To go to the Confucian Temple in the capital of the Great Sui Dynasty to ask for a copy of the literary fortune, this involves Chen Ping'an's cultivation avenue, but Mao Xiaodong did not rush to take Chen Ping'an straight to the Confucian Temple, just took Chen Ping'an to walk slowly and chatted.

Mao Xiaodong asked Chen Ping'an about many interesting things on the way to Chen Ping'an's travels, Chen Ping'an traveled twice, but more on the banks of the deep mountains and rivers, trekking through mountains and rivers, and encountering Wenwu Temple, not too much, Chen Ping'an casually talked about the good friend who seemed rough but was actually very talented, the bearded hero Xu Yuanxia.

Mao Xiaodong said that this Xu Xia Shi could come to the academy as a nominal master to give lectures to the students of the academy, and talk about the magnificent mountains and rivers and the gathering of humanities, and the academy could even open up a house for him to hang his manuscripts.

Chen Ping'an promised Mao Xiaodong to send a letter to Xu Yuanxia, who had returned to his hometown, inviting him to take a trip to the Dasui Mountain Cliff Academy.

The largest and highest ceremonial temple in the capital of the Great Sui is located in the northwest, so the two of them set off from Donghua Mountain, and have to pass through the small half of the capital, during which Mao Xiaodong invited Chen Ping'an to have lunch, it is a small restaurant hiding in the depths of the alley, but the business is not cold, the aroma of wine is not afraid of the deep alley, and the rice wine brewed by the restaurant is very doorway.

Mao Xiaodong said that every time he made wine, in addition to the host's family would inevitably select glutinous rice, he would also take his son out of the city and rush to Songfeng Spring sixty miles away from the capital to fetch water.

When Chen Ping'an left the tavern, he bought a large jar of rice wine, went to the uninhabited alley, carefully poured it into the sword raising gourd that had bottomed out, and then put the empty jar into the things at hand.

Inside, "there are no surprises".

Clothes and books, copywriting, pots and pans, firewood knives and needlework, herbal flints, bits and pieces.

Seeing that Chen Ping'an put away the empty wine jar that was not worth a few pennies, Mao Xiaodong reminded: "It is a good thing to accumulate a lot, and gather sand into a tower, just don't drill the tip of the horns, and find fault everywhere, otherwise either the heart is difficult to be clear, or the heart is hard, although the muscles and bones are strong, but the heart is already haggard." ”

Chen Ping'an smiled: "Write it down." ”

Mao Xiaodong stroked his beard and smiled.

In fact, it is he, Senior Brother Mao, who is nitpicking, but if he doesn't put up a little shelf with Chen Ping'an, how can he reflect the dignity of being a senior brother?

After traveling for nearly half an hour, he had already arrived at the holy place in the hearts of all the students in the Great Sui area, the Confucian Temple in the capital.

The Temple of Literature is scattered all over the vast world, dotted all over the world, like a lamp of literary luck on the earth, shining on the world.

Unless it is a place that is too remote, the smallest county usually needs to build a Wenwu Temple, and all the county guards and county commanders need to go to the Confucian Temple to worship incense and worship the saints after the new officials take office, and then go to the Wumiao to pay tribute to the heroic spirits.

Therefore, even if it is the town where Chen Ping'an grew up in Lizhu Cave, it is closed and blocked, and after it is broken and falls, and takes root in the territory of Dali, the first major thing is that the Dali Imperial Court asked the first county commander Wu Yuan to immediately start preparing for the site selection of the two temples of civil and military.

Mao Xiaodong stood outside the Temple of Literature, and Chen Ping'an stood side by side with the old man.

Mao Xiaodong asked: "I drank rice wine before, but now I see the Temple of Literature, do you have any experience?"

