Become the Emperor of Man by starting from the Qiyun entry

Chapter 219 Purple Luck is Sometimes No Worse Than Orange (Today's Third Update)
[Respectfully ask the gods and ghosts (purple)]: [Every word is asked devoutly by the heavens, and every sentence is prayed for the gods to be enlightened. The gods and ghosts will reveal their true appearance to you, and the fog will be cleared.]

【Literary Champion (Purple)】: 【The pen is full of flowers, and every word is a pearl. The top three winners of the imperial examination, the literary champion is here to claim the throne. Who dares to say that there is no first in literature? 】

[Studying the classics (purple)]: [Thinking over every word to find the true meaning, weighing every sentence to understand the profound chapters, gaining true knowledge and insights in the heart, and the profound knowledge shines in the world. ]

Three purple auras appeared at the same time, so bright that people could not look directly at them.

The purple starlight illuminated Chu Wujiang's sea of ​​consciousness and resonated faintly with the Wenquxing star in the sky.

This forced Chu Wujiang to think seriously about which destiny was most valuable to him.

Purple luck is purple after all, and cannot be wasted.

【The sage once said, respect ghosts and gods but keep them at a distance. 】

[The first option, communicating with ghosts and gods, is a bit like the telepathy between heaven and man, and seems to be related to sacrifice. ]

[Confucianism originated from rituals and laws, which originated from sacrifices, and sacrifices were made to ghosts, gods and ancestors.]

【Words are used to communicate with ghosts and gods and to worship ancestors.】

For example, Li Shangyin has a poem: It's a pity that the seat in front of me is empty in the middle of the night, I don't ask about the common people, but ask about ghosts and gods.

What story is this referring to?

It was Emperor Wen of Han who summoned Jia Yi to ask him about ghosts and gods, which was used by Li Shangyin to satirize.

However, Confucian scholars in the Han Dynasty had to answer questions about ghosts and gods, which was their responsibility.

Early Confucian scholars were more like priests.

[If I choose this destiny, I will be close to the original Confucian priest, and I will be more than qualified to be the Minister of Rites. ]

【At least during the sacrifice, we can communicate with ghosts and gods better. 】

[But I already have the Ghost King’s Wife, so wouldn’t this ability to communicate with ghosts and gods be of little value?]

Chu Wujiang closed his eyes. He did not make a choice, but continued to think:
[The second option, the essay competition, is easy to understand.]

[If a scholar takes the imperial examination, he can win the first place in one go and take first place in every exam, as long as he does not encounter Wenqu descending from the earth or being born a saint.]

[As long as a test-taker has this kind of luck, he will be an exam monster who will always strive for the first place. ]

Carry it away, next one.

Chu Wujiang began to take control of the military power and became the leader of Longzhou to fight against the merman alien race. He didn't even care about taking the imperial examination.

[The third option is to study the classics all your life, no longer to write poems or songs, but to interpret the great meaning of the scriptures. ]

【With this luck, it will be easier for me to become a Confucian scholar and a leader of the Wen Zong. 】

[This is very useful for Confucian martial arts. If you take this path to its limit, you will become a Confucian saint, in charge of the cultural context.]

【From this perspective, we can consider the first and third factors. 】

Chu Wujiang first eliminated a wrong option and began to think about the remaining two.

[After this matter is settled, I will most likely go to Yuanji Academy to study, and repay the Prime Minister and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince for their kindness.]

[From a political perspective, I am more inclined to Prime Minister Fang Yuan's policy, supporting the crown prince's ascension to the throne, and not getting along with the Qin Wang Party and the Duke of Zhenguo.]

[If I could be a Confucian master, I could support His Royal Highness the Crown Prince in ideology and stabilize the court. ]

[Asking ghosts and gods seems to be closer to witchcraft, and I don’t know if it will be effective. ]

Chu Wujiang touched the End of the World Talisman on his chest and thought of the [Ice Soul Cold Light Sword] given by His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. These had helped Chu Wujiang overcome difficulties in many crises.

Enmity must be avenged, kindness must be repaid.

[That's the third one? ]

Chu Wujiang was just about to make up his mind when an idea suddenly struck his mind.

[Wait, don't ask about the common people, ask about ghosts and gods. 】

[Can the ghosts and gods tell me where the mermaids are and where Nangong Hen is? ]

[I shouldn't narrowly understand it as talking to a ghost! ]

[Communicating with ghosts and gods is like making a deal with the mysterious forces between heaven and earth, so saints stay away from it! ]

The more Chu Wujiang thought about it, the more it made sense.

Confucian masters can learn slowly, but the ability to get close to ghosts and gods is innate.

Take a gamble!
After Chu Wujiang calmed down his mind, he immediately chose the first option - asking ghosts and gods.

The Heavenly Book obeyed the order, lit up the star of Wenyun, and hid its relationship with Wenquxing, which puzzled the various observatories.

