MTL - Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading-Chapter 25 I'm not in good spirits

Chen Luo slowly opened his eyes, Ji Zhong heard the movement and rushed up.

"Master, are you awake? Let me tell you something..." Ji Zhong looked excited.

"You have understood the Nine Swords of Dugu!" Chen Luo said quickly, Ji Zhong's face froze, a sentence was gagged in his mouth, and after a while, he said slowly, "How do you know?"

Chen Luo sat up and put on an inscrutable expression: "I wrote all the books. You get insights from them, how could I not know?"

"However, to get an understanding from the book, this is something that can only be done by classics!"

Chen Luo glanced at Ji Zhong lightly: "Why can't "Swordsman" be a classic?"

Ji Zhong seemed to be struck by lightning, and stopped for a while. Before, he was only attracted by the writing of "Swordsman", and he fell into the story step by step, unable to extricate himself. Now that he thinks about it carefully, every character in the book is vivid, and the love, hate and hatred seem to be right in front of him. Why can't a book like this become a classic?

Ji Zhong looked at Chen Luo again, with a trace of awe in his eyes. Regardless of whether he recognizes it or not, he can comprehend something from the book, which shows that Tiandao has recognized the classic status of "The Swordsman". And those who can write classics...

Just as Ji Zhong had introduced to Chen Luo before, Confucian disciples are only qualified to write books and lectures if they have crossed the three mountains and seas and reached the "Preaching Realm". In addition to Confucianism, Taoism and Buddhism practitioners who can write classics will not be low in status.

"Who exactly is the son?" Ji Zhong had this question for the first time in his heart.

At this time, Chen Luo was recalling the conversation between Cai Daizong and himself.

……

Time went back half an hour, in the dreamland of flowers.

"What's the matter? Why do I suddenly have the practice of Dugu Nine Swords in my mind?"

Hei Mao licked his paws to himself: "What's so strange about this? Someone has learned about this kung fu from "The Swordsman", and of course you, as the author, will understand it on your own."

Chen Luo looked puzzled: "Can my book be understood by others?"

"Of course. And by reading the book you wrote, you can also get mortal qi from it. As long as you find the Tao, other people can also learn and practice with mortal qi."

"Wait a minute." Chen Luo was a little stunned, "Can other people comprehend the mortal qi from the book I wrote?"

"Isn't this the rule of the Tao of Heaven? Any classic, as long as you recite it, you can gain strength from it. Of course, the books you wrote are also listed here!"

Chen Luo felt a mess in his heart. what is this? Shared cheats?

The black cat's movements suddenly stopped, his pupils lost focus for a moment, and then returned to normal. It looked at Chen Luo and said again: "Master, the spirit of the secret realm let me tell you, don't worry."

"As long as you have found the correct 'Tao', Master, you are the ancestor of the Tao, a line of saints."

"The more people who walk this path, the stronger you will only be."

"So, go and find that 'Tao'. As long as that 'Tao' is determined, this secret realm will truly be your help!"

……

"Dao!" Chen Luo muttered to himself.

"Young Master?" Seeing that Chen Luo was lost in thought, Ji Zhong pushed Chen Luo lightly. Chen Luo recovered and suddenly asked, "Can you use the Nine Swords of Dugu?"

Ji Zhong shook his head slightly: "There are only moves, no luck method. I tried to use the righteousness to display it, but I couldn't integrate it at all! By the way, son, look..."

Ji Zhong stretched out his hand and condensed the colorful mist the size of a soybean: "This is what I learned from the book, what's the use of this?"

"Well, actually..." When Chen Luo was about to find an excuse to perfunctory Ji Zhong, Xiao Huan suddenly rushed in.

"Master, Master Li from the county government office is here, let you go with him to participate in the ceremony of choosing the master of Wenxin..."

"Writing to choose the master? Isn't it tomorrow?" Chen Luo was taken aback and looked at Ji Zhong. Ji Zhong touched his head embarrassedly, and whispered, "Young Master, you compete with me, your soul is affected, and you have been in a coma for a day and a night..."

……

Wen Xin chose to officiate at the Confucian Temple Square in the east of the city. It is also a place for young children to be enlightened. Every autumn, there will be Xuezheng reciting the classics here. Now that I think about it, those scholars and politics should all be Confucian masters who have at least crossed the mountains and seas, and have reached the "enlightenment" in order to help young human children develop the talent of "reading through".

