In June, the six great Confucian scholars came to meet each other. In early August, the Bamboo Forest School was quiet, but thirty feet away there were many students sitting under the pergola and pondering articles.
But when he had time, Chaitino would review policy articles and point out the shortcomings and how to correct them. His attitude was serious and he was not irritated by the large number of people. He showed his temperament as the leader of Wenzong's literary holy place in the future.
Now all Chai Tiannuo needs is time. When his reputation is restored, a few excellent works are circulated, and famous disciples are born, then the title of Wen Zong or even the Holy Land of Wen will be fulfilled!
The expansion of Zhulin Academy has never stopped. With the arrival of many students, many buildings such as the Lecture Hall and the Sixian Academy have been built one after another, and the teachings are no longer limited to elementary school.
Nowadays, the scale of Zhulin Academy is far beyond that of a so-called local school. There are twenty or thirty new local teachers recruited, and the number of students has exceeded five hundred.
Many people suggested changing Zhulin Academy into Zhulin Academy. After all, the current scale is not comparable to that of several large academies in Beidu.
Chaitino smiled and shook his head and said: "It's still a little bit worse." Everyone was at a loss. With such a reputation and such a scale, how could it be worse?
Chai Tiannuo smiled and said nothing, with a surging righteousness between his eyebrows. In the past six months, the righteousness stored in his eyebrows was dozens of times that of the past years. Chai Tiannuo sighed, as expected, educating people and preaching is the real thing!
The combination of true energy and righteousness in the Dantian caused countless huge waves. This time, it was really time to break through and enter the Nascent Soul. All that was missing was just a little opportunity.
In Beidu, Prince Li Yinze, the Protector of the Northern Territory, walked back and forth with his hands behind his back and said in a rather excited tone: "I know that Mr. Zhulin will definitely become a sect and become a saint. Our Northern Territory will have its own literary holy place. Who cares?"
Besides, the Northern Territory is a literary desert!"
"My eyesight is still so sharp!"
"...No, it will be an afterthought."
"What did you say?!" The prince stared wide-eyed, and Yu Wenzhi gritted his teeth and said, "Your majesty is a saint, and his eyesight is hard to find in the world~~."
"I'm happy today, so I won't argue with you, a rich guy. Master Sun, I'll go to the Bamboo Forest Academy with Gu."
"Are you talking about letting the prince enter school?" the young master asked softly, and the prince nodded: "Yes, although you can teach, you are still a little less spiritual, and Chang Geng's body has changed. These days, the life-saving soup is gone.
It’s time to go to Fukejin to find out where we came from.”
"I want to go too, I want to go too!" Yu Wenzhi raised his hand. He missed the opportunity to meet Mr. Zhulin last time, and he couldn't let it go this time.
On the eighth day of August, the prince held the hand of his eldest son and looked at the scene in front of him and said with surprise: "Oh, if the position hadn't changed, I wouldn't have recognized it. This is the little Bamboo Forest School!" No wonder he was like this!
It is said that in the west of this left-hand land, there are now at least dozens of houses. The newly planted vegetation is lush and lush at first glance, dotting this desert land with large green areas.
If it were not stated clearly, no one would have guessed it, and the results would only be recorded in less than half a year.
"The spiritual energy here is so lush. If Your Majesty hadn't stated it clearly, I really wouldn't have believed that this place was originally a desert!" A scribe beside him sighed. He is Ding Changshan, the elder of the Dahe Sect and a Five Immortal Qi Refiner.
Similar to Dahua Zhengyi, they both protect the children of destiny and avoid turmoil in the world.
"Perhaps, this is the ability of a person who becomes a sect and becomes a saint. Even a desert can be changed by it, just like the two saints of Qian and Kun back then." Young Master Sun Sixian said thoughtfully.
The prince, the crown prince, Ding Changshan, Sun Sixian and Yu Wenzhi walked towards the courtyard gate with the plaque of Bamboo Forest Academy.
Although the area of the school has now been more than ten times larger, the earliest mud houses, fences, and gates are still preserved.
The disciples of Luzuo study hard every day, which is completely different from the hustle and bustle outside the wall. It is extremely quiet. Luohu gently sweeps the ground with a big broom. Seeing a group of five people striding forward, he softly said: "My master is attending class in the school. Mo."
If you want to disturb me, please wait in the pavilion if you have something to do." When Yu Wenzhi heard this, he became angry and stepped forward to come to Luo Hu. He was about to curse, but was forced back by Luo Hu's look. Sweat immediately flowed down, and he pulled him away.
The prince left with his sleeves on.
The five people sat down in the pavilion. There were teapots and cups on the stone table. When the prince touched them, they were still warm. He poured a cup of tea with his own hands and handed it to Yu Wenzhi, who was pale and shocked, and said jokingly:
"...That old man in black is probably an unimaginable master!" Yu Wenzhi wiped away the sweat on his forehead, still frightened in his heart. With just one glance, his dantian almost stopped functioning, and he was far from being able to resist it.
"An old servant has such a state. Mr. Zhulin is really not simple!" Sun Sixian nodded lightly. Ding Changshan smiled and was about to speak. Mother Mo walked out of the courtyard with the three cooks talking and laughing, and glanced inadvertently.
, Ding Changshan, who was dressed as a scribe, immediately had a smile on his face.
"Master Ding, what's wrong with you?" The prince couldn't help but asked curiously when he saw that Ding Changshan, who was about to speak, stopped, and his expression looked exactly like that of Yu Wenzhi.
"Then, that woman in the black skirt, I'm afraid, like my master, she is a ninth-level person who knows destiny!" The group of people looked at the women who were walking away talking and laughing, and their hearts skipped a beat.
They kept jumping, especially the prince. He had been here several times before, and he never imagined that these two seemingly ordinary people could be such masters!
"...The Chinese great scholar is so right. Mr. Zhulin is no longer a literary sage. It is impossible to say that he will really become a new generation of literary sages!" Sun Sixian said while breathing in the air-conditioning. Several people nodded silently. As the old saying goes, saints
I have many wonderful people under my sect, and the ancients will not deceive me.
During the conversation, An Qisheng, who was wearing a white Taoist robe, came over, holding a tea tray in his hand, and said apologetically: "I'm really sorry, today the tutor is in class with the students in person. Mr. Luo has a straightforward temper and doesn't like people to disturb the class.
, so I acted a bit too much, and I apologize to you all on behalf of the master."
"I'm a guest from afar. This is the herbal tea I prepared myself. It can improve eyesight and reduce fire. Please." After placing the teacups, An Qisheng and several others poured tea.
The prince thanked him, took a sip from the tea cup, and then drank it all in one gulp. He couldn't help but praise the tea!
"Little master, are you a Taoist priest?" Yu Wenzhi looked up and down and asked curiously. An Qisheng bowed his head for the prince again and nodded lightly: "Exactly, I entered the Taoist sect at the age of three, and now I have been in vain for fifteen years."
"Is your master Mr. Zhulin?" Yu Wenzhi asked again, and An Qisheng smiled: "That's natural, who else can he be besides the master?"
"Then, is Mr. Zhulin literary or Taoist?" Yuwenzhi said confusedly, and An Qisheng answered with a straight face: "It doesn't matter whether it is civilized, martial, Buddhist or Taoist. My master has already transcended." The prince couldn't help but look at Yuwenzhi. This statement was true.
Not small.
"...Little Master, have you already entered Qi Refining?" Ding Changshan asked with a solemn face. An Qisheng nodded and said shyly: "I was born dull and am already eighteen, but I am just a cicada. I am really a loser.