"I have seen Wen Xiang and Wan Anbo."
"I've seen Wenxiang. Little friend Chen is here fine."
"I've met Wen Xiang. Wan Anbo comes to my house to talk about it when he has time."
…
Everyone greeted Yan Baichuan and Chen Luo one after another. Some of the scholars and masters present were third-rank officials, and some were hereditary earls and marquises, so they called Chen Luo various names. The Prime Minister nodded, and Chen Luo walked in with salutes. Confucian Temple.
The Confucian Temple is not a simple hall, but a large building divided into several entrances. The first thing you enter is the Jiaohua Hall. There are statues of children sitting in front of desks, making chanting gestures. When you walk into the Jiaohua Hall, you seem to hear the sound of young children chanting.
Walk out of the Jiaohua Hall and enter the Wansheng Temple. Here, statues stand against the wall, surrounding the east, west, north and south. Each statue has a different shape and is surrounded by a special aura.
"The statues here are all semi-saint statues of Sheng Yun." Yan Baichuan introduced softly, "Although each family has an ancestral hall to worship, the holy will can only be condensed in the Confucian Temple."
"None of the half-saints of the human race have died at the end of their lives. They all died for the human race."
"Xunzi once said that in the infinite years, he would rather die than tens of thousands of semi-saints in exchange for the eternal survival of the human race. Therefore, this temple is called the Ten Thousand Saints Temple."
Chen Luo nodded and bowed to these human half-saints one by one. The people accompanying him did not rush them. 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 followed Wen Xiang through a square and entered the Void Temple.
Those who are semi-saint or above, but have not yet become saints, are respected as virtual saints.
The statues in the Void Temple are much fewer than those in the Ten Thousand Temples, with only sixteen statues. Among them are Xunzi, Han Feizi, Mozi, Suzi, Luzi, Simazi, etc., all the founders of the same theory.
"The holy meaning of Xusheng does not require the power of the cultural context and the Confucian family, but can be condensed on its own. Therefore, most of them fall into the clan ancestral halls of each family." Yan Baichuan said, "Erecting the statue here is to accept the scholars from all over the world. Worship and use the power of Xusheng to protect the prosperity of culture."
Chen Luo was taught and worshiped one by one again, finally stopping at a statue that looked to be about forty years old, with a smile on its face that made people look at it like spring breeze.
"This is the statue of Saint Fangxu." Wen Xiang said, "The canonization of Saint Fang was blocked by the barbarians. The high priest of Mantian Palace came in person to bless the power of Barbarian Heaven, and his strength was almost close to that of human saints. Saint Fang and his He returned with the other two semi-saint-level priests, and thus the saint died. Therefore, he stayed in the position of virtual saint."
"Fang Sheng was strict with himself throughout his life, upright and solemn, and rarely smiled. This was the last moment before his death, the smile he showed to his fellow half-sages was recorded and engraved by the half-sage."
Chen Luo looked at the statue with a gentle smile on his face, as if he could see this saint, who was almost the fifth saint of the human race, having shed the last drop of blood for the human race, but smiling generously and freely. At this time, Chen Luo had no grudge against the Fang family, only respect for the ancestors of the human race. He bowed earnestly to the statue of Fang Sheng, but in the middle of the salute, Chen Luo couldn't bend his waist, as if a force prevented Chen Luo from worshiping Fang Sheng.
Everyone's expressions changed, and then dissatisfaction appeared on their faces, and Yan Baichuan's eyes flashed with anger.
"presumptuous!"
It turned out that the Fang family, who were tens of thousands of miles away, used the holy will of Fang Xu to prevent Chen Luo from visiting!
Chen Luo stood up and looked at the statue of Fang Sheng again, and saw a hint of apology in the smile!
Chen Luo let out a long sigh, bowed his hands and saluted again. This time he no longer bowed, but stood still for a moment, then signaled to Yan Baichuan that it was okay.
