Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading - Chapter 184
[Chapter 181 Sword Brick Painting]
“I have met Wen Xiang, I have seen Wan Anbo.”
“I have seen Wen Xiang, Chen Xiaoyou is fine.”
“I have seen Wen Xiang, Wan Anbo will come to my house to talk about it when I have time.”
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Everyone greeted Yan Baichuan and Chen Luo one after another. The great Confucians and masters present, some were third-rank officials, some were hereditary earls and marquises, so they called Chen Luo in various ways. Wenxiang nodded, and Chen Luo saluted all the way Walk into the Confucian Temple.
The Confucian Temple is not a simple hall, but a large building with several entrances. The first step is to enter the Hall of Enlightenment, where statues of children sit in front of the desks, making chanting gestures, and walking into the Hall of Enlightenment, as if they heard the voices of young children chanting.
Walk out of the Hall of Enlightenment, and then enter the Hall of All Saints, where statues stand against the walls, surrounding the east, west, north, south, and each statue has a different shape, surrounded by a special charm.
“The statues here are all semi-sacred images of Shengyun.” Yan Baichuan introduced softly, “Although each family has an ancestral hall to enshrine, the sacred meaning can only be condensed in the Confucian Temple.”
“This temple is semi-sacred, so far there is no one All of them died for the human race.”
“Back then, Xunzi once said that in endless years, he would rather die tens of thousands of semi-sages in exchange for the eternal existence of the human race. Therefore, this hall is called the Hall of All Saints. ”
Chen Luo nodded, and bowed to these human half-sages one by one, and the accompanying people did not rush, they knew that this was Chen Luo’s first time here, so they waited patiently.
After half a quarter of an hour, Chen Luo finished saluting, followed Wen Xiang through a square, and entered the Hall of True Sacredness.
There are far fewer statues in the Temple of the True Temple than in the Temple of All Saints. Among them are Xunzi, Hanfeizi, Mozi, Suzi, Luzi, Simazi, etc., all of whom are the founders of the theory of one family.
“The sacred meaning of this place does not require the power of the context and the Confucian family, but can be condensed by itself. Therefore, most of them fall into the clan ancestral halls of various families.” Yan Baichuan said, “The statues erected here are to accept sacrifices from scholars all over the world. Worship, with the power of the holy emptiness, protect the prosperity of Wen Yun.”
Chen Luo was taught, and worshiped one by one again, and finally stopped at a statue that looked only about forty years old, with a smile on his face, making people look like a spring breeze.
“This is the image of Fang Xusheng.” Wen Xiang said, “Those who are half-sage and above, who have not entered the realm of saints, but have made great contributions to the human race, will be conferred the title of Xu Sheng, and will also enter the true temple.
” Self-discipline, upright and dignified, rarely smiles. This is the last moment before his death as a saint, his smile to the half-sage of his clan was recorded by the half-sage and carved into an image.”
Chen Luo looked at the statue with a slightly smiling face, as if seeing this Wei Xusheng shed the last drop of blood for the human race, but smiled generously and freely. At this time, Chen Luo didn’t have any enmity with the Fang family in his mind, only respect for the sages of the human race. He earnestly bowed to the statue of Fang Sheng, but only halfway through the salute, Chen Luo couldn’t bow down, as if there was a force preventing Chen Luo from worshiping Fang Sheng.
Everyone’s complexion changed, and dissatisfaction appeared on their faces, and Yan Baichuan’s eyes flashed with anger.
“Presumptuous!”
It turned out that Fang’s family was tens of thousands of miles away, using Fang Xu’s sacred will to prevent Chen Luo from paying homage!
Chen Luo stood up, looked at the statue of Fang Sheng again, and saw a trace of apology in that smile!
Chen Luo let out a long sigh, bowed his hands again, this time he did not bow, 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, and the Fang family did this at the expense of the holy will. Wenchang Pavilion must investigate to the end.”
“No need!” Chen Luo smiled lightly, “One day, I will go Fang Family Ancestral Temple, pay homage to Fang Sheng!”
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Walking out of the True Sacred Hall, you will find the last hall in the Confucian Temple: the Most Sacred Hall.
In the most holy hall, unlike the previous statues standing against the wall, there are only five holy statues here, facing north and facing south, and in the middle is a statue that is one size larger than the other statues, facing north and facing south. Majestic, with big ears and shoulders, hands over knees, holding bamboo slips in left hand, pen knife in right hand, looking up at the sky.
This is the statue of the most holy Confucius.
Below the statue of Confucius, there are four statues of slightly smaller sages, namely Mencius, Yan Zi, Zeng Zi, and Zisi.
Chen Luo worshiped one by one, and when Chen Luo finished worshiping, the Confucian Temple Miaozhu who was waiting on the side stepped forward, and Chen Luo hurriedly saluted. When he came here, Yan Baichuan had specially told him that the conservatorship of this Confucian Temple should be held by a senior Confucian, because he has experienced the sacred meaning of the holy statues all the year round, so the hope of being promoted to semi-sacred is one point higher than others. This Miaozhu is Kong Chengyong, a great scholar of the Confucian family, and he must not be neglected.
