Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading Chapter 180

"I have seen Wen Xiang, and I have seen Wan Anbo."

"I've seen Mr. Wen, Xiaoyou Chen, stay safe."

"I've seen Minister Wen, Wan Anbo will come to my mansion when you have time."

Everyone greeted Yan Baichuan and Chen Luo one after another. Some of the great scholars and masters present were three-rank officials, and some were hereditary earls and marquis, so Chen Luo was called in a variety of ways. Confucian Temple.

The Confucian Temple is not a simple hall, but a large building divided into several compartments. The first person to enter is the Hall of Jiaohua. There are statues of children sitting in front of the desks, making a chanting gesture, and walking into the hall of Jiaohua, as if hearing the voices of young children chanting.

Walk out of the Hall of Enlightenment and then enter the Hall of Ten Thousand Saints. There are statues standing against the wall, surrounding the east, west, north and south. Each statue has a different shape and has a special charm surrounding it.

"The statues here are all half-sacred images of the saint." Yan Baichuan introduced softly, "Although each family has an ancestral hall to worship, the holy will can only be condensed in the Confucian Temple."

"The human race is half-sacred. So far, no one has died and died. All of them died for the human race."

"Xunzi once said that in the infinite years, he would rather die tens of thousands of demi-sages in exchange for the eternal existence of the human race. Therefore, this temple is called the Temple of Ten Thousand Saints."

Chen Luo nodded, and bowed and saluted these human race semi-sacred one by one, and the people accompanying them did not rush. They knew that this was the first time Chen Luo came here, so they waited patiently.

A quarter of an hour later, Chen Luo finished the salute, and followed Wen Xiang through a square and entered the Void Temple.

Semi-sages and above, those who have not become saints, are honored 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 were Xunzi, Han Feizi, Mozi, Suzi, Luzi, Simazi, etc., all of whom were the founders of the family theory.

"The holy meaning of the virtual sage does not require the context and the power of the Confucius family, but can be condensed on its own. Therefore, most of them fall into the clan ancestral halls of various families." Yan Baichuan said, "Establishing a statue here is to accept scholars from all over the world. Worship, with the power of virtual saints, protect the prosperity of Wenyun."

Chen Luo was taught and worshipped 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." Wenxiang said, "Fang Sheng was blocked by the barbarians, and the great sacrifice of the Mantian Temple came in person, blessed with the power of the barbarian, and his strength was almost close to the human saint. Fang Sheng and his Returning with the other two semi-holy priests, this is the holy fall. Therefore, I stay in the position of virtual saint."

"Fang Sheng has been strict with himself all his life, upright and solemn, and rarely smiles. This is the last moment before his death. The half-sacred smile of his family was recorded by the half-sage and carved into an image."

Chen Luo looked at the statue with a slight smile on his face, as if seeing the saint who was almost the fifth saint of the human race shed the last drop of blood for the human race, but smiled generously and freely. At this time, Chen Luo did not have any hatred with the Fang family in his mind, but only had 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 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 was tens of thousands of miles away, using 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 even saw a trace of apology in that smile!

Chen Luo let out a long sigh and bowed his hands again. This time, he no longer bowed, but stood still for a moment, and then signaled to Yan Baichuan that it was okay.

Yan Baichuan was very angry and said, "It's rare for the holy will, and the Fang family did not hesitate to sacrifice the holy will to do this. Wenchang Pavilion will definitely investigate it to the end."

"No need!" Chen Luo smiled faintly, "One day, I will personally go to the ancestral hall of the Fang family to worship Fang Sheng!"

Walking out of the virtual temple, it is the last temple in the Confucian Temple: the most holy temple.

In the sanctuary, unlike the previous statues that stood against the wall, there are only four statues here, with their backs facing north and south. In the center is a statue one size larger than the other statues. Majestic, with big ears on his shoulders, his hands above his knees, he holds 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 Mencius, Yanzi, and Zengzi.

Chen Luo worshipped one by one, and when Chen Luo finished worshipping, the Confucian Temple and the temple Zhu who were waiting on the side stepped forward, and Chen Luo hurriedly saluted. When he came here, Yan Baichuan had specially instructed that the blessings of this Confucian Temple were held by senior scholars. Because he had experienced the sacred meaning of various icons all the year round, the hope of being promoted to semi-sage was one point higher than that of others. This temple Zhu is Kong Chengyong, a great scholar of the Confucian family, and must not be neglected.

"Chen Xiaoyou is polite." Kong Chengyong returned a salute, "Respected the teacher who gave me the kindness of instructing me, so there is no need to restrain the ceremony."

Afterwards, Kong Chengyong looked at Yan Baichuan again: "Wen Xiang, the invitation to the saint has already been arranged."

Yan Baichuan nodded: "Let's go then."

