Chapter 407 The visitor is evil

Going to the Confucian Temple in the capital of the Sui Dynasty to ask for a literary fortune, which involves the foundation of Chen Pingan's spiritual practice, but Mao Xiaodong did not take Chen Pingan straight to the Confucian Temple in a hurry. He just took Chen Pingan slowly and chatted. .

Mao Xiaodong asked Chen Pingan many interesting things about his travels along the way. Chen Pingan traveled far away twice, but most of them were in deep mountains and forests and on the banks of rivers. He traveled through mountains and rivers and encountered the Wenwu Temple. It wasn't too much, so Chen Ping'an talked smoothly about his good friend who looked rough but was actually very talented, the big-bearded hero Xu Yuanxia.

This man who left the army not only recorded the landscapes of various places, but also painted ancient wooden buildings in various countries with meticulous brushwork. Mao Xiaodong said that this Xu Xiashi could come to the academy as a nominal master and provide services to the students of the academy. When giving lectures, talk about the majestic mountains and rivers and the gathering of humanities. The academy can even open a room for him to hang his meticulous painting manuscripts.

Chen Pingan promised Mao Xiaodong to send a letter to Xu Yuanxia, ​​who had returned to her hometown, inviting him to take a trip to Sui Cliff Academy.

The Confucian Temple in the capital with the largest scale and the highest etiquette in the Sui Dynasty was located in the northwest, so starting from Donghua Mountain, the two of them had to pass through less than half of the capital. During this period, Mao Xiaodong treated Chen Pingan to a meal. Lunch was at a small restaurant hidden deep in a back alley, but the business was not deserted. The aroma of wine was not afraid of the depth of the alley, and the rice wine brewed by the restaurant was very good.

Mao Xiaodong said that every time he makes wine, in addition to the selected glutinous rice, the host will also take his son out of the city and rush to Songfeng Spring, sixty miles away from the capital, to fetch water. The father and son take turns. Carrying the burden on his shoulders, going out in the morning and returning home at night, he brewed this rice wine that good drinkers in the capital would not want to stop drinking.

When Chen Pingan left the tavern, he bought a large jar of rice wine. He went to a deserted alley and carefully poured it into the sword-raising gourd that had bottomed out, and then put the empty jar into something nearby.

There are "everything strange" among the things so close to you.

Clothes and books, written documents, pots and pans, knives and needlework, herbs and flints, all odds and ends.

Seeing Chen Pingan put away the empty wine jars that were not worth a few pennies, Mao Xiaodong reminded: "It is a good thing to accumulate a little and make a tower, but don't be too picky and picky about everything, otherwise your character will It's hard to be clear and clear, or if you work hard, your mind will be haggard even though your muscles and bones are strong."

Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "I'll remember it."

Mao Xiaodong stroked his beard. laugh.

In fact, it was him, Senior Brother Mao, who was finding fault, but otherwise, if he didn’t put on some airs with Chen Pingan, how could he show his dignity as a senior brother? If his husband doesn't miss him or nags him, he, Mao Xiaodong, always has to make amends with his husband's close disciples.

After walking for nearly half an hour, we arrived at the sacred place in the hearts of all Sui students, the Confucian Temple in the capital.

Confucian temples are scattered all over the world, dotted like stars, like lights of literary fortune on the earth, shining on the world.

Unless something is too muchIn remote places, otherwise the smallest counties, as a rule, need to build Wenwu temples. After all county governors and magistrates take office, they need to go to the Confucian temple to offer incense and worship, and then go to the Wu temple to pay homage to the heroes.

So even if the small town where Chen Ping'an grew up in Lizhu Cave was blocked and blocked, after it fell to pieces and took root in the Dali territory, the first big thing was that the Dali court let the first president The county magistrate Wu Yuan immediately began to prepare the sites for the two civil and military temples.

Mao Xiaodong stood outside the Confucian Temple, and Chen Pingan stood side by side with the old man.

Mao Xiaodong asked: "You used to drink rice wine, but now you see the Confucian Temple. Do you have any experience?"

Chen Ping'an replied: "The above-mentioned glutinous rice wine is so good that there are a lot of people buying it. Absolutely, it can be seen that the people in the capital have no worries about food and clothing, but also have a lot of spare money. As for this Confucian Temple, I haven't seen anything."

