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In the outer city of the imperial capital of Qiankun, a dilapidated temple, Lang Lang's reading voice came, which can be described as a pleasant sound, and the heroic spirit was right, only to see a scholar in cloth, holding a yellow scroll and shaking his head, although the clothes on his body were patched again and again, it was very shabby, but the smell of the book on his body made people dare not underestimate it.

The broken temple enshrines a powerful statue of Confucius, the temple, but overgrown with weeds, moss everywhere, the plaque in front of the inclined hall, but three ancient words can be vaguely seen, this is the Panhuang Temple, which is enshrined in the beginning of the primeval times, the Panhuang who opened the world, with the desolation of the world, even the Panhuang Temple is shabby. bp;“ Boom"

Suddenly a thunderclap sounded, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and the drizzle fell, and the raindrops fell into the temple along the hole in the broken temple, and suddenly the entire temple began to accumulate water, but let the rain fall, the scholar's heart was only ten thousand ancient books, the sage's truth, and completely forgot everything around him.

When a drizzle hit the scroll, the scholar reacted in a hurry, but he didn't care about himself, but first covered the yellowed ancient book with his sleeve, and then looked around blankly, as if he wanted to find a place to shelter from the rain, but the holes in this ruined temple flashed everywhere, where is there a dry soil?

But the scholar was not discouraged, but looked at the powerful statue of the Panhuang God, under the big hand, isn't it the place of shelter? If it were an ordinary person, I am afraid that he would have avoided it a long time ago, and the scholar picked up the bookbasket, carefully put the scroll into it, and then put the bookbasket under the big hand of the Panhuang God.

He rained, and then knocked in front of the statue of Panhuang God, and said: "In the past, Panhuang Supreme had the merit of opening the sky, but the world now does not respect Panhuang Supreme, it is really a great rebellion, the sage cloud, the grace of dripping water will be reciprocated by the spring, not to mention the grace of creation, the world only knows how to take, does not know how to pay, cry sadly, lament!!"

The scholar said that he was crying bitterly, as if his relatives had passed away, the sorrow, the rain was desolate, and after a while, the scholar said: "Under the heavy rain, the temple is in rags, today's Xiaosheng is fortunate to be protected by the Panhuang, if he can become famous, he will definitely respect the golden body of the Panhuang Emperor, and also the Panhuang Supreme Creation Majesty." ”

After speaking, the scholar walked under the big hand of the Panhuang, at this time he was soaked, but he didn't care at all, but sat under the big hand of the Panhuang, and took out a dry and hard thing from the book basket, which looked like a steamed bun, he bit it down, only heard a few gurgles, obviously the steamed bun has been stiff.

Watching the heavy rain fall, the scholar raised his head, went out of the place of shelter with big hands, drank the rain, and was so unhappy, then chewed a few bites, picked up the ancient scroll again, and said lightly: "This water is comparable to the elixir, and the dry bun is better than the Yu peach, and when the Dapeng flutters its wings, it is better than the carp leaping over the dragon." ”

After speaking, the scholar recited the book again, Lang Lang's voice, even overshadowed the sound of the rain, the scholar completely forgot the surrounding scene, as if entering the world of books, into the teachings of the sage, his body naturally revealed a kind of haoran qi, this haoran qi, than the strong green qi is much stronger, just like the saint in the dust.

What he didn't know was that the statue of Panhuang behind him, his eyes moved slightly, as if he was thinking about something, and then his other hand also covered the scholar, but the scholar was completely oblivious, and with the scholar's recitation, the entire temple was surrounded by that might.

At this time, there were a few people in several places in the imperial capital who looked at this, as if they wanted to look at something, obviously because of this majestic atmosphere, but under the thunderstorm, they didn't dare to come in person.

I don't know how long later, the heavy rain began to stop, and after the rain, the rainbow appeared, the sun was shining, and the scholar also broke away from that realm, but the big hand of the emperor had already been attributed, and only the other hand was left to cover the scholar.

"Hmm!" But when the scholar came back to his senses, he saw that most of the surroundings were wet and watery, only he sat down, and the ground next to him was dry, and under the spilling of his eyes, the majestic aura on the scholar's body rose to the sky, as if it overshadowed everything.

"Thank you for the protection of Emperor Panhuang, and my brother will remember his kindness. The scholar knocked again, he obviously thought it was the manifestation of the Emperor Pan, shielding himself from the wind and rain.

"It's ridiculous that the world sighs that the Supreme is not spiritual, but they don't know that the Supreme Road is simple!" The scholar shook his head and sighed, he felt that the world was all about the present, not for a long time, the world has always thought that the Emperor of Panhuang has never appeared except for the opening of the sky, so he does not worship the Emperor Panhuang with incense.

However, the people of the world do not know that how the Emperor of Panhuang can manifest his spirit even after his life is on the line, and he has the grace of creation to the world, but the people of the world only look at the eyes, respecting the emperor and the holy king, but never respecting the supreme emperor of Panhuang.

"It's a good avenue to be simple, you read so single-mindedly, is it possible that there is a golden house in the book, or a beautiful house in the book?"

