Plundering the Dao of the Immortal Journey Chapter 73: University Notes Collection
Pei Ziyun glanced at the gift, took a sip of tea, and asked faintly: "Is someone giving another gift?"
The butler has a dark and fat body, and he respects Pei Ziyun even more. He answers carefully: "Yes, and please post."
said to submit, Pei Ziyun took a glance and lowered it, and said: "Let's let out the wind, just say that I am going to study my knowledge, get a scholarship, and have less entertainment."
When you become a Taoist, you can't go to the imperial examination, but most people don’t know it.
These days, the state government has been rumored that there is a great talent in Anzhou. Pei Ziyun will enter the wine at the banquet. The readers are copying this poem for a long time. It has been tasted for a long time. In the words of the famous scholar Zhang An, this poem has Xianqi, such a famous story hasn't been published in a hundred years.
Every day, Fu Mansion has invitations to banquets, and they all invite Pei Ziyun to go, and Pei Ziyun declined one by one, saying that he had suffered some wind and cold, and the spread of this reputation is that it is expensive and rare. If it is the same as Chinese cabbage, it will be worthless. , So try to decline, choose a valuable banquet, a few months is enough, it is called hunger marketing on the earth.
"The first step is completed, now is the next step."
Fu's collection of books is good, but if you want to gain fame, poems are not enough, you still have to write books and make aspirations, refer to the memories of previous lives, and you can't help but secretly rejoice.
As long as you think about it, you can remember the knowledge you have read. This should be the function of Meihua. In terms of the original owner's memory, except for the deliberately not given, everything else is as clear as the archive.
carefully searched in my memory, except for poems, it is the annotations I have read.
"Unexpectedly, I failed to stock stocks in my previous life. I licked my wounds and tried to find some comfort in the pile of papers, but I got a lot of precious treasures."
"For example, the University Annotation Collection, this is the masterpiece of the collection of later research."
"It’s not as good as more books, in fact, as long as there are a few masterpieces."
Pei Ziyun studied hard upstairs, spread out a piece of paper, polished the ink, picked a small pen for writing, dipped the ink, and then moved the pen on the paper, relying on the memory of the university notes, silently Writing, writing quickly, writing with a brush, you can write more than 3,000 words in a day.
After writing this day, I threw the pen into the brush wash, Pei Ziyun took it out and saw that it was already piled thickly.
"The collection of university notes has been written silently, but it must be different from this world. To be a pioneer in this world, you must obtain more textual meaning for comparison and polishing."
thinking about it, he went out from the study to find Fu Juren.
Fu Juren was basking in the sun in a pavilion in the yard. He was holding a book and reading. Pei Ziyun saw and asked for advice. Fu Juren listened to Pei Ziyun and thought about it. Then he replied, "What do you mean? Do you want to read more micro-speaking books?"
Pei Ziyun replied: "Yes, Uncle Fu, I am thinking about university these days, and I have some preliminary ideas, so I want to read more books and write some articles."
"Gongyuan has the most abundant collection of books. After a few dynasties, you can go by yourself." Fu Juren pointed and said.
Pei Ziyun said goodbye, went back and ordered the booklet with paper thread. After thinking about it, he wrapped oiled paper and went to Gongyuan. Seeing Gongyuan library, people from time to time pulled out classics from the bookshelf and took them to read before the case. Pei Ziyun read them roughly. After a while, the book is still good, but the discussion is still lacking. I re-entered the library to search for the book, and it took an hour to come out.
listed a catalog, these books are piled up on the case, holding a few books in his hand, these books are university notes, Pei Ziyun got a few transcribed articles from an oil bag, and compared them with the collections of Gongyuan.
"The sages in this world, after thousands of years of evolution, have also formed their own pattern. They copied the university's notes. Although this world is still a master pattern, we still need to strive for perfection according to this world."
"It's just me, when do I want to see these thousands of volumes?"
"Of course I will not be hypocritical, but this library is all transcripts, not the original, I can't absorb and increase knowledge." Thinking of this, Pei Ziyun sighed. According to the original owner's memory, this world is the third in the world. A fleshly sanctified person appeared within these ten years, and there was not much time for himself.
"Brother Pei, so you are here." Pei Ziyun was sighing and suddenly heard a voice. Pei Ziyun looked at it, and Wei Ang was coming in with a folding fan.
"Master Wei, are you here to borrow books too?" Outside, most of the Songyunmen disciples are well-known to the world.
"Yes, since the last banquet, I read Ziyun You're "Jiang Jinjiu", and I just feel that I read other poems and feel dull, so I came to Gongyuan to borrow a few articles and read it back. I don’t want you. Also."
Pei Ziyun laughed dumbly: "Yeah, I just came to look for the book, and I have read it, Master Wei, if it is a coincidence, I will go in together, I will return the book, and you will find the book.
"Okay." Wei Ang went in with Pei Ziyun without being wordy.
After half an hour, Wei Ang looked for a book and took Pei Ziyun out, but the weather changed when the weather changed. Wei Ang complained: "This weather, I knew I was in a car when I went out. We have to hurry up and don’t wait. It’s not good if it rains and gets wet."
Talking about going out, the two of them walked for a while. They wanted to find an ox cart, but it was raining in the sky, so Pei Ziyun and Wei Ang had to hide from the rain.
