These ancient texts are undoubtedly famous texts, and I believe that they are also excellent works here, of course, when it comes to some specific time, place and characters, he has made some changes.

With these world-famous articles as a meeting gift, Jiang Yun's confidence in going to the Temple of Literature to explore the road has also increased greatly, but how to operate at that time, he still has no bottom, if he sacrifices these world-famous articles, he just gets ordinary literary skills, but he does not have the best cultivation method such as refining tendons, then he will lose a lot.

The next morning, he still went to the East Pavilion Hall to listen to the lectures, and after eating in the dining hall in a hurry at noon, he took the manuscripts prepared yesterday, went out of the academy, found a passenger boat at the ferry port in the town, and came to the county seat.

At noon, the canopy boat docked at the wharf in the north of the county seat, Jiang Yun got off the boat, entered the city, and went straight to the Confucian Temple in the east of the city.

The Confucian Temple is close to the county school palace, covers an area of more than 10 acres, the pattern of three inside and outside, the simple and solemn construction, the blue bricks and tiles, the eaves and arches, the carving is exquisite.

Among them, it is open to ordinary people, only the outer hall in front, the last time Jiang Yun came, he only walked around the outer hall and admired the pine forest inscriptions, and the inner hall behind the Confucian Temple is usually not open, and only scholars with fame can enter to admire.

Now that Jiang Yun has a child's fame, he has the qualifications to enter the inner hall behind this. Although today is not a special day, in front of the gate of the Confucian Temple, you can still see people wearing square scarves and dancing in long robes from time to time.

Jiang Yun walked into the gate, along the gravel path, to the front hall of the main hall, only to see two tall three-legged and two-eared copper furnaces outside the main hall, surrounded by a lot of green shirt students around the copper furnace, where they burned their manuscripts in the furnace, and bursts of light smoke rose from the copper furnace, straight up to the sky, and disappeared.

These students in green shirts who burned their manuscripts outside the hall are basically white-bodied schoolchildren who have not yet entered school and have no meritorious status, and scholars who have obtained meritorious status.

However, it is not meaningless for these students who have not yet entered school and have no meritorious qualifications to burn their manuscripts here for sacrifice. It is believed that even if the white body burns the manuscript in front of the Temple of Literature and sacrifices, it can also be recognized by the spirit of the Temple of Literature and obtain a little literary merit.

In fact, there are only a few Shilin students with meritorious qualifications, and the majority of scholars without meritorious qualifications are the majority, and the main source of incense in the Temple of Literature is still these white-bodied students without meritorious qualifications.

More importantly, people believe that burning manuscripts for sacrifice and being recognized by the Temple of Literature will be of great help to the admission of the imperial examination, and if the admission to the imperial examination is treated unfairly, the spirit of the Temple of Literature will warn.

Therefore, all students who are interested in the fame of the imperial examination, as long as they have accumulated some good articles and poems that they are satisfied with, will come to this Temple of Literature to burn manuscripts and sacrifice, in order to obtain the favor and protection of the spirit of the Temple of Literature.

Jiang Yun is now a meritorious person, so naturally he will not burn manuscripts outside this hall to sacrifice like these white-bodied students, he went straight around the corridor of the front hall and continued to walk towards the back.

Through the pine forest inscription, there is a blue-gray archway in front, there are two deacons in Tsing Yi guarding in front of the door, behind the archway is the inner hall of the Confucian Temple, the white-bodied students stop here, only the scholars with meritorious personality can enter.

After Jiang Yun showed his Tongsheng seal, the deacon in Tsing Yi in front of the door got out of the way and let Jiang Yun walk in.

Walking through a gravel path surrounded by greenery, Jiang Yun came to the simple and solemn inner hall and stood in front of the main hall, standing outside the door of the main hall, faintly seeing the figures inside, obviously there were already scholars burning manuscripts in the main hall at this moment.

This manuscript burning sacrifice is all burned separately, without interfering with each other, whose manuscript is good or bad, the spirit of the Confucian Temple naturally knows in his heart, but Jiang Yun still did not rush in, first waited outside the door for a while, until the people inside came out, he stepped in.

As soon as he stepped into the main hall, his heart suddenly moved, and he seemed to hear a burst of laughter in his ears, and when he settled down, he turned his eyes around, but saw that the hall was lonely, even if there were three or two long-robed scholars who burned manuscripts and sacrificed there, they were all focused and silent.

This is the inner hall of the Temple of Literature, a solemn place, naturally no one dares to make noise here, disturbing the Holy Spirit, that is not their own death.

But Jiang Yun clearly felt like he had heard a burst of laughter just now, could it be that he was hallucinating?

In front of the main hall, there is a tablet of the statues of the four saints, and a three-legged and two-eared copper furnace is placed on the left side, which is the same as the outer hall, for the scholars to burn manuscripts and sacrifice.

At this moment, in the copper furnace, the light smoke curls, condenses but does not disperse, and goes straight into the above Liangcai Dou, and there is a faint brilliance flickering and flowing around the Liangcai Dou.

