world free fairy

Chapter 817
The National Poetry Conference, which is a decathlon competition, lasted for three days and officially ended today.

After today's competition, the Confucian and Taoist ancestors will select the top ten people with the best results in the competition to enter the Confucian and Taoist ancestors to study.

Such an opportunity is rare once every ten years. Ordinary scholars only have one chance to enter the ancestral land of Confucianism and Taoism once in a lifetime.

Of course, the top ten people can also choose not to enter the ancestral land of Confucianism and Taoism. If so, the ancestral land of Confucianism and Taoism will be pushed in turn, and No. 11 will be selected to enter the ancestral land of Confucianism and Taoism.

However, the ancestral land of Confucianism and Taoism is the holy land most yearned for by scholars. Except for Fu Xingbang, so far, no one has ever rejected the ancestral land of Confucianism and Taoism.

Rejecting the ancestral land of Confucianism and Taoism requires great courage.

And now, there will be one more person, and this person, at the fastest speed in history, won the No. 1 sage Yang Chen in the Poetry Association of All Nations.

In this competition, Yang Chen became famous all over the world, and he was with the sages.

In the morning, there is a cool morning breeze passing through the bamboo forest, and the refreshing autumn atmosphere is pervasive. The green bamboos are swaying, and the bamboo leaves are lightly beating, like wind chimes ringing, mixed together, forming a very pleasant Sounds of nature.

In addition to the wind, there are also coils of purple mist lingering in the bamboo forest, like clouds in the sky, hanging down in the vast world, looking hazy.

On such a morning, Yang Chen woke up from his practice, and facing the rising sun in the east, he took a breath gently, and a wisp of purple and pure sun essence flowed down Yang Chen's nostrils. Into the internal organs.

Inhale the purple energy of heaven and earth, connect the internal organs.

The Master said: "Study and learn from time to time, isn't it also said (yuè)? Isn't it a pleasure to have friends come from afar? Isn't it a gentleman if you don't know it and don't feel stunned?"

After Yang Chen finished his practice, he took out a book, sat in the shadow under the bamboo forest, and read aloud, and the leisurely voice spread throughout the bamboo forest.

When reading, I immersed myself in it wholeheartedly, unconsciously, the meaning contained in it was deeply understood by Yang Chen, and the thoughts that the sages wanted to express were expressed by Yang Chen through Confucianism and Taoism.

Many people who originally got up, prepared to wash up, and then went to participate in the announcement of the National Poetry Association, at this time involuntarily stopped, listening to the sound of Yang Chen reading.

The sound of the wind, the sound of reading, the sound is in the ears, making people immersed in it and unable to extricate themselves.

Between the heaven and the earth, there was a silence, as if the wind in the bamboo forest had stopped, only the bright scholars, like the deafening voice of a saint, resounded through the sky and the earth.

A wisp of fragrance spread from where Yang Chen was sitting to all directions. This kind of fragrance became more and more intense. It was the vitality of heaven and earth. A very mysterious change occurred in the sound of Yang Chen's reading.

Someone once said that the day travels tens of thousands of miles and the livelihood is busy, and the night stars are fragrant with reading. After reading the book to the depths, when you understand the true meaning of the sage's book, the whole book will exude a unique fragrance of books.

This kind of fragrance can soothe the soul and deter evil spirits, and can also make the vegetation and rocks psychic and enlighten wisdom.

After reading "The Analects of Confucius" once, Yang Chen closed the book, stood up, and prepared to have dinner on the bamboo building.

In the bamboo forest, many people who were immersed in Lang Lang's reading also gradually woke up.

"fragrance!"

"The smell of sages permeates everywhere in the bamboo forest!"

"Reading reads the fragrance, which is a real understanding of the true meaning that the sages want to express."

"It's Yang Chen, a sage in the world, who read the sage's classic masterpiece "The Analects of Confucius."

"It is said that this book is a disciple of a sage, and it records the words and deeds of the sage in his sitting, lying, and deeds. If you read this book often, you can be influenced by the sage's thoughts, and your heart will be clear."

"Yeah, I never imagined that in my life, I would still be able to hear the entire book of saints."

"In today's world, "The Analects of Confucius" is circulated all over the world, but only the fragments are handed down. The real complete version of the saint's great work is collected in Sanqian Academy, 72 small holy places, and Confucianism and Taoism ancestral lands."

"Only by joining them can we have the opportunity to read the classics of saints."

"There are rumors in the world that there is no knowledge that Yang Chen does not know. Now it seems that there is such a possibility. It is hard to imagine how he mastered this knowledge."

Many scholars sighed deeply. Originally, they still thought that they were the proud sons of heaven in their own country, and all of them were full of ambition and arrogant.

However, only after meeting Yang Chen did he realize what a genius is and what is a true pride of heaven.

The proud sons of various countries are in the same place, colliding with each other. Those original so-called proud sons of heaven are overshadowed by truly amazing and talented scholars like Yang Chen and Huang Mingyang, and they can even be reduced to obscure foils. .

I have a bright pearl, which has been locked away by the dust for a long time, and now the dust is exhausted, and the light is born, shining through thousands of mountains and rivers.

Today's many scholars, like a pearl whisking the dust, like a fish leaping over a dragon's gate, have been sublimated to the extreme after this competition, and have a deeper understanding of Confucianism and Taoism, and their reputation has spread throughout the world.

"It's rare to see a scholar like Yang Chen in thousands of years. To be able to live in the same era as such a great talent, I really don't know if it's luck or misfortune."

The scholars, after waking up, gave a slight salute to the purple bamboo garden where Yang Chen lived.

Reading makes people fragrant, and they benefit everyone a lot. From then on, their minds and souls are clear, and they are not easily confused by foreign objects. When reading books, they can concentrate on one mind and have fewer distracting thoughts.

One after another, the scholars went in groups of three or five, one or two together, and they all went to meet near the palace of the Great Zhou royal family to see the list.

Confucianism, Taoism and Wenzong!

The best talent in the world!

Let the flowers fall on the Great Zhou, so that the Great Zhou will become the center of the world's scholars, a holy place, and a place where luck gathers.

in the bamboo building.

Yang Chen has read books, started to eat, he is free and easy, behaves calmly, very free and easy, as if everything is not lingering in his heart, he sits there, as if he is that pebble, a rockery, a splash of water, a green bamboo, It is the flowers and plants, the birds and animals.

He sits there, if you don't look at it with your naked eyes, you can't feel his existence. He is one with the sky, with nature, and has entered a kind of Confucianism and Taoism, a rare realm of the unity of heaven and man. .

"Master, it's really a profound realm. After a meal, man and nature can be united as one, and every action and deed coincides with the truth."

Looking at Yang Chen's natural state of mind, Liu Fei felt a great envy in her heart.

Free and happy, unrestrained and unrestrained, what kind of ideal life is this kind of contentment and unhindered.

(End of this chapter)