Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading - Chapter 185
[Chapter 182 Lao Luo, pay the bet]
“Wan Amber is going to write a second song.” “Is it
that painting or that brick?” The old man
feels that he can’t solve the problem!”
Luo Sanqiu also smiled at this time, his goal was the last brick.
Others don’t know that his master once studied with Wansheng and knows everything about Wansheng.
Therefore, only he is sure to invite the Holy Will of All Saints.
The sacred will of the deity acts as a magic weapon, and the power is even stronger!
Even if Chen Luo invites the second sacred will, as long as he fails to recite that stone brick, and he is the last one to come on stage, and invite the Holy Will of All Saints to become the spirit of the stone brick under the eyes of everyone, he will be able to overwhelm him in terms of momentum. Press Chen Luo.
My own face can be picked up from the ground.
“Work hard, the better you perform now, the better you will be able to set off the old man later.” Luo Sanqiu couldn’t help feeling complacent, and threw an encouraging smile at Chen Luo.
Sensing something, Chen Luo turned his head to the side and was moved when he saw Luo Sanqiu’s friendly smile.
Great Confucianism with an open mind!
So Chen Luo also nodded at Luo Sanqiu, she would never let him down.
Chen Luo looked at the painting, and that painting was just as Wen Xiang said, the people and cattle on it were gone, only a cart of charcoal was left, but the charcoal was also a mess at this time. ”Hey, where is the carbon in the painting? It’s all been polluted into a ball. If someone hadn’t reminded me, I would
n’t have been able to see that it was a carload of carbon.”
Like a piece of coal, a huge coal stone.”
“Anyway, it’s a mass of black, so whatever you say it is!” a great Confucian said helplessly, “This is a waste treasure!”
“No matter what it is, this dark mass is not easy to recite!”
“Let’s see how Wan Amber breaks the game.”
Chen
Luo looked at the shattered painting. To be honest, he was also Confused, just as the group of great scholars said, if it wasn’t for Wen Xiang’s reminder that it is related to “The Charcoal Seller”, I really can’t think of what it is?
But now, it is indeed like a coal stone, or the kind of coal stone that has just been dug out of the ground.
It’s fine if it’s really a waste, but since I’m so close, I can still feel a trace of heat coming out of the black mass, which makes people feel warm in this cold winter.
Then that poem!
When Chen Luo picked up the brush, everyone held their breath, as if they were worried that the sound of their breathing would interrupt Chen Luo’s creative thinking, even Yan Baichuan turned his head to pay attention.
After all, he was a little embarrassed to take out this cultural treasure, so he said that he would be satisfied if he could invite two holy wills for three cultural treasures.
I saw Chen Luo writing pen on the stone tablet, and a lyrical poem appeared on the stone tablet eloquently. ”Cutting out the chaos to get black gold, the
deepest hidden meaning of yang and harmony.”
“The fire burns back to the spring, and the furnace shines through the night. ” All full and warm, and go out of the mountains without hesitation.” The stele suddenly shook, and a strong heat came from the stele, and the gossip symbols in the gossip square instantly lit up! ”Successful! Please Sheng succeeded!” ”My God, Wan Amber really turned carbon into coal. This is the song “Ode to Coal”! ” ”Great, great, great!”
“At this time, every sentence is written about coal, but every sentence is written about the sages who dedicated their lives to the human race. There is a sense of ‘spring silkworms will die when the silkworms die, and the wax torch will turn into ashes and tears will dry’!” It is a holy wish! Wan Amber has made a holy wish!”
“Look, who is the holy will summoned?”
At this time, the yin-yang fish in the center of the Bagua Square The rotation suddenly stopped, and a cyan light and shadow emerged.
“A sage has an impermanent heart, and he takes the hearts of the people as his heart!”
“Di, I have seen my descendants!
”
“Di Xiang, it’s Di Xiang!”
“See Di Xiang!”
All the audience bowed and saluted for a while, and they were paying homage to Di Renjie, the former famous minister!
In the former dynasty, there was a minister called Di Renjie, who loved the people like a son, and was deeply respected by the people inside and outside. Later, he became a saint and resigned from the minister. Di Renjie refused.
Before leaving, he wrote the admonition “A sage has an impermanent heart, and the heart of the people” on the Xiao wall of the prime minister’s mansion, which became the motto of all those who are determined to “build a life for the people”
. On the stone tablet of “Ode to Coal”, the stone tablet seemed to turn into a ball of flames, and then fell into the remnant painting, and the remnant painting was burned by the flames. In the light of the fire, a faintly red coal stone emerged, together The warm and domineering Shengwei swept the Bagua Square!
As soon as the coal stone appeared, it immediately turned into a black light and stopped behind Chen Luo.
“The treasure of transformation, it is the treasure of transformation!” A great scholar exclaimed.