Yan Baichuan was still angry and said: "Holy will is rare, but the Fang family did this at the expense of holy will. Wenchang Pavilion will definitely pursue it to the end."
"No need!" Chen Luo smiled lightly, "One day, I will go to the Fang family ancestral temple in person to worship Saint Fang!"
…
Walking out of the Xusheng Temple is the last hall in the Confucian Temple: the Holy Temple.
In the Holy Temple, unlike the previous statues standing against the wall, there are only four holy statues here, with their backs facing north and south. In the middle is a statue that is one size larger than the other statues. With their backs facing north and south, the statue is taller. Majestic, with big ears and shoulders, his hands are above his knees, holding a bamboo slip in his left hand and a pen knife in his right hand, looking up at the sky.
This is the statue of the most holy Confucius.
Below the statue of Confucius, there are three slightly smaller statues of saints, namely the statue of Mencius, the statue of Yanzi, and the statue of Zengzi.
Chen Luo worshiped one by one. When Chen Luo finished his worship, Miao Zhu of the Confucian Temple who was waiting at the side stepped forward, and Chen Luo quickly saluted. When he came here, Yan Baichuan had specially told him that the consecration of this Confucian Temple should be done by senior Confucian scholars. Because they have experienced the holy meaning of each holy statue all the year round, the hope of being promoted to a semi-saint is one point higher than that of others. Kong Chengyong, a great Confucian scholar, is appointed as the temple consecrator, so we must not neglect him.
"You're welcome, Chen Xiaoyou." Kong Chengyong returned the salute, "Your honorable master once taught me a favor, so there's no need to be polite."
Then, Kong Chengyong looked at Yan Baichuan again: "Prime Minister Wen, the invitation to the saint has been arranged."
Yan Baichuan nodded: "Let's go then."
…
Following Kong Chengyong, everyone came to a Bagua Square, which was surrounded by pines and cypresses and full of greenery. Three blank stone tablets were erected on the Bagua Square. Kong Chengyong deliberately explained to Chen Luo, who had just arrived, that the so-called asking for a saint was actually to let the holy spirit be placed in the soul of poetry, and then the soul of poetry was transformed into the spirit of the cultural treasure. But every call to the Holy Will consumes the Holy Will, so it is not easy to call on the Holy Will. This time, Wenchang Pavilion and Confucian Temple made detailed calculations and finally determined the number of three half-life cultural treasures.
In other words, all those who participate in the pilgrimage can only contribute a maximum of three poems.
Of course, if someone has taken the lead in asking for the Holy Will, the number of places to offer poems will be reduced.
This request for a saint is not without its benefits. Needless to say, the reward from Wenchang Pavilion is just that if the request for a saint is successful, you will get a trace of the holy aura. This aura can be used for oneself, illuminating the confusion of consciousness, and can also be given to others. It can make people's ears and eyesight sharp, draw inferences from one instance, and can also be integrated into treasures to gain a trace of the power of the holy way. In short, there are many benefits.
Leng Hanbing has already accepted four bets at this time. If he wins, he will be full and collect four great Confucian cultural treasures. If he loses, he will not only have to take the cultural treasures he won from Qi Kexiu, but also Paste three pieces upside down. But at this time, he was not worried at all. He walked up to the other people who wanted to offer poems to the saints and said, "I suggest you write poems before Wan Anbo, otherwise you may not even be able to go up and speak!"
Everyone was slightly moved when they heard Leng Hanbing's words, but one scholar snorted coldly. This great scholar was named Luo Sanqiu. He had been famous for a long time and was always proud of his poetic talent. Regarding Chen Luo's poems, it was once suspected that they were ghostwritten by people in the bamboo forest to help him become famous. This view was once widely accepted. But as Chen Luo's famous poems came out one after another, his face was almost swollen, but he couldn't let go of his face. Whenever someone asked him to comment on Chen Luo's poems, he thought they were Insulting yourself.
