I became a saint with idle books

“I’ve seen Wen Xiang, I’ve seen Wan Anbo. ”

“I’ve seen Wen Xiang, Chen Xiaoyou don’t come unharmed. ”

“I’ve seen Wen Xiang, Wan Anbo has time to come to my house for a story. ”

……

Everyone greeted Yan Baichuan and Chen Luo one after another, and the great Confucians and masters present, some were third-grade masters, and some were hereditary counts and marquises, so the names for Chen Luo were various, Wen Xiang nodded, and Chen Luo walked all the way into the Temple of Literature.

The Temple of Literature is not a simple hall, but a large building divided into several entrances. The first thing to enter is the Hall of Enlightenment, where statues of children sit at desks, chanting, and walking into the Hall of Enlightenment, as if they heard the sound of young children chanting.

Walk out of the Hall of Enlightenment and enter the All Saints Temple, where a statue stands against the wall, surrounding the east, west, south and north, each statue has a different shape and a special charm around the body.

“The statues here are all half-saint statues of the Holy Fall. Yan Baichuan introduced softly, “Although each family has ancestral halls to worship, the sacred will can only be condensed in the Temple of Literature. ”

“Half saints of the Terrans, none of them have fallen at the end of their lives, all of them died for the Terrans. ”

“Back then, Xunzi once said that in infinite years, he would rather die tens of thousands of half-saints than exchange for the eternal existence of the Terran race. For this reason, this temple is called the All Saints. ”

Chen Luo nodded, bowed to these half-saints one by one, and the people accompanying them did not urge, they knew that this was Chen Luo’s first time here, so they waited patiently.

Half a quarter of an hour later, Chen Luo finished his salute, and then followed Wen Xiang through a square and entered the Void Temple.

Half-saints and above, who have not entered the saints, are revered as false saints.

The statues in the Void Temple are much smaller than in the All Saints’ Temple, only sixteen. Among them, Xunzi, Han Feizi, Mozi, Suzi, Lüzi, Sima Zi, etc., are all the pioneers of a theory.

“The sacred intention of the Void Saint does not need the context and the power of the Confucius family, but can condense on its own. Therefore, most of them fall in the ancestral halls of each family. Yan Baichuan said, “The statue here is to accept the worship of the world’s readers, and to protect the prosperity of Wen Yun with the power of false saints.” ”

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

“This is the image of Fang Void Saint. Wen Xiangyin said, “Fang Sheng’s canonization was blocked by the barbarians, and the Great Sacrifice of the Barbarian Temple personally came, blessed with the power of the barbarian heavens, and the strength was almost close to that of the Terran saints. Fang Sheng returned with him and the other two Half-Saint level sacrifices, and this holy fall. Therefore, it remains in the position of a false saint. ”

“Fang Sheng has been strict with himself all his life, upright and solemn, and rarely smiles. This was the last moment before his holy fall, and the smile on his half-saint’s face was recorded and carved by the half-saint. ”

Chen Luo looked at the statue with a gentle smile on his face, as if he saw that this saint, who was almost the fifth saint of the Terran race, shed his last drop of blood for the Terran race, but smiled generously, freely. At this time, Chen Luo did not have a grudge with the Fang family in his mind, only respect for the ancestors of the Terran race. He seriously bowed towards Fang Sheng’s statue, but only halfway through the salute, Chen Luo couldn’t bow down, as if there was a force that prevented Chen Luo from worshipping Fang Sheng.

Everyone’s faces changed, and then a look of dissatisfaction appeared on their faces, and Yan Baichuan’s eyes flashed with anger.

“Presumptuous! ”

It turned out that the Fang family was tens of thousands of miles away, using Fang Void’s holy intention to prevent Chen Luo from paying homage!

Chen Luo stood up and looked at the Fang Sheng statue again, unexpectedly seeing a hint of apology in that smile!

Chen Luo let out a long sigh and bowed again, this time no longer bowing, but standing still for a moment, and then signaled to Yan Baichuan that it was okay.

Yan Baichuan’s rare anger did not subside, and said: “The holy will is rare, the Fang family did not hesitate to lose the holy will to do this, Wenchang Pavilion will definitely investigate to the end.” ”

“No need! Chen Luo smiled lightly, “One day, I will personally go to the Fang Family Ancestral Shrine to worship Fang Sheng!” ”

……

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

In the Most Holy Temple, unlike the previous statues standing against the wall, there are only four icons here, facing north and south, and in the center is a statue that is one size larger than the others, with its back north to south, the statue is majestic, with large earlobes and shoulders, hands over knees, bamboo Jane in his left hand, pen knife in his 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 Zeng Zi.

Chen Luo worshiped one by one, and when Chen Luo finished worshiping, the Temple of Literature and Miaozhu who was waiting on the side stepped forward, and Chen Luo hurriedly gave a salute. When he came, Yan Baichuan had specially instructed that the temple of literature was held by a senior Great Confucian, because he had experienced the sacred will of the icons all year round, so the hope of being promoted to a half-saint was one point higher than that of others. This temple congratulation is the great Confucian of the Confucius family, Kong Chengyong, and must not be neglected.

