Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading Chapter 181

"Wan Amber is going to write the second song."

"Is it the painting or the brick?"

"It should be a painting, anyway, there are still some things, that brick, to be honest, the old man feels that he can't solve the problem!"

At this moment, Luo Sanqiu also showed a smile. His goal was the last brick.

Others don't know that his master, who once studied with Wansheng, knows all about Halloween.

Therefore, only he can confidently invite the Holy Will of the Holy Spirit.

The deity's holy will acts as a magic weapon, and its power is stronger and higher!

Even if Chen Luo invites the second holy will, as long as he fails to recite the stone brick, and he is the last to play, and invites the holy will to become the artifact of the stone brick in front of everyone's eyes, it can also be suppressed in terms of momentum. Press Chen Luo.

Your own face can be picked up from the ground.

"Work hard, the better you are now, the better you can set off this old man later." Luo Sanqiu couldn't help but feel complacent, and threw an encouraging smile at Chen Luo.

Chen Luo felt something, turned his head and saw Luo Sanqiu's friendly smile, he was also moved.

An open-minded Confucian!

So Chen Luo also nodded at Luo Sanqiu, he would never let him down.

Chen Luo looked at the painting. The painting was just like what Wen Xiang said. The people and cattle on it were gone, and there was only a truckload of charcoal, but the charcoal was also mixed up at this time.

"Hey, where is the carbon in the painting, it's all been contaminated into a ball. If someone reminded me, I wouldn't even be able to see that it was a carload of carbon."

"Yes, if I have to say it, I feel more like a piece of coal, a huge coal rock."

"Anyway, it's all black, what you say is what it is!" A great Confucian said helplessly, "This is a waste treasure!"

"No matter what it is, this black thing is not easy to recite!"

"Let's see how Wan Anbo breaks the game."

Chen Luo looked at the remnant painting. To be honest, he was confused at first. Just as the great Confucians said, this black and humming picture would have been unthinkable if it wasn't for the reminder of the writer that it was related to "The Charcoal Seller". what is it?

But now, it is indeed like a coal stone, or the kind of coal stone that has just been dug out of the ground.

If it's really a waste treasure, it's fine, but if you are close, you can still feel a trace of warmth coming out of the black mass, making people feel warm in this cold winter.

Then that poem!

When Chen Luo picked up the brush, everyone held their breath for a while, as if worried that their breathing would interrupt Chen Luo's thinking, and even Yan Baichuan looked sideways.

After all, he was a little embarrassed when he took out this treasure, so he said that he was very satisfied if three treasures could invite two holy wills.

I saw Chen Luo writing on the stone tablet, and a rhythm poem appeared on the stone tablet.

"Cut the chaos to get black gold, and hide the sun with the deepest harmony."

"The fire burns back to the spring, and the flood furnace shines through the night."

"Ding Yiyuan relies on its vitality, and iron and stone still exist after death."

"I hope that all people will be full and warm, and will spare no effort to go out of the mountains and forests."

The stone tablet shook suddenly, and a strong enthusiasm came out from the stone tablet, and the gossip symbol in the Eight Diagrams Square instantly lit up!

"Success! Please succeed!"

"Oh my God, Wan Anbo really turned carbon into coal. This is a song "Yong Coal"!"

"Poems have been written for thousands of years, and the coal chant is the only one!"

"Amazing, amazing, amazing!"

"At this time, every sentence is written about coal, but every sentence is written about the sages who have dedicated themselves to the human race. There is a feeling of 'the spring silkworm is dead until the silk is exhausted, and the wax torch turns to ashes and tears begin to dry'!"

"'I hope that all people will be full and warm, and will spare no effort to get out of the mountains and forests', this is a holy vow! Wan Anbo is making a holy vow!"

"Look, which holy will was summoned?"

At this moment, the Yin-Yang fish in the center of Bagua Square suddenly stopped spinning, and a blue light and shadow appeared.

"The sage is impermanent, and he takes the people's heart as his heart!"

"Di Mou, I've seen the younger generation of my clan!"

The sound came out, and there was a big uproar!

"Di Xiang, it's Di Xiang!"

"See Di Xiang!"

For a time, the audience bowed and saluted, and worshipped the famous minister of the previous dynasty - Di Renjie!

In the previous dynasty, there was a prime minister named Di Renjie, who loved the people like a son, settled the people inside and outside, and was deeply respected. Billions of trillions of people cried for three days, wishing the half-sage to continue as chancellor, but Di Renjie refused.

Before he left, he wrote the admonition that "sages are impermanent, and take the people's heart as their heart" on the Xiao wall of the prime minister's residence, which has become the motto of all those who aspire to "make life for the people".