In front of the copper furnace stood three scholars in long robes, a middle-aged scribe, and two young students.

The three of them stood by the copper stove, looking solemn, standing still, waiting until the Chinese manuscript of the furnace was burned and the light smoke dissipated for a while, and the three seemed to wake up from a dream, all showing a little disappointment.

It seems that the three of them may have come for a new cultivation method, but it seems that the literary skills obtained by burning the manuscript and sacrificing sacrifices are not enough, and they did not get the results they wanted.

After that, the three of them left without a word.

Jiang Yun slowly walked to the front of the incense case, first expressed his intention, burned incense and prayed silently: "Students are here, please ask the Holy Ancestor to give the Great Dao Exercises to refine the muscles, and also ask the Holy Ancestor to complete it!"

After silent prayer, he walked to the copper furnace, took out the manuscript in his arms, thought about it, first took out a preface to the Lanting Collection, and burned it in the copper furnace.

The manuscript with the preface to the Lanting Collection burned violently when it caught fire, and soon the paper turned to ashes, and the words in it also turned into a breath, and with the light smoke drifted into the bucket hanging above.

The faint brilliance of the body around the Liangcai Dou flickered, and then I saw a thin ray of light rising from the mouth of the bucket, circling around the edge of the bucket, and it took three turns before the momentum disappeared and disappeared.

If the person who is expected to see the art of qi here, he will definitely be surprised, how can this young new boy in front of him casually burn a manuscript, he will be alarmed by the amount of talent fight, and he will get an evaluation of the third fighter.

The Confucian Temple in Linshui County, I don't know how many scholars and scholars come to burn manuscripts and sacrifice in a year, but there is no one in a hundred manuscripts that can touch the amount of talent, and the evaluation of a bucket is already very rare, like now, the evaluation of the three buckets has not been seen for many years.

"Hahaha-"

Suddenly there was a burst of laughter in his ears, Jiang Yun was startled again, turned his eyes around, and saw that the hall was empty and lonely at the moment, and he was the only one, this laughter was naturally not from him, so where did this laughter come from.

He shook his head, his eyes couldn't help but look at the statue of the Four Holy Gods in front of him, and a ridiculous thought arose in his heart for no reason, could it be that the statue was laughing just now?

As soon as this thought rose, he was immediately rejected by him with a smile, although the four statues in front of him, although they represent the spiritual position of the four saints, but after all, they are just dead objects made of wood carvings and clay sculptures, how can they laugh, they really think too much.

Of course, after he got here, he also read some wild history miscellaneous books, and knew that in this world, there are spirits, mountains have mountain spirits, water has water spirits, and everything has spirits, but the level of spirituality is different, fundamentally speaking, people are also a kind of spirit.

And this Temple of Literature is guarded by the spirit of the Temple of Literature, which is almost a fact recognized by the world. The origin of the spirit of the Temple of Literature, there are different opinions, a more widely spread saying, the spirit of the Temple of Literature is the ancient ethereal aura of the incarnation, by the dynasties of the scholars incense offerings, and turned into the spirit of the Temple of Literature, to protect the Taoist system.

Regarding these rumors, Jiang Yun was only half-convinced, and for a while he was thinking nonsense about the Four Holy Spirits in front of him, and he was stunned, and there was no other action for a while.

After a while, he came back to his senses slightly, and was hesitating, whether to continue to burn the manuscript in his hand, don't burn it, it seems that he can't get the inheritance of the refining technique, continue to burn, and he is worried that he just gets ordinary literary skills, if he only gets the intermediate refining technique in the end, then he will lose a lot.

"Little friend, why don't you keep burning, keep burning......"

Just as he was hesitating and stunned here, an ethereal and hollow voice suddenly came to mind in his ears, just like the two loud laughs before.

"Who, who is talking!" Jiang Yun was taken aback again, and turned his eyes around, only to see that the hall was still empty and lonely, where there was half a figure, and finally his gaze couldn't help but fall on the statue of the Four Holy Spirits in front of him, with a look of surprise.

"You don't need to look for it, the spirit is formless and incorporeal, and you can't find it with your naked eyes. Just as Jiang Yun was stunned here, an ethereal and empty sound sounded in his ears.

Now it is difficult to explain what kind of hallucination it is, Jiang Yun flashed and blurted out: "You, you are the spirit of the Temple of Literature?"

"Haha, Xiaoyou's understanding is good, and the spirit is the spirit of the Confucian Temple in Linshui County. The ethereal and empty voice in his ear laughed again.

Hearing the other party's admission, Jiang Yun had no doubts, his expression was grim, this was a character who could not afford to offend, and he hurriedly saluted the void and said, "Student Jiang Yun, I have seen the Spirit of the Temple of Literature!"

"Okay, you don't need so many mundane rituals, you can continue to burn it......" There was a misty and empty voice in his ears, and there were some eager voices, it seemed that the spirit of the Temple of Literature was very eager for the manuscript in his arms. (To be continued.) )