Feng Qingyan didn't know that not only had he regained his psychological balance, but he had also been ridiculed and despised. After more than ten days of study, he could communicate with others simply. For him, as long as he gets started, everything will be done.
The next step is simple.
His language progress is rapid and rapid.
Also, from the bits of information he observed and communicated in daily life, he finally got a glimpse of a corner of the world, which was similar to the "holy world" he had guessed before.
In the world of the holy way, hundreds of schools of thought contend.
However, these are not the hundreds of schools that have become blurred in his mind, but the hundreds of schools that control earth-shaking and terrifying power. Among them, Confucianism, Mohism, and Legalism have the most extensive influence.
As for how terrifying it is, no ordinary person would know.
So Feng Qingyan couldn't judge.
However, the law of the holy way can suppress the divine position, which shows that the saint is the top existence. Otherwise, how to suppress the divine position?
Next, he has to consider his own path.
Among the hundreds of schools of thought, which one should follow the doctrine? Or should it be a combination of Confucianism and Mohism, combined with Dharma, to comprehensively integrate all the teachings of the hundreds of schools of thought?
Although "collecting the goodness of Confucianism and Mohism and summarizing the essentials of Ming and Dharma" is the characteristic of Zajia, Zajia mainly focuses on Taoist thought, which is too complex for the eclecticism of various schools of thought.
Moreover, Zajia is the predecessor of Taoism.
However, the miscellaneous person he refers to refers to the all-rounder.
Because based on his current understanding, no matter whether it is Confucianism, Mohism, Legalism, Mingming, Yin and Yang, etc., they are all flawed...
Feng Qingyan shook his head and found that he was thinking too much.
These cognitions are all the remaining memories of his previous life. After all, they are two different worlds... The literati in the previous life were just ordinary people, but the literati in this world are not.
Besides, he has no choice now.
The only chance now is the thatched cottage.
During this time, he saw luxurious carriages appearing in the city, on the North Burial Road, and near the thatched cottage from time to time.
These carriages are naturally coming towards the thatched cottage.
As usual, Feng Qingyan came to the thatched cottage in the morning and listened carefully to the class. However, after the morning class ended, he did not leave immediately, but wandered around the thatched cottage casually.
In the afternoon, several craftsmen were invited to cut wood and build houses in the mountain stream far away from the thatched cottage.
In just three days, the wooden house was built. Although it was very simple, it had four rooms: a living room, a living room, a bedroom, and a kitchen. After he bought some more daily necessities, there was not much money left from selling medicine.
He had to go to Burial Mountain again to collect medicine.
In fact, the mountain stream where his wooden house is located is also where Burial Mountain is located.
Shanhun was very happy to see Feng Qingyan. He followed him and refused to leave, pointing out where the herbs were from time to time...
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"Sir, Dongguan's boat is here."
The old gatekeeper came to the front of the thatched cottage and said to the middle-aged gentleman who was teaching.
The middle-aged gentleman stopped teaching and let the children review on their own, then walked out of the thatched cottage, raised his head slightly and looked at the sky. In the sea of clouds, a huge ship broke through the layers of clouds and mist, and finally stopped above the Star Flag.
The middle-aged gentleman climbed up step by step.
In the pavilion on the top floor of the building, a vigorous old man in white was sitting behind the coffee table drinking tea. Outside the pavilion, several young men and girls in white were kneeling.
At this time, when the old man in white saw the middle-aged gentleman, he waved his hand and said with a smile: "Zhishou, come and have tea."
"Xiu, meet Da Sikong."
The middle-aged gentleman was slightly surprised to see the old man in white.
At this time, several boys and girls in white stood up and saluted, looked at the middle-aged gentleman with burning eyes, and said respectfully: "Greetings to Master An."
The middle-aged gentleman, surnamed An, given name Xiu, given name Zhishou, looked at the young girl and nodded, then landed on the deck and walked towards the pavilion.
The old man in white told An Xiu not to be polite, poured him a cup of tea and said, "Is this where the academy is built?"