Some experienced stargazers even seemed a little terrified.

"The star of literature is shining brightly, and a person with literary luck is born."

“Why is there no designated location?”

"The last time martial luck descended upon the world, it was directed to Longzhou, but this time it has no destination at all."

"The fortunes of literature and martial arts have come one after another, far beyond the ordinary. Will it bring prosperity to the human race, or will the world of chaos come?"

"Mr. Shenmo, what do you think?"

A tall woman named Shenmo, a non-staff member of the Imperial Astronomical Bureau, was blind but she still tried hard to open her eyes and gaze at the starry sky.

The stargazers dared not utter a word, and waited until Shen Mo had finished looking at the stars before he slowly said, "No need to ask, this is an anomaly."

"Anomalies of heaven and earth."

"The fate and fortune of the world can all be calculated, but the odds are unpredictable."

The stargazers were shocked and asked quickly:

"Mr. Shenmo, didn't you say that the anomaly of this era has not yet awakened? Even if it is to awaken, it should be in Tianjing."

Shen Mo stared at the starry sky and muttered to himself:

“Maybe I’m wrong.”

"We just need to wait and see. These outliers will naturally become famous."

"Tianjing is where the dragon vein is. He will come."

"Even if they don't come, Fengyu Tower will help me investigate. They can't tolerate the birth of anomalies."

Not to mention the confusion of the Sitianjian about the changes in celestial phenomena, Chu Wujiang only felt that his soul became ethereal and he had a connection with the spirituality between heaven and earth.

The ancient witches prayed to heaven and earth, so there were sacrifices, prayers, and witchcraft.

The source here is the natural spiritual perception of the witches and wizards.

At this moment, Chu Wujiang had a very similar spiritual perception, as if the heaven and earth could tell him the answer.

"Fauber."

Baili Zhi was waiting at the door. When she heard the order, she said quickly:

"My Lord, the housekeeper is in seclusion."

Yanluo trains dragon guards, Xuenu collects ghosts, Youlan goes to Yuzhou, and Qiushui is training the coastal defense army.

Everyone is busy.

Chu Wujiang casually ordered:

"Zhiruo, bring me a pen, ink, paper and inkstone."

"Yes, Lord Marquis."

Baili Zhi ran quickly and contacted the housekeeper and others in the Chu Mansion. He ran as fast as he could, carrying things on his back, and was out of breath.

Chu Wujiang was already a member of the corrupt ruling class. He would rather talk than do anything with his hands. He had someone to serve him in everything, even things like dressing and bathing, which were served by maids.

The maids of the Chu family still had deep resentment towards Baili Zhi. A woman whose family was ruined actually gained the trust of the head of the family and could run errands for him.

Whoever is closer to the center of power has more power, so the maids were naturally unhappy with Baili Zhi.

However, Chu Wujiang didn't care. He had always been clear about what a tool person was. Whoever could provide value was a qualified tool person.

Baili Zhi has a strong literary talent and is very suitable for the position of secretary. He tests the other party to see if he can be used for his own purposes.

"Write me a Qingci, praying for Uncle Fu's retreat to go smoothly."

"Yes, Lord Marquis."

Baili Zhi spread out the paper, her little face was red from the cold. This practice room was full of black ice, which was very comfortable for Chu Wujiang. To her, it was like an ordinary person going to the North Pole wearing only a piece of clothing.

She did not complain, but quickly wrote a prayer poem to the Lord of Heaven, praying for Uncle Fu to have a safe cultivation.

"Very good, you can go out now."

Chu Wujiang waved his hand and drove the man out, then picked up the freshly-written Qingci and injected his own soul power into it.

The power of [Asking Ghosts and Gods] was slowly activated. Chu Wujiang closed his eyes and prayed to God, asking whether Uncle Fu's practice this time was going smoothly.

The green poem in his hand suddenly began to burn, and an inexplicable feeling surged in his heart.

Uncle Fu's retreat this time was extremely smooth.

[Very good, sometimes the effect of this purple luck may not be worse than that of orange luck.]

A smile appeared on Chu Wujiang's face, and he immediately said:

"Zhiruo, write me a few more poems."

Baili Zhi was rubbing her hands and exhaling to warm herself up. Her face was a little purple from the cold. When she heard Chu Wujiang calling her, she ran in and asked:

"My Lord, what do I want to write?"

"First, write an article to inquire about the whereabouts of the mermaid who attacked the prince, and pray to God."

"Wait, come here for a moment, I'll give you some energy."

Seeing that she was freezing, Chu Wujiang was afraid that she wouldn't perform well, so he injected some vitality into her to help her return to normal.

"Thank you, Lord Marquis."

Baili Zhi's eyes lit up and he began to write quickly.

　Note: The religious color of Han Confucianism is quite strong. Jia Yi was promoted because of his answers about ghosts and gods.

　　Li Shangyin's poems merely borrowed allusions to satirize the situation in the Tang Dynasty.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)