If I am not a Confucian saint, I will set off a revolution

Chapter 56 The Poetry Becomes... A Saint Appears!

"call!!!"

There was a gust of wind between the heaven and the earth, the sky also dimmed, and the light was dim.

Everyone couldn't react in time, they just felt terrified and inexplicable.

It's too windy!

And in this strong wind, everyone seemed to see such a scene.

An old man lived by a pond. In August, autumn was deep, and the wind howled, and the wind swept away several layers of thatch from his roof.

The thatched grass flies across the Huanhua River and is scattered on the opposite bank of the river. The high-flying thatch is entwined on the tall treetops, and the low-flying thatch flutters and sinks into ponds and depressions.

Over there, a group of ignorant children in a village bullied the old man because he was old and weak, so they had the heart to act as "thieves" in front of him and rob things, and ran into the bamboo forest without any scruples holding the old man's thatch.

The old man's lips were dry and he couldn't stop drinking. When he came back, he leaned on a cane and could only sigh alone.

After a while, the wind stopped, and the dark clouds in the sky were as black as ink. In the late autumn, the sky was gloomy and misty, and it gradually darkened.

When the old man returned to the house, the cloth quilt had been covered for many years, and it was cold and hard, like iron plates. His child’s sleeping posture was not good, and the inside of the quilt was broken.

When it rained, the roof leaked, and there was no dry place in the house. The rainwater from the roof kept leaking down like twine.

Since the status of the lowly family has been getting lower and lower, the old man has less and less sleep time. The long nights are long, the house is leaky and the bed is wet, and it is impossible to see the dawn.

So the old man thought about it:

How can I get thousands of spacious and tall houses?

In this way, all people with household registrations in the world can be generally protected, no matter they are honorable, ordinary or humble, and make them smile. The house will not be moved by the wind and rain, and it will be as stable as a mountain.

Ugh!
When will such a towering house appear before my eyes, even if the thatched hut is blown to pieces by the autumn wind, I would be willing to die of freezing myself!
……

This kind of vision is not only in the imperial capital, but in the entire Great Wei Dynasty, as long as there is a Confucian temple, Lin Ke's voice echoes everywhere at the same time.

Four seas and four regions, heaven and earth, mountains, rivers and lakes, six races and six countries, eight ways and thirteen sects...

Wherever there are human races, Lin Ke's poems resound.

"...August Autumn Gao Feng howls..."

"...The children of Nancun deceived me to be old and powerless..."

"... There are tens of thousands of rooms in Ande Guangsha..."

A whole thatched hut was broken by the autumn wind, and it was sung throughout the vast land of Wei Dynasty.

Poetry is passed down to the world!
This is a vision passed down to the world!

Everyone around the imperial capital and Lin Ke was stunned.

"What does this... this poem mean?"

"The boys in Nancun bullied me to be old and weak? Why old and weak? He's just a boy!"

"No, did he write from the perspective of Chen Pingping?"

"No, no, it's Chen Pingping, it's better to say..."

In the capital, countless strong men are communicating.

Their thoughts and thoughts frantically flooded into Chaoyang Street where Lin Ke was.

There are also many figures rising from various mansions and official residences, flying towards this side.

They want to see what a talented person who makes a poem that is passed down to the world looks like.

At the scene, Lin Ke had an extra bamboo stick in his hand.

The bamboo stick was dark and decayed, as if it had been there for many years, without the slightest sense of beauty, it was ordinary, as if it was picked up on the ground.

But anyone who sees it will feel that the bamboo stick is used to support the body, it must be very strong and reliable.

And at this moment, Lin Ke said softly:
"I have often heard that since ancient times, people have been like children, with no distinction between high and low. The power of heaven has come from all people, and heaven has followed the way. They are healthy and diligent. Today, the public is declining, and bulls and ghosts are appearing. They are divided into classes, break the sky, and cover the sky."

Holding a bamboo stick, Lin Ke looked at the unknown powerhouse of the Criminal Ministry and Mr. Jing Zhao Yinqiu, and said softly:

"The people are the water of God, and the boat of God is the boat of the people. God is old, but you and other young children steal His shelter. At that time, the boats and waters will invade and the world will be turned upside down. Today, I am the Lord of Heaven and stick to the stick."

As soon as the words fell, the invisible force rushed straight from Lin Ke to the sky.

His "Song of the Thatched House Broken by the Autumn Wind" was not written for himself, nor for anyone present.

But for the Holy Emperor, for God!

"boom!!!"

The invisible force rushed straight up, mighty and mighty.

However, this force rushed halfway, but turned a corner directly, instead of rushing into the sky, it rushed into the center of the imperial capital.

The sky is round and the place is vast, and it is in the middle, which is called "the heart of heaven and earth".

Tianyuan - the imperial palace!
"I often hear..."

"The people are the water of God..."

