When the news of Zuo Guanghua's death reached Zhuang Yuyuan, I don't know how many people applauded.

But Lin Hu didn't show any expression, still doing what he had to do, as if the dead person had nothing to do with him.

This incident affected many people, for example, Zuo Guanghua's Jiuzhen Palace was affected by the pond fish and suffered heavy losses.

Maybe at first, Lin Hu still had a little guilty thoughts, but after figuring it out, the guilt in Lin Hu's heart was completely gone.

From the beginning, Lin Hu didn't have the idea of harming anyone, he just wanted to cultivate quietly alone, and by the way, he looked at the scenery he had never seen before.

It's just that this fucking world isn't about doing whatever you want, you don't want to get into trouble, and the trouble yourself just finds you.

If Lin Hu is still a little guilty about the death of innocent people, Zuo Guanghua is "innocent of death".

Lin Hu and Zuo Guanghua were only small contradictions at the beginning, when they were in the Black Wind Hall, Lin Hu had a hunch that Zuo Guanghua wanted to kill him, if he didn't agree to be the first to enter the underground passage, then there would be absolutely no good end.

It's not that Zuo Guanghua is narrow-minded, but he doesn't take Lin Hu to heart at all, maybe in Zuo Guanghua's heart, killing Lin Hu is like stepping on an ant.

In fact, this is also a common problem of many high-ranking monks, when a person has the power to easily decide the life and death of others, it is natural that he will have a heart of indifference.

In their eyes, they are gods, and others, mortals, are ants!

Lin Hu is not a saint, others regard him as an ant, he also regards others as grass mustard, others want to harm him, don't blame him for being black-hearted!

The beginning and end of this incident, although it was just Lin Hu's whimsical idea for a while, it also gave him a lot of inspiration.

Lin Hu has always heard such a sentence: The sharpest thing in the world is not a sword, but a pen!

Originally, Lin Hu had always regarded this as nonsense, but now, Lin Hu somewhat understood.

He is a low-level little monk, even if he has some hole cards, at best, he can only fight with a martial artist of the ninefold body realm for a few rounds, and no matter how strong he is, he can only flee in the wilderness.

But just by using the pen, it can force the famous faction in Cangzhou to suffer heavy losses, although there is a lot of luck in it, but the result makes people have to think deeply.

Now Lin Hu finally understands why Confucianism has always been at the top of the hundred schools, even if it is a more warlike soldier, it is much inferior to Confucianism.

It's not that others don't work hard, but Confucianism is too dark!

These people just use the pen, they can stir up a bloody storm, no matter how great their merits, they can also cover it in a word, and if they want to beautify others, they can beautify it in the name of Spring and Autumn Brushwork, how can you make other people who have worked hard to cultivate embarrassed!

However, Lin Hu likes it!

Of course, Lin Hu also knows that this method is just a crooked way, but it can't be used again, and if you use it too much, you can be regarded as falling into the devil's way, and the power of Confucianism is not just a trick of words, and it is a trick behind the scenes.

Otherwise, if you are always fooling around like this, sooner or later you will be destroyed by the alliance of other families.

Therefore, the most common thing Lin Hu does now, in addition to necessary cultivation, is reading!

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"If you don't know your fate, you can't be a gentleman. If you don't know how to be polite, you can't stand up. I don't know what to say, and I don't know how to know people......"

Early in the morning, the sound of reading came from Lin Hu's courtyard.

The bright sunlight shines directly on the ground among the bamboo forests through the swaying bamboo, leaving a few mottled bamboo shadows.

Lin Hu was sitting on the edge of the stone table in the bamboo forest reading, reading hard and figuring out the scriptures.

"Although I am not going to participate in the scientific expedition of this world, since I have entered Confucianism, how can I not feel the Confucian style of this world?"

"The book of the sages says that reading can make a man wise, and that a man who reads can be as powerful as God if his heart is upright and strict......

Putting down the book in his hand, Lin Hu thought carefully about his recent changes, "Although the hard reading during this period of time has not reached the level mentioned in the book, I have also reached a lot of thoughts, and it seems that what is written in the book is indeed true." ”

"It's just that if you just blindly read books without thinking, then you are really reading dead books, reading books are dead, and this way is not advisable......"

Thinking in his heart, Lin Hu closed the scripture book in his hand and opened a copy of "Miracle Records".

This "Miraculous Record" is not a scripture, etiquette, or strategy for the scholar's scientific examination, but an absurd and uninhibited note of gods and monsters.

Readers like to talk silently and be confused, and this kind of book is not read by people who are preparing for scientific examinations.

Even Confucian monks who are not preparing for scientific examinations do not like to read such books very much, and it is purely Confucian thought that is at work.

However, Lin Hu did not have this kind of thought, or rather, he was deeply affected by the memories of his previous life, fundamentally speaking, he could not become a traditional Confucian disciple, and he was destined to be an outlier in Confucianism.

In Lin Hu's view, this world is different from the world he was in in his previous life, the demons and monsters in this world are real, and the scholars only talk about people's livelihood and politics, benevolence, righteousness, etiquette, and law, and completely put aside the things of gods and ghosts, which is completely excessive.

This "Miraculous Story" is quite interesting, a bit similar to Lin Hu's "Liao Zhai" in his previous life, but compared with "Liao Zhai", Lin Hu always feels that something is missing.

What is it?

By the way, it's interesting, and it lacks the interest of the story, do you want to take some time to write "Liao Zhai" as well?

It is estimated that the people in this world will be surprised after writing it, Lin Hu secretly guessed.

Of course, this is just Lin Hu's idea for a while, and now he can probably write it if he wants to write "Liao Zhai", but writing a novel is also a process that consumes his own luck.

He didn't plan to continue writing until the luck he consumed when writing "The Condor" was completely replenished.

"Huh?"

Suddenly, a description in "The Legend of the Miraculous" caught Lin Hu's attention.

"There are no gods and Buddhas in the world, and the so-called gods and Buddhas are just derived from people's thoughts and beliefs?"

"Can the so-called 'Heaven sees itself and the people see it, Heaven listens to itself and the people listen, and Heaven will its own public opinion' can still be explained in this way? Gods and Buddhas are just derived from the thoughts of countless people......

Lin Hu felt refreshed, thinking about the massive power of faith he had collected through writing novels, and only felt that this book seemed to open a mysterious door for him.

"Bang bang bang!"

Just as Lin Hu was pondering, suddenly, there was a knock on the door outside the courtyard.

The sudden knock on the door interrupted Lin Hu's thinking, Lin Hu frowned, but still got up and opened the door.

Outside the door, standing was an "old friend" Lin Hu hadn't seen for a long time.

PS: First of all, thank you for the reward of the book friend "Tianhuo Lianshan", and the second is finally good, in other words, how can the tiger have a feeling of handing in his homework on time before!