Yan Baichuan also showed surprise. Transformation is a manifestation of some treasures changing their form and being closer to the power of heaven. This residual painting was made of coal stones, and the meaning of the entire cultural treasure has also changed. Now even Di Xiang’s With the holy will gone, this coal stone is still a treasure of literature and morality.
Yan Baichuan looked at Chen Luo again, mixed with joy and worry for a moment.
The joy is that Wenchang Pavilion has added another treasure, but the worry is how to reward Chen Luo.
For the previous rewards, Wenchang Pavilion has already spent the past three years. Looking at Chen Luo’s age, Wenchang Pavilion can be emptied before the age of forty!
But it won’t work without rewards, Bamboo Sage is watching!
“Alas…” Yan Baichuan let out a sigh, strive to become a saint within twenty years, and leave this mess to the next Wenxiang to deal with!
Thinking of this, Yan Baichuan felt a little more relaxed.
At this moment, Chen Luo’s eyes fell on the stone brick.
…
“Old Leng!” A great Confucian who had made a bet came to Leng Hanbing’s side and said with a smile, “The last song is still that stone brick with no background, you are doomed to lose this time. When the time comes to exchange bets, this old man must be the first.”
Leng Han’s eyes were firm: “Hmph, what do you know? From what I know about Wan Amber, he must leave the ones that are sure for last. Just stay by my side and don’t leave, wait for the first one to take your bet!”
“Stubborn!” The Confucian didn’t take it seriously, after all Leng Hanbing was going to go bankrupt in a while, why can’t he say a few words? ?
Two saints in one poem, how easy it is!
Think carefully now, it would be better to let Leng Hanbing do something for him when the time comes!
After all, he is a good friend for many years, so he must do some private work to pay off his debts!
…
Chen Luo looked at the brick carefully.
It is a bit old, and the brick is a bit yellowish, but because it has been played by people for many years, it is covered with a thick layer of paste, and it looks like a brick-shaped jade when viewed roughly.
In this world, the building bricks used by the people are also made of a mixture of lime and glutinous rice, so Chen Luo chose poems early in the morning.
“Today is a special show!” Chen Luo thought, and picked up the pen.
…
“It’s started, it’s started, the last poem is about to start.”
“Leng Daru bet Wan Amber that he can succeed in one poem and two sages, that’s all there is to it!”
“One poem and two sages? Poetry, maybe I can ask for a holy spirit!” “In my opinion
, maybe writing a poem of homesickness in Borderlands can kill two birds with one stone!”
Luo Sanqiu also looked at Chen Luo with a smile, waiting for Chen Luo to fail.
He naturally heard the discussions of these great scholars, and some of them deliberately raised their voices, seeming to be discussing, but actually trying to give Chen Luo advice.
However, it is impossible to succeed at all!
This brick is not a brick of the city wall at all, nor does it have the slightest homesickness. When Wansheng was young, he was surrounded by a group of gangsters and forced Wansheng to replace them for the crime of theft, and he could get a silver reward. Wan Sheng picked up the scattered bricks on the ground, would rather die than follow, and finally repelled the gangsters.
Since then, Halloween has been inseparable.
As for the bricks of the city wall and the bricks of homesickness, they were all fabricated by Wan Sheng’s disciples to save the teacher’s face.
Luo Sanqiu also learned about this matter from his master’s notes.
If Chen Luo recited the ambition of guarding the gate and the feeling of homesickness, the direction would be off from the beginning, and it would be difficult to be touched by the holy will.
Instead, I chose a poem about “a man who is mighty and unyielding”, which may invite the Holy Spirit to come down!
It is also an interesting story that poetry overwhelms Wan Amber.
…
Chen Luo took a deep breath. The strongest verses written by the person with the hardest bones in his previous life are presented in this world!
“Thousands of hammers and tens of thousands of hammers chisel out the deep mountains,”
“The fire burns like nothing.”
“You don’t have to be afraid of being smashed into pieces,”
“Leave your innocence in the world!”
For a while, there was a lot of wind in the Bagua Square, and the cypress sword and coal stone behind Chen Luo groaned one after another, as if echoing.
But there was no response from the gossip square.
“Failed?”
“How is it possible?”
“This is Yong Shihui, with strong bones, how could it fail?”
Just as everyone was discussing for the first time, the entire Bagua Square suddenly shook.
“Huh? An earthquake?”
“It seems that there was an earthquake before, who still remembers it?”
“I remember, it was Lu Fangweng’s poem and two sages!” A voice came out, and everyone followed the sound, but they were silent all the time Kong Chengyong.
Kong Chengyong looked solemnly, looking at the stone tablet where Chen Luo wrote Lime Yin.
“Great earthquake, blow out!” After the
voice fell, the stone tablet suddenly rose, revealing the stone sculpture buried in the ground.
