Chapter 218: The Holy Building

"Salute. The old man shouted, the sound was not loud, but everyone could hear it, and then there was the sound of a salute, which shook for nine days, and there were thirty-six sounds.

Soul Luo looked at the old man, this is not an ordinary old man, in his body Haoran righteousness is like condensation, swaying and fluttering, up and down, Haoran righteousness is outward, this is only a great Confucian can achieve, but this old man's cultivation is not high, his longevity is approaching, and he is about to die of old age.

This is what they know, but why do so many people want to give up cultivation and work hard to improve their knowledge? It's better to live than to die.

"Open the pavilion. The old man said, at this time there was a cloud of mist on the ground, the clouds and mist fluttered, and an attic appeared, the attic has two floors, the vermilion lacquer brush body, glazed tiles, four corners like wings, and five copper bells are decorated with them, but these do not ring, even if there is wind, it will not ring.

These bells are all nourished by the righteousness of Haoran, with spirituality, they will only warn when evil things are approaching, and this attic seems to be a rootless thing, it does not belong here, but it has heard a call to come here. Above the red door of the small attic is a gilded copper pixiu.

Zi said: "When you learn and learn it, don't you also say it? There are friends from afar, and you are happy? People don't know and are not ashamed, and they are not gentlemen?"

Youzi said: "He is also a filial brother, and those who are good at committing crimes are rare; those who are not good at committing crimes and are good at making trouble, there are no others." A gentleman is a gentleman, and he is born from the beginning. Filial piety is also the foundation of benevolence!"

Zi said: "Clever words, fresh and benevolent!" "、、、、、、"

At this time, the sound of Yan Huitang's disciples and students reciting the "Analects" came outside, and the attic was becoming more and more real, and when the clouds and mist dissipated, I finally felt that there were golden clouds and mist flickering, which were all heroic and righteous. The clouds and mist dissipated, the attic appeared, and Soul Luo looked there, and the old man at this time trembled and saluted.

"The great Confucian of the last school greeted the holy car and opened the pavilion. "The great Confucian salute, and then clear the body, pat the sleeves, and then do three bows and nine bows, at this time all the children also knelt down, the sun is shining, at this time the fairy sound bursts, a fragrance comes to the nose, and the soul feels refreshed. At this time, Ye Weiyang looked at the soul fall. Soul fell glanced at Ye Weiyang and didn't say anything. Just nodded.

"This is 、、、、、、、," Ye Weiyang said at this time.

"This is the holy incense, this is a fragrance, it is the luck of the Holy One. The condensation of talent. It is also known as the Enlightenment Spiritual Incense. With this enlightening spiritual incense, it can improve the spiritual intelligence of children and improve students' perception of learning. When ordinary people smell this holy incense, they can also cleanse and detoxify the body and eliminate toxins from the body. At this time, Zifu said.

"Thank you, Mr. Zifu, for your doubts. Soul Fall said softly, but took a sharp breath of the aroma, savored it, and lost words. Holy incense, the soul naturally knows, as a saint, is a person with atmospheric luck, holy incense from the inside out, this is also a kind of luck condensation, a symbol of identity, but this holy incense is a little unsatisfactory. If it is a real holy incense, a person like Soul Fall can directly solve the doubts in his heart when he smells it, and his cultivation is fierce, and he can even comprehend the way of heaven and gain a lot.

"Welcome to the Holy Driver, open the pavilion. ”

"Welcome to the Holy Driver, open the pavilion. ”

"Welcome to the Holy Driver, open the pavilion. ”、、、、、、

After the great Confucian, after the Jinshi, there is a lift, after the lift, after the show, after the show, after the show is a child, wave after wave, one is stronger than the other. The sound shook for nine days, at this time the sun was shining, there were a few cranes in the sky, the soul fell and looked up, at this time a few white cranes flew in the sky, the white cranes made clouds, standing next to the holy building, the soul fell to the side, and the holy building at this time has also revealed clues.

Two floors up and down the attic, above the four corners stand the divine beast mocking the wind, mocking the wind, resembling a beast, it is the third son of the nine sons of the dragon, his life is dangerous and hopeful, the beast on the corner of the temple platform is its posthumous image. Not only does it symbolize auspiciousness, beauty, and majesty, but it also has the meaning of deterring demons and removing calamities, which is why there is a statue of the mocking wind. It's not just for good luck and avoiding evil, it's also for a kind of worship.

"Open the pavilion. At this time, the master of Yan Hui Hall drank softly, and the old Confucian followed closely and shouted loudly, followed by the chief seats and the first sect shouting in unison.

With a "squeak", the holy building finally opened, and the fairy sound burst into the nose, and the holy incense came to the nose. At this time, the hall master stepped forward gently, and with each step, he bowed deeply, walked three steps and knelt, walked a total of twenty-seven steps, and then knelt in front of the main gate and bowed three times. The hall master only got up at this time.

Da Ru then got up, and all the directors of Yan Huitang also got up, and then the Jinshi, Juren, Xiucai, and Tongsheng in each courtyard.

"Ancestor Yan Hui, set up as a saint, a spoonful of food, a scoop of drink, in the alley, people are unbearable, back do not change their pleasure. Retreat and save his selfishness, it is enough to send, and he is not stupid 、、、、、、to restore the position of the saint, today Yan Huitang is a child, learning poetry, books, rituals and music, and inviting the sages to show their saints, and grace to reach all people. ”

At this time, the fairy sound burst, the door of the holy building was wide open, and there was a brocade painting hanging above the lobby in the middle, which was painted with a portrait of Fusheng Yanhui, which was not opened on the second floor, but the soul fell used spiritual power, and there was no way to talk about knowing the inside, where there was a layer of enchantment, which directly blocked the perception of the soul fall.

"The one enshrined there is the Confucian sage Confucius. A voice came, and the soul was stunned. "You are here with you, and you must not be rude. At this time, the soul fell and nodded, and the others did not notice. But Soul Fall knew that it was Wu Yu who transmitted the voice for him this time.

"Prostration, worship. Daru said, and all the students knelt down and bowed, "Get up." The student stood up. After three prostrations, all the students got up. At this time, Soul Luo looked at Yan Hui Hall Master, and the Hall Master nodded slightly. Soul Luo stepped forward and came in stride.

"The younger generation of the Wu clan has fallen into the soul of learning, and I will see the Confucian resurrection of the saint Yan Hui. The soul bowed three times, then got up, turned and took five steps back, turned around and bowed three more times, then walked nine steps forward and bowed three times again, took out the incense candle next to it and lit it.