"Master Li, I have something to ask you for advice." Walking on the rugged mountain road, Chen Luo found a topic to distract his thoughts in order not to think about the tiger demon's past.
"Master Chen, it's okay to just ask."
"I watched you fight with the tiger demon before. How come just one word can have the effect of a whole war poem?" Speaking of this, Chen Luo remembered the heroic scene of Master Li's golden sword emerging with one word.
"Hahahaha, that's what happened..." Chen Luo's words seemed to scratch Master Li's itch. Master Li laughed heartily and said, "I ignored it. I only talked about the cultivation of the demon clan with Patriarch Chen before. But he didn’t mention my Confucianism path of cultivation.”
"Appreciate further details."
"Confucianism also has clear realms of cultivation."
"This first state is called the 'self-viewing state'. The so-called 'read a book a hundred times and its meaning will be self-evident' refers to the fact that after truly reading a Confucian classic, 'awe-inspiring righteousness' can be born in the body."
"The Confucian scholar who is in the state of self-seeing has good night vision, his body is not stained by dust, and he is able to ward off evil spirits."
"The second state is called the 'writing state'. You can guide Haoran's righteousness to leave the body by writing elegant prose. This is also the foundation of war poetry. Therefore, Confucian scholars who have reached this state have the ability to attack through practicing war poetry."
"The third realm is called the 'Poetry Realm'. Confucian students in this realm need to create an elegant poem recognized by Heaven in order to break through. After reaching this realm, Heaven sends rewards, and Confucian scholars master the ability to 'Export into Chapters'. This 'Export into Chapters' ', a war poem can be condensed into a specific word. Although the whole poem is not read out, Tiandao still understands the poetic meaning contained in this word, thus forming a stronger and faster fighting power for Confucian scholars."
"Of course there is no shortage of geniuses in the world. Some people have just entered the state of writing, and they can create elegant poems by themselves, breaking through two states in a row. Therefore, some people refer to the two states together, saying, 'When the pen falls in the storm, the poem becomes weeping. spirits'."
"I am Nudu. I only entered the third realm five years ago. It took me another three years to integrate the "Golden Sword Poem" written by Grandmaster Qi Jue Shou Wang into one word. I am so ashamed and so ashamed..."
Chen Luo secretly noted in his mind that the demon clan has "purifying blood", "pure blood" and "refining blood"; the Confucian sect has "self-seeing", "writing pen" and "composing poems"; these are all basic cultivation paths. I don’t know what the differences are between Taoism and Buddhism, and what kind of cultivation system the northern barbarians, who have always been rumored to be mortal enemies of the human race, have?
It wasn't that Chen Luo suddenly had a thirst for knowledge, but that he also began to consider his future practice at this time. Zhong Kui said that his ability is closely related to his own ability. Presumably the same would be true if other book spirits were summoned.
I wonder if those miscellaneous books in the dreamy sea of flowers that do not exist in this world but are as vast as the sea can help me open up a different path of practice?
But there is no rush at this time. He traveled to this world for only five or six hours, and after solving the immediate problem, there will be plenty of time to explore and ponder later.
After retracting his divergent thoughts, Chen Luo continued to trek through Xixiu Mountain with Master Li. Perhaps it was due to the previous luck exploration, or perhaps it was Master Li who used his great power to kill the tiger monster. There was not a single one along the way. Beast interference.
After walking uphill for a while, Chen Luo saw that there was indeed a sunken cave on the mountainside. Chen Luo signaled to Master Li. Master Li nodded and recited softly: When the sun rises, the mist and dew remain, the green pines are like cream. .
As he finished chanting, a small ball of light slowly emerged behind Master Li's head, illuminating the scene ten steps around.
Chen Luo took advantage of the daylight summoned by Master Li and walked into the cave, Master Li followed closely. There were some shabby clothes in the cave. Chen Luo took a look and recognized that they must be Zhou Yong's clothes.
Chen Luo scanned around the cave and finally came to an area of rocks. He moved the rocks away one by one, took out his dagger and dug for a while, and finally saw a dark secret box. Chen Luo took out the secret box and handed it to Master Li: "This is it."
Master Li looked at the secret box, covered his body with a layer of awe-inspiring righteousness, and cautiously opened the box of the secret box.
In an instant, a blue light that was more majestic than Master Li's aura of righteousness instantly illuminated the entire cave. In this blue light, the sound of chanting the meaning of the sutra could be faintly heard.
