'First grandmother? '
Lin Yi quickly realized that she was the wife of the founder of Dayan, the emperor of the Confucian Temple today.
"First grandmother." Lin Yi said respectfully.
The first grandmother smiled with a kind face. She stretched out her holy hand, and a ray of holy light swept over Lin Yi's body, as if she was touching his forehead warmly.
But in the eyes of others, it's different.
"Good guy!"
"A saint caressing the head is a first-class gift!"
There are great Confucians and Taoists who are familiar with history.
"Good boy, I have to go back. I shouldn't have come this time, and I also know that you still have a poem to write, but what I want to tell you is, don't take this opportunity to get into the first rank!"
"Why?"
Lin Yi was puzzled.
Because of the Heavenly Tribulation and these two poems, the talent in his body has skyrocketed. He was thinking about entering the first rank with the last poem, but what he didn't expect was that the arrival of his first grandmother told him not to use this poem to enter the first rank. Why?
Wouldn't it be possible to better cope with the crisis mentioned by the ancestors by increasing our strength?
Lin also couldn't figure it out.
The first grandmother shook her head and continued to transmit the message: "My child, if it were anyone else, I would not care, but your first rank is too important."
"Can you tell me more specifically?"
"No, the secret must not be leaked, let alone..." The first grandmother looked at the ring in Lin Yi's hand meaningfully: "When the time comes, someone will tell you."
After saying this, the image of the female saint gradually disappeared, but there was still a trace of the saint's mark, which was a recognition of this poem passed down from generation to generation.
At the same time, the two visions attracted each other and began to merge. The nine-colored auspicious clouds that had covered most of the Holy Continent began to expand again, gradually covering the entire continent!
After the complete merger, the image of the saint also appeared in front of everyone!
"Visions from saints are rare!"
All the scribes exclaimed, seeing that the strong men of the third and fourth grades were beginning to comprehend, they also hurriedly observed the vision and began to enlighten.
This opportunity is unique, don't miss it!
At this time, Lin also observed the sky. The thunderclouds showed signs of dissipation and seemed to disappear soon.
"There is still the last part of Fukuzawa's Rain. I have to hurry up. Chilingzi is still waiting for him to deal with." Lin Yi whispered.
Just when he finished writing his second poem, his literary palace expanded and his soul grew. His consciousness could cover tens of thousands of miles. In the blink of an eye, he could see the traces of the Three Saints of Dayu and Chi Lingzi. All in different directions.
After thinking for a moment, Lin Yi understood what was going on.
Chi Lingzi must have used some secret method to prevent the three saints from sensing her location, so they tracked her separately.
"After writing this last song, go and kill her. It is not a pity to die for the remaining human beings!"
Lin Yi made a move, and a piece of top-quality rice paper appeared in front of him again.
As for what poems he wanted to write, he had already thought about it.
The first one is a poem about seven killings, which he intended to keep as a self-defense calligraphy treasure. The second one is a poem related to learning, and is intended to be placed in Taishan College for people to understand. This third poem, Lin Yixiang In the Dayan Palace, everything Lin Yunhong did was to let him ascend to the throne and become the new emperor of Dayan.
And Lin Yi wants to tell the world what a moral person is and what a righteous person is!
If he were the emperor, he would definitely eliminate the unhealthy tendencies in the world and promote the voice of heroes in the world!
I also tell the officials that they must be clear-minded, solidify the foundation of the country, and move forward courageously for the stability of the world!
He wants to bring peace to all generations!
And this poem by Li Bai just explains all this.
Before writing, Lin Yi was still reciting this poem silently in his heart, integrating into the scene in the poem, and the scene of Dongting Lake in his previous life seemed to appear in front of his eyes. After a while, his emotions were in place, and he decisively touched the pen with ink, showing off his heroic spirit!
Wow!
Everyone was in an uproar again!
Unexpectedly, Lin Yi would continue to write, but this time... there was no talent and auspicious clouds, and no other visions appeared.
But what they don’t know is!
Lin Yi only wrote half a sentence!
