On the wall in front of it, there are countless names and countless achievements, but there is a whiteboard in it, which obviously also had handwriting and images on it, but now it is a whiteboard......

Luo Wuxin said, this person's name is Li Tianlei, a thousand years ago, the amazing talent of the human race Tianjiao, Lingyan Pavilion left his name.

However, this man made a big mistake and was removed from the temple.

If a person makes a mistake and the temple is removed, and his name remains in Lingyan Pavilion, how can he guide the literati forward? Therefore, his name was erased, and it was precisely because of this incident that the Governing Body of the Temple issued that rule: to leave his name in Lingyan Pavilion, it must be after the death of a person, so as not to be controversial.

This is called "closing the coffin to be conclusive"!

For this, Lin Su agreed!

Yes, before a person dies, it is not suitable to become a positive model, if this guy becomes a positive model, he will fool around, overturn the car, and the propaganda caliber cannot be controlled, only when he stretches his legs and closes his eyes, and there will be no more moths, can he really make a summary of his life's merits.

He nodded lightly: "Lingyan Pavilion is a place to guide disciples' hearts to the Great Dao, it is really not trivial to leave a name, this new rule is reasonable, of course...... Brother Luo, what kind of mistake did this Li Tianlei make? ”

"This matter involves the Tianhe Tribulation, it is quite sensitive, Brother Lin should not inquire!" Luo Wuxin said: "Let's go, go up to the second floor and take a look!" ”

Tianhe Tribulation!

Lin Su's heart jumped slightly, this was the second time he had heard the word Tianhe Tribulation......

The first time was on the mountain of books......

Fate Wuyan told him that he was from the book "Tianhe Tribulation......

The saint of Shushan Yasong told him that the Tianhe Tribulation was not actually a book......

With a few doubts, Lin Su went up to the second floor of Lingyan Pavilion......

The second floor of Lingyan Pavilion is the "Wengong Palace"!

What is Wengong?

Those who have truly made outstanding contributions to Wendao will be credited!

What kind of outstanding contributions?

Open up the road of literature and Taoism!

Write down the Temple Treasures!

Those who have made immortal achievements are credited!

Regardless of whether others are qualified to leave their names on this second layer, Lin Su obviously has this qualification, however, it is impossible for him to find his name here, because he is not dead yet!

Luo Wuxin didn't seem to be willing to look at the various records on both sides, so he walked forward leisurely without squinting: "Brother Lin entered the cabinet today, is it to break the literary world?" ”

"Yes!" Lin Su was also blunt.

"The literary realm is broken in the Lingyan Pavilion, and the power of the Holy Dao is integrated into the literary realm, and the power is naturally different, Brother Lin chose to enter the realm in the Lingyan Pavilion, which was unexpected, however, there is one thing that Brother Lin doesn't know if he knows......"

"Brother Luo, please speak!" Lin Su Dao.

"The entry platform in the Lingyan Pavilion, outside the third layer, if you want to enter the boundary platform, you must first put on the holy incense, do you know this rule?"

"I don't know until now!"

"Since you know it at this moment, then this reminder of the junior brother is really necessary...... Luo Wuxin smiled mysteriously: "Brother Lin, do you know that above the third layer, there are only seventeen holy statues?" ”

Lin Su's heart jumped suddenly......

Luo Wuxin said: "Brother Lin is the heart of the soldier, but above the Holy Pavilion, there is no statue of the saint of the soldier, but I don't know how to go to the law with Brother Lin's incense?" ”

On the Lingyan Pavilion!

The Icon of the Soldier has been removed!

This is what Luo Wuxin told Lin Su!

Lin Su's heart had already turned over the river and the sea, and it was not a taste at all......

The military palace is gone, the soldier family is gone, he thinks this is the biggest insult to a generation of heroes, however, the insult is far more than that! On the most sacred Lingyan Pavilion in the temple, there is no statue of the Soldier Saint anymore!

His word is still there!

His people are eliminated in all directions!

The human race can leave a name in Lingyan Pavilion, glorious through the ages, a dignified saint, a true master who has boiled up 80,000 green silks, swept the eight desolations and Liuhe with his own strength, and created hundreds of millions of miles of living space for mankind! His icon had moved out of the Lingyan Pavilion!

All kinds of thoughts flowed through his heart and turned into an ordinary sentence: "How do ordinary people make incense?" ”

Luo Wuxin said: "The ancestor has three pillars of incense, and his ancestor has one pillar of incense." ”

What is the ancestor?