It was Chen Luo who wrote “Every man is responsible for the rise and fall of the world” in Wan’an County!
The Bixi stone sculpture protruded from the ground, that Bixi’s head suddenly lifted up, opened its mouth, and a strange long howling sound came from the stone sculpture Bixi’s mouth.
The moment the strange sound sounded, the eight hexagram images in the eight trigrams square suddenly burst into light, and the blue light shot up into the sky, turning into a long bridge.
“Teacher Hongqiao?” Yan Baichuan’s eyes were even more surprised, the saint said, three people must have my teacher, and at least three semi-sages will walk together, so such a vision will appear!
“Look, there is a sacred intention on the Hongqiao.”
I saw a sacred intention flashing on the Hongqiao, and fell into the Bagua Square with the Hongqiao.
together.
Two ways.
Three ways.
…
seven.
Gossip.
Nine.
……
The phantom of the holy way is complete and increasing, with a cold smile: “Hahahahaha, what are two saints in one poem, Wan Anbo moved the Hall of All Saints here!”
“Sages of the human race, who is not ?” ‘Don’t be afraid of being broken into pieces’, who is not ‘leaving innocence in the world’!” Leng Hanbing grabbed the great Confucian who was about to leave beside him: “Brother Ma, you are the first to pay the bet!”
“Brother Leng , this old man is just this cultural treasure…”
“It doesn’t matter, after all, we have been friends for many years, so how can you not have the opportunity to take on private work. I lack a great Confucian assistant. If you do it slowly, it will be regarded as repayment.”
“Hey Alright.”
“Let’s go, let’s collect the bets with me!”
…
At this moment, Yan Baichuan’s eyelids twitched as he looked at the ever-increasing number of holy shadows in the square.
“Waste, waste! What’s the use of calling so many sacred intentions? You can only choose one!”
“What a waste!” On the
other side, Luo Sanqiu’s opened mouth never closed.
How do you chant lime?
Shouldn’t you chant the frontier and homesickness?
Some people tell you, chanting border homes homesickness!
Why don’t you play your cards according to the routine!
Are you asking for a saint?
People are all one-on-one, and they are invited to make offerings tremblingly.
You are having a banquet!
I never dreamed that seeing the holy will appear in Bagua Square, it can be described as “springing bamboo shoots after rain”!
Hey, that Holy Will over there, don’t crowd my Halloween Holy Will!
…
“Ahem!” Yan Baichuan looked at Chen Luo, who was also a little dull, and said, “The appreciation of all the saints is an affirmation of you. Chen Luo, you choose a saint.”
Chen Luo was taken aback, huh?
I got back voted?
Just as Chen Luo was about to speak, Yan Baichuan’s voice transmission came in his ears again: “Choose Wansheng, he is the master of the stone brick, and as a tool spirit, his power can be even greater.”
Hmph, shady!
Why can’t my favorite brother Shengyi debut!
A pious expression appeared on Chen Luo’s face, and he bowed and said: “Thank you for your kindness, I would like to invite you…”
Before Chen Luo finished speaking, another holy will fell from the sky and landed directly in front of Chen Luo. The prestige is diffuse, suppressing other sacred intentions!
Yan Baichuan stared, and quickly sent a voice transmission: “Choose him! Choose him! Choose him!”
Chen Luo was also taken aback, and looked up at the holy will. Eyebrows can be vaguely seen.
At this time, a ray of light flew from one direction of Zhongjing, and instantly landed on the Bagua Square, it was the Faxiang! Seeing the phantom in front of Chen Luo, he also bowed slightly.
“Disciples of the Legal School, have met Han Feizi!”
The sage of the Legal School, Han Feizi!
Fa Xiang looked at the poems on the Bixi stele, and saluted Chen Luo again: “Innocent since ancient times, there is no one better than the Legalists! Please Wan Anbo do it!”
Chen Luo nodded, and bowed to Han Feizi: ” Invite Han Feizi to enter the poem!”
Han Feizi’s holy image nodded slightly, raised his legs and stepped into the poems, and the poems suddenly shone brightly, blending into the stone bricks, and two cracks appeared on the stone bricks, and immediately He flew behind Chen Luo.
The holy will on the square shook their heads slightly, and slowly dissipated, only the phantom of the ghost at the end hesitated for a moment, and then dissipated.
At this time, no one heard it. In the true holy hall, there was a long sigh.
…
Luo Sanqiu’s mouth seemed to be unable to close.
His chance to make a name for himself!
He had just seen the phantom of the holy will of Wansheng dissipate, and his heart ached.
How can you do this?
At this moment, a hand patted his shoulder, and when he turned around, it was the face with a cold smile blooming.
“Lao Luo, pay the bet!”
Today’s three poems were all written by Yu Qian.
Therefore, it is Yu Qian’s special session!
Don’t ask me where Guo Degang is…
(End of this chapter)
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