"Second Young Master Feng wants to study in an academy? Don't you want to take the imperial examination?"
When a dean from Longyin Academy came out to greet Feng Qing'an and heard Feng Qing'an's request to stay in the academy for a while, he naturally interpreted Feng Qing'an's request as wanting to study in the academy.
After all, the academy is not a place like a restaurant or hotel where all kinds of people live. There are only two types of people living here, one is the teacher and the other is the student.
If you want to live here, with Feng Qing'an's current qualifications, he is certainly not suitable to be a teacher, but his brother is. If he wants to enter an academy, he naturally wants to study.
"Of course I don't want to take the imperial examination anymore. After a few exams, I felt bored and wanted to find peace in Guibao!"
Feng Qing'an didn't explain, the name of studying was not bad, it didn't matter, he didn't mind attending a few lectures, the gentleman who could teach here, even if he was not a great Confucian, was not much different.
Confucianism has a subtle meaning, and some practitioners do not mind listening to a few verses and commenting on it, even at the risk of being suppressed by Haoran's righteousness.
"It doesn't matter if you don't take the imperial examination. At your current age, you should concentrate on your studies!"
Hearing Feng Qing'an's choice, Yuan Zheng, who had just come to greet him, nodded slightly with appreciation on his face. Apparently, he didn't think it was a good thing for Feng Qing'an to take part in the imperial examination and stand out at a younger age than his brother.
It's a good thing, it's enough to have his brother who is a Six-Yuan and No. 1 scholar.
"I think so too, so what about me moving into the academy?"
"Can!"
Naturally, the academy would not object to this kind of thing, and even wished for it. Although the second young master in front of him relied on his elder brother's name, he had already shown his talent.
In this way, it was natural for Feng Qing'an to live in the academy. However, among the warriors who came with him, only one could stay, and the rest would go back wherever they came from.
This is Longyin Academy, not a competition ground. There will be no danger here. No matter it is bandits or monsters, nothing can run wild here. In a sense, this place is safer than Fengtian City under the jurisdiction of the Yin Division.
Because of Feng Qing'an's special status, although Longyin Academy was quite reserved and said it would not grant him any privileges, it was quite generous in choosing his residence, whether it was a private courtyard or a house shared with others.
, as long as there is a vacancy, he can choose at will.
Naturally, Feng Qing'an would not choose a house shared with others, but a small courtyard with a single family. These courtyards were specially built by Longyin Academy for dignitaries to study.
To put it simply, these small courtyards are used by the academy to collect money and generate income. After all, even great scholars who are full of awe-inspiring arrogance still need to eat. The money required to maintain an academy of such a scale is not low.
Naturally, Feng Qing'an would not be stingy with this small amount of money, so he happily paid the full amount of money and settled on the small courtyard chosen after discussing with Donghuang. This was the courtyard closest to the gap in the sealed netherworld.
"Go back!"
Although the academy said that he could keep a servant to serve him in his daily life, Feng Qingan still sent away Butler Zhao who wanted to follow him.
There were so many things that the old warrior could see, and he didn't want the old warrior to see anything he shouldn't see when Donghuang came.
"Donghuang, when can you come over?"
According to the instructions, Feng Qingan found the place in the academy where the gates of the two realms were sealed off. But here, there stood a giant turtle carrying a stone tablet, Ba Xia!
"In less than ten days!"
I don’t know how many times Feng Qingan urged me, but Donghuang remained calm as always. She could feel the young man’s desire to meet again, but she was not like that.
"Ten days, it's a bit difficult!"
Feng Qingan stretched out his hand and touched the head of Ba Xia in front of him. It could be seen that the craftsman who carved this stone statue put a lot of effort into it. Even though it was covered with traces of wind, rain, and years of erosion, it still had a beautiful appearance.
A unique aura.
"You have devoted yourself to practice for a few days, and this little time has passed in a blink of an eye!"
Donghuang also felt a little helpless. Her request to herself was to master all the increased power after surviving the catastrophe before coming to the human world.
This is the best state she can achieve in a short period of time. Although there are no strong enemies in the world, Feng Qingan has not provoked any existence.
However, there were so many Taoist monks and Buddhist monks surrounding the other party that it was difficult to say whether she would encounter anything after the arrival, so she wanted to appear in Feng Qing'an's body in the best possible condition.
to prepare for possible emergencies.