Chen Pingan answered half of it, but this time Mao Xiaodong nodded. It’s not that Mao Xiaodong was trying to be mysterious, he gave Chen Pingan advice:

“There is no movement over there, which shows that the guys who live in the mud in the Sui Confucian Temple do not think highly of your Chen Pingan’s literature. Good luck."

At this point, Mao Xiaodong was a little sarcastic, "It's probably because of the incense smoke for hundreds of years that my eyesight is not good."

Mao Xiaodong continued: " If a traveling scholar, with a pious mind, visits a Confucian temple, the gods of the Confucian Temple will sense it and secretly give some of the literary luck that enhances his literary talent as a gift. This is the principle of helping each other like ghosts and gods. However, what the sages and gods in the Confucian Temple can do is just to add icing on the cake. In the final analysis, it depends on whether the scholar’s ​​own skills are deep."

"Most of the people who are willing to do these small tricks are the civil servants of the country. What the incense gods do when they become gods, the most holy masters and the seventy-two sages worshiped in the capitals of various countries are just clay statues of gods. Of course, there are no absolutes, and there are very few exceptions. There are nine great ones in the world. There is often a great sage sitting in the Confucian Temple in the capital of the dynasty."

Hearing this, Chen Pingan asked softly: "Now in the south of Aquarius Continent, it is said that Da Li is the tenth largest. Dynasty."

Mao Xiaodong smiled and said: "We will talk about this after all the new five mountains of Dali appear. There is only one now

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Beiyue Piyun Mountain is quite justified, but it’s too early.”

Mao Xiaodong walked forward, “Let’s go and see the place where the great Sui Dynasty was based. The saints of the Confucian Temple followed."

Chen Pingan followed.

The Confucian Temple occupies a large area. There are many literati, religious men and women who come here, but it does not seem crowded.

But when Chen Pingan followed Mao Xiaodong to the main hall of the Confucian Temple, he found that no one was around.

It seems that the Confucian Temple Miao Zhu has been instructed to temporarily not allow tourists and pilgrims to approach this hall where the front hall is dedicated to the world and the back hall is dedicated to the saints of a country.

The courtyard is quiet and the ancient trees are towering.

A man with big sleeves and a high crownAn old Confucian scholar, with a long sword hanging from his waist, appeared in a golden body. He walked out of a clay statue in the back hall, crossed the threshold, and walked into the courtyard.

Mao Xiaodong and this famous civil servant in the history books of the Sui Dynasty bowed to each other and saluted.

Before entering this courtyard, Mao Xiaodong had already told Chen Ping'an about several deities of the Confucian Temple in Beijing who were still "alive" today, their lives and context, as well as their great achievements in their respective dynasties. .

The deity of the Confucian Temple in front of us is named Yuan Gaofeng. He is one of the founding heroes of the Sui Dynasty. He conquered the country at first, and after he was dismounted, he was appointed Minister of the Ministry of Civil Affairs and awarded the title of Bachelor of Wuyingdian. He worked hard and achieved outstanding political achievements. After his death, he was given the posthumous title Wenzheng. The Yuan family is still a wealthy family such as the Great Sui Dynasty, with many talented people. The current head of the Yuan family once served as the Minister of the Ministry of Justice, but resigned due to illness. His descendants have many distinguished people, and they have made achievements in officialdom, on the battlefield, and in academic studies.

Yuan Gaofeng himself was also the first official since the founding of the Sui Dynasty to be given the posthumous title Wenzheng by the emperor himself.

Yuan Gaofeng asked: "I wonder what the Lord of Mount Mao is here for?"

Mao Xiaodong asked: "You know why you are asking?"

Yuan Gaofeng's expression did not change. "Master Mao Shan, please make it clear."

Mao Xiaodong said slowly: "I want to take a share of cultural fortune from your Confucian Temple and borrow another share. Among all the ritual vessels of the Confucian Temple, I want to roughly Temporarily take away the gong and a set of braided chimes. In addition, one gong and two candlesticks each. This is the share that our Cliff Academy should have, as well as the one you later moved from the local Confucian Temple and paid for by the imperial censor Yan Qingguang. The large blue and white jar made by a man was borrowed from your Confucian Temple. In addition to the cultural destiny contained in it, of course the artifact itself will be returned to you in full."

