"Your Highness, you really don't know?"
Zhao Tai looked at Lin Yi dubiously. The vision happened from the Zhoubao residence in the imperial city.
Those eight characters also successfully matched, which means that the vision in Yongfeng County was caused by His Royal Highness.
"If I knew this, would I still ask you?" Lin Yi said angrily.
Zhao Tai was silent, then took a deep breath and said truthfully: "Your Majesty knows because the vision caused by His Royal Highness at the Dayan Weekly Residence also happened in the sky above the Yongfeng County School!"
"Master Qin's school?" Lin Yi was slightly moved. Could it be that the eight words he wrote with a blue wolf pen at the weekly official residence appeared in Master Qin's place?
"kindness!"
Zhao Tai nodded and said: "According to the report of Long Wei, at the time when the vision appeared in the imperial city, the shadow of the saint condensed in the sky above Qin Confucius Academy..."
"Wait, you said the saint's shadow?" Lin Yi was stunned, this was beyond his understanding.
Why is the saint's shadow condensed?
Master Qin asked for a holy judge?
Or did you ask the Holy Judge yourself?
Zhao Tai nodded and said sternly: "Well, according to the report of Long Wei, the saint's shadow has a saint's book in his left hand and a saint's ruler in his right hand, and said 'Master Ran Deng, an unparalleled scholar in the country, a forefather of literature and art, bestowed with literature and art' Fruit position!’ This sentence!”
"Then Master Qin's whole person was shrouded in golden light..."
After listening to Zhao Tai's words, Lin Yi gently put down the tea cup, unable to hide the shock in his eyes.
'The First Sage gave me the Saint's Ruler, and now he has given Master Qin the literary and Taoist status. In addition...the Saint's Ruler and the Saint's Book are not in my soul? '
Lin also fell into deep thought.
Why does this happen?
What is certain is that the 'Ren Deng Master, Unparalleled Scholar of the Country' was indeed made by his own hands.
This is more like my own recognition of Master Qin.
Unparalleled national scholar!
But what shocked Lin Yi was how could the vision that occurred after he wrote those eight words affect Master Qin?
"Could it be that... I wrote those eight words with the Qinglang pen, which resonated with the world, and then the rules of literature and art were manifested, and that scene happened?"
Lin Yi thought this in his heart.
Apart from that, he couldn't think of any other reason.
"What is the level of literary attainment?"
Lin has also studied the True Explanation of Literature and Dao of the Holy Academy, but there is no explanation in this regard.
But the fruition status... According to his understanding, this should be a Buddhist saying in the previous life, which means that one has attained the Tao through practice and has achieved the right fruition status.
As for whether there is such a statement in Shengwen Continent, Lin also has to find the answer from history.
Zhao Tai shook his head, "I don't know either, so after the strange phenomenon occurred in Yongfeng County, I immediately reported to His Majesty and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince!"
"kindness!"
Lin Yi nodded slightly, and then said: "Send someone to protect Master Qin's safety, and also arrange for an imperial doctor to check Master Qin's condition?"
Zhao Tai nodded and said, "Yes!"
Lin Yi waved his hand, "I know, let's go down!"
"yes!"
Zhao Tai bowed and bowed, then retreated.
Lin Yi then called Mei Chunguang, "Change your clothes and go to Taishan Academy!"
Soon the palace maids entered the palace one by one to change Lin Yi's clothes. His strong body and muscles full of lines made the palace ladies blush with embarrassment.
…
at the same time.
In the Holy Courtyard.
"Li Shengzi!"
A bachelor from Tianshu Academy hurried to the Holy Son Hall, looking anxious and nervous.
Li Xiyang was playing chess with the Eighth Son Li Wenbo. When he heard someone shouting in the Son's Hall, he couldn't help but frown.
"Li Shengzi?" Li Wenbo held the chess piece in his hand without letting it fall, and looked at Li Xiyang.