“Chen Xiaoyou, you are welcome.” Kong Chengyong returned a salute, “Master has taught me, so there is no need to be polite.”
Then, Kong Chengyong looked at Yan Baichuan again: “Mr. Wen, the invitation to the saint has been arranged.”
Yan Baichuan nodded : “Then let’s go.”
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Following Kong Chengyong, everyone came to a gossip square. The square was surrounded by pines and cypresses and was full of greenery. Three blank stone tablets were erected on the gossip square. Kong Chengyong intends to explain to Chen Luo, who has just arrived, that the so-called invitation to the saint is actually to entrust the holy meaning in the soul of poetry, and then turn the soul of poetry into the spirit of the treasure of literature. But every call to the Holy Will is a heavy consumption of the Holy Will, so it is not easy to invite the Holy Will. This time, Wenchang Pavilion and Confucian Temple finally determined the number of three semi-sacred cultural treasures after detailed planning.
In other words, all those who participate in the holy invitation can only present three poems at most.
Of course, if someone has already asked for the holy will first, the number of places for offering poems will be reduced.
This invitation to the saint is not without benefits, not to mention the rewards of Wenchang Pavilion, but if the invitation to the saint is successful, you will get a trace of holy rhyme aura. This aura can be used on oneself, illuminating the confusion of consciousness, and it can also be given to others. It can make people hear and see clearly, draw inferences about other cases from one instance, and can also be integrated into treasures to gain a little power of the holy way. In short, there are many benefits.
Leng Hanbing has already taken four bets at this time. If he wins, he will eat four great Confucian cultural treasures once he is full. If he loses, he will not only have to take advantage of the cultural treasures he won from Qi Kexiu, but also Post three pieces upside down.
But at this moment, he was not worried at all, and he walked up to other people who wanted to present poems to invite the saint, and said: “The old man suggests that you write poems before Wan Anbo, otherwise you may not even have the quota to speak!” Hearing Leng Hanbing’s words, he was also slightly moved, but a great scholar snorted coldly. The name of this great Confucianist is Luo Sanqiu. He has been famous for a long time and has always been proud of his poetic talent. As for Chen Luo’s poems, it was once questioned that people in the bamboo forest ghostwritten them in order to help him become famous. This kind of statement was once quite recognized. 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 Luozhi’s poems, he would think that the other party was I’m insulting myself.
Now that Chen Luo was right in front of him, Luo Sanqiu also held his breath. Besides, this time I am very sure, as long as my poems and essays overwhelm Chen Luo, then my face will be recovered. Then, as a senior, I will “occasionally” talk about the previous misunderstanding with Chen Luo, and everyone will laugh it off , wouldn’t it be beautiful.
With such a plan, Luo Sanqiu would naturally not consider himself inferior to Chen Luo and write a poem first, so he said to Leng Hanbing: “I am a great Confucian, how can I take away the stage where the younger generation can show their demeanor. Let him come first, The old man will be the last one.”
Leng Hanbing looked at Luo Sanqiu, his eyes lit up: Big fat sheep!
Leng Hanbing quickly came up and said, “Brother Luo, do you want to gamble?”
Luo Sanqiu had heard Leng Hanbing’s betting method for a long time, hesitated for a moment, and shook his head: “I don’t want to take advantage of others like this!” Something.”
Leng Hanbing suddenly became anxious, why are you taking advantage of others?
It was me who took advantage of others!
Leng Hanbing hurriedly said: “That’s right, Wan Anbo’s poems are talented, and it’s not too difficult to invite two saints with a poem. Luo Daru shouldn’t lose Wenbao in vain!”
Luo Daru frowned, thought for a while, Did not speak.
Leng Hanbing turned and left, sighing and said: “It turns out that Luo Daru is also optimistic that Wan Anbo can complete the feat of a poem and two saints, and he is on the same path as me.”
“Wait!” Luo Sanqiu shouted.
No one knows what reputation you have now for Leng Hanbing.
Wan Amber is the first to play Confucianism!
Who wants to be like-minded with you.
Do you want to lose face?
“I bet!”
“Okay!” Leng Hanbing skillfully wrote a ticket in the air, and sent it to Luo Sanqiu, “I’ve decided to leave, and I will never regret it!”
Luo Sanqiu took the ticket and said again Leng snorted: “I’m afraid you won’t have anything to lose to me!”
Leng Hanbing laughed: “Don’t worry, someone in me still has a little savings, hahahahahaha…”
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is going around Leng Hanbing When he was leaving, Yan Baichuan waved his sleeves, and three balls of light appeared on the Eight Diagrams Square, and the brilliance dissipated, revealing three semi-holy treasures.
A wooden sword, a piece of white brick, a pair of calligraphy and painting.
“This wooden sword was made by Hongsheng. It is based on ten thousand-year-old cypress and raised on the foundation of a gentleman’s fearlessness.”
“This white brick is an ordinary brick on the wall of Dang’an City. The first time Wansheng When traveling far away, I picked up what I got under the city wall and carried it with me, so as not to forget the meaning of my hometown. Later Wansheng conceived it to become a semi-holy magic weapon. After the death of Wansheng Sheng, the white brick was taken back by me in Wenchang Pavilion.”