Chen Ping'an replied: "The above good glutinous rice wine, there is an endless stream of people buying wine, it can be seen that the people in the capital have no worries about food and clothing, and they have a lot of spare money. As for this Temple of Literature, I haven't seen anything yet. ”

Chen Ping'an answered half correctly, Mao Xiaodong nodded, but this time it was really not Mao Xiaodong who was playing tricks, and gave Chen Ping'an guidance:

"There is no movement over there, which shows that the guys who live in the mud in the Great Sui Confucian Temple are not optimistic about your Chen Ping'an's literary fortune. ”

Speaking of this, Mao Xiaodong sneered a little, "It's probably because the incense has been smoked for hundreds of years, and the eyes are not good." ”

Mao Xiaodong continued: "You Bachelor, with a pious mind, visit the Temple of Literature, if you are a person with literary luck, the gods of the Temple of Literature will feel it, and quietly divide some cultural luck that increases literary talent as a gift. The so-called wonderful pen of the world, the article is natural, and the wrist is like a ghost and god helping each other when the pen is written, which is the reason, but what the sages and gods of the Temple of Literature can do is just the icing on the cake, in the final analysis, it is still the reader's own kung fu is not deep. ”

"Those who are willing to do these small actions are mostly the actions of the incense gods who become gods in their own countries, and the Confucian temples in the capitals of various countries worship the holy ancestors and the seventy-two sages who accompany them, which are just clay statues. Of course, there are no absolutes, and there are very few exceptions, the capital Confucian Temple of the nine dynasties in the world often has a great sage sitting in it. ”

Hearing this, Chen Ping'an asked softly: "Now in the south of Aquarius, it is rumored that Dali is already the tenth dynasty. ”

Mao Xiaodong said with a smile: "Wait until all the new five mountains of Dali appear, and then talk about this, there is only one Beiyue Phiyun Mountain at this time, which is still justified, and it is too early." ”

Mao Xiaodong walked forward, "Let's go, let's go and meet the saints of the Confucian Temple where the bones of the Great Sui Dynasty are located." ”

Chen Ping'an followed.

The Temple of Literature occupies a huge area, and there are many literati and scholars, good men and women who come here, but it does not seem crowded.

But when Chen Ping'an followed Mao Xiaodong to the main hall of the Confucian Temple, he found that there was no one around.

It seems that the Temple of Literature has been instructed to temporarily prohibit tourists and pilgrims from approaching this front hall to worship the world, and the back hall to worship the saints of a country.

The compound is silent, and the ancient trees are towering.

An elderly Confucian man with big sleeves and a high crown, wearing a long sword hanging from his waist, appeared in a golden body, walked out of a clay statue of the god in the apse, crossed the threshold, and walked into the courtyard.

Mao Xiaodong and the famous bone Wenchen in the history books of the Great Sui Dynasty saluted each other.

Before entering this courtyard, Mao Xiaodong had already told Chen Ping'an about several gods of the Confucian Temple in Beijing who are still "alive", their lives and contexts, as well as their great achievements in their respective dynasties.

The god of the Confucian Temple in front of him, named Yuan Gaofeng, is one of the founding achievements of the Great Sui, but also a Confucian general with outstanding military achievements, abandoned the pen and threw himself into the army, followed the founding emperor of the Gao family of Geyang to lay down the country on horseback, after dismounting, with the official department of Shangshu, awarded the title of Wuyingdian University Scholar, exhausted his efforts, outstanding political achievements, and the beauty of Wenzheng after his death. The Yuan family is still the first-class tyrant of the Great Sui, with many talents, the contemporary head of the Yuan family, once the official to the criminal department of Shangshu, resigned due to illness, and there are many handsome sons and grandchildren, and there are achievements in the officialdom and the battlefield and the study of the study.

Yuan Gaofeng himself is also the first official to be personally named Wenzheng by the emperor since the founding of the Great Sui Dynasty.

Yuan Gaofeng asked, "I don't know what the Lord of Maoshan is here?"

Mao Xiaodong asked rhetorically, "Knowingly?"

Yuan Gaofeng's expression remained unchanged, "Please ask the master of Maoshan to speak clearly." ”

Mao Xiaodong said slowly: "I want to take away a copy of the Wenyun with your Confucian Temple, and borrow another one, among the rituals and sacrificial vessels of the Confucian Temple, I will roughly take away the coffin and a set of braided chimes for the time being, in addition to one and one for each of the fangs, and two candlesticks, which is the share that our Mountain Cliff Academy should have, and the blue and white jar that you later moved from the local Confucian Temple and was funded by Yan Qingguang, the imperial historian, was borrowed from your Confucian Temple." In addition to the cultural luck contained in it, the artifact itself will of course be returned to you in full. ”

Yuan Gaofeng asked, "Why don't you Mao Xiaodong grab it?"

Sure enough, he was born as a Confucian general, and he went straight to the point without ambiguity.

