Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading

"Master Li, I have something to ask you for advice." Walking on the rugged mountain road, Chen Luo found a topic to distract himself from thinking about the tiger demon's past.

"Patriarch Chen, but it's okay to ask."

"I saw you fighting the tiger demon before, why is it that just uttering a single word can have the effect of a whole battle poem?" Speaking of this, Chen Luo thought of the heroic scene of Master Li's word and the golden sword.

"Hahaha, that's it..." Chen Luo's words seemed to scratch the itch of Master Li, and Master Li laughed and said, "I ignored it, I only talked to Master Chen about the cultivation of the demon clan before. But there is no mention of my Confucian cultivation path."

"Appreciate further details."

"Confucianism also has clear realms."

"This first state is called the 'self-seeing state'. The so-called 'reading a book a hundred times, and its meaning is self-seeing', refers to truly reading a Confucian classic, and being able to give birth to 'grand righteousness' in the body."

"The Confucian scholar of 'Self-seeing Realm', with spiritual eyes and night vision, no dust on his body, and evil spirits."

"The second realm is called the 'Falling Pen Realm'. You can guide Haoran's righteousness to leave the body by writing elegant prose. This is also the foundation of war poetry. Therefore, Confucian students who have reached this realm have the ability to attack by practicing war poetry."

"The third realm is called the 'realm of poetry'. Confucian students in this realm need to create an elegant poem that is approved by the Tao of Heaven in order to break through. After reaching this realm, the Tao of heaven will reward them, and Confucian scholars will master the ability to 'export into chapters'. ', a war poem can be condensed on a specific word. Although the whole poem is not read out, Tiandao still understands the poetic meaning of this word, thus forming a stronger and faster fighting force for Confucian scholars."

"Of course there is no shortage of geniuses in the world. Some people have just entered the realm of writing a pen, and they can create their own elegant poems when they pick up a pen, breaking both realms. Therefore, some people call these two realms together, and praise them as 'the pen falls into the wind and rain, and the poem becomes weeping. spirits'."

"I was blunt, and I only entered the third realm five years ago, and it took another three years to integrate the "Golden Sword Poem" by Master Wang of the Seven Absolutes. I am ashamed, ashamed..."

Chen Luo secretly recorded in his heart that the demon clan has "purifying blood", "pure blood", and "refining blood"; Confucianism has "self-seeing", "writing down", and "forming poetry"; these are the basic paths of practice, I don't know what the difference is between Taoism and Buddhism, and what kind of cultivation system is the northern barbarian who has been rumored to be the mortal enemy of the human race?

It's not that Chen Luo's thirst for knowledge suddenly exploded, but at this time he also began to think about his future cultivation path. Zhong Kui said that his ability is closely related to his own ability. Presumably if other book spirits are summoned, the same is true.

I don't know if those miscellaneous books that do not exist in this world but are as vast as the sea in the sea of ​​​​flowers in the dream can help you open up a different path of cultivation?

But at this time, he is not in a hurry. It only takes five or six hours for him to travel to this side of the world. He has solved the problem in front of him, and there is time to explore and think about it later.

Recovering the divergent thoughts, Chen Luo continued to take Master Li to trudge forward in the Xixiu Mountain. Maybe it was the previous luck exploration, or maybe it was Master Li who killed the tiger demon with great power. Beast interference.

Walking along the uphill for a while, Chen Luo saw that there was indeed a sunken cave on the mountainside. Chen Luo signaled to Master Li, Master Li nodded and recited softly: The sunrise is foggy and the green pines are like ointment. .

The chant fell, and a small ball of light slowly emerged behind Master Li's head, illuminating the ten-step scene around him.

Chen Luo took advantage of the sunlight summoned by Master Li to walk into the cave, and Master Li followed closely. There were some old clothes in the cave. Chen Luo glanced at them and recognized that they should be Zhou Yong's clothes.

Chen Luo glanced around the cave, and finally came to a rocky area. He removed the rocks one by one, took out his dagger and dug for a while, and finally saw a dark secret box. Chen Luo took out the secret box and handed it to Master Li: "That's it."

Master Li looked at the secret box, covered his body with a layer of righteousness, and cautiously opened the secret box.

In an instant, a blue light that was more majestic than Master Li's arrogance and righteousness instantly illuminated the entire cave, and in this blue light one could faintly hear the chanting of the scriptures.