“This The third one was originally painted according to the “Charcoal Sellers” by the Lotte Layman of the former dynasty. It was only defiled by the traitor in the battle to capture the chaos sixty years ago. The ox carts are left.”
“It is best to recite the relevant poems, so as to maximize the power of Wenbao.”
“Please, holy, let’s start!”
Yan Baichuan left the square after finishing speaking.
At this time, Chen Luo was about to step forward, and stood in front of Chen Luo alone: “Brother Chen, you have extraordinary literary talents. I’m afraid it will be useless for me to wait once you come on stage. Why don’t you let me come first?”
Chen Luo took a look, and the other party was an academy My wife, who had met once, nodded.
To be honest, the spiritual reward from the saint is not particularly important to him, a non-Confucian.
The main reason is to contribute to the human race!
However, after the master went up, he wrote three poems on the stone tablet in a row. After a while, the three poems disappeared, and the invitation to the saint failed.
Immediately afterwards, another person stepped forward. This time, a poem stayed on the stele for a while, but it eventually dissipated.
“It’s a bit difficult this time!” Someone murmured, “That Bai Jian is easy to say, how to inscribe on a half-damaged painting and a brick?
” Yes, and I can’t choose, otherwise it would be desecrating cultural treasures.”
“Which number is this?”
“It’s the sixth, and there are only Wan Anbo and Luo Daru behind.”
“They should be able to, at least one person Invite one.”
“It’s hard to say! Inviting a sage is no different than others. Although the sage has no spiritual wisdom, he still has a preference for likes and dislikes. It doesn’t mean that good literary talents will definitely succeed. Unless you really understand a demi-sage, Only by inviting that one can we be sure.”
“So, Luo Daru has hope, his ancestor is a holy half-sage, could it be that he wants to invite his ancestor?”
“Wait and see Let’s go.”
At this moment, Chen Luo looked at the edge of the Eight Diagrams Square, only himself and another 60-year-old scholar were left, and politely asked the other party to come first. Luo Sanqiu waved his hand: “You are a junior, so you don’t need to be courteous, go ahead!”
Chen Luo was a little surprised, this great Confucian has such a strong character!
So he was not polite, and walked to the three blank steles.
Chen Luo’s eyes flashed in front of the three cultural treasures, and he had already planned in his mind.
Luo Sanqiu looked at Chen Luo’s gaze, then fixed his eyes on the cypress sword, and nodded slightly in his heart.
Sure enough, it was to start with the cypress sword.
Years have known pines and cypresses, and this cypress sword is naturally the best to write.
Just still young.
There are many poems praising pines and cypresses, and the holy will has long been familiar, so how can you stand out?
too young!
Chen Luo naturally didn’t know Luo Sanqiu’s thoughts, picked up the pen, took a deep breath, and swiped the pen.
All the eyes in the square were fixed on Chen Luo’s pen seal, and silently recited the poem written by Chen Luo in his heart-
“The north wind blows, blowing the cypress branches in front of my courtyard.
” The edge is still self-sufficient.”
“The ice and frost have gone through with all my heart, and the situation is getting better and the scenery is getting better.”
“The idle flowers and wild grass are still luxuriant, what will the wind blow the cypress branches?”
“How long will the north wind blow?”
Finished in a while, The stele suddenly shone brightly, and at the same time, the gossip symbols on the gossip square lit up one by one.
“The gossip is bright, the invitation to the sage is successful!”
“A sage’s intention has come!”
“Although the literary talent of this poem is a bit weak, the meaning is extraordinary!
” The image of perseverance and the integrity of not being afraid of wind and frost!”
“Yes, the north wind blows, doesn’t it mean that the northern barbarians are approaching? The north wind blows, and the pines and cypresses cannot be blown down. When the cold winter comes, the sun and spring are still far away? We are determined to wait for the human race Unyielding, let’s see how long the barbarian north wind can blow?”
“Look, who is the holy will?”
Everyone looked at the Bagua map in the center of the Bagua square, the yin-yang fish turned, and a blue figure appeared slightly.
“How long will the north wind blow?”
“Old man Su Wu, is willing to defend the northern region for the human race for another three hundred years!”
An old and deep voice sounded.
“Su Sheng! It’s Su Wu half saint!” Everyone exclaimed.
According to historical records, during the “Human” Dynasty, there was a half-sage Su Wu who used his body as a screen to trap three barbarians in the endless ice field in the northern region for three hundred years! One-tenth of the barbarian’s combat power was involved in the “human” dynasty’s counterattack against the barbarians.
That Su Wu’s holy will stepped up and merged into the stone tablet. Immediately, the poetic culture in the stone tablet formed a ray of light, which shot into the cypress sword, and a cold semi-holy pressure came out from the cypress sword.
Everyone bowed and saluted: “Young man of the human race, thank you Suwu half-sage!”
The cypress sword flew behind Chen Luo, and Chen Luo also bowed and saluted, and then, his eyes fell on the incomplete painting…
Then I will post it later after I write it down, so I post it first.
I went on to write the next chapter.
(end of this chapter)
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