Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading

Chen Luo looked at the prestige, and saw a majestic old scribe walking out of the hundred officials. Chen Luo's eyes glanced at his chest, it was a pattern of the rising sun, and there were five birds fluttering their wings from the red day.

A voice transmission was sent to Chen Luo's ears: "This is Lu Dazhi, the head of the Ritual Department in the main hall, and he is a fifth-rank official."

"Master Lu, what do you want to ask me?" Chen Luo cupped his hands.

Then Lv Dazhi walked quickly to Chen Luo, first gave a salute to Ye Heng, and then looked at Chen Luo: "Wan Anbo, this old man asks you, the Confucian scholar's heart found in Wan'an County, but you stolen?"

Chen Luo frowned slightly: "Master Lu, you are so old, why do you come here when you open your mouth? The thief, one is stealing; the other is robbery; which one did I commit? You let Wen Xin choose the master, and Wen Xin chooses me. Yes. Is there a problem?"

Lu Dazhi snorted coldly: "Bullshit. Great Confucianism and Wenxin are the treasures of my Confucianism. I don't think you have a strong and righteous spirit, so you are not a member of the Confucian school. How could Wenxin choose you as the master!"

"Old man, don't talk nonsense!" At this moment, a loud shout resounded through the hall, almost suppressing the sound of the rainstorm outside the hall. Chen Luo turned his head, only then did he see Wei Yan, who had been hiding somewhere, walking out of the officials with a dark face.

When Lu Dazhi saw Wei Yan appearing, he was not surprised. He said, "Master Wei, although you are a great scholar and I am the master, there is no distinction between the two. You said that the old man is talking nonsense, so why did the old man not say it right?"

Wei Yan glanced at Chen Luo, his face flushed slightly, and then he said, "How can my Confucian disciples be identified with arrogance and righteousness? As long as you pursue the way in your heart, discern the truth of the world, and enter my Confucian school with a will, all are My Confucian disciple. Chen Luo!"

Wei Yan suddenly looked at Chen Luo: "Let me ask you, do you have a way in your heart?"

Chen Luo nodded: "Yes!"

"Then are you willing to discern the truth of the world?"

"Wish!"

"Okay, this is what I am a Confucian disciple!" Wei Yan said loudly.

Lu Dazhi watched Chen Luo and Wei Yan sing together, and sneered: "Wei Daru, this identity is not what you said it was!"

Wei Yan glanced at Lu Dazhi, his tone full of danger: "Then what do you say?"

Lu Dazhi: "Those who are qualified to recognize Wan Anbo as a disciple of the Confucian sect should be the leader of the Confucian sect, the Emperor Wenzong, the half-step saint!"

As soon as Lu Dazhi's voice came out, all the officials in the palace talked a lot, and Ye Heng also put one hand on the dragon chair and watched with great interest.

"Half-sages..." The officials with good deeds said privately, "Lu Dazhi is also being ruthless. Aren't you afraid of forcing out the Bamboo Forest Half-sages from Wei Yan's line?"

"How can it be so easy. Bamboo Sage has been living in seclusion in the Qingzhu Forest for a period of time since Emperor Lin's case. Huo Xiangluan didn't show up at that time, so how could he stand out for a literary heart?"

"What is Lu Dazhi trying to figure out? Even if Wan Anbo agrees to retrain Wenxin and hand over Wenxin, it won't fall on him."

"I heard that Lu Dazhi recently married a concubine, a collateral daughter of the Fang clan in Suizhou."

"Oh, Mr. Fang from Suizhou! Then the water will be deep. Be careful, be careful!"

The voice transmission above the court continued, and Wei Yan looked at Chen Luo with tangled eyes.

Chen Luo frowned slightly. What's going on with this old Wei today? Since you stand up and kill the other party directly, why do you look hesitant, there is no cool rhythm at all!

"Master Wei, what else do you have to say? Otherwise, you can send a letter to your master, Bamboo Sage, and ask, this official will be waiting."

"No need!" Wei Yan gave Lu Dazhi a vicious look, walked to Chen Luo, shook his sleeves, put his hands on his chest, his left hand outside, right hand inside, bent down deeply, and said respectfully—

"Disciple Wei Yan, meet the little uncle!"

……

The whole hall was silent, and Ye Heng got up from the throne in surprise.