Which Wenxin you take, you are the descendant of this lineage, you give three pillars of incense to the saints of this lineage, and for the saints of other factions, each have a pillar of incense.

This is the rule of incense for ordinary people.

The temple has long been customary.

However, this conventional practice has become a shackle here in Lin Su.

He took the soldier's Wenxin, and it stands to reason that he gave three pillars of incense to the soldier saint and one pillar of incense to the other seventeen saints, which is in line with the tradition and rules, but the soldier saint icon is gone!

How do you get on?

Lin Su's eyes slowly raised: "Brother Luo, if you live in another position with your brother, what will you do?" ”

Luo Wuxin smiled and said: "If the junior brother is Brother Lin, take seventeen pillars of incense, one saint and one pillar of incense!" ”

"Thank you Brother Luo for your advice!" Lin Su bowed and walked towards the entrance of the third layer pavilion.

Luo Wuxin didn't follow anymore, because he had already entered the third layer and had already gone through the process of incense, so there was nothing wrong, and naturally there was no reason to enter the third layer.

But his eyes followed Lin Su's back all the way, thoughtful.

A voice next to him sounded softly: "Childe, I really believe now that you are deliberately trying to win him over!" ”

As Junyue's voice came, Junyue appeared on Luo Wuxin's side.

This is the second layer, and Junyue has obtained the status of the temple, so she can also come, but she can't enter the third layer.

Luo Wuxin smiled slightly: "You heard kindness from my suggestion?" ”

"Nature is goodwill...... Don't...... Isn't Childe's move good-intentioned? ”

Luo Wuxin smiled: "Is it meaningless to be kind, because what he is facing today is a malice, and no matter how this malice is solved, it will only bear evil results!" ”

"Why?" Junyue feels that the brain can't keep up, isn't it just a fragrance? How complex can it be? There is a soldier saint icon, you have three more pillars of incense, there is no soldier saint icon, and the responsibility is not yours, you just treat all the saints equally, and you can't provoke people, from this point of view, Luo Wuxin's advice to him is definitely a rationalization suggestion, and it is definitely not malicious.

But why did the person who made this suggestion interpret it with malicious intent?

She must admit that she is not a person who plays Wendao, although she has been working the Wisdom Dao, she is obviously not a real Wisdom Dao person, at least, with Luo Wuxin, Lin Su and other people in the Wisdom Dao, she is separated by the moat.

Before Lin Su reached the third layer.

In front of the third floor, there is a road wall.

As soon as Lin Su arrived, his name was displayed on it, and his name was green, which meant that he met the conditions to enter the third layer.

There was also a gatekeeper on the third floor, and the gatekeeper elder smiled slightly: "Student Lin Su, do you want to enter the Holy Pavilion to offer incense?" ”

"Yes!" Lin Su said: "Sanzhu incense, thank you!" ”

"Three pillars?" The gatekeeper was slightly startled......

"Yes!"

Luo Wuxin's face changed slightly......

Obviously, Lin Su's choice shocked him......

The Seventeen Saints of Lingyan Pavilion, do you choose three pillars of incense?

Are you going to choose three and give up fourteen?

If you do that, you're looking for death!

Junyue's eyes were also wide open, and he didn't understand what Lin Su was doing at all......

Lin Su didn't care about everyone's eyes at all, took the three-pillar incense handed over by the elder, and strolled up......

Lingyan Pavilion, seventeen icons!

In the middle is Confucianism, followed by Taoism, Law, Ink, Music, Yin and Yang, Painting, Wisdom, Miscellaneous, Yi, Agriculture, Calligraphy, Vertical and Horizontal, and Medicine......

Every saint is kind and elegant......

The light of the Holy Path hovered between their brows, and the whole pavilion was incomparably transparent and holy......

Lin Su strode forward, one step, two steps, three steps......

His hand rose, and a pillar of incense burned in the wind: "A pillar of incense, respect the sky!" ”

Phew!

Incense is inserted in the middle of the high platform!

The second pillar of incense comes out......

"Erzhu incense, respect the ground!"

"Three pillars of incense! Salute! ”

Three incense burns together......

Lin Su bowed deeply!

Outside the pavilion, Luo Wuxin's brows furrowed suddenly......

The Gatekeeper frowned......

Junyue's eyes lit up: "Childe, he ...... Is this a solution to the problem? I don't think there's anything wrong with this incense on him! ”

Luo Wuxin slowly opened his eyes: "What's more, there's nothing wrong with it?" This is the only solution to this problem, a good Lin Su, it's really leaky......"