Now that Chen Luo was right in front of him, Luo Sanqiu also held his breath. Besides, I am very confident this time. As long as my poetry overwhelms Chen Luo, then I will have my face back. Then as a senior, I will "occasionally" talk about the previous misunderstanding with Chen Luo, and everyone will laugh it off. , isn’t it beautiful?
With such a plan, Luo Sanqiu would naturally not think that he was inferior to Chen Luo and write poems first, so he said to Leng Hanbing: "I am a great scholar, how can I take away the stage for juniors to show their talents? Let him come first, I’ll do it last.”
Leng Hanbing looked at Luo Sanqiu and his eyes lit up: Big fat sheep!
Leng Hanbing quickly came up and said, "Brother Luo, do you want to take a gamble?"
Luo Sanqiu had heard Leng Hanbing's gambling method a long time ago. He hesitated for a moment and shook his head: "I don't do things like this that take advantage of others."
Leng Hanbing suddenly became anxious. Why are you taking advantage of others' danger?
It was me who took advantage of others' danger!
Leng Hanbing said quickly: "Yes, Wan Anbo is a genius in poetry. It is not too difficult to please two saints with one poem. Luo Daru should not lose the treasure in vain!"
Luo Daru frowned, thought for a while, and said nothing.
Leng Hanbing turned around and left, sighing and saying: "It turns out that Luo Daru is also optimistic about Wan Anbo's ability to accomplish the feat of two saints in one poem, and he and I are on the same path."
"Wait!" Luo Sanqiu shouted.
Who knows what your reputation is now, Leng Hanbing.
Wan Anbo is the first to play Confucianism!
Who wants to be a fellow-minded person with you?
Do you still want face?
"I bet!"
"Okay!" Leng Hanbing skilfully wrote a gambling ticket in the air and sent it to Luo Sanqiu, "I've made the decision and I won't regret it!"
Luo Sanqiu took the gambling ticket and snorted again: "I'm afraid you won't have anything to lose to me then!"
Leng Hanbing laughed: "Don't worry, I, Leng, still have some savings, hahahahaha..."
…
While Leng Hanbing was walking around, Yan Baichuan waved his sleeves, and three light groups appeared on the Bagua Square. The light dispersed, revealing three semi-holy treasures.
A wooden sword, a white brick, and a pair of calligraphy and painting.
"This wooden sword was made by Hong Sheng. It is based on ten thousand-year-old cypress wood and is nurtured on the basis of a gentleman's fearlessness."
"This white brick is an ordinary brick on the city wall of Dang'an City. Wan Sheng picked it up under the city wall when he traveled for the first time. He carried it with him so as not to forget his hometown. Later Wan Sheng conceived it and raised it to half Holy magic weapon. After the death of the All Saint Saint, the white brick was retrieved by our Wenchang Pavilion."
"This third piece was originally painted based on "The Charcoal Seller" by the former Lotte layman. It was only tainted by the traitor during the battle to capture the traitorous prime minister sixty years ago. Both the dirty official and the old man in the picture have disappeared. , only bullock carts remain.”
"It is best to recite relevant verses to maximize the power of the cultural treasure."
"Please Holy, start!"
After Yan Baichuan finished speaking, he exited the square.
At this time, Chen Luo was about to step forward, but a man stood in front of Chen Luo: "Brother Chen, your literary talent is extraordinary. Once you come on stage, I'm afraid I won't be of any use. Why don't you let me go first?"
Chen Luo took a look and saw that the other person was a master from an academy. He had met him once before, so he nodded.
To be honest, Qing Sheng's spiritual light reward is not particularly important to him, a non-Confucian sect.
Mainly because I want to contribute to the human race!
However, after the master went up, he wrote three poems on the stone tablet in succession. After a while, the three poems disappeared, and the petition failed.
Immediately afterwards, someone came forward again, and this time a poem stayed on the stone tablet for a while, but eventually disappeared.
"It's a bit difficult this time!" someone murmured, "That's okay for Bai Jian. How can I inscribe a half-broken painting and a brick?"