The blue light of Di Renjie's holy meaning fell on the stone tablet of "Winging Coal". The faintly red coal and stone appeared, and a warm and domineering Saint Wei 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 is a treasure of transformation!" A great Confucian exclaimed.

Yan Baichuan also showed an unexpected color. The transformation is a manifestation of some treasures changing shape, which is closer to the power of heaven. This residual painting is made of coal and stone, and the meaning of the whole treasure has also changed. Now even Di Xiang's When the holy will leaves, this coal stone is still a treasure of the text.

Yan Baichuan looked at Chen Luo again, his heart mixed with joy and worry for a while.

I am delighted that Wenchang Pavilion has added another treasure, and the worry is how to reward Chen Luo.

Wenchang Pavilion has already spent the past three years for the previous rewards. Looking at Chen Luo's age, he should be able to vacate Wenchang Pavilion before he is about forty years old!

But it's not enough without a reward, Bamboo Sage is watching!

"Hey..." Yan Baichuan let out a sigh, trying to become a saint within 20 years, just leave this mess to the next minister of letters to deal with!

Thinking of this, Yan Baichuan felt a little more relaxed.

At this time, Chen Luo's eyes fell on the stone brick.

"Old Leng!" A great Confucian who made a bet leaned over to Leng Hanbing and said with a smile, "The last song is still the stone brick that has no origin. You will lose this time. At that time. When exchanging bets, this old man must be the first."

Leng Bingbing's eyes were firm: "Humph, what do you know? From what I know about Wan Anbo, he must leave the sure thing to the end. Just stay by my side and don't go, wait for the first one to accept you. bet!"

"Stubborn!" The great Confucian didn't care, after all, Leng Hanbing was going to go bankrupt in a while, couldn't he let him say a few words?

One poem and two saints, how easy is it!

Think about it now, and let Leng Bingbing do something for yourself at that time!

After all, he has been a good friend for many years, and he always needs to help him with some private life to pay off his debts!

Chen Luo looked at the brick carefully.

The age is a little old, and the brick is a little yellow, but because it has been covered with a thick layer of slurry for 80,000 years, it looks like a brick-shaped jade.

In this world, the building bricks used by the people are also made of lime and glutinous rice, so Chen Luo chose the poems early in the morning.

"Today is a special session!" Chen Luo thought and raised his pen.

"It's started, the last poem is about to start."

"Leng Daru's bet on Wan Anbo's poems and two saints, whether it can succeed or not, is here!"

"One poem and two saints? If I see a border poem, maybe I can ask for a holy will!"

"According to the old man, maybe writing a poem about homesickness at the border can kill two birds with one stone!"

Luo Sanqiu also smiled and looked at Chen Luo, waiting for Chen Luo to fail.

He naturally heard the discussions of these great Confucians, and some of the great Confucians deliberately raised the volume, which seemed to be discussing, but was actually giving Chen Luo a trick.

However, it is simply impossible to succeed!

This brick is not a brick of the city wall at all, nor does it have the slightest sense of homesickness. When Wansheng was young, he was surrounded by a group of gangsters and forced Wansheng to replace them with the crime of stealing, and he could receive a reward of silver taels. All Saints picked up the scattered bricks on the ground, and would rather die, and finally defeated the group of thugs.

Since then, the Halloween bricks have never left my hands.

As for the bricks of the city wall and the bricks of homesickness, they were all made up by the disciples of All Saints to save face for the teacher.

Luo Sanqiu also learned about this matter from his master's notes.

If Chen Luo recites the will to keep the customs and the feeling of homesickness, the direction will be deviated from the beginning, I am afraid that it will be difficult to be touched by the holy will.

On the contrary, he chose a poem "A man is mighty and unyielding", which may invite All Saints' Will to come!

Poetry overwhelms Wan Amber, which is also an interesting story.

Chen Luo took a deep breath. The most powerful verses written by the person with the toughest character in the previous life are presented in this world!

"Thousands of hammers have carved out the mountains,"

"The fire burns like a leisurely."

"I'm not afraid of being smashed to pieces,"

"Leave innocence in the world!"

For a time, there was a lot of wind in the Bagua Square, and the cypress sword and coal stone behind Chen Luo whispered one after another, as if to echo.

But there was no response from the gossip square.

"Failed?"

"how is this possible?"

"This is Yong Lime, sturdy and iron bones, how could it fail?"

Just when everyone was talking about it for the first time, the entire Bagua Square suddenly shook.

"Huh? Earthmovement?"

"It seems that there was an earthquake before, who remembers?"

"The old man remembers that it was Lu Fangweng's poems and two saints!" A voice came out, and everyone followed the sound, and it turned out to be Kong Chengyong, who had been silent.

Kong Chengyong looked solemn and looked at the stone tablet where Chen Luo wrote the chant of lime.

"The earth moves, come out!"

The voice fell, and the stone tablet suddenly rose, revealing the stone carvings buried in the ground.

