The four pieces of rice paper are all glowing with a faint shimmer, and their talent emerges from the rice paper, which has become the realm of the county.

"Pass!" The ethereal voice sounded in his ears, and at the same time, a mysterious and majestic power appeared in the second pavilion, enveloping Jiang Han's body.

Shrouded by this force, Jiang Han only felt that his whole body was warm, and he felt comfortable, and the three Wen Palaces in his skull were full of light, and the fourth Wen Palace above the Liming Wen Palace also appeared with a dim light, trembling slightly.

It seems to be an egg that is about to hatch and could open at any time.

Jiang Han's heart moved slightly, and the Tianwen Palace was not far from being lit.

Under normal circumstances, it would take another month or two for me to light up the Shitian Palace, but just after the second pavilion of Shushan, the Shitianwen Palace was flooded with a dim light.

Not only that, but he felt that his eyesight was better and his hearing was better, which was the benefit of climbing the book mountain.

"The fourth or fifth pavilion should be able to completely light up the Heavenly Palace and step into the realm of the Six Heavenly Things."

Jiang Han raised his head, and there were already more than 20 people in the second pavilion, each of whom was holding rice paper and pen and ink, frowning.

As for the second high-level person, there are even more people, and many of them have just passed the first pavilion and are still climbing upwards.

"Although the questions in the second pavilion are very simple for me, they are extremely difficult for other students, but the readers who are eligible to participate in the book mountain and study are all leaders from all over the country, and it takes a little more time to pass the second pavilion."

Jiang Han was not too conceited, if he didn't use the poetry of the ancients, he would be able to pass this second pavilion, but it would take a lot of time.

Although the poem out of the county is one of the lowest ranks, it is also not easy to write.

Leave the second pavilion and head up the hill.

Just as Jiang Han left the second pavilion, the scholar who was immersed in poetry looked up in astonishment and looked at Jiang Han with some surprise.

It is not easy to compose a poem in spring, summer, autumn and winter, and to reach the level of going out of the county, even if it is Kong Yuanji, Wen Ming and others, it will take a lot of time to make a poem, but Jiang Han almost didn't think about it, wrote it with a pen, and passed the test easily.

Even before someone else's first line of poetry was written, all four of his poems were written.

"Is this the difference between genius and us? Those four poems... It is so beautifully written, and even in time it will become a poem around the mansion and even Wenzhou. A scholar looked at the four pieces of paper written by Jiang Han and couldn't help but exclaim.

At this time, the four pieces of paper flew up out of thin air, and then pasted on a wooden board in the second pavilion, and under each poem, Jiang Han's work was automatically noted.

"This is the recognition of the will of Shushan! It is rumored that the holy ruins have a wisp of the will of the Sage of Kong, and only the poems approved by the will of the Sage of Confucius can be pasted in the attic. ”

"In the past, when Jiang Han called himself a poet, I laughed at him for not being able to measure himself, but now I find that although people are arrogant, they have the ability to be arrogant."

"Don't say it, hurry up and compose a poem, although the second pavilion does not stipulate a time, but the longer it drags on, the more difficult it will be."

After a few scholars, he continued to meditate in a whisper.

Compared with the astonishment of this dry scholar, several great Confucians in the Confucian Temple seemed much calmer.

Even after seeing the title of the poem, he knew that he didn't need to read it, Jiang Han would definitely be able to pass the test.

Several great Confucians paid more attention to the Tianlong monk who was forcibly sent into the sea of books by hanging lanterns.

The monk kept walking up slowly, the knife in his hand reflecting the flickering red and purple light.

No one knew what he wanted to do.

If it was that Buddha Miaoyu, he might be able to compete with the students of Daxia.

Could it be that this Tianlong monk Confucianism is also very talented?

"Green ants are freshly brewed with wine, and the red clay is a small stove. If you want snow in the evening, you can drink a glass without ...... Although Jiang Han's poem is not gorgeous, it is wonderful to listen to! Sister Huang, how many pavilions do you say Jiang Han can go? "Yue Wang Dao.

The eldest princess groaned slightly and said, "Eighth Pavilion." ”

"Oh, the imperial sister is so confident in Jiang Han?" King Yue couldn't help but be a little surprised, since the opening of the Book Mountain and the Sea of Learning, the only one who could reach the Eighth Pavilion was Yu Ao, who was extremely talented back then.

But it's a pity that Yu Ao finally became a rebel literati, betrayed the human race, and threw himself into the demon clan to become a demon lord.

"Sister Huang is so confident, I am looking forward to whether Jiang Han will arrive at the Eighth Pavilion." King Yue looked very expectant again, looking at the image on the mirror.

The prince said lightly: "Eighth Pavilion? I'm afraid it's not that easy! ”

"Oh, the prince doesn't believe me?" King Yue looked at the prince and smiled, although the two had been fighting in the court for many years, they still greeted each other with a smile after meeting, and their faces were pleasant.

The prince said: "Although Jiang Han has a talent for poetry, Shushan's test is not only poetry, he has only studied Confucianism for three months, can he compare to Kong Yuanji and Zhang Tingfeng?" ”

King Yue smiled and said, "Then the prince is willing to bet with me?" ”

"Oh, bet on what?" The prince said without thinking.

"Just bet on whether Jiang Han can get to the eighth pavilion." King Yue smiled.

"What's the gambling contract?" The prince's eyelids lifted slightly.