Yuan Gaofeng asked: "What about you, Mao Xiaodong. Don't you want to grab it?"

As expected, he was a Confucian general and went straight to the point without any ambiguity.

Mao Xiaodong smiled and said: "If I can get it, I won't be polite to you."

Yuan Gaofeng said sarcastically: "You also know, listening to your straight-to-the-point words, your tone So big, I thought you, Mao Xiaodong, were already an academy saint in the Jade Pu Realm."

Yuan Gaofeng then said: "But the Yu Pu Realm doesn't seem to be enough, unless you, Mao Xiaodong, can conquer the entire academy. Relocating Donghua Mountain to the Confucian Temple can succeed, right? Lack of realm is one difficulty, and using the magical power of immortals to move mountains is another difficulty. It is even more difficult. It is really difficult for you, Master Mao Dashan.

Mao Xiaodong looked around and said with a smile: "How to move? The mountain is bigger than the temple. Will it fall down all at once and cover the Confucian Temple? Wouldn't this top-ranking Confucian Temple in the Sui Dynasty be destroyed?" Once?"

Yuan Gaofeng said sternly: "Mao Xiaodong, don't play tricks on me here. If you want me, Yuan Gaofeng, to accompany you to bargain here, you don't have to be shameless. I'm still afraid of insulting the gentleness. ! You know the bottom line of Confucian Temple!"

Mao Xiaodong was completely unaware.

Chen Pingan felt thatReceiving a majestic righteousness, streaks of colorful light appeared vaguely, gathering and dispersing, wandering around, almost condensing into substance.

The true energy flow in Chen Ping'an's body was stagnant, and the water house where the water-character seal was nourishing the natal object was involuntarily closed. The children in green clothes inside, who were born from the essence of water transport, were trembling with fear.

Mao Xiaodong did not stop Yuan Gaofeng's deliberate demonstration, leaving Chen Pingan behind him to bear the suppression of this strong cultural movement alone.

Mao Xiaodong stretched out his palm and pointed to the main hall, "Let's go to the back hall to talk in detail."

Yuan Gaofeng hesitated for a while and agreed.

Mao Xiaodong asked Chen Pingan to go to the front hall for a walk, but there was no need to go to the back hall.

As Mao Xiaodong and Yuan Gaofeng walked into the back hall, several more golden gods walked out of the clay statues.

Chen Pingan walked slowly in the solemn front hall. This was the first time that Chen Pingan walked into the main hall of the Confucian Temple in a capital city. He was in Tongyezhou at that time and did not go with Yao. Otherwise, I would have visited the Mirage City of Daquan Dynasty. Later, in the capital city of Qingluan Kingdom, due to the prevailing debate between Buddhism and Taoism at that time, Chen Pingan did not have the opportunity to visit. As for the capital city of Nanyuan Kingdom, which is the land of lotus flowers, there is no Confucian Temple to worship the Seventy-Two Sages.

No matter how far you go, no matter how detailed you look, you will eventually miss something like this, and it is impossible to truly see all the scenery.

As time passed and dusk approached, Chen Pingan was alone, barely making any footsteps, and had already looked at the statue of the god in the front hall twice.

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Wen Travel Notes, more or less, we have come into contact with the life stories of these "sages" who accompanied the Confucian Temple. This is a comparison of Confucianism in the world. What makes it difficult for ordinary people to understand is that even the mountain masters of the Seventy-Two Academy are accustomed to being called saints. Why are these great saints with great knowledge and great merits only named by the Confucian orthodoxy with the word "xian"? You must know that in major academies, there are many wise men compared to the rarer gentlemen.

When Mao Xiaodong returned from the back hall, Chen Pingan found that the old man's face was not very good-looking.

Being in the Confucian Temple, Chen Ping'an didn't ask any more questions.

After the two of them walked out of the Confucian Temple, Mao Xiaodong took the initiative and said: "They are all tough and never pull out their hair. It's really hard to talk about."

Chen Pingan nodded.

Mao Xiaodong raised his head and glanced at the sky, "We visited the Confucian Temple in a bright and clear way, and had dinner later. Then, while it was getting dark, we went to try our luck at several other cultural gathering places. When the time comes, we won’t waste time on our way. We’ll make a quick decision and try to get back to the Academy before the rooster crows tomorrow morning. As for the Confucian Temple, we definitely can’t let them be so stingy. From now on, we’ll come here every day.”