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 intentionally explained to Chen Luo, who had just arrived, that the so-called invitation to the Holy Spirit is actually to entrust the Holy Spirit in the soul of poetry, and then turn the soul of poetry into the spirit of the literary treasure. But every call to the Holy Will is a heavy consumption of the Holy Will, so it is easy to not invite the Holy Will. This time it was also the Wenchang Pavilion and the Confucian Temple that, after detailed planning, finally determined the number of three half-life cultural treasures.

In other words, all those who participate in the invitation to the Holy Spirit can only offer three poems at most.

Of course, if someone has already invited the Holy Will first, the number of poems will be reduced.

This invitation to the Holy Spirit is not without benefits, and the reward of Wenchang Pavilion is not to be mentioned. If the invitation to the Holy Spirit is successful, you will get a trace of Holy Rhythm spiritual light. This spiritual light can be used for yourself, illuminate the confusion and confusion, and can also be given to others. It can make people's ears and eyes clear, infer other things from one case, and can also be integrated into treasures to gain a trace of the power of the Holy Dao. In short, there are many benefits.

Leng Hanbing has already placed four bets at this time. If he wins, he will be full and swept away four great Confucian treasures. If he loses, not only will he have to catch the Wenbao he won from Qi Kexiu, but also Stick three pieces upside down. But at this time, he was not worried at all, and he walked up to the other people who wanted to dedicate poems to the saint and said, "This old man suggests that you write poems before Wan Anbo, otherwise there may not be even a place to speak!"

When everyone heard Leng Hanbing's words, they were also slightly moved, but a great scholar snorted coldly. This great scholar named Luo Sanqiu has been famous for a long time, and he has always been conceited as a poet. For Chen Luo's poems, it was once questioned that the people in the bamboo forest ghostwritten to help him become famous. But as Chen Luo's famous poems came out one after another, his face was almost swollen, but he couldn't put it down. When someone asked him to comment on Chen Luo's poems, he thought that the other party was a insulting myself.

Now that Chen Luo was in front of him, Luo Sanqiu also held his breath. Moreover, this time, I am very sure that as long as my poems and prose overwhelm Chen Luo, then my face will be recovered. When the identity of my predecessors will "occasionally" talk to Chen Luo about the previous misunderstandings, everyone will laugh it off. , isn't it beautiful.

With such a plan, Luo Sanqiu naturally would not think that he was inferior to Chen Luo, but preemptively write a poem, so he said to Leng Hanbing: "I am a great scholar, how can I take the stage for the younger generation to show their demeanor. Let him come first, The old man is the last to go."

Leng Hanbing looked at Luo Sanqiu, his eyes lit up: Big fat sheep!

Leng Hanbing hurriedly came up and said, "Brother Luo, do you want to take a gamble?"

Luo Sanqiu heard Leng Bingbing's gambling method long ago, hesitated for a moment, then shook his head: "This old man doesn't do things like this to take advantage of others' danger."

Leng Bingbing suddenly became anxious, why are you taking advantage of others' danger?

It's me taking advantage of the danger!

Leng Hanbing hurriedly said: "Yes, Wan Anbo is talented in poetry, it is not too difficult to invite two saints in one poem, Luo Daru should not lose Wenbao in vain!"

Luo Daru frowned, thought for a while, but did not speak.

Leng Hanbing turned and left, sighing and said, "It turns out that Luo Daru is also optimistic about Wan Anbo's ability to accomplish the feat of one poem and two saints, and he is a fellow of mine."

"Wait!" Luo Sanqiu shouted.

Who knows what kind of reputation you Leng Bing is now.

Wan Anbo is the first to brag about Confucianism!

Who wants to be like you.

Do you still need face?

"I bet!"

"Okay!" Leng Hanbing skillfully volleyed a betting ticket and sent it to Luo Sanqiu, "I will buy it and leave, I won't regret it!"

Luo Sanqiu took the betting ticket and snorted again: "I'm afraid you won't lose anything to me by then!"

Leng Hanbing laughed: "Don't worry, I have some savings, hahahahaha..."

While walking around Leng Bingbing, Yan Baichuan waved his sleeves, and three light groups appeared on the Bagua Square, and the brilliance dispersed, revealing three semi-sacred treasures.

A wooden sword, a white brick, and a pair of calligraphy and painting.

"This wooden sword is made by Hongsheng, based on ten thousand years of cypress wood, and nurtured on the basis of a gentleman's fearlessness."

"This white brick is an ordinary brick and stone on the city wall of Ancheng. When Halloween traveled for the first time, he picked it up under the city wall and carried it with him, so as not to forget the meaning of his hometown. Holy magic weapon. After the fall of All Saints, the white bricks were retrieved by my Wenchang Pavilion."

"This third piece was originally drawn according to "The Charcoal Seller" by a layman of the previous dynasty, but he was defiled by the traitor during the battle to capture the chaos sixty years ago. , only the ox cart remains."