The square is very large, and can accommodate about 2,000 people. Master Li told Chen Luo that in order to participate in the selection of the officiating ceremony in Wan'an County, two conditions must be met.

First, a noble and righteous spirit is born in the body, but the highest can not exceed the realm of poetry;

Second, some of the three generations of the direct line were born in Wan'an County, and the participants were no more than 20 years old.

"In this way, there are 836 Confucian scholars who are really qualified to participate." Master Li said with a smile.

As Master Li walked from the avenue in the middle of the square to the viewing platform, Chen Luo felt as if he was in a pine forest. These young Confucian scholars, no matter their clothes are luxurious or shabby, everyone has their chests raised, their eyes are firm, as if a righteousness is rising from the top of their heads.

"The heavy snow weighs on the green pine, and the green pine is straight and straight!" For some reason, such a sentence suddenly appeared in Chen Luo's mind.

"That's great..." Chen Luo sighed.

Ji Zhong seemed to have heard Chen Luo's intentions, and said in a low voice, "No matter what happens in the future, whether it is a struggle for power or profit, or corruption. man of."

While speaking, Chen Luo had already boarded the viewing platform. There were also some people on the viewing platform, all of them famous people in Wan'an County. Chen Luo's predecessor had been staying at home and rarely dealt with outsiders, so Chen Luo just bowed to everyone perfunctorily and found a corner position by himself. On the contrary, many people looked curiously at this "resurrected" Chen family's little patriarch, and their eyes were full of inquiry.

"Young master, here we come." Ji Zhong reminded, Chen Luo followed Ji Zhong's reminder and looked up at the sky, Wei Yan held a jade box in his hand, and stood on the ancient car of "Zhu Yu soap cover" slowly coming, Cai Tongchen Step on the blue sky and support it on the side of the ancient chariot.

The entire Confucian Temple Square fell silent in an instant.

Wei Yan and Cai Tongchen came over the square and slowly landed on the high platform of the Confucian Temple. Wei Yan took a step forward, opened his mouth slightly, but made a thunderous sound.

"The Confucian school has asked, what is a scholar?"

All the Confucian scholars in the audience opened their mouths, and it was as if one person made a voice, and his voice entered the sky~www.novelbuddy.com~ Set up your mind for the heaven and the earth! "

"Let's live for the people!"

"For the sake of the sages of the past!"

"Peace for all the world!"

Wei Yan stepped forward again and said—

"The ancients said that death is immortal, what does it mean?"

"The supreme leader has established virtue, followed by meritorious deeds, and secondly has established words. Although it will not be abandoned for a long time, this is called immortality."

"Today, there are great teachers and great Confucians, who have transformed the way of life and condensed the immortal heart of language and literature."

"If there is someone who inherits his Tao, the great Confucian can look forward to it!"

"May all beings live up to the way in their hearts!"

After Wei Yan finished speaking, he bowed his head. All the Confucian scholars in the audience returned to worship at the same time, and the words in their mouths sounded like war drums.

"Don't dare to lose the world! Don't dare to lose the common people! Don't dare to lose the sages! Don't dare to lose the world"

Wei Yan opened the jade box in his hand, and suddenly the blue light burst out. A jade-colored ball the size of an apple slowly floated up from the jade box, and at the same time, the sound of reading the classics could be faintly heard.

"Choose the master with your heart, open!"

Wei Yan pointed at the Wenxin, and the Wenxin exploded, turning into countless blue lights and falling down in front of every scholar, turning into a small table with the Four Treasures of the Study on the table.

"What does this mean?" Chen Luo was puzzled, and Ji Zhong explained, "This is Wenxin's interpretation. Students use the four treasures of the study transformed by Wenxin to write down their own pursuits, and the articles that most fit the Wenxin will be selected. ."

But right here, a blue light suddenly landed in front of Chen Luo, turning into a small table with the four treasures of the study.

Chen Luo was taken aback, looked at Ji Zhong, Ji Zhong waved his hands repeatedly: "My ancestors have never been to Wan'an County, this is not for me."

Chen Luo was at a loss: It wasn't for you, could it be for me?

I don't have the righteousness!