"Childe, tell me what is the difficulty of this problem......

Luo Wuxin explained, and the confusion in Junyue's eyes slowly dissipated, and she finally understood what the difficulty of this problem was......

It's a difficult dilemma!

The seventeen saints of the Holy Pavilion, but there is no Lin Su's own family saint among them.

In this case, incense is a paradox that cannot be applied no matter what.

The rules prevailing in the temple are: the patriarch of the family has three pillars of incense, and the other patriarchs have one pillar of incense, which reflects the "respect for the teacher", the former is respecting the teacher, and the latter is the heavy way.

However, Lin Su's own ancestor is gone, and this rule will not work.

Luo Wuxin gave Lin Su a suggestion, since the ancestor of your family is gone, you give the other ancestors a pillar of incense and treat each other equally. This suggestion seems reasonable at first glance, but as long as you implement it, you will fall into another trap: you give one pillar of incense to other ancestors, which seems fair, and no one can provoke it, but your own ancestor has no incense, is your own ancestor fair?

Be! Your patriarch isn't here anyway, and he can't raise his opinions, but what would you think of yourself? Do you have no regrets in your heart? No shadows? No grievances? If you express this dissatisfaction, it is a rebellion against the Temple, and you are looking for death! If you don't show it, the seeds of shadows, dissatisfaction, anger, and doubt will accumulate in your heart, and it will also affect your literary heart, and if your literary heart is not transparent, you will not want to enter the literary world!

That's why Luo Wuxin said that this was malicious!

It can only bear bad fruit!

This malice was not caused by Luo Wuxin, it was not caused by Lin Su, but by the temple!

The removal of the Soldier Saint Icon from the temple has made all those who have the heart of a soldier have no psychological belonging, and when they step into the Lingyan Pavilion, they will have demons, which is essentially the abandonment of the way of soldiers.

The people of the world despise the way of war, not without reason, and if they choose this way, they will be restricted in all aspects.

Lingyan Pavilion entered the literary world, and the restrictions on the military path were just one of them!

It's complicated to say.

But Lin Su faced this complex situation and the incense process that was wrong in everything he did, he made a change......

He didn't dwell on a particular saint......

He has three pillars of incense, one respects the sky, two respects the earth, and three respects!

The Dao of Heaven was originally above the Holy Dao, so it is naturally right to respect the heavens first.

Heaven is the father, the earth is the mother, and it is not wrong to respect the heavens and the earth.

And the way of respect is truly mysterious......

He saluted the Word!

It doesn't refer to one specific way!

He completely ignores the difference between the Tao and the Tao, he highly conceptualizes the Tao, ignores all the representatives of each Tao, ignores the individualized labels of these people, and respects the common "Holy Dao"!

This incense is not respectful, only respectful!

The right way, not the right person!

Lin Su's three pillars of incense were finished, before passing through the saint icons, he walked to the side door, an ancient side door opened, and closed silently behind him, Lin Su's eyes suddenly opened, he felt that he was no longer in the world......

This is a triangular platform, and beyond the platform, fairy mist is shrouded......

There is no voice, no human form, no flower and bird language, no classic ink fragrance, just a lonely triangular platform, backed by the holy wall, facing the void, not knowing the way forward.

This is the entry platform!

The literary world varies from person to person, and there is no fixed template!

What kind of person you are, what kind of world you will have!

The only thing that the Holy Dao can support you is the three-foot foundation under your feet, and the thousands of rules of the Holy Dao behind you......

Lin Su sat cross-legged and closed his eyes......

Lingyan Pavilion to the east, three thousand miles away......

A small black pavilion stands on the blue waves, which seems to be only between square inches, but there is another cave in the pavilion.

At the top of the pavilion, a black-clothed young man looked at the sea of clouds from afar, and there were waves in his eyes, as if it was the sea of ink outside that drove his eyes, or his eyes, that dominated the sea of ink.

Behind him, an open ancient book gently tossed in the wind......

It is a very peaceful and peaceful scene......

Suddenly, the ink flashed in the book, and a figure came out of the book and bowed: "Master, I have found out the news of Lin Su." ”

"Come on!" As soon as the black-clothed young man spoke, his voice was old and stretched.

He is the black old man that Lin Su once met, and the figure that came out of the book was Ye Wushuang who appeared at Lin Su's entrance ceremony.

"He has just entered the Lingyan Pavilion, and the incense process is quite interesting......"