"I'll be with you later."
Li Xiyang looked outside the hall and said in a deep voice: "Come in!"
The door opened, and the bachelor of Tianshu Academy entered the hall in a panic, bowing to Li Xiyang.
Li Xiyang didn't wait for the other party to speak, and scolded: "What do you look like in a panic? You are actually embarrassing Tianshu Academy. If you are one ten thousandth like the Holy Son of Wenbo, I can laugh out of my dreams!"
Li Wenbo was stunned for a moment and said quickly: "Students are ashamed!"
Hearing this, Li Xiyang even said: "Look, Saint Wenbo is now the eighth Saint of the Holy Academy. He still calls himself a student, which shows that he has not forgotten his original intention. You..."
"This Holy Son really hates the fact that iron cannot become steel. Tell me what it is about!"
That day, the Privy Councilor's face was ugly, green and white, and he said: "A strange phenomenon occurred in the Imperial City and Yongfeng County of Huatian Prefecture!"
Li Xiyang frowned slightly, "Mingzhou Mingfu poems?"
Li Wenbo became a little curious. Could it be that he has published another Mingfu poem?
"no!"
The bachelor of Tianshu Academy quickly shook his head and said: "There is a phantom of a saint in Yongfeng County, and he has lowered the rules of civility..."
bass!
Li Xiyang stood up suddenly and stared at the Privy Councilor that day, "The shadow of the saint? Who is asking for the Holy Inquisition?"
Li Wenbo felt his heart pounding, and he immediately thought of Lin Yi.
The academician of Tianshu Academy said: "It is not a request for a holy judge, but the phantom of a saint to grant the status of enlightenment to non-scholarships of the Holy Academy!"
"What?"
Li Xiyang was stunned, and his body was trembling slightly, "If you are not a bachelor of the Holy Academy, how can the rules of liberal arts grant you the status of liberal arts?"
Li Wenbo asked curiously: "Li Shengzi, what is the level of literary attainment?"
Li Xiyang explained patiently, "This is a kind of blessing given by Wen Dao to some people who have made great contributions to Wen Dao. After death, such people will return to the embrace of Wen Dao rules and turn into the remnants of the ancestors, even if they are While alive, it is invulnerable to all attacks, and scholars cannot harm a single hair!"
"Because he was favored by heaven. Normally, this kind of status and literary rules are a blessing to ordinary scholars, but will not happen to scholars with a literary heart."
Li Wenbo was moved.
Ordinary scholar?
That probably has nothing to do with me, but it is simply a miracle that ordinary people can be blessed by the rules of literature and art.
"The other party must have made a great contribution to literature!" Li Wenbo said with a chuckle.
"uncertain!"
Li Xiyang narrowed his eyes and shook his head slightly.
"Not necessarily?" Li Wenbo was stunned for a moment.
Li Xiyang explained: "The rules of Wen Dao follow a kind of law. It has no thought. To confer Wen Dao status, a saint usually writes a memorial to communicate the Wen Dao rules with his talent, and then the Wen Dao rules give blessings. This is also Edict!"
"Non-saints are not qualified!"
Li Wenbo was shocked. It turned out that blessing was equivalent to the saint finalizing it first and then communicating the rules of culture.
Finally, the Wen Dao Rules issued an edict.
But the premise is that the person who is blessed must do exactly what the saint said in his life, and then he can succeed.
Li Xiyang looked at the bachelor of the Privy Council that day and said, "Who is Cha? Try to invite him to the Holy Court to help boost the luck of our Holy Court!"
"At the last Taishan Holy Meeting, the Holy Court's luck was too bad. If this person is used by the Holy Court, he will be of great use!"
Li Xiyang and Zhong Zizheng were in charge of the Holy Court, so they naturally shouldered the great plan of revitalizing the Holy Court.
As for the Holy Lord.
There is no movement yet, no one knows... whether the Holy Master can survive this disaster.