"On behalf of the heavens..."

The invisible force rushed into it, and it also contained Lin Ke's words.

Less than a second later, a mighty voice came from the palace.

It seems that the thunder is roaring, and it seems that the spring rain is silent.

It's like a busy street, and it's like fighting on a battlefield.

It's like a hall scolding, and it's like a house laughing.

……

This is the voice of heaven and earth!

"allow."

Just one word was spread, and countless intelligent beings in the sky and on the earth heard the word.

But just when the word is born, endless auspiciousness is generated instantly, surrounded by the avenue.

In the vast territory of the Great Wei Dynasty, the heaven and the earth sing together, and the sky and the earth are covered with thousands of dharma and Taoist lotus.

No matter where, whether it is wind, frost, rain, snow, or clear sky, they are all covered by endless auspicious clouds at this time.

In the imperial capital, in the high sky, countless phantoms of human races of different shapes suddenly condensed out of the void, standing high in the sky.

They are all tall and tall, surrounded by Dao sounds naturally.

"Tao is Tao, very Tao." An old man riding a bull was drowsy.

"All appearances are false. If you see that there are no appearances, you will see the Tathagata." A middle-aged man with a bald head was sitting on a lotus platform, smiling.

"Know yourself and know the enemy, and you will never be imperiled in a hundred battles." A man with a beard has a mutilated body, but his eyes are firm.

"The heaven and the earth were born with me, and I am the only one with all things." A young man's eyes were half-closed, leisurely.

"Heaven has permanence, not for Yao, not for Jie." A middle-aged man was stooped, his hair was combed meticulously, and his eyes were serious.

……

Countless figures condense, accompanied by countless voices resounding through the world.

After these figures appeared, they bowed in the direction of the palace.

"Li Er, I have seen the Holy Emperor."

"Sakyamuni, I have seen the Holy Emperor."

"Sun Bin, I have met the Holy Emperor."

"Xun Kuang, I have seen the Holy Emperor."

"Zhuang Zhou, I have met the Holy Emperor."

……

Philosophers!

This is a hundred schools of thought!

One by one, the existences that had survived in this world emerged one after another and paid homage to the Holy Emperor.

During this process, the palace did not respond.

Until above the crowd, an old phantom in a scholar's robe sitting cross-legged appeared.

The old man is nine feet six inches tall, with a big nine girth. He sits like a squatting dragon, stands like a cow, holds it up like a dragon, and looks at it like a fight.

Holding a bamboo tube in his left hand and a carving knife in his right hand, he is carving something stroke by stroke on the bamboo tube.

After Baijia completed their pilgrimage to the Holy Emperor, the old man put down the bamboo tube in his hand and looked towards the palace with a smile in his eyes: "Holy Emperor Zhang Bairen, the person you want is here."

Although the old man's voice was loud, only Baijia Xuying could hear his voice, and the rest could only see the old man's mouth moving.

A voice finally came from the palace:
"Ah."

The voice did not spread, only the old man and various scholars heard it.

Hearing the Holy Emperor's voice, the old man nodded with a smile, then looked down at Dijing, and cast his eyes on the figure standing on the storytelling platform.

With just one glance, the figure disappeared.

And with the disappearance of the phantom of the old man, the phantoms of hundreds of families also disappeared in the world one after another.

However, the changes did not stop...

When the word "Zhun" was heard in the palace, everyone who heard the voice bowed their heads, clasped fists, or bowed.

Whether it is the orthodox Spring and Autumn Human Race, or the six races, monsters, spirits, etc., they all express their respect to the Holy Emperor with their own voices.

"Congratulations to my emperor's decree!"

"Respect the emperor's decree."

"The powerful co-lord of the human race, we obey the order."

Countless beings are present at this moment to pay their respects.

At this moment, the dark clouds above Lin Ke's head, which were squeezed down by the auspicious clouds, all condensed into the phantom shadow of the bamboo stick in his hand.

Looking at the other side, whether it was an unknown strong man, or Li Chungang, Zuo Si of Jingzhao Mansion and others, they all bent down and bowed in the direction of the palace.

Lin Ke also bowed his hands towards the palace, and then, holding a bamboo stick, he walked over quietly while they were saluting.

When he came in front of several people, he raised his bamboo stick high, ready to give Zuo Si of Jingzhao Mansion a sap on his head.

He is doing justice for the heavens!
Did you hear that?Even the Holy Emperor is ready!
However, at this moment, one hand grasped the stick that Lin Ke knocked down.

"You boy, I have been out and busy for a few days, what are you going to do to you?"

"Walking husband" Qi Dayan... Bah, the body of "Shangshu" Qi Tianxia appeared in front of Lin Ke.

Lin Ke was about to speak when he saw other people standing behind Qi Tianxia.

Counted, eleven.

(End of this chapter)