Ye Wushuang finished speaking......

Elder Hei sighed: "It's hard for him!" ”

Four words, full of feelings, but also gratifying.

"Master, his three-pillar incense, the apprentice interpreted his difficulties, interpreted his on-the-spot reaction ability, I don't know if there is something hidden, the apprentice can't interpret it for a while, I want to ask the master to give advice!"

Hei Lao said: "I interpreted something else for the teacher, but I don't know if it's really his original intention!" In this way, you go to Lingyan Pavilion, and when he leaves the pavilion, ask him to talk to him in the ink pavilion in person! ”

"Yes!" The figure of the night disappears and merges into the pages, which turn in the wind and slowly stand still.

Lingyan Pavilion, the entry platform!

Lin Su's sitting is a day and a night!

Finally, he has completely straightened out all the things in the literary world, and his literary heart, literary mountain, literary world, and literary roots have also been fully penetrated......

A silver glow gleamed in the center of his brow......

"Casting the base!"

Silently, the nine-petal green lotus flew out at the same time, forming a huge green lotus, spanning the heavens and the earth.

"Transform the way!"

A peak rises from the ground, the green warblers fly on it, the green warblers fall on the peak, and the first poem "Butterfly Love Flower" appears on the giant peak! The beginning of the word, the beginning of the word!

The rainbow is all over the sky, and more than ten word cards he created have flown out, turning into a variety of scenery in the mountains, with buildings and pavilions, water, bridges and bright moons!

The second peak rises from the ground, interpreting the wonderful scenery of the West Lake, some people have boats, towers, broken bridges, two giant snakes rise through the air, and write three big characters "The Legend of the White Snake" in the void, which is his peak.

Two avenues turned into two peaks.

Under the peak, thousands of miles of fields, this is his farmhouse achievement "Qi Min Yaoshu".

On the side of the countryside, the small bridge and flowing water are the people's homes, which is the transformation of his poetry.

The boundless beauty melts with a shock, interpreting the essence of painting, which is the embodiment of his "Theory of One Painting".

Outside the peak countryside, a gossip map suddenly appeared, which was transformed by his Yin and Yang Dao.

Outside the gossip map, a fortified city is surrounded on all sides, which is the embodiment of his ink path.

On the city wall, the military flag hunted, and countless military formations turned into the most powerful guards in this area, which was transformed by his military ways.

The breeze blows, and the joy floats, which is the embodiment of his music.

At this point, everything he carved on the nine-sided literary world has turned into a projection in his literary world and has become an integral part of his literary world.

"Demarcation!" Lin Su spit out two words!

There was a thud on the ground, and there was a thunderclap in the sky......

A holy light tore open the sky, deducing a thousand wonderful realms of Wendao, golden light was like flowing water into his literary world, the literary world was golden, his literary qi quickly transformed into golden realm, Lin Su, successfully broke into the literary world!

And it's not the average literary world!

Wendao Bo world!

For two full hours, Lin Su was like a golden Buddha sitting in the golden light, and even the tips of his hair showed the color of gold.

Finally, the holy light disappeared completely, Lin Su's eyes slowly opened, and he quietly looked at the literary world he had created, even though he had been pampered and embarrassed in his heart, even though everything in the secular world was rarely stimulating to him, but he was still excited.

Isn't this literary world too tough?

In a single thought, all war poems can be launched simultaneously, including "Man Jianghong", including "Breaking the Array" This level of hand-me-down words!

In a single thought, all words can be turned into killing blades!

In a single thought, "Smiling Proud Jianghu" can become a war song and harvest the lives of the enemy!

In one thought, the military array can be encircled, and thirty-six plans can be done as you like!

What's even more incredible is that Lin Su has also set up a peerless killing array in this Wendao world!

A group project that originally required thirty-six people to play, in this literary world, he can play alone!

It's just that, considering that the essence of the formation is to rely on the power of heaven and earth, in his literary world, he can only rely on his own strength, but his own strength covers the three realms, how can ordinary people imagine forming a joint force?

It is preliminarily estimated that the power of this peerless killing array in his body may not be able to kill the second realm of Killing Source Heaven, but it is definitely possible to kill the first realm of Killing Source Heaven!

He had grown step by step to the point where he could directly compete with the masters of the Source Heaven Realm.

This surprise and this sense of security made Lin Su quite excited.

There is another weight, Lin Su is even more excited......

That is the strongest and most rebellious place in the Bo world, it is not like the general literary world, once it is finalized, it can no longer be upgraded, the Bo world can be upgraded, how to rise?