"yes."
An Xiu walked into the pavilion and sat across from the old man. He leaned forward and said, "I don't want Da Sikong to come in person. Xiu has to wait a long way to greet him."
"Building an academy is a big deal, how could I not come?"
The old man in white clothes said with a smile. He looked at An Xiu and couldn't help but praise: "With your level of literary skills, how many people in the world can reach the position of master of the Eighty-one Academy? I have your words, I am enough."
"Da Sikong is so complimentary, Xiu can't take it seriously." An Xiu said with a smile.
The old man in white just shook his head and smiled.
The two drank tea for a while, then flew downstairs and landed in the thatched cottage.
As early as when they were drinking tea, several Dongguan people had already landed in the thatched cottage and were surveying the mountains and rivers around the thatched cottage.
"Zhishou, what are your plans for the academy?"
The old man in white clothes said as he walked, and then frowned slightly, "Although the location is acceptable, but..." He couldn't understand why An Xiu chose to put the academy here. The scenery here is really ordinary...
An Xiu shook his head slightly.
"I heard that you sent a message from Blue Bird a few days ago, saying that there are evil spirits in Burial Mountain crying in mourning?" The old man in white suddenly remembered and asked.
An Xiu nodded and asked, "But an evil spirit broke through Wanli Changting?"
"No."
The old man in white clothes said, "Have you seen many evil ghosts?"
"Thousands and tens of thousands." An Xiu said.
"Strange……"
At this time, the old man in white frowned and said to himself: "Could it be that the hidden evil spirits have come to Bury Mountain?" Then, he understood somewhat, looked at Burial Mountain and said: "Zhishou, you built the academy on
Is this to guard Burial Mountain?"
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There is quite a lot of snow in the mountains.
Feng Qingyan was carrying a big bamboo basket on his back, and he and the mountain soul were walking through the forest of pines and cypresses and stele trees.
Although he was weak and had to rest for a while after walking for a while, he was in a good mood and chatted and laughed with Shanhun from time to time.
He unexpectedly discovered that Shanhun could actually understand what he said.
This surprised him a bit, but Shanhun had been born for who knows how many years. After years of exposure to the sun and the moon, it was not surprising that he could understand the local language.
"It's a pity that you can't speak yet, otherwise you can talk to me."
Feng Qingyan felt a little regretful, looked at the figure faintly appearing in the black shadow, and asked: "You should be able to transform soon, right?"
The black shadow moved as a response.
"I wonder if you have a name? How about I give you one?" Feng Qingyan smiled and saw the black shadow move again, indicating that he didn't have a name.
"If a man comes to the mountains, he is surrounded by flowers and he is carrying a girl's rose. He is both looking at and smiling, and his son admires him. He is good and graceful. He rides on a red leopard and follows the raccoon dog, and rides on a Xinyi chariot with a cinnamon flag. He is covered by a stone orchid.
Take Du Heng with you, and leave behind your thoughts..."
At this time, a ritual song for offering sacrifices to mountain ghosts suddenly appeared in his mind, and he couldn't help but read it out. After reading it, he was a little stunned.
He was silent for a while, then looked at Shanhun and said, "How about the name is 'Nine Songs'?"
The mountain spirit moved and "knelt" down.
"You...are afraid of me?"
Feng Qingyan said, watching the mountain soul ponder for a moment and then said, "Is it because I helped you ascend to the position of mountain god? It doesn't matter, get up."
There was another reason he didn't mention, which was the ghost gate behind him.
And, it is very likely that this is the reason.
The Ghost Gate can suppress evil spirits and even have a certain influence on great evils, and the chain of laws of the mountain god's position is rooted in the Ghost Gate, so it is not surprising that the mountain soul is afraid of him.
After the mountain spirit woke up, he seemed very happy.
"Do you like this name?"
Feng Qingyan felt the joy of Shanhun and asked with a smile.
The mountain soul moved.
"nice! You love it."
Feng Qingyan said, "Let's go and continue collecting herbs."