Chapter 50: The Test (2)

Seeing the performance of these people, Yang Zhen seemed to have eaten flies, and pointed at Xu Gong and the others with a constipated face and said,

"You, are you all crazy?"

Zhou Yi glanced at Yang Zhen, turned to Yan Shenggong and said, "Since the ancestor didn't wipe the wound on Brother Zhu's face, he shouldn't mind if we tell this matter, Yan Shenggong Mingjian, the injury on Brother Zhu's face was punched by the Holy Ancestor, what does it mean, I don't think I need to say more." ”

Hearing the news, Yan Sheng Gong walked closer, looked Zhu Hanwen up and down carefully, pulled him aside, and asked, "Does the ancestor have anything to say?"

Zhu Hanwen repeated what the Holy Master told him as it was, and he himself knew how big the matter involved was, and there was a little falsification or exaggeration that Yan Sheng Gong found out that he might not be able to leave Yan Sheng Gong's Mansion. After listening to him finish speaking, Yan Shenggong's face was cloudy, and he paced back and forth as if he was hesitating about a big thing, and after thinking for a long time, he finally said to him,

"Boy, you have the inheritance of the Holy Ancestor, don't make a noise about it, I will cover up the past for you, your current strength is really not on the table, Confucianism has developed so far, there are countless disciples of the three sects and six arts, and it is not that you can overturn it again with a small character. Now that the book has been handed down to you, how do you feel?"

"Didn't feel it. I've tried to read or activate it after I've taken it in, but nothing has happened. ”

"Take it out and show me. ”

"Good. Saying that, Zhu Hanwen's mind moved, and an old bamboo slip appeared in his hand, and Yan Shenggong took it and looked at it for a while, but he didn't know where to start, but he felt the majestic power of the saint coming from above, and there would be nothing wrong with it.

"It seems that this is the real test for you, and I don't know what is special about your kid that can make the Holy Ancestor have a blue eye for you. ”

"How do you say that?" Zhu Hanwen asked, but muttered in his heart, is it still blue-eyed to beat me like this without saying a word? If it weren't for the face of Shangzhuguo, how could he choose me as a nobody to inherit the mantle.

Yan Shenggong knew that this kid was unconvinced as soon as he saw his eyes rolling, and said in a deep voice, "Do you really think that you have passed the test?"

"How?"

"Do you think that you have passed the test by dying at the last step?" Yan Shenggong smiled contemptuously, "Then what if I tell you that a total of 699 people who came to the back garden to participate in the 'Deceased Rusi' test this time, a total of 82 people who went to the last step like you, including the big demon who was with you." ”

"What?"

"Hmph, do you really think that I have no capable people in Confucianism? Only the six of you can get to that point? Let me tell you, these 82 people are the mainstay of my Confucianism in the future, as for Xu Gong, Zhou Yi and they have actually taken one step more than you, they are alive to the door, do you know your gap!"

Yan Shenggong's words shocked Zhu Hanwen's heart, but now he has readily accepted the fact that he can't cultivate, so there is no change in his face. Seeing Zhu Hanwen so calm, Yan Shenggong nodded silently in his heart, this son's heart is still rare, and continued,

"As for the trials in the altar house, I can tell you responsibly that whatever you write is right. It's just that the Holy Ancestor didn't expect that you would be so muddy that you couldn't support the wall, so he could only beat you in front of everyone to show his intimacy, and by the way, divert everyone's attention, do you see that no one cares about your answer now?"

"Is that okay?"

"The wisdom of the sage is not something that ordinary people can snoop on, and you don't think it's because Uncle Zhang has a big face, although Confucianism is not like the past when there are many talents, but the ancestor will never be swayed by a half-saint. Even if you were a saint five hundred years ago, seeing the master was a disciple's gift, and there must be a deeper reason why the master took such good care of you. ”

Yan Shenggong's words made Zhu Hanwen very puzzled, what is his special deserve to make so many people value him so much? Even the master of the dignified sect, the Holy Ancestor, takes such care of himself, what is it for? The more Zhu Hanwen thought about it, the more he couldn't figure it out, his eyes stared at Yan Shenggong, and it was difficult to sort out the myriad things in his mind.

Yan Shenggong was really uncomfortable being looked at by him, but he couldn't say more, so he had to say, "Ah, by the way, Uncle Zhang has something for me to bring to you before leaving, if you don't pass the test of the ancestor and fail to get the inheritance of the ancestor master, let you temporarily practice in the altar house and wait for their father and son to come back." If you pass the test of the first teacher, you will be allowed to go to the Confucian Temple, but remember not to be reckless, act when you see the opportunity, and do not go back to the Yansheng Mansion immediately to wait for them. ”

"Then what should I do after I get to the Temple of Literature?" Zhu Hanwen vaguely guessed what Shangzhuguo would do if he asked him to go to the Temple of Literature.

"Hey, Uncle Zhang is afraid that he has already arrived at this point, and he knew how good he was promised at that time and he could still sell him a favor, you and your two friends will stay with me first, and I will take you to a place tomorrow." After speaking, Yan Shenggong returned to the garden and began to arrange for the students of the five major academies and other Confucian children who came from afar. In the end, it was decided that the Confucius Temple would be led by Yan Shenggong, and the leaders of the five major academies would work together to give lectures to all students for three days, and the day of the lecture was set for three days later.

Returning to the garden to meet Fan Zhen and Hou Lie, the three of them were arranged to live in the last five rooms, Zhu Hanwen really couldn't hold back the curiosity in his heart, and asked Fan Zhen, "How far have you gone in the "Deceased Rusi"?" Fang Caiyan's words puzzled him the most, Hou Lie could walk with him to the door, Fan Zhen's cultivation was definitely stronger than herself, why didn't she go to the end?