Mao Xiaodong smiled: "If I can grab it, I won't be polite to you." ”

Yuan Gaofeng sneered: "You also know, listening to your straight words, your tone is so loud, I thought that you Mao Xiaodong is now a sage of the academy in the Jade Pu Realm." ”

Yuan Gaofeng immediately said: "But the Yupu Realm doesn't seem to be enough, you Mao Xiaodong can't succeed unless you can relocate the entire Donghua Mountain to the Confucian Temple, right? ”

Mao Xiaodong looked around and said with a smile: "How to move, the mountain is bigger than the temple, can it be smashed down all of a sudden, covering the Temple of Literature?

Yuan Gaofeng said sharply: "Mao Xiaodong, you don't play tricks with merchants here, and ask me Yuan Gaofeng to accompany you to bargain here, you can be cheeky, I'm still afraid of insulting Sven! The bottom line of the Temple of Literature, you know it clearly!"

Mao Xiaodong didn't realize it.

Chen Ping'an felt a majestic majestic righteousness, faintly, there were colorful streamers, scattered and wandering, almost showing signs of condensation.

The true qi in Chen Ping'an's body was stagnant, and the Shuifu, which had the water-character printed natal object, involuntarily closed the door, and the green-clothed children inside who were born from the essence of water transportation trembled.

Mao Xiaodong did not stop Yuan Gaofeng's deliberate demonstration, and Chen Ping'an alone endured the suppression of this rich literary movement.

Mao Xiaodong stretched out his palm and pointed to the side of the main hall, "Let's go to the apse to talk in detail." ”

Yuan Gaofeng hesitated for a moment and agreed.

Mao Xiaodong asked Chen Ping'an to go to the front hall for a walk, as for the back hall, there was no need to go.

When Mao Xiaodong and Yuan Gaofeng walked into the apse, several golden-bodied gods walked out of the clay statues.

Chen Ping'an walked slowly in the solemn and solemn front hall, this was the first time Chen Ping'an walked into the main hall of the Confucian Temple in the capital of a country, at that time in Tongyezhou, did not follow the Yao family to the Daquan Dynasty Mirage City, otherwise he should go to see, and then in the capital of Qingluan Kingdom, due to the prevailing debate of Buddhism and Taoism at that time, Chen Ping'an did not have the opportunity to visit. As for the capital of Nanyuan Kingdom, which is blessed with lotus flowers, there is no Confucian Temple that worships the seventy-two sages.

No matter how far you go, no matter how carefully you look, there will eventually be such and such misses, and it is impossible to really see the scenery all.

Time passed, approaching dusk, Chen Ping'an was alone, barely made the slightest footsteps, had repeatedly seen the statue of the god in the front hall twice, previously in the immortal book "Mountains and Seas", the literati of various countries, prose travelogues, more or less have been in contact with the life deeds of these "sages" who accompany the Temple of Literature, this is the place where Confucianism in the world is more difficult for the common people to understand, even the mountain master of the seventy-two academies is used to being called a saint, why these great sages who have great knowledge and great merit are only orthodox by Confucianism You must know that in the major academies, there are not a few sages compared to gentlemen who are even rarer.

Mao Xiaodong returned from the apse, and Chen Ping'an found that the old man's face was not very good-looking.

In the Temple of Literature, Chen Ping'an didn't ask much.

After the two walked out of the Confucian Temple, Mao Xiaodong took the initiative to speak: "All iron roosters, not pulling out a hair, it's really hard to talk." ”

Chen Ping'an nodded.

Mao Xiaodong looked up at the sky, "Zhengda Guangming finished visiting the Temple of Literature, and had dinner later, and then just took advantage of the darkness, we went to the rest of the places where the literary fortune gathered to try our luck, and then we won't be in a hurry, and we will fight quickly, and strive to return to the academy before the rooster crows tomorrow morning, as for the Temple of Literature, we must not be so stingy with them, and we will come here every day in the future." ”

After the two crossed the two streets, they found a nearby restaurant, and before waiting for the food to be served, Mao Xiaodong told Chen Ping'an in his heart, "The atmosphere of the Confucian Temple is wrong, Yuan Gaofeng is so unkind, I can still understand it, but the other two Great Sui Wen saints who followed the head today and shouted for Yuan Gaofeng have always been known for their gentle temperament, so they shouldn't be so tough." ”