Above the void, the wind and clouds suddenly thundered, and the silent dark void was covered with unknown matter, becoming restless!
Wind, rain, thunder, fire, earth and other strange phenomena appeared in the void!
The talented and auspicious cloud under it is more like a tray, as if it is holding something up. Gradually, the base of a temple begins to appear!
In the whole audience, only Zhang Tianli, the elder of the outer sect of the Dao Sect that day, was touched and couldn't help shouting: "Impossible!"
Everyone else looked aside. Only then did Zhang Tianli realize that he had lost his composure and quickly put away his embarrassed expression. Zhang Tiankuo, a young man in blue robe beside him, asked in confusion: "Uncle, what's wrong?"
Zhang Tianli swallowed his throat and his voice was a little trembling: "The essential sign is that the Confucian Temple is about to appear and the saint is coming. This is a sign of the emergence of Mingyu Poetry!"
"What!"
Zhang Tiankuo was dumbfounded, and a numbness surged into his heart from the soles of his feet.
Although he couldn't see it, he didn't doubt Zhang Tianli's words at all, because his uncle would not lie to him, and what was more, something that could affect his state of mind was definitely not easy!
"He...he can actually write Mingyu's poem, doesn't that mean that his talent for cultivation is comparable to that of Senior Brother Tianzhi!"
At this time, Zhang Tiankuo's voice became stammering, and then he was so discouraged that he wanted to cry!
at the same time!
Under Lin Yi's writing, the talent in his body also swelled to the top, and the hand holding the pen trembled slightly. That was because he was constantly suppressing his talent, preventing it from breaking through to the first level.
After all, the First Grandmother personally told me that this first-grade one cannot be broken through.
The poem is not long, only six sentences. It is coming to an end, and the projection of the Confucian Temple above the void is getting clearer and clearer.
Suddenly, everyone saw a saint coming!
"What's going on? There is no vision, but a saint comes again. Could it be that the vision from the previous poem is still continuing?"
"I don't know... look, there's more than just a saint!"
"Oh my God, two, three, four!"
"..."
Wow!
For a moment, everyone was stunned!
Above the auspicious clouds, ten images of saints actually appeared!
Ten Saints!
The Ten Saints are coming!
This scene is simply unforgettable!
At this time, Dayu, Jiang Ziya and Wang Yangming, who were tracking Chi Lingzi, all felt their souls shaken. They looked back in the direction they came from, and at a glance they saw the astonishing vision of the Ten Saints coming!
Of course they know what it is!
"The projection of the Confucian Temple, the ten saints coming to worship, is Ming Yu's poem!" Jiang Ziya could not care about anything else anymore, turned around and rushed straight away, Ming Yu's poem was released, he definitely didn't want to miss it!
The same is true for Dayu and Wang Yangming. After chasing for so long, they still can't detect the trace of the demon girl Chi Lingzi. I'm afraid she has already escaped. Since the mission failed, it is better to go back and read the poem of Mingyu first. Maybe it will be a miracle to enter the first rank!
call out! call out! call out!
Three figures rushed back at extremely fast speeds.
"The poem of Mingyu! It was indeed written by Master Lin!" Old Yu was in tears and felt very emotional!
Jiang Ziya couldn't help but his eyes trembled: "The first two poems handed down from ancient times were also written by Master Lin! If I recognize Master Lin, I, Jiang Ziya, will have no regrets in this life!"
Wang Yangming was also shocked: "Use blessings as ink to write poems that will be passed down to the world and make the world famous!"
The three of them hung in the air and began to understand the rules of literature and Taoism through visions.
At their level, watching Zhenguo's poems can increase their cultivation, the vision of poems handed down from ancient times can improve their understanding of the rules of literature, and the vision of watching Mingyu's poems is no less than directly copying ten poems handed down from ancient times. The benefits of poetry!
In other words, this Mingyu poem is the most beneficial to Ya Sheng!
Scholars under the Holy Spirit will gain more!
"They are living saints! They also came to realize enlightenment!"