"Let's bet a thousand taels of gold!" Yue Wang Road.

"Okay." A thousand taels of gold is not much, but this gambling contract is not all for silver taels, the prince decisively agreed, and then looked at Ning Yue: "Ning Yue bet?" ”

Ning Yue's expression was calm, and her voice was cold: "Okay, I will also bet a thousand taels of gold." ”

The crown prince smiled, feeling that the victory was in his hands, if he said that Jiang Han could reach the sixth pavilion, he would even believe the seventh pavilion, but the eighth pavilion ......

For so many years, only one person has ever arrived at the Eighth Pavilion of Shushan.

"Hey, look, what is the monk doing?" At this time, the great Confucian Chu Jing suddenly spoke.

Everyone looked where he was pointing, and saw that the Tianlong monk had met a student who was climbing the Book Mountain after a long walk, and stopped, not knowing what he was talking to.

……

In the mountain of books, the student was wearing a Xuanxi Confucian robe, a student from the south, and he also looked at Tianlong in surprise at this time.

Why do monks appear in the sea of books?

Do monks know Confucianism?

The Tianlong monk raised a single palm and said, "This benefactor, the poor monk has something to ask for." ”

The student was slightly stunned, frowned, and said, "Where are you from?" Why does it appear on the Book Mountain? What do you want to ask? ”

The Tianlong monk stretched out his left palm, and a piece of calligraphy appeared, saying, "May I ask the donor, how to pronounce these six words?" ”

There are six words written on the copybook to form a paragraph that I can't understand: Om Mani Horn Mi Mi.

The student was a little stunned, but he still knew how to read the six characters, and said, "These six words are pronounced as Om Ma Ma Horn Mi ...... Why do you ask this? How the hell did you get to the Book Mountain? ”

"Amitabha! The donor knows the true meaning of my Buddhist family, and he is a person with spiritual light! The donor looks at the poor monk, like a Buddha or like an evil ghost? Tianlong looked at the student, his eyes flickering, and his voice was gentle.

The student was confused by his brainless question, but finally realized that something was wrong, and the latter question was very misleading, and a normal person might subconsciously answer like a Buddha.

However, there are the most such evil arts in Buddhism, after all, it has been rumored that there are monks who have become Buddhas to thousands of families, and until others have turned to monks, monks can become Buddhas.

Originally, the students of Daxia had a natural dislike for monks, not to mention that the question of the Tianlong monk was full of inducement.

The student said coldly, "Why am I answering your question?" Where did you come from, bald donkey? Monks are not allowed to enter at all, what kind of evil art did you use to sneak in? ”

"Amitabha...... Pity...... It's a pity......" Tianlong sighed with a look of regret on his face.

"What a pity?" The student said coldly.

"It's a pity that the donor doesn't want to help me become a Buddha, it must be a Shura, a poor monk, and this will save you."

As soon as Tianlong's words fell, the student sensed a strong sense of crisis, and before he could react, he saw Tianlong's right hand raised, and he was just about to dodge, when he felt a whirlwind and fell heavily to the ground, and saw his body still standing on the steps.

A scar on the neck appeared on the mouth of a bowl, and blood was like a fountain.

Immediately afterwards, the student realized something: he had been beheaded by the bald donkey.

Then, his consciousness fell completely silent.

……

In the Confucian Temple.

Several Confucians who saw this scene had ugly faces and suddenly stood up.

"Why can this monk kill people in the mountain of books?"

"The book mountain has been affected by the hanging lamp, and the students are in danger of their lives and cannot be teleported."

"Damn! This monk is simply looking for death! ”

Several great Confucians were furious, no one expected that Tianlong Monk would suddenly kill someone after chatting well.

Unexpectedly, the student didn't even react, and he was beheaded in one shot.

Zhao Zhenwen had the most explosive temper, suddenly got up, walked outside, and said in a deep voice: "Go and slaughter the hanging lamp and lift the blockade of Book Mountain!" ”

Chu Jingzhi and Yu Zhongjing got up at the same time.

All of them were ugly.

That Tianlong Monk and Buddhist cultivator obviously wanted to be above this group of students, if he was allowed to kill all the way, the top students of Great Xia would all die here!

"If you want to cut the hanging lamp, I'll do it myself."

At this moment, Zhong Fujun's voice sounded in the Confucian Temple, and although he was above a green cloud, he could see everything that happened in the sea of books.

Just now, he also tried to reverse the blockade left by the hanging lamp in the book mountain, but found that if he made a strong move and broke the barrier left by the hanging lamp, it was very likely to cause the book mountain to be turbulent and the sea of learning to roll. The students inside are also uncomfortable.

But the hanging lamp blockade of the holy ruins obviously also paid a great price, and this blockade was only temporary.

"Although Tianlong is strong, after all, it is only the realm of the Five Rank Lawgiver, Kong Yuanji, Zhang Tingfeng and others have all carried Wenbao, and they may not lose to him." Zhong Lidao.

Hearing this, although Yu Yunqi, Zhao Zhenwen and others were unwilling, they could only endure it.

Zhongli looked at the hanging lamp with his hands folded, his eyes were calm, and he said, "Hanging lamp, you don't have to leave Kyoto." ”

Hanging Lantern smiled: "Zhong Fujun wants to keep the poor monks? The scenery of Kyoto is so beautiful that the poor monks don't want to leave for a while. ”

"No need to go, I'll bury you here." Zhongli said calmly.