I have never met anyone else in the Netherworld who can be as demanding as she is. Moreover, the speed at which she can control power, according to the requirements for monks in her era, is already astonishing. Unfortunately, Feng Qingan
Don't know.
"good!"
Just when Feng Qing'an communicated with Donghuang through the soul contract, just outside Longyin Academy, a monk wearing a blue cassock and holding a copper staff appeared silently. He looked at the sky lingering over Longyin Academy.
Haoran was righteous, his brows slightly furrowed, and then slowly relaxed.
As a Buddhist cultivator, he does not like the Confucian Haoran Zhengqi, because he is also within the suppression range of Haoran Zhengqi. Just by being close, he can feel his own magical power and become silent.
However, compared to the suppression of Haoran Zhengqi, who is a practitioner like them, the suppression and restraint effect is more severe on those monsters and ghosts who want to hurt people's lives and take away their soul and blood.
The Second Young Master Feng left his academy and moved into the academy. There is no need to worry, he will continue to make peace with the ghosts in the netherworld.
He only needs to follow the young master when he comes out of the academy to ensure his safety.
"Zen Master, what are you looking at? Do you want to go in and have a look?"
When Yinghai was looking towards Longyin Academy, a Taoist wearing a purple robe also appeared with a whisk in his hand. He looked at Yinghai with an expression that seemed kind, but his eyes were full of indifference and coldness.
No matter how broad-minded the Taoists are, they cannot tolerate the behavior of Buddhism digging up their own foundation. What's more, this time the Buddhist bald donkey is trying to dig up a reincarnated immortal king. Even if they have no hope of success, they just show this.
All these intentions are extremely sinful.
"Amitabha, this poor monk has no such intention!"
He could feel the other party's hostility towards him, but Tianlong Monk Yinghai didn't care about it. Even if there were Taoist immortals here, he was confident that he could escape unscathed.
"Tianlong Zen Temple should be considered one of the largest temples in Xilan Continent, right?"
Although Yinghai showed a calm, peaceful and uncontroversial face and posture, the other party has been following Feng Qingan for a while, looking like a ghost, but many Taoist practitioners noticed it.
Even though this foreign monk is not bad in his own strength and has many Buddhist treasures in his hands, which makes people feel fearful, his actions have already made many real people sharpen their knives and they can't help but want to attack him.
If it is a trivial matter, peace is the most important thing, so there is no harm in giving in, but what the other party wants to poach involves the Immortal Lord, and any practitioner who considers himself to be a Taoist sect cannot tolerate such behavior.
"The real person is ridiculous. The Tianlong Zen Temple where the poor monk came from only suppressed the northern part of Luzhou!"
Tianlong Monk's tone was calm, he was just stating a fact, but in the ears of this Taoist master who appeared, these words sounded like a show off and a shock.
"Since the Buddhist temple where the Zen Master was born is so prominent, why is he hiding his head and tail, spying in secret, and acting like this? Isn't the Zen Master afraid of losing the prestige of the Buddhist temple behind him?"
The real person who appeared was sarcastic and sarcastic.
"The poor monk is protecting the path of the second young master of the Feng family. Everything he does and says is magnanimous and has a clear conscience!"
Yinghai's expression remained as usual.
"Protect the way for that Mr. Feng? Oh, let alone there is not a trace of evil spirit in this place, even if there are demons peeking, will it be your turn to protect the way?"
The Taoist sneered.
"This young master is surrounded by evil spirits, and you can't see him with your Dharma eyes. Naturally, a poor monk can only fulfill the responsibility of protecting the Tao!"
Yinghai knew that Feng Qingan had an important treasure that could conceal the secrets of heaven and confuse the fortune telling. He had already tried it out with the Seven Treasures Golden Pillar, so he expressed his understanding that these Taoist disciples did not know the inside story.
But his tone and demeanor sounded like naked ridicule to the ears of Taoist masters.
"Nonsense, I don't know what it means!"
The Taoist master who had seen Feng Qingan immediately scolded,
"You just want to find a reason for your ghostly behavior and make up a more decent one, which is full of evil spirits? How many real people among us have seen this young master, but you are the only one who can see it. Why? Your eyes are better than
Are you going to wait for me?"
"Since the real person knows it, why would he tell it?"
"presumptuous!"