"There's nothing we can do about it. The papers participating in the petition are all lined up, and we can't choose. Otherwise, it would be desecrating the cultural treasure."
"What number is this?"
"This is the sixth one. There are only Wan Anbo and Luo Daru behind."
"They should be able to do it. At least one of them can be invited."
"It's hard to say! Asking for a saint is no better than others. Although the saint's will has no spiritual wisdom, it still has preferences for likes and dislikes. It does not mean that good literary talent will definitely lead to success. Unless you really understand a semi-sage, you will try to invite that person. Zuncai has a certain degree of certainty.”
"So, there is hope for Luo Daru. His master is a half-saint who died of a saint. Could it be that he wants to invite his master?"
"We'll see."
At this time, Chen Luo looked at himself and another sixty-year-old scholar at the edge of Bagua Square, and politely asked the other person to come first. Luo Sanqiu waved his hand: "You are a junior, no need to be polite, go ahead!"
Chen Luo was a little surprised. This scholar has such a strong character!
So he was not polite and walked to the three blank stone tablets.
Chen Luo's eyes flashed in front of the three cultural treasures, and he had already made plans in his mind.
Luo Sanqiu looked at Chen Luo's eyes, focused his eyes on the cypress sword, and nodded slightly in his heart.
Sure enough, we have to start with the cypress sword.
Time knows the pines and cypresses, and this cypress wood sword is naturally the best to write about.
Just still young.
There are many poems praising pines and cypresses, and the Holy Spirit has long been used to them. How can you stand out?
too young!
Naturally, Chen Luo didn't know what Luo Sanqiu was thinking. He picked up the pen, took a deep breath, and started writing.
All the eyes in the square were fixed on Chen Luo's pen seal, and they silently recited the poems written by Chen Luo in their hearts——
"The north wind blows and blows the cypress branches in front of my garden."
"The tree is strong and not afraid of the wind, and its moral integrity is still strong."
"I have endured all the ice and frost, but my heart will never waver, and the sun and scenery are getting better."
"The idle flowers and wild grass are still in full bloom, but what will happen to the cypress branches when the wind blows them?"
"How long will it take when the north wind blows?"
As soon as he finished writing, the stone tablet suddenly shone brightly, and at the same time, the Bagua symbols on the Bagua Square lit up one after another.
"The Eight Diagrams are all bright, the request to the Holy Spirit is successful!"
"A holy will has come!"
"Although this poem is less literary, it has extraordinary meaning!"
"Not to stand out with literary talent and artistic conception, but to portray a sharp and self-sustaining image of perseverance and integrity that is not afraid of wind and frost!"
"Yes, when the north wind blows, doesn't it mean that the northern barbarians are approaching? When the north wind blows, it can't blow down the pines and cypresses. When winter comes, how far can the sun and spring be? We and other humans are resolute and unyielding. Let's see how long the north wind of the barbarians can blow. ?”
"Look, everyone, who is the Holy Will?"
Everyone looked at the Bagua diagram in the center of the Bagua Square. The Yin-Yang fish rotated, and a blue figure emerged slightly.
"How long can the north wind blow?"
"I, Su Wu, am willing to defend the Northern Territory for the human race for another three hundred years!"
An old and deep voice sounded.
"Su Saint! It's Half Saint Su Wu!" Everyone exclaimed.
According to historical records, during the "Human" Dynasty, a half-saint named Su Wu transformed himself into a screen and trapped three barbarians in the endless ice fields of the Northern Territory for three hundred years! The "human" North Korean counterattack on the barbarians involved one-tenth of the barbarians' combat power.
Su Wu's holy will stepped forward and blended into the stone tablet. Immediately, the poetic culture in the stone tablet became a ray of light and shot into the cypress sword. A cold half-saint pressure came from the cypress sword.
Everyone bowed and saluted: "Young descendants of the human race, thank you for being half-saint Su Wu!"
The cypress sword circled around and flew behind Chen Luo. Chen Luo also bowed and saluted, and then his eyes fell on the ruined painting...
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