Chen Xiaoyou was polite. Kong Chengyong saluted back, “Master Venerable has given me the grace of teaching, so there is no need to be formal. ”

Then, Kong Chengyong looked at Yan Baichuan again: “Wen Xiang, please Saint has already arranged.” ”

Yan Baichuan nodded: “Then let’s go.” ”

……

With Kong Chengyong, everyone came to a Bagua Square, which was surrounded by pines and cypresses, full of greenery, and three blank stone monuments were erected on the Bagua Square. Kong Chengyong deliberately explained to Chen Luo, who had just arrived, that the so-called invitation to sainthood was actually to put the holy will in the poetic soul, and then the poetic soul was transformed into the instrument spirit of the literary treasure. But every call to the Holy Will is a heavy drain on the Holy Will, so it is easy not to invite the Holy Will. This time, it was also Wenchang Pavilion and the Temple of Literature that after detailed calculation, the number of three half-life literary treasures was finally determined.

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

Of course, if someone has already taken the lead in inviting the Holy Will, the number of places to dedicate poetry will be reduced.

This invitation to the saint is not without benefits, then the reward of Wenchang Pavilion does not need to be said, just say that if the invitation saint is successful, he will get a trace of holy charm aura, this aura can be used for himself, illuminate the blind and confused, can also be given to others, make people’s ears clear, draw inferences, can also be integrated into treasures, get a trace of holy path power, in short, it is a lot of benefits.

Leng Hanbing had already taken four bets at this time, if he won, he would eat enough and sweep four Great Ru Wenbao, and if he lost, he would not only have to catch the Wenbao won from Qi Kexiu, but also post three pieces backwards. But at this time, he was not worried at all, and walked up to the other people who wanted to offer poems to the saint, and said: “The old man suggests that you inscribe poems before Wan Anbo, otherwise you may not even have a place to speak!” ”

When everyone heard Leng Hanbing’s words, they were also slightly moved, but a big Ru snorted coldly. This great Confucian is named Luo Sanqiu, who has been famous for a long time and has always been a poet. Chen Luo’s poems were once questioned that they were ghostwritten by people in the bamboo forest in order to help him make a name for themselves, and this statement was once quite recognized. But with the publication of Chen Luo’s famous poem after another, his face was about to be swollen, but he couldn’t let go of his face, and when someone asked him to comment on Chen Luo’s poem, he thought that the other party was insulting himself.

Now that Chen Luo was in front of him, Luo Sanqiu was also holding his breath. Moreover, this time he is very sure, as long as his poetry overwhelms Chen Luo, then his face will be recovered, and when the time comes, the identity of the senior and Chen Luo will “occasionally” talk about the previous misunderstanding, and everyone will laugh it off, wouldn’t it be beautiful.

With such a plan, Luo Sanqiu naturally would not think that he was inferior to Chen Luo, and preemptively inscribed a poem, so he said to Leng Hanbing: “I am a great Confucian, how can I take the stage for my juniors to show their style.” And he came first, and the old man came last. ”

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

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

Luo Sanqiu had long heard the cold gambling method, hesitated for a moment, and shook his head: “The old man does not do such things that take advantage of people’s danger.” ”

Leng Hanbing was suddenly anxious, how can this be you taking advantage of people’s danger?

I took advantage of the danger!

Leng Hanbing hurriedly said: “Also, Wan Anbo is talented in poetry, and it is not too difficult to invite the double saint in one poem, Luo Daru should not lose Wenbao in vain!” ”

Luo Daru frowned, thought about it, and did not speak.

Leng Hanbing turned to leave, sighed and said: “It turns out that Luo Daru is also optimistic that Wan Anbo can complete the feat of poetry and two saints, and he is the same person as me.” ”

“Wait! Luo Sanqiu shouted.

Who doesn’t know what your reputation is now.

Wan’anbo first bragged!

Who wants to be a fellow traveler with you.

Do you want face?

“I bet on it! ”

“Okay! Leng Hanbing skillfully volleyed a gambling ticket and sent it to Luo Sanqiu, “Buy it and leave, don’t regret it!” ”

Luo Sanqiu took the gambling ticket and snorted coldly again: “I’m afraid that you won’t have anything to lose to me by then!” ”

Leng Han smiled coldly: “Don’t worry, I still have a small amount of savings when I am cold, hahahahaha…”

……

While walking around in the cold and ice, Yan Baichuan waved his sleeves, and three light clusters appeared above the Bagua Square, and the brilliance dispersed, revealing three half-saint supreme treasures.