The scholar couldn't help but be stunned, looked around, but only heard his voice and didn't see him, but the scholar was not in a hurry, as if he was a ghost and godless god, and said solemnly: "Where is the immortal, the scholar was born in me?"

The eyes of monks and mortals are naturally immortals, and it is not a secret, but no matter where they meet immortals, they all have an attitude of awe, but this scholar is completely different, not only is he not afraid, he has no respect at all, and he is obviously very disdainful of the immortals.

"Oh, little scholar, you are so bold that you know that I am an immortal, why don't you kneel, why are you disrespectful?" the voice said again.

"Fang Shi Dao method, all are small arts, the book has its own thousands of laws, the book has its own saints, I respect the saint and the three emperors of creation, because it has the merit of creation and education, what merit can I respect?" The scholar was full of words and was not afraid.

"Aren't you afraid, I'm angry and beat you to ashes?" the voice came again.

"Why not be afraid!" said the scholar, "but I am afraid of losing the heart of Chidan, between big fear and small fear, I take great fear, although I can't follow the example of the saint to sacrifice my life for righteousness, but I can live in the heart of Chidan, what is the difference between fear and not fear?"

"Okay, well, I really didn't look at the wrong person, it seems that your state of mind is stable, and it is better than those so-called Great Sect monks. Suddenly, the voice said three good words in succession.

"You are !!" The scholar suddenly understood that he had met a master.

"It doesn't matter who I am, you just need to know that I'm here to help you with the title of the gold list!" the voice continued.

"Help me with the title of the gold list?" The scholar was puzzled for a while, but he was disgusted for a while, and said with disdain: "I have been studying hard for ten years, just for one day to become famous, even if it doesn't work, that's fine, why do you need to be fake, what good is it to lose your heart? ”

The scholar waved his sleeves, looking like a send-off, but after he finished it, this was a ruined temple, not his grass house, and then laughed at himself and prepared to read hard.

But the voice had no intention of leaving, but said: "You don't stand under the dangerous wall, if you go to the meeting on weekdays, with your collection will inevitably be high, and he can return to his hometown in the future, but today is different, many monks gather in the imperial capital, there are three Confucian monarchs ready to sell nn in the front, and then there are the seven kingdoms of the earth, Su Musha is ready to play Hongchen, do you think you can still be high?"

As soon as these words came out, the scholar suddenly looked bitter, no longer the former heroic and upright, and his heart was full of resentment, especially Qin Hao's sentence that the king did not stand under the dangerous wall, which made him shake, he thought to himself, why did he have to suffer from the unfair treatment of these monks and Taoists for ten years.

"Could it be that God is blind?" Scholar Ang asked, but Skyrim didn't react at all, he didn't even have the qualifications to anger the Heavenly Dao.

"I have five out of ten and am determined to learn, thirty and stand, forty and not confused, fifty and know the destiny of heaven, ten and the ear is obedient, seventy and from the heart of Yu do not exceed the rules, know the way of heaven, know the human feelings, the will of heaven is affectionate and old, you are still too young, why compare your own shortcomings with the strengths of others? If you can have their conditions, you will naturally soar into the sky, Dapeng spread its wings, but unfortunately you don't, since you know the way of heaven blind, why do you want to stand on the dangerous wall, so as to ruin your own life?" The voice said again, every sentence is reasonable, every sentence is true.

People are afraid of taking the wrong road, with their own shortcomings but touching the strengths of others, but then full of ashes, their strengths have not been waved, this scholar is just ten years of cold window, no matter how high the talent, it is not as good as those big brothers of Confucianism, casually come out of a brother, are full of learning, a hundred years of Taoism, how can it be compared?

Smart people often avoid their own shortcomings, and wave their strengths, this is your real road, if you block this road, use your shortcomings to touch other people's strengths, isn't this your own destruction of your life?

It can be said that as long as you find your strengths, then everyone is a god, but few people go the right way.

"Please also sir, how can you help?" The scholar calmed down, and finally let go of the stubbornness in his heart, because he knew that this voice was by no means an idle person, otherwise he would not have spoken the truth.

"If you want to solve your doubts, come to the Imperial Capital Hanshan Tower, and you can naturally see me. After saying that, the voice disappeared without a trace, but it made the scholar shake.

"Wandering outside the world, I can't imagine that this master is actually outside the world, and it was just a thunderstorm!! "The scholar was surprised, but mortals are rumored that once they encounter thunder weather, the monk must avoid it, and absolutely not wander outside the world, otherwise he will inevitably die.

Then the scholar knocked a few times to the Panhuang Emperor, picked up the book basket, and headed towards the imperial capital, obviously trying to find the owner of this voice to solve his doubts: "This master must be a well-educated senior and may even say that he may be a sage!!"

The scholar speculated on the appearance of the voice and strode away.

And not long after he left, suddenly a light came, this light was like glass, and the fog was heavy, and he couldn't see what it was.

"There is a purple and green E here, and there must be a saint's body coming out, but why don't you see it?" This glass light flashed a figure, but it was vague, as if thinking about something, and then he pinched his fingers, but said: "The saint is displaced, not my Confucian saint, but a step late!!!"