"It is best to recite the relevant verses in order to maximize Wenbao's power."

"Holy, let's start!"

After Yan Baichuan finished speaking, he exited the square.

At this time, Chen Luo was about to step forward, and one person stood in front of Chen Luo: "Brother Chen, you are very talented in writing. I'm afraid I'll be useless when you play. Why don't you let me come first?"

Chen Luo glanced at him. The other party was the master of an academy. He had a relationship with him, so he nodded.

To be honest, asking the Holy Spirit to reward him 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 a row. After a while, the three poems disappeared, and the Holy Spirit failed.

Immediately afterwards, someone else stepped forward. This time, a poem stayed on the stone tablet for a while, but it finally dissipated.

"It's a little difficult this time!" Someone muttered, "That Bai Jian is okay to say, how to inscribe a half-finished painting and a brick?"

"There's no way to do this. The newspapers participating in the invitation to the saints are all lined up, and they can't be selected. Otherwise, wouldn't it be blasphemy."

"How many is this?"

"The sixth one, only Wan Anbo and Luo Daru are behind."

"They should be able to, at least one person per person."

"It's hard to say! Asking the sage is no better than others. Although the holy will has no spiritual wisdom, there is still a preference for dislikes. It does not mean that a good literary talent will be successful. Unless you really know a half-sage, if you work hard, please invite that Respect has a certain degree of certainty.”

"So, there is hope for Luo Daru. His patriarch is a semi-sacred saint. Could it be that he wants to invite his patriarch?"

"Let's wait and see."

At this time, Chen Luo looked at the edge of Bagua Square, only himself and another 60-year-old scholar were left, and politely invited the other party to come first. Luo Sanqiu waved his hand: "You are a junior, you don't need to be courteous, go ahead!"

Chen Luo was a little surprised, this great scholar is so strong!

So you were welcome and walked to the three blank stone tablets.

Chen Luo's eyes flashed in front of the three Wenbao, and he had already made plans in his heart.

Luo Sanqiu looked at Chen Luo's eyes, set his eyes on Bai Mujian, and nodded slightly in his heart.

Sure enough, it is to start with the Kashiwagi sword.

Years know pine and cypress, and this cypress sword is naturally the best to write.

Just still young.

There are so many poems extolling pines and cypresses, and the holy will has long been taken for granted, so how can you stand out?

too young!

Naturally, Chen Luo didn't know what Luo Sanqiu was thinking, so he picked up the pen, took a deep breath, and swiped.

The eyes on the square were all staring at Chen Luo's pen seal, and the poems written by Chen Luo were recited in his heart——

"The north wind blows, blowing the cypress branches in front of my court."

"Shu Jian is not afraid of the wind, and he is still self-sufficient in his integrity."

"Frost has never changed his mind, and it's good for Fuyang and Jingjian."

"The idle flowers and weeds are still flourishing, what will happen to the cypress branches when the wind blows?"

"When the north wind blows, how long?"

After writing for a while, the stele suddenly glowed with brilliance, and at the same time, the gossip symbols on the gossip square lighted up one by one.

"The gossip is bright, the Holy One succeeded!"

"A holy will has come!"

"Although this poem is a little less literary, it has extraordinary meaning!"

"It does not stand out in literary style and artistic conception, but depicts the perseverance image of self-sufficiency and the integrity of not afraid of wind and frost!"

"Yeah, when the north wind blows, doesn't it mean that the northern barbarians are approaching? The north wind blows, but the pines and cypresses cannot be knocked down. When the cold winter comes, the sun and spring are still far away? I will wait for the human race to be firm and unyielding. Let's see how long the barbarian north wind will blow. ?"

"Everyone, look, which Sacred Will is it?"

Everyone looked at the gossip map in the center of the gossip square. The yin and yang fish turned, and a cyan figure appeared slightly.

"The north wind blows~www.mtlnovel.com~ How long will it take!"

"Old man Su Wu, I am willing to defend the Northern Territory for another three hundred years for the human race!"

An old, low voice sounded.

"Su Sheng! It's Su Wu semi-sage!" Everyone exclaimed.

According to historical records, during the "Ren" Dynasty, there was a half-sage Su Wu who used his body as a screen to trap the three barbarians in the endless ice field in the northern region for three hundred years! For the "people" to counterattack the barbarians, one-tenth of the barbarian's combat power is involved.

The holy intent of Su Wu stepped up and merged into the stone tablet. Immediately, the poetic culture in the stone tablet made a ray of light and shot into the cypress sword.

Everyone bowed and saluted: "Senior of the human race, thank Suwu Half-Saint!"

The cypress sword flew around and flew behind Chen Luo, who also bowed and saluted, and then set his eyes on the residual painting...