"Immortal Literary Heart!" Master Li's face changed drastically when he saw what was in the box. Chen Luo took a step closer in confusion. Master Li's awe-inspiring righteousness suddenly became restless, as if Chen Luo was being targeted.
"Master Li!" Chen Luo shouted. Master Li turned around and looked at Chen Luo. Chen Luo was startled because he saw the murderous intent in Master Li's eyes. After a few seconds, Master Li suddenly took a deep breath, calmed his emotions, and closed the secret box. As the lid of the box was closed, the blue light that soared into the sky was also locked into the secret box...
"Principal Chen, I was in a state of uneasiness just now. I have offended many people. This Immortal Wenxin is of great importance. I want to inform you as soon as possible. Master Chen, I will take the first step after I take you out of the mountain. You and your family can return home on your own!" "
Chen Luo nodded and was about to answer when Master Li stepped forward and grabbed Chen Luo's arm, chanting "A little aura of awe, a thousand miles of joyful wind"! Chen Luo felt like he was stepping on a soft cloud. The wind in front of him hurt his face and made him unable to open his eyes. It wasn't until he felt this feeling disappear that he realized that he was already standing outside Xixiu Mountain, Chen Ping was standing in front of him, and Master Li had disappeared.
"Good guy, it takes two hours to go into the mountain and five minutes to come back." Chen Luo complained in his heart, looked at Chen Ping and asked, "Uncle Ping, do you know about Immortal Wenxin?"
"Immortal literary heart, that is a good thing!" Chen Ping said to Chen Luo while driving the car, "The master mentioned to me that those who can condense that thing must be at the Great Confucian realm. Going up to the Great Confucian realm, But he is a saint.”
"Confucianism and Buddhism are different. In addition to the realm of practice, there is a different realm that is independent of the realm of practice."
"Performing words, performing meritorious services, and establishing virtues, the master said these are called the Three Immortals!"
"As long as you complete one of them, you can condense the immortal literary heart! Even if the person dies, that thing can last forever. It carries the life of a great scholar and has endless wonderful uses."
"What? The rare treasure that the tiger demon received is the Immortal Wenxin?"
Chen Luo nodded slightly and said "Yeah".
When Chen Ping heard this, he waved his whip again: "The daring demon clan is the most precious treasure of our human race. No wonder the tiger demon was contaminated with the power of the human race's divine punishment just after being in contact with it for a long time."
"But young master, we have got him back anyway. As for who colluded with the Yihu lineage, and which scholar the immortal literary heart belongs to, these have nothing to do with us. We just need to deal with the threat of the tiger demon."
Chen Luo thought about it, he just happened to find the immortal literary heart at the right time, and he shouldn't worry about the big bosses involved in the three realms of Confucian immortality. If you have such thoughts, you might as well think about your own cultivation and Chen Xuan's eyes...
"By the way, Uncle Ping, now that the tiger demon has been eliminated, can all the servants be recalled? It feels weird to walk in such a big house for a long time without seeing anyone..."
"Isn't that right? The land outside the city hasn't been plowed yet, so we need to move it, otherwise we will miss the days and the harvest will be poor."
"I can't remember exactly how many maids I have here? Who is the personal maid? Who is the maid in charge of the common room?"
"Master, you are confused. You are alone, and you are usually taken care of by Xiao Huan."
"Well...my sister's eyesight is bad. Xiaohuan should take care of her full-time. Recruit a maid for me tomorrow. Forget it, you can call someone here and I will choose it myself..."
"Master, I'd better ask the lady about this."
"What? I am the head of the family, but I can't even be the head?"
"That... young master, this master, I really can't do it..."
While Chen Luo and Chen Ping were having a heated discussion about the maid, Cai Tongchen was already sitting in the middle hall and listening to Master Li's report.
Master Li said angrily: "Sir, the immortal literary heart is the work of the great scholar throughout his life. Someone actually traded it to the demon clan. This is intolerable. It must be reported to the imperial court and investigated strictly!"
Cai Tongchen looked solemn and nodded: "This is natural. But have you ever thought about it? There are countless immortal literary hearts enshrined in various university palaces and aristocratic families. As long as there is the slightest movement, people will be discovered. Counting that tiger The demon killings in the Chen family were delayed, and the Wenxin was stolen for at least a month. However, there are no rumors either in the court or in the scholars, which is almost impossible! Unless..."
Master Li thought of something and his expression changed: "You mean..."
Cai Tongchen nodded slightly: "Unbeknownst to us, a great scholar died..."