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

“This wooden sword is made by Hong Sheng, based on 10,000-year-old cypress, and bred on the basis of gentlemen’s fearlessness. ”

“This white brick is an ordinary brick on the wall of Ancheng, which Halloween picked up under the city wall during his first long journey, and carried it with him, so as not to forget his hometown. After All Saints, he was conceived into a half-saint magic weapon. After the fall of All Saints, the white brick was retrieved by my Wenchang Pavilion. ”

“This third piece was originally painted based on the former Lotte Resident “Selling Charcoal”, but in the battle to capture the chaotic face sixty years ago, it was tainted by the adulterer, and the dirty official and the old man in the picture are gone, and only the ox cart remains. ”

“It is best to recite the relevant verses to maximize the power of the bunbao. ”

“Please holy, start! ”

After Yan Baichuan finished speaking, he withdrew from the square.

At this time, Chen Luo was about to step forward, and a person blocked in front of Chen Luo: “Brother Chen, you are extraordinary, I am afraid that I will be useless when I play, how about letting me come first?” ”

Chen Luo glanced at it, the other party was a master of an academy, and he had a relationship, so he nodded.

To be honest, asking for the Holy Spiritual Light Reward was not particularly important to him, a non-Confucian person.

The main thing is to come and contribute to the Terrans!

However, after the master went up, he wrote three poems on the stone tablet in a row, and after a while, the three poems dissipated, and the request to the saint failed.

Immediately afterwards, another person stepped forward, this time a poem stayed on the stone tablet for a while, but eventually dissipated.

“It’s a little hard this time! Someone muttered, “Nabai Jian is okay, how to inscribe a half-crippled painting and a brick?” ”

“There is no way, the newspapers participating in the sainthood are all lined up, and they cannot be selected, otherwise it will not be blasphemous.” ”

“How many are these?” ”

“The sixth, only Wan Anbo and Luo Daru are behind. ”

“They should be able to, at least one of them.” ”

“Hard to say! Please the saint is no different, although the holy will does not have spiritual intelligence, but there is still a preference for likes and dislikes, which does not mean that a good literary style will definitely succeed. Unless you really know a half-saint, you can only have a certain degree of certainty if you ask that one. ”

“So, Luo Daru has hope, his master ancestor is a half-saint of a holy fall, is it not that he wants to invite his master ancestor? ”

“Wait and see. ”

At this time, Chen Luo looked at the edge of the Bagua Square, leaving only himself and another Huajia Daru, politely asking the other party to come first. Luo Sanqiu waved his hand: “You are a junior, no need to be polite, go first!” ”

Chen Luo was a little surprised, this big Ru is a good wind bone!

So you are also welcome, and walked to the three blank stone monuments.

Chen Luo’s gaze flashed in front of the three Wenbao, and he had already calculated in his heart.

Luo Sanqiu looked at Chen Luo’s gaze, dropped his gaze on the cypress sword, and nodded slightly in his heart.

Sure enough, it was to start with the cypress sword.

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

It’s just still young.

There are many poems that praise pines and cypresses, and the holy will has long been seen, how can you stand out?

Too young!

Chen Luo naturally didn’t know Luo Sanqiu’s thoughts, picked up the pen, took a deep breath, and waved the pen.

The eyes on the square were all glued to Chen Luo’s pen seal, and silently read the poem written by Chen Luo in his heart——

“The north wind blows, blowing the cypress branches in front of my court. ”

“The tree is not afraid of the wind, and the discipline is still self-sustaining. ”

“The frost has not wavered, and the situation is gradually suitable. ”

“Idle flowers and weeds are still abundant, what will be the wind-blown cypress branches? ”

“When can the north wind blow? ”

After writing for a while, the stone tablet suddenly bloomed, and at the same time, the gossip symbols on the Bagua Square lit up in turn.

“Gossip Qi Liang, please Saint succeeded! ”

“A holy will has come! ”

“Although this poem is slightly inferior, its meaning is extraordinary! ”

“Not outstanding in literary style and artistic conception, but portraying a resolute image of self-sufficiency and temperance that is not afraid of wind and frost!” ”

“Yes, the north wind is blowing, doesn’t it mean that the north is near? The north wind blows, can’t blow down the pines and cypresses, the cold winter comes, then the sun and spring are still far away? I wait for the Terrans to be unyielding, see how long the north wind of the barbarians can blow? ”

“Look, which Holy Will is it? ”

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

“The north wind blows, how long can it be! ”

“Old man Su Wu, I am willing to guard the Northern Region for another three hundred years for the Terrans! ”

An old and deep voice sounded.

“Su Sheng! It’s Su Wu Half-Saint! The crowd exclaimed.

History records that during the “Ren” Dynasty, there was a half-saint Su Wu, who incarnated the screen and trapped 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 barbarians’ combat power was involved.

Nasu Wu Shengyi stepped up, merged into the stone stele, and immediately the poetry in the stone stele made a ray of light, shooting into the cypress sword, and a cold half-saint coercion came out from the cypress sword.

Everyone bowed and saluted: “Terran junior, Xie Suwu Half-Saint!” ”

The cypress sword flew behind Chen Luo, and Chen Luo also bowed and saluted, and then, his gaze fell on the remnant painting…

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