There is no place to hide from the rain. Both of them stuffed books into their arms and ran forward for a while. A small shrine appeared in front of them, so they both hid in.
The two looked around. Many people were hiding from the rain in front of the hall. Two or three scholars were also hiding from the rain. One scholar cursed: "This weather is really bad. It was a good day just now. It rained, and it was so heavy."
"Hey, what is such a little rain? Have you heard that the counties along the east coast have been attacked by Japanese pirates. Even Fumen County has been destroyed. The county magistrate has died, mainly The disaster was serious there. Many people responded to the Japanese pirates, killed many people, and many women were robbed."
Weiang's expression was a bit bad when he heard this. The scholar was still talking: "The Japanese pirates will not hit the state capital. I heard people say that there are monsters in these pirates, so they can attack everywhere and looting the coast. ."
"Don't say anything, let's worship God, and ask God for blessings. This is to wipe out the Japanese pirates, and we still have to see the court." Another scholar said, just heading into the temple.
"In this way, then I have to worship the gods, and ask the gods for blessing."
"Walk away, hide from the rain and nothing wrong, I will be with you too."
Hearing these words, Pei Ziyun was a little surprised. Now that Daxu is founding a country, would the Japanese pirates dare to invade?
The original owner remembered that he was still studying in the village at this time. He didn't know much news and didn't pay attention to it. Now I heard that there were Japanese pirates and demons in this world? Pei Ziyun thought to himself, is it possible that this world also has a Japanese Onmyoji?
Pei Ziyun thought, feeling that Wei Ang was slapped on the shoulder. Looking back, Wei Ang sighed: "The people are suffering, we also go to worship inside, and pray for the victims of the Japanese pirates."
"Please God?" Pei Ziyun almost wanted to refute, this is a political matter, how much does it have to do with the gods? But when the words came to my mouth, I wanted to understand that there are gods in this world, so naturally it is different.
The two entered the main hall, and a woman prayed in the main hall. This shrine was dedicated to a goddess. This shrine is not big, but when it enters the shrine, the inside is rammed with colored earth, and the middle road is made of stone slabs. At the entrance of the main hall is an iron cauldron, filled with incense, and then there is a cigarette curl.
It’s rainy, it’s a bit dark and I can’t see clearly, but seeing the veil hanging down and offering a goddess, the woman said repeatedly: "May the empress bless my father to avoid the culprits and escape safely. If it is a wish Achieved, the next day must be worshipped every day, and I hope my mother will bless my father!"
The words are sad, and everyone who just came in for a while is secretly sad.
Pei Ziyun remembered the Japanese pirates a hundred years ago. For a time, the two lives overlapped. The damage of the Japanese pirates in that world is deep-rooted. I don't know how many people have been destroyed. When I saw this scene, I also felt my grief and felt a little bit more towards the world. A vision, and asked: "Who is this goddess?"
"Are you asking about the ceremony?" Wei Ang smiled: "They are all on this street in Zhoucheng. They must be legal. This is Mrs. Luo, who had a title before."
"So that's it!" This Pei Ziyun knew that the new dynasty would admit that the previous dynasty banned him, unless it was specially ordered, so he took the incense and stepped forward at the moment.
There is a table on the side of the shrine with notices, paper and pen on the table, and a merit box. The shrine is a middle-aged man, dressed in a gray cloth robe, and he stands up and comes forward: "Lord, wait a minute. ~IndoMTL.com~ Everyone in the hall looked at the shrine in amazement, glanced around the shrine, and when everyone was surprised, they invited Pei Ziyun to one side and whispered: "Just now the lady said, the son puts on the incense, he welcomes it. It's just that the son is carrying the treasure, and his anger becomes three colors, and Guanli's empress does not dare to be such a gift. "
Pei Ziyun was surprised: "I only carry five taels of silver and a few silver tickets. How can I find any treasure?"
"The son is holding this in his hand."
"It's just a book."
Keci Zhu refers to the collection of essays wrapped in oil paper, and I listened and said: "If the son really wants to be gifted, please put this on the side."
Hearing these words, Pei Ziyun thoughtfully, he hadn’t learned the qi technique in his two lives, and couldn’t see qi. The ancestral blessings are often psychic people, who can feel the spirits, and then they choose to become ancestral blessings. It seems that this shrine must have seen a vision, and then it was obstructed. It had no choice but to have an idea in his heart. It seems that this collection of university notes, even if it is not revised, will definitely be able to open up a pattern in this world.
Wei Ang has finished giving the ceremony, and when Pei Ziyun came back, he put the book on the side and said: "I'll take it."
said and took Pei Ziyun's book over.
Pei Ziyun didn't care. These were meant to be published, and Wei Ang had been with each other for a while, but it was pretty good, and it wouldn't be plagiarized.
stepped forward to fetch incense to serve the gods. Pei Ziyun did not believe in gods in his previous life. In this life, he asked immortals and asked questions. There is the memory of the original owner in his previous life. There is no problem with praying for incense.
Wei Ang was on one side, because he was boring to flip through the book, he was originally just casual, his eyes straightened at this sight, he turned page after page, Pei Ziyun looked back, and Zhang Jieyu looked at the manuscript for a while before reacting. When I came over, I asked: "This book, but what did you do?"
"Of course, it's just that this book is not perfect enough. It is a little imperfect, and it needs to be polished before it can be considered as a shape."