As long as you continue to make breakthroughs in Wendao, every achievement you create can eventually be projected in the Wendao Bo world and turned into the momentum for the upgrading of the Bo world.

At present, the Bo world has merged nine paths.

However, he can blend all the texts......

Respect for the word!

Lin Su kind of understood!

Wendao is really strong, the literary world, in the realm of Wendao, is only equivalent to heaven and law, but its plasticity, its actual power ......

Hehe......

Lin Su blinked, the literary world disappeared into invisibility, he slowly stood up, stepped out of the boundary platform, re-passed through the Lingyan Pavilion, and descended the eighty-one steps step by step.

Outside Lingyan Pavilion, there was no Luo Wuxin, and not many people paid attention.

Because of the breaking of the boundary on the platform of his entry, the outside world will not be alarmed, this is the protection rule set by the temple, and this is also the root of the mystery of the Lingyan Pavilion's entry into the realm.

However, he still saw a person, a person who was particularly impressed.

"Brother Night!" Lin Su smiled at Ye Wushuang.

"Brother Lin, the junior brother made a special trip to invite Brother Lin to the Ink Pavilion for a talk!" There is no double bow in the night, a literati salute.

Lin Su said with a smile: "The junior brother came to the temple this time, he originally had a plan to visit the ink pavilion, how dare he dare to greet the night brother in person?" ”

Ye Wushuang smiled: "It's good to have a plan to arrange, Brother Lin, please!" ”

"Please!"

With a thud, the two of them pierced the sky and shot towards the east......

Enter the ink pavilion and cross the ink sea first.

The sea of ink is not crossed by ordinary people, but Ye Wushuang is naturally not an ordinary person, the two of them fly directly to the sea, Lin Su's eyes sank, and he saw a chessboard below, above the chessboard, black and white, this is an endgame, to tell the truth, Lin Su's game is not enough, so he can't see which side has the advantage, he only knows that the black and white chess game is confrontational, and it should be in a stalemate.

The sea of ink is originally a blue wave, but under the black and white chessboard, it is distinct, with white water on the left and black water on the right.

Underwater undercurrents are agitated......

"On that side, it's the White Pavilion!" Ye Wushuang said: "On this side, it's the Ink Pavilion!" ”

The black and white pavilion occupies a total of one sea, with the white sea on the left and the ink sea on the right.

On the side of the sea of ink, it is not depressing, with red flowers and green trees, thousands of weather, countless pavilions and pavilions, countless disciples, countless rare birds and beasts, and countless pastoral scenery.

Lin Su had a deep suspicion in his heart, but he was not particularly familiar with Ye Wushuang, so he was embarrassed to mention it.

This suspicion comes from a sentence that Hei Lao once said.

Hei Lao said: There is only one old man in the ink pavilion, you will know it as soon as you arrive!

Is this one person?

More than 10,000 people!

What does Black Lao mean?

Soon, Ye Wushuang led him straight to the top of the highest pavilion, and Lin Su gathered all his mind to face a heavyweight in his temple: Hei Lao.

"Master!" Ye Wushuang bowed deeply: "Lin Changxing has been brought, and the apprentice has retired!" ”

The voice fell, the figure disappeared, and in front of the case, the black old hand that Lin Su had seen was gently raised, closed the book he was reading, raised his eyes, looked at Lin Su, and his smile slowly bloomed......

Lin Su stepped forward: "See Hei Lao!" ”

"Lin Gongzi is okay?"

"Thanks to the protection of the black elders, students can move forward step by step!" Lin Su Dao.

"Do what should be done, protect the people who should be protected, and it is the responsibility of the old and decayed!" Hei Lao waved his hand lightly: "Sit!" ”

A stool appeared out of thin air and was placed under Lin Su.

"Thank you!"

Hei Lao said: "Tea or wine?" ”

Lin Su held his hand together, and handed a small bag to Hei Lao: "This is the top Baiyun side of the Lin family, I wanted to serve it to my predecessors that day, but I couldn't do it, I made a special trip to give it today, and I also want to use this hometown wine to thank my fellow Taoists!" ”

"Good!"

One cup of white clouds, the old man drank it all in one gulp, the second cup of white clouds, he still drank it all in one gulp, and the third cup of white clouds, he stopped at the edge of his mouth: "The old man told you that there was only one old man in the ink pavilion, and there are as many as 10,000 people you see today, are you a little puzzled?" ”

(End of chapter)