"Immortal Wenxin!" Master Li saw what was in the box, his face changed greatly, Chen Luo took a step closer in doubt, Master Li's whole body suddenly became restless, as if he regarded Chen Luo as the target of attack.

"Master Li!" Chen Luo shouted, Master Li turned to look at Chen Luo, Chen Luo was startled, because he found the murderous intent in Master Li's eyes. After a few seconds, Master Li suddenly took a deep breath, stabilized his emotions, and closed the secret box. As the box cover was closed, the sky-high blue light was also locked in the secret box...

"Patriarch Chen, just now I'm in a restless mood, and I've been offended. This immortal article is of great importance, and I will inform the adults as soon as possible. Patriarch Chen, I will take the first step after I take you out of the mountain. You and your family can go home by yourself! "

Chen Luo nodded and was about to answer when Master Li stepped forward and grabbed Chen Luo's arm, reciting, "A little arrogance, a thousand miles of joy!" Chen Luo only felt that he was stepping on a soft cloud, and the oncoming wind made his face hurt, and he couldn't open his eyes. It was not until he felt that the feeling disappeared, that he realized that he was standing outside Xixiu Mountain, Chen Ping was standing in front of him, and Master Li had disappeared.

"My dear, it takes two hours to go into the mountain and five minutes to come back." Chen Luo complained in his heart, looked at Chen Ping, and asked, "Uncle Ping, do you know Immortal Wenxin?"

"Immortal Wenxin, that's a good thing!" Chen Ping said to Chen Luo while driving the car, "Master mentioned to me that those who can condense that thing must be in the great Confucian realm. But he's a saint."

"Confucianism and Buddhism and Taoism are different. In addition to the realm of practice, there is a different realm, which is independent of the realm of practice."

"Li Yan, meritorious service, and virtue, the master said that these are called three immortality!"

"As long as one of them is completed, the immortal spirit of writing can be gathered! Even if a person dies, that thing can live on in the world forever. It carries what a great Confucian has asked for in his life, and it has infinite wonderful uses."

"What? The exotic treasure received by the tiger demon is the immortal literary heart?"

Chen Luo nodded slightly and said "um".

When Chen Ping heard the words, he waved his whip again: "The daring monster is the treasure of our human race. No wonder the tiger monster has only been in contact for a little longer, and it has been contaminated with the power of the human race's divine scourge."

"However, young master, I got it back anyway. As for who colluded with the Yihu lineage, and who the immortal literati belonged to, it has nothing to do with us. We just need to deal with the threat of the tiger demon."

Chen Luo thought about it too. He just found the immortal literary heart at the right time, and he should not worry about the big men involved in the three immortal realms of Confucianism. If you have such thoughts, you might as well think about your own cultivation and Chen Xuan's eyes...

"By the way, Uncle Ping~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Since the tiger demon has been lifted, can all the servants be recalled? In such a big house, it always feels weird to not see a single person after walking for a long time..."

"That's right, the ground outside the city hasn't been turned up yet, and it has to be moved, otherwise, the days will be missed and the harvest will be poor."

"I can't remember. How many maids do I have? Who is the maid? Who is the maid in the room?"

"Young master, you are confused. You are alone, and Xiaohuan usually serves you in daily life."

"This...my sister's eyes are bad, Xiaohuan should take care of her full-time, and hire me a maid again tomorrow. Forget it, you can call me to choose..."

"Master, let's ask Miss about this."

"What? I'm the owner of the house, and I can't even be the owner?"

"That... young master, this master, really can't do it..."

Just when Chen Luo and Chen Ping, the master and servant, were having a heated discussion about the maid, Cai Tongchen had already sat in the middle hall and listened to Master Li's report.

Master Li said angrily, "My lord, the immortal literary heart is the result of great Confucianism's whole life. Someone traded it to the demon clan. It is unbearable and unbearable. It must be reported to the court and investigated to the end!"

Cai Tongchen looked solemn and nodded: "This is natural. But have you ever thought about it, the immortal literary hearts enshrined in various university palaces and aristocratic families are quite numerous, and as long as there is a slight movement, they will be discovered. Counting that tiger The delay in the killing of the Chen family by the demon, and the theft of Wenxin's heart has been at least a month. However, there are no rumors whether there is any court or scholar, this is almost impossible! Unless..."

Master Li thought of something, and his face changed: "You mean..."

Cai Tongchen nodded slightly: "Before we didn't know, there was a great scholar who fell..."

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