Fan Zhen said indifferently, "After walking a few steps, I gave up when I found that I was getting older and older, so I don't want to know what I look like when I'm old and ugly!" She can see it clearly, Zhu Hanwen found through this period of contact that although this Fanzhen looks stupid and dead-eyed, she can see many things very clearly, which may also be due to her honesty.

There was nothing to say all night, and early the next morning, Zhu Hanwen was called up, the rules of this Yan Shenggong Mansion are very large, what time to get up in the morning, washing, and eating are all regulated, and it can't be early or late. After breakfast, after Yan Sheng Gong greeted the old lady at home, checked the homework of the second and third generations of children, and dealt with a lot of clan affairs and Confucian housekeeping accumulated in the previous day, he left Yan Sheng Gong Mansion with Zhu Hanwen, who was numb in his buttocks. Out of the Yansheng Mansion, take the car along the main road and out of the Qufu City Gate, get off in front of a huge archway not far from the city gate, Yan Shenggong got off the car and bowed slightly to the archway, and then waved Kong Youxuan to drive the car away. Zhu Hanwen followed Yan Shenggong to get out of the car and take a look, and there were four big characters written on the archway "Eternal Changchun". Only then did I know that I had arrived in Rulin. Along the Shinto Road to the center of Rulin, it is the tomb of the Holy Master, the two respectfully bowed to the tomb of the Ancestors, and then Yan Shenggong stood in front of the tombstone.

"My holy ancestor is a teacher, and the three ancestors expound the way of the way, like the sun and the moon. Later generations have heard of people, or to learn or to practice, all attached to the spectrum, the descendants of the court to read its books, they can not be afraid of the Horfer structure, precepts and think about its succession, the rise and fall of the world. Since the rise of heresy in the world, the patriarchal law is lost and the morality is often broken, the social customs are declining, and the gentleman is worried about the people, and he is said to be the one who seeks his so for the spectrum, and the one who returns to the family to learn the way of the sage. The words are deep and the purpose is to say that after the saints, our people should have what they know and encourage... "The Preface to the Genealogy of the Kong Clan" was sung in the mouth of Yan Shenggong, every word seemed to have a special rhythm, and with the recitation of Yan Shenggong, a burst of purple mist faintly rose in the entire Confucian forest, and the fog became thicker and thicker, and gradually there was no other place to see except for the tomb of the ancestors.

"This purple mist is the literary atmosphere left by the sages of the past generations of internal spectrum throughout their lives, although it cannot help you improve your cultivation, but it can nourish the context and deepen your understanding of learning. Feel it with your heart, and I'll protect the Dharma for you. ”

Zhu Hanwen was not polite, and hurriedly sat down cross-legged, using the true qi in his body to try to absorb the surrounding purple qi. "You... Who told you to use the Daomen Exercises to collect purple qi?" Yan Shenggong's angry beard was straight, and he was really a little similar to the Holy Ancestor. Zhu Hanwen hurriedly stopped the exercises, but what embarrassed him was that he didn't know the Confucian exercises, how could this be good?

Yan Shenggong also seemed to have discovered Zhu Hanwen's predicament, came to Zhu Hanwen, and said in a deep voice, "I will now pass on your Confucian "Liyan" introductory mental method, you are now the master of the text, and cultivating "Liyan" will get twice the result with half the effort all the way, and this set of mental methods can also help you better use your context. After that, Yan Shenggong pointed at Zhu Hanwen's forehead, and a set of strange mental methods poured into Zhu Hanwen's brain. After reading this set of mental methods, Zhu Hanwen knew the difference between Confucianism and Taoism and Buddhism in cultivation.

Taoism cultivates itself, is its own progress, cultivates the Tao and alchemy, and pursues the ascension of the day and the feathering of immortals. Buddhism cultivates the Dharma after death, cultivates the Dharma in this life, purifies sentient beings, and pursues the attainment of Arhat status after death, and the bliss of rebirth. Confucianism cultivates the world, whether it is meritorious service, speech or morality, and the final pursuit is to benefit the world, Ze will be used by future generations. Therefore, the core of this "Liyan" introductory mental method is to express one's heart directly to carry the Tao.

Yan Shenggong saw that this kid had finally started, and breathed a sigh of relief, since Uncle Zhang and the Holy Master all value you so much, then why can't I provide you with some help, and see where you will go in the future.

Zhu Hanwen naturally didn't know what Yan Shenggong was thinking, and he was immersed in cultivation, and as his cultivation deepened, he actually found that he could feel the situation of the Police Phantom Fairy from thousands of kilometers away, and the current state of the Police Phantom Fairy didn't seem to be right.

"Fairy, fairy, can you receive my words?"

"Is it you?"

"It's me. ”

"Lord Wen save me, I'm going to be sealed!"

"What's the situation?!Fairy!Where are you??,How is Bai Zhi?"

"Bai Zhi is fine, there has been a suction force that wants to suck me away in the past few days, and I vaguely feel that many Wen Ling like me have been sealed by this suction. ”

"Then you come back first, hide in my sea of consciousness and I will see who can touch you. ”

"Okay, not good! Owner, this suction suddenly became stronger, and the owner of the article saved... ”

"Fairy, fairy!" No matter how hard Zhu Hanwen tried, he could no longer feel the existence of the Vigilant Fairy, and the first page of "Fengyue Treasure Book" in the sea of knowledge had already become blank.