It was Chen Luo who appeared when he wrote "The rise and fall of the world is the responsibility of every man" in Wan'an County!

The stone carving of Penggu stretched out from the ground, and the head of Pinggu suddenly lifted, opened his mouth, and a strange long whistling sound came from the mouth of the stone carving.

At the moment when the strange voice sounded, the eight trigrams in the Eight Diagrams Square suddenly radiated light, and the blue light rose into the sky and turned into a long bridge.

"Master Dao Hongqiao?" The unexpected color in Yan Baichuan's eyes was even stronger. The sage said that there must be my teacher in a three-person walk. At least three semi-sages walk together, such a vision will appear!

"Look, there is holy will on the Hongqiao."

I saw that on the Hongqiao, there were flashes of holy will, and the Hongqiao fell into the Bagua Square.

one.

two.

Three.

Seven ways.

eight.

nine.

The complete and ever-increasing phantoms of the Holy Dao, Leng Bingbing laughed: "Hahahahaha, what is the double saint of the first generation, Wan Anbo moved the Wansheng Temple!"

"The sages of the human race, which one is not 'not afraid of broken bones', and which one is not 'leave innocence in the world'!" Leng Hanbing grabbed the great Confucian who was about to leave: "Brother Ma, you are the first A bet!"

"Brother Leng, this old man can only use this treasure..."

"It doesn't matter, after all, it's been a good friend for many years. How can you not have the opportunity to take up private work. I lack a great Confucian assistant. If you do it slowly, you will be able to repay the debt."

"Hey, okay."

"Walk around and collect the bets with me!"

At this time, Yan Baichuan stared at the phantoms of holy meaning that were still increasing on the square, his eyelids jumping.

"Waste, waste! What's the use of calling so many holy wills? You can only choose one!"

"What a waste!"

On the other side, Luo Sanqiu's open mouth never closed.

How do you chant lime?

Shouldn't you recite frontiers and homesickness?

Some people have told you, chanting border customs homesickness!

Why don't you play cards according to the routine!

Are you asking for Saint?

People are all one-to-one, and they are tremblingly invited to give offerings.

You are having a feast!

I never dreamed that in the Bagua Square, when I saw the Holy Spirit appearing, I could actually describe it as "sprout mushrooms"!

Hey, that holy will over there, stop crowding my halloween holy will!

"Cough cough!" Yan Baichuan looked at Chen Luo, who was also a little sluggish, and said: "The appreciation of the saints is an affirmation for you. Chen Luo, you choose a holy will."

Chen Luo was taken aback, huh?

I got a negative election?

Just as Chen Luo was about to speak, Yan Baichuan's voice came in his ears: "Choose Wansheng, he is the master of stone bricks, and he can be even more powerful as an artifact."

Hmph, engage in shady!

Why can't I let my favorite brother Shengyi debut!

A pious expression appeared on Chen Luo's face, and he bowed and saluted: "Thank you for your blessings, the younger generation wants to invite Wan..."

Before Chen Luo finished speaking, another holy will descended from the sky and landed directly in front of Chen Luo. The holy power filled the air and suppressed other holy wills!

Yan Baichuan's eyes widened, and he hurriedly said, "Choose him! Choose him! Choose him!"

Chen Luo was also stunned for a moment, looked up at the holy meaning, and could not see his face compared to other half-sacred phantoms, which meant that he could vaguely see his eyebrows.

At this moment, a ray of light flew from one direction from Zhongjing and landed on Bagua Square in an instant. It was the Dharma Sign! Seeing the phantom in front of Chen Luo, he also bowed slightly.

"Disciples of the Fajia, have seen Han Feizi!"

Legalist sage, Han Feizi!

Fa Xiang looked at the poems on the stele, and bowed to Chen Luo again: "Since ancient times, I have been innocent, and there is no right of law school! Please Wan Anbo be successful!"

Chen Luo nodded, bowed to Han Feizi and saluted: "Invite Han Feizi to enter the poem!"

Han Feizi's holy phantom nodded slightly, raised his legs and stepped into the poetry and prose, and the poetry and prose immediately burst into a bright light and merged into the stone brick. Two cracks appeared on the stone brick~www.mtlnovel.com~ Immediately Flying behind Chen Luo.

The holy will above the square shook his head slightly and slowly dissipated, only the last halloween phantom hesitated for a moment before dissipating.

At this time, no one heard it, and in the virtual temple, there was a long sigh.

Luo Sanqiu's mouth seemed to be unable to close.

His chance to make a name for himself!

Just now he saw the phantom of Halloween's holy will dissipate, and his heart was aching.

How can you do this?

Just here, a hand patted his shoulder, he turned his head, it was the face with a cold smile.

"Lao Luo, pay the bet!"

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