moreover, this time, I am very sure that as long as my poetry overwhelms Chen Luo, then my face will be recovered. When the identity of the predecessor will "occasionally" talk to Chen Luo about the previous misunderstanding, everyone will laugh it off. , isn't it beautiful.

With such a plan, Luo Sanqiu naturally wouldn't think he was inferior to Chen Luo, and wrote a poem first, so he said to Leng Hanbing: "I am a great scholar, how can I take the stage for the younger generation to show their style. And let him Come first, the old man comes last."

Leng Hanbing looked at Luo Sanqiu, his eyes lit up: Big fat sheep!

Leng Hanbing hurriedly came up and said, "Brother Luo, do you want to gamble?"

Luo Sanqiu heard Leng Bingbing's gambling method long ago, hesitated for a moment, then shook his head: "This old man doesn't do things like this to take advantage of others' danger."

Leng Bingbing is in a hurry, why are you taking advantage of others' danger?

It's me taking advantage of the danger!

Leng Hanbing hurriedly said: "Yes, Wan Anbo is talented in poetry, it is not too difficult to invite two saints in one poem, Luo Daru should not lose Wenbao in vain!"

Luo Daru frowned, thought for a while, but didn't speak.

Leng Hanbing turned around and left, sighing and said, "It turns out that Luo Daru is also optimistic about Wan Anbo's ability to accomplish the feat of one poem and two saints, and I'm on the same level as me."

"Wait!" Luo Sanqiu shouted.

Who knows what your reputation is now, Leng Bingbing.

Wan Anbo is the first to boast about Confucianism!

Who wants to be like you.

Do you need face?

"I bet!"

"Okay!" Leng Hanbing skillfully wrote a gambling ticket in the air and sent it to Luo Sanqiu, "I will buy it and leave it, I will never regret it!"

Luo Sanqiu took the betting ticket and snorted again: "I'm afraid you won't have anything to lose to me!"

Leng Hanbing laughed: "Don't worry, I have some savings, hahahahaha..."

……

While walking around in the cold and ice, Yan Baichuan waved his sleeves, and three light groups appeared on the Bagua Square. The brilliance dissipated, revealing three semi-holy treasures.

A wooden sword, a white brick, and a pair of calligraphy and painting.

"This wooden sword was made by Hong Sheng, based on ten thousand years of cypress wood and nurtured on the basis of the fearlessness of a gentleman."

"This white brick is an ordinary brick and stone on the city wall of Ancheng. When Halloween traveled for the first time, he picked it up under the city wall and carried it with him so that he would not forget his hometown. Develop a semi-holy magic weapon. After the fall of Halloween, the white bricks were retrieved by my Wenchang Pavilion.”

"This third piece was originally based on the previous painting "The Charcoal Seller" by the Lotte layman of the previous dynasty, but he was defiled by the traitor in the battle to capture the chaos sixty years ago. All are gone, only the ox cart remains."

"It is best to recite the relevant verses in order to maximize Wenbao's power."

"Holy, let's start!"

After Yan Baichuan finished speaking, he exited the square.

At this time, Chen Luo was about to step forward, and one person stood in front of Chen Luo: "Brother Chen, you are very talented in writing. I'm afraid I'll be useless when you play. Why don't you let me come first?"

Chen Luo glanced at him. The other party was the master of an academy. He had a relationship with him, so he nodded.

To be honest, it is not particularly important for him to be a non-Confucian person.

The main reason is to contribute to the human race!

However, after the master went up, he wrote three poems on the stone tablet in a row. After a while, the three poems dissipated and the Holy Spirit failed.

Immediately after, someone stepped forward, this time a poem stayed on the stone tablet for a while, but eventually dissipated.

"It's a bit difficult this time!" Someone muttered, "That Bai Jian is okay to say, a half-finished painting and a brick, how to inscribe it?"

"There's no way to do this. The newspapers participating in the invitation to the Holy Spirit are all lined up, and they can't be selected. Otherwise, wouldn't it be blasphemy."

"How many is this?"

"The sixth one, only Wan Anbo and Luo Daru are behind."

"They should be able to, at least one for each of them."

"It's hard to say! Please, the saint is no better than others. Although the holy will has no spiritual wisdom, it still has a preference for dislikes and dislikes. It does not mean that a good literary talent will be successful. Just ask that one to be sure."

"So, there is hope for Luo Daru. His patriarch is a demigod who is a saint. Could it be that he wants to invite his patriarch to come?"

"Let's see."

At this time, Chen Luo looked at the edge of Bagua Square, only himself and another 60-year-old scholar were left, and politely asked the other party to come first. Luo Sanqiu waved his hand: "You are a junior, you don't need to be courteous, go ahead!"

Chen Luo was a little surprised, this great scholar is so strong!

So you were welcome and walked to the three blank steles.

Chen Luo's eyes flashed in front of the three Wenbao, and he had already made plans in his heart.

Luo Sanqiu looked at Chen Luo's eyes, set his eyes on Bai Mujian, and nodded slightly in his heart.

Sure enough, it starts with the Cypress Sword.

The years know pine and cypress, this cypress sword is naturally the best to write.

Just still young.

There are many poems praising pines and cypresses, and the holy will has long been taken for granted, so how can you stand out?

Too young!

Chen Luo naturally didn't know what Luo Sanqiu was thinking, so he picked up the pen, took a deep breath, and swiped.

The eyes on the square were all staring at Chen Luo's pen seal, and the poems written by Chen Luo were silently recited in their hearts——

"The north wind blows the cypress branches in front of my court."

"Shu Jian is not afraid of the wind, and he is self-sufficient in his integrity."

"Frost has never changed my mind, and it's good to see the sun and the scenery."

"The idle flowers and weeds are still flourishing, what will the wind blow the cypress branches?"

"How long will the north wind blow?"

As soon as I finished writing, the stele suddenly glowed with brilliance, and at the same time, the gossip symbols on the gossip square lighted up one by one.

"The gossip is bright, the Holy One succeeded!"

"The Holy Spirit has come!"

"Although this poem is a little less literary, it has extraordinary meaning!"

"It does not stand out in literary style and artistic conception, but depicts the perseverance image of Leng Leng's self-sufficiency and the integrity that is not afraid of wind and frost!"

"Yeah, when the north wind blows, doesn't it mean that the northern barbarians are approaching? The north wind blows, but the pines and cypresses cannot be blown down. When the cold winter comes, the sun and spring are still far away? How long can the wind blow?"

"Look, everyone, who is the Holy Will?"

Everyone looked at the Bagua map in the center of Bagua Square. The yin and yang fish turned, and a cyan figure appeared slightly.

“When the north wind blows~IndoMTL.com~ can you!”

"Old man Su Wu, I am willing to defend the Northern Territory for another three hundred years for the human race!"

An old, low voice sounded.

"Su Sheng! It's Su Wu semi-sage!" Everyone exclaimed.

Historical records show that during the "Ren" Dynasty, there was a half-sage Su Wu, who used his body as a screen to trap the three barbarians in the endless ice field in the northern region for three hundred years! For the "people" to counterattack the barbarians, one-tenth of the barbarian's combat power is involved.

The holy meaning of Su Wu stepped up and merged into the stone tablet. Immediately, the poetic culture in the stone tablet made a ray of light and shot into the cypress sword, and a cold semi-holy pressure came out from the cypress sword.

Everyone bowed and saluted: "Senior Human Race, Xie Suwu Half-Saint!"

The cypress sword flew around and flew behind Chen Luo. Chen Luo also bowed and saluted, and then set his eyes on the residual painting...

Purple Pen Literature

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