Chen Pingan poured two bowls of rice wine from the sword-raising gourd and asked: "Is it possible that Yuan Gaofeng is actually using this method to remind us? The gods in the Confucian Temple in the capital must have seen the current undercurrents of the Sui Dynasty. However, the palms and backs of the hands were full of flesh, and it also involved the Gao family's Guo Zuo and the cultural movement of the Sui Dynasty. It was difficult for them to make a decision, so they had to stand by and watch. But he doesn’t want to watch us being kept in the dark and ruining the context of Donghuashan Academy, so he deliberately shows off his face and uses words and deeds that go against common sense to ask us to be careful about the situation outside the Confucian Temple? "

Mao Xiaodong was a little relieved and said with a smile: "That's the right answer.

Mao Xiaodong looked out the window of the restaurant and tutted: "I thought that the other party should pay more attention to our pair of baits thrown into the water, or take advantage of the fact that there are few people at night and send some little ones first." The fish and shrimps came to take a few bites, but they didn't expect that it was not yet dark, not far from the Confucian Temple, and the streets were bustling with people, so they immediately used their trump card, frantically. When did the scholars of the Sui Dynasty become so decisive in killing? "

Chen Pingan slowly drank the bowl of fragrant rice wine.

Mao Xiaodong asked with a smile: "Aren't you nervous at all?

Chen Pingan put down the wine bowl and said: "To be honest with Master Maoshan, I have fought and killed a lot, and I have seen some of the world." "

Mao Xiaodong asked again, "How big is the world? ”

Chen Ping’an thought for a while and said frankly: “I beat the Nascent Soul Jiao who was sitting in Xiaotiandi in Jiaolonggou, carried the sword of the boss Sword Immortal of the Great Sword Qi Wall, and passed by an Ascendant. The monk's natal magic weapon is a blow from the sword-swallowing boat. "

Mao Xiaodong laughed heartily.

Chen Ping'an suppressed his laughter and added a flattery, "I also drank with Master Mao at the same table. "

Mao Xiaodong quickly picked up the big white bowl and said, "The people in front don't say anything, but the people in the back have to drink a big bowl of wine. "

Chen Pingan finished the bowl of wine and suddenly asked: "Can I check the approximate number of people and cultivation level? "

Mao Xiaodong nodded and said: "I have been wandering around with Xiao Baoping in the past few years, but in fact I have some plans and have been striving to accomplish one thing. I won't mention what the thing is. Anyway, within a thousand feet around me, I know all about the Qi practitioners below the upper five realms and the pure martial artists below the ninth realm. Among these five assassins, one is a Nine Realm Golden Core Sword Cultivator, one is a Military Master Longmen Realm cultivator, one is a Longmen Realm Formation Master, one is a Far Traveling Realm martial artist, and one is a Golden Body Realm martial artist. "

Chen Pingan said helplessly: "I may not be of much help.

Mao Xiaodong stood up with a smile, took out the Day and Night Wandering God True Body Talisman from his sleeve, handed it back to Chen Ping'an who got up after him, and said with a heartfelt smile: "How can any senior brother squander his wealth?" That's right, put it away. "

Chen Pingan hesitated.

Mao Xiaodong smiled and asked: "Why, do you think the enemy is coming menacingly? Is it because I, Mao Xiaodong, am too conceited? Have you forgotten what you said before?, as long as there are no Jade Pure Realm monks to help them hold the battle, I can handle it.

Chen Pingan frowned and said, "What if there is?" "

Mao Xiaodong smiled and said, "Then I will feel more relieved. Appearing here, no one can kill me, and it also proves that there are no back tricks or killer moves they have laid down in the academy. "

While Mao Xiaodong showed no sign of taking action for the time being.

Chen Pingan silently poured another bowl of wine.

Mao Xiaodong asked curiously: "What? Well? "

Chen Ping'an was lowering his head and taking a swig of wine, "Learn from Zhu Lian and drink the fine wine. "

Mao Xiaodong smiled and scolded: "Good boy, you are eagerly waiting for a Jade Pure Realm monk to appear here, right? ! "

Chen Pingan smiled slightly.

Mao Xiaodong glanced at the jade hairpin and said nothing.

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