"The poor monk doesn't want to fight with the real person. When the ghost appears, the poor monk will catch it. The real person will know it at a glance!"
Yinghai has no interest in fighting with the human race. He only has thoughts about monsters. Therefore, even if the other party is aggressive, he chooses to avoid it and refuses to speculate. Even if he hides his figure, the real person who appears is so angry that he swipes away with a palm.
The sky is filled with clouds, venting the anger in my heart.
But after all, he is a practicing person. After all the emotions caused by different opinions were vented, the old master fell into thinking. This monk has so many precious treasures and can see things that they cannot see.
Not surprising.
"However, how could such a prominent person make peace with ghosts and ghosts? It's ridiculous. It must be this bald donkey who disturbs the poor Taoist's thoughts, so we can't be fooled by him!"
Feng Qingan was unaware of the commotion outside the academy. Although the clouds in the sky were suddenly swept away, they were quickly replaced by a spell cast by a frustrated old man.
Ten days is not a long time. According to what Donghuang said, as long as you practice hard, the seemingly long wait will become extremely short, as if it passed in the blink of an eye.
On the first day of October, at midnight
In Longyin Academy, in front of the Baxia Stone Statue, Feng Qingan arrived as promised. At this moment, the stars and the moon were all shrouded in darkness, and the only light was the stars and moon above the head.
Looking around, most of the academy, which covers several hills, is now in darkness. There are only a few thatched cottages with weak lights on, where students stay up late to study.
"The lights are on at three o'clock and the chickens are on at five o'clock, which is when men are studying..."
Seeing the students who were still studying so hard late at night, Feng Qing'an couldn't help but sigh in his heart. If he hadn't been practicing, he would have fallen asleep at this time, how could he be working so hard.
"What else?"
A faint voice sounded in his ears. Feng Qing turned his head in a dreamlike manner and saw a familiar figure standing beside him. As the night wind blew by, the faint fragrance of Ruokong Valley orchid lingered on the tip of his nose.
.
"...A black-haired person doesn't know how to study hard, and a white-haired person regrets studying late!"
Feng Qing'an looked at the Lord of the Netherworld in front of him and read out the remaining two sentences.
"A good poem to encourage learning. With this poem alone, you can leave your name in the books of Confucian students."
"I didn't write this, I just wrote it down and recited it with deep emotion at the right time!"
Feng Qingan hurriedly explained that he was not so shameless as to claim that the poems written by others were written by himself.
However, he quickly realized that it was not about poetry, but that the Lord of Youhuang Kingdom appeared in front of him so easily, causing almost no movement. If it were not for the soul bond between them,
He didn't even notice it,
"No, you just came over like that?"
"Why, it's a little different from what you expected?"
The corners of Donghuang's lips were slightly raised. When she saw Feng Qing'an's stunned eyes, she just felt it was interesting. It was not in vain that she had spent so much time preparing to bypass the ban here and come to the world.
"I thought you would make some big noise. If not, you would cause some strange phenomena. At least, you would break this tyrant into pieces."
The wind is clear and the road is peaceful.
"Do you think I am such a rough person? I would not come to this world without complete preparation."
"That's true!"
Feng Qing'an took a step forward and naturally stretched out his hand to hold Dong Huang's waist.
With Donghuang's stature, her waist and Yingying's hand naturally have nothing to do with each other. She is like a human-shaped celestial phoenix, interpreting the perfect combination of strength and beauty with her every move.
Donghuang looked at Feng Qing'an's little movements and raised his slender eyebrows slightly, but he didn't say anything. But the next moment, the Lord of the Ghost Kingdom, who had a slightly gentle aura, had a cold look in his eyes.
He suddenly turned around and stared at a dark place not far away. Without even a moment's pause, he raised his hand and struck out with a palm.
"You monster, don't be so presumptuous!"
Just when Donghuang waved a palm, a figure with bright golden light appeared in the darkness where Donghuang was staring, and the majestic Tianlong Dharma also lay down behind it and roared.
Facing Donghuang Yun Danfeng's palm, the monk who manifested the golden body of subduing demons and the appearance of a celestial dragon also waved the palm with great confidence. However, when Donghuang's palm approached, Yinghai noticed something was wrong and his expression changed.
It was a sudden change, but he didn't have time to react.
I slept all afternoon again this afternoon. I can really sleep these days.