Chen Ping'an poured two bowls of rice wine from the sword cultivation gourd and asked, "Could it be that Yuan Gaofeng is actually using this way to remind us?" The gods of the Confucian Temple in the capital, in the face of the current undercurrent of the Great Sui, must have seen it in their eyes for a long time, but the palms and backs of their hands are full of meat, and it involves the Guozuo and Wenyun of the Gao clan of the Great Sui, it is difficult for them to make a decision, so they have to stand by and watch, but they are unwilling to watch us being kept in the dark and spoil the cultural context of Donghuashan Academy, so they deliberately show people with black faces, and ask us to be careful about the situation outside the Confucian Temple with words and deeds that violate common sense?"

Mao Xiaodong was a little relieved, and said with a smile: "That's right." ”

Mao Xiaodong looked out of the window of the restaurant and sighed: "I thought that our pair of bait throwing rods into the water, the other party should always observe and observe more, or take advantage of the lack of people at night, first send some small fish and shrimp to peck a few bites, but I didn't expect that it was not dark yet, not far from the Temple of Literature, and the pedestrians on the street were bustling, so they directly sacrificed the killer weapon and went crazy." When did the Great Sui literati kill so decisively?"

Chen Ping'an drank the bowl of mellow rice wine slowly.

Mao Xiaodong smiled and asked, "Aren't you nervous?"

Chen Ping'an put down the wine bowl and said: "Don't hide it from the master of Maoshan Mountain, I have been fighting and killing a lot, and I have seen some of the world." ”

Mao Xiaodong asked again, "How big is the world?"

Chen Ping'an thought for a while and said frankly: "I have beaten a primordial old Jiao who sits in a small world in Jiaolonggou, I have carried the sword of the boss sword immortal of the Great Wall of Sword Qi, and I have been hit by a Flying Ascension Realm monk's natal magic weapon Sword Swallowing Boat. ”

Mao Xiaodong laughed heartily.

Chen Ping'an couldn't help but laugh and added a sycophant, "I also drank wine at the same table with the master of Maoshan." ”

Mao Xiaodong hurriedly picked up the big white bowl, "Don't say anything in front, but in the back, you have to drink a big bowl of wine." ”

Chen Ping'an finished drinking the wine in the bowl and suddenly asked, "The approximate number of people and cultivation, can you investigate?"

Mao Xiaodong nodded and said: "I have been wandering around with the little treasure bottle in the past few years, but in fact, I have some plans, and I have been trying to make one thing, what is the matter, let's not mention it first, anyway, within a thousand zhang around me, the qi practitioners under the upper five realms and the pure martial artists under the nine realms, I know it well." These five assassins, one Jindan Sword Cultivator of the Nine Realms, one Longmen Realm Monk of the Soldier Family, one Longmen Realm Formation Master, one Traveling Realm Martial Artist, and one Golden Body Realm Martial Artist. ”

Chen Ping'an said helplessly: "I may not be able to help much." ”

Mao Xiaodong got up with a smile, took out the day and night wandering god true talisman from his sleeve, handed it back to Chen Ping'an, who followed him, and said with a smile in his heart: "How can there be a reason to be a senior brother and squander the junior brother's belongings, put it away." ”

Chen Ping'an hesitated.

Mao Xiaodong smiled and asked: "What, I think the enemy is menacing, it's me Mao Xiaodong who is too conceited?" Have you forgotten the previous sentence, as long as there is no Jade Pu Realm monk to help them suppress the formation, I can handle it." ”

Chen Ping'an frowned and said, "What if there is?"

Mao Xiaodong smiled, "Then I'll be more relieved." Appearing here can't kill me, and at the same time proves that there is no backhand and killing trick they have buried on the academy's side. ”

took advantage of Mao Xiaodong's lack of signs of making a move for the time being.

Chen Ping'an silently poured another bowl of wine.

Mao Xiaodong asked curiously, "What are you doing?"

Chen Ping'an was bowing his head and taking a big sip of wine, "Learn from that Zhu Yong, drink punishment wine." ”

Mao Xiaodong scolded with a smile: "Good boy, I'm waiting for a Jade Pu Realm monk to appear here, right?!"

Chen Ping'an smiled slightly.

Mao Xiaodong glanced at the hosta and did not speak.