Chaotang, it exploded!

"Wei Yan, what's going on? What did you say?"

"Little Martial Uncle? Don't be kidding, Zhu Sheng wants to accept him as a disciple?"

"Wei Yan, aren't you afraid that your teacher will kill you?"

At this time, Chen Luo's head also seemed to be hit hard, and he was stunned on the spot.

What are you doing? In order to support me, Senior Wei actually made such a big sacrifice?

How can I repay this favor?

Chen Luo took a step forward and wanted to help Wei Yan up, but he used to shout, "Senior Wei..."

Wei Yan seemed to have been electrocuted, so he quickly took a half step back, still in a bowing posture, although the veins on his forehead had burst out, he still said: "The elders are orderly, the disciples dare not say the word "predecessor", please junior uncle take back..."

Is it true?

The master Wen Xiang found for himself was Master Wei Yan's master!

Awesome!

……

Chen Luo coughed dryly: "Wei Qian... Well, Xiao Wei, get up first."

Wei Yan stood up with a dark face, looked at Lu Dazhi, gritted his teeth and said, "Is there any problem?"

Lu Dazhi was also stunned at this time, the script is not like this!

In a panic, he blurted out a question in the hearts of all the monarchs and ministers in the palace: "You said that Zhu Sheng accepted him as a disciple, what proof is there!"

"This old man can prove it!" At this time, Yan Baichuan, who had always been steady as a rock, said softly.

The hall fell into silence again, only to hear the storm outside the hall, which became more and more violent...

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"Hehehe..." Emperor Xuandi Ye Heng's laughter broke the silence of the hall, "I didn't expect Zhu Sheng to accept another apprentice, it's my newly appointed Wan An Bo... Congratulations!"

"Hou An, propose a decree, make Wan An Bo Changming Palace Attendant, reward ten pieces of blood and ink, 100 silkworm brocades, and one Huangzhuang outside Beijing!"

"The matter of Wenxin is settled here, and there is no need to mention it again! Let's retreat to the court..."

Ye Heng changed his previous attitude of watching the play, and immediately added a series of rewards, and the look in Chen Luo's eyes became more and more satisfied.

But at this time, another person stood up: "Your Majesty, the minister has played."

Ye Heng, Chen Luo, and Wei Yan looked at them together~www.wuxiamtl.com~ and saw an official with a smile on his face and some fat in his body. There were three phoenixes in front of the red sun on the court clothes.

"It's the servant of the Ministry of Rites. It's different." Wei Yan's lips moved slightly, and he transmitted a voice to Chen Luo.

Na Wanchai walked out and glared at Lu Dazhi: "Being reckless, don't go back!" Lu Dazhi quickly returned to the hundred officials and stood still.

That Wan different raised a smile again, nodded slightly to Chen Luo, then turned to Emperor Xuan, and said: "Your Majesty, Wan Anbo can get the blue eyes of the Bamboo Sage, and naturally he is from the mountains and seas of my Confucian sect. Suggest."

Ye Heng asked curiously, "What advice does Wan Aiqing have?"

Wan Wan said with a smile: "We have been studying for decades, and found that the poems of this dynasty are far inferior to those of the previous dynasty. I often hear the argument that the poems have been written by the previous dynasty. Today, seeing Wan Anbo's young talent, he can't be proud of himself. If you want to come here, you will be unrivaled! Why don't you ask Wan Anbo to sing a poem, and sweep away the wind of my poems, wouldn't it be wonderful!"

As soon as Wanwei said this, officials from the main lobby all agreed.

Chen Luo was startled: "Bastard! If it was in other time travels, it would be a good time to pretend to be one of the first, but in this world, Tang and Song poems have appeared, so it's not easy to be fooled!"

At this time, Chen Luo also received a voice transmission from Wei Yan: "This is different from hiding a knife in a smile. I want to use poetry to prevent you from being recognized by other Confucian scholars. Later, you will say that you are not feeling well, and I will turn it around."

Although Chen Luo was upset, he could only nod silently.

At this time, I heard Wan Different say: "The Minister of War is about to send his troops to Wanren City. Since ancient times, good poems have been sent to bid farewell. Why don't you ask Wan Anbo to compose a poem and give it to the Minister of War..."

Chen Luo was taken aback, a poem appeared in his mind.

This, I can!

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