"Mr. Tang, I got your phone number from President Shang."
Mo Yuyan seemed to have guessed what Tang Ming was thinking.
Tang Ming asked in surprise: "Well, hello Miss Mo, what can I do for you?"
"That's it. Mr. Ziri has just come out of the secret cave of the inscriptions. His spiritual intelligence has been improved, but he seems to be unfamiliar with Jinling City."
"Is Mr. Tang free now?"
Mo Yuyan said with a smile: "If you don't have time, you can give me an address and I will take Mr. Ziri there."
Purple Sun! Tang Ming suddenly felt a little embarrassed. He was so busy retreating to break the mirror during this period that he almost forgot about Purple Sun.
The last time he took Ziri to Confucius Temple, he wanted to use the literary spirit of Confucius Temple's great scholars to nourish his soul and supplement his spiritual wisdom.
Counting the time, it has been more than half a month.
"Miss Mo, thank you for informing me. I will go to Confucius Temple now."
Tang Ming spoke excitedly, hung up the phone and hurried towards the Confucius Temple.
...half an hour later.
Tang Ming saw Zi Ri in the inner courtyard of Confucius Temple.
Ziri was originally a corpse puppet of the Heavenly Evil Spirit, refined for the Master of the Youge Pavilion, Ziyou Zhenren, and then gave birth to spiritual wisdom in the thunder and punishment of the Heavenly Tribulation.
But his intelligence is very slow and he is not good at communication.
But at this time, Zi Ri, although she still looked a little dull, her eyes were a little more lively.
"Purple sun!"
Tang Ming tried to call out.
"Master...Master."
Zi Ri was a little slow at first, but then his speech became fluent, and he said with a naive smile: "Disciple has met Master."
"Yes, it seems that you have benefited a lot during this period."
Tang Ming was all smiles.
As he spoke, he reached out a finger and pointed it at the center of Zi Ri's eyebrows. Under the perception of his soul, Zi Ri's soul had been perfected.
If there is anything that was lacking before.
So now, Zi Ri can be called a normal person.
There is even more or less a bookish air about him, which is the awe-inspiring righteousness and literary spirit absorbed by Zi Ri after bathing in the Confucian and Taoist masters of the past dynasties.
Of course, Zi Ri's body as burly as a door panel is somewhat incompatible with his literary style, but there is no need to worry about these small details.
"Mr. Tang."
Mo Yuyan pursed her lips and smiled: "Zi Ri's mind at this time can be regarded as that of a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy."
"And he contains pure Haoran righteousness in his body, which can understand the mind, distinguish good from evil, and distinguish good from evil."
"There's just one thing that needs more attention."
Tang Ming asked: "Which point?"
"Ziri borrowed Confucianism to supplement his mind. Although his mind is not weaker than that of a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy, his state of mind has not been tempered."
"In other words, Zi Ri is now the 'Innocent Heart'."
"There is no impurity or distracting thoughts in the heart. This stage is extremely rare. Opportunities are scarce, but it is also dangerous."
A look of solemnity appeared on Mo Yuyan's pretty face, and she said slowly: "Innocent heart, pure faith without any dirt."
"If he is guided correctly at this time, his mind will be enlightened; but if he is guided by evil ways, he will fall into the devil's path."
"One thought becomes a Buddha, another thought becomes a devil, this is the truth."
Tang Ming nodded slightly, he had also thought of this.
"Mr. Tang, I have an idea."
"If you don't mind it, you can let Ziri stay in Confucius Temple. My teacher has founded a school where everyone can be taught without distinction."
"Not to mention anything else, at least in the Confucius Temple school, Ziri can accept the most orthodox Confucianism."
Mo Yuyan's beautiful eyes were bright, and there was a pleasant smile on her pretty face, looking forward to it.
"Stay in Confucius Temple..." Tang Ming pondered for a moment, turned to look at Ziri and asked: "Ziri, what do you think?"
"I, I want to go home."
Zi Ri lowered his head and said timidly: "I want to follow Master and Senior Sister, I don't want to be alone..." "Okay, this is the first decision you have made. I believe in you, Master."
Tang Ming laughed, patted Zi Ri on the shoulder, and laughed loudly: "You don't have to blame yourself."
"Remember, you are my disciple, Tang Xuantian. The world is big and the earth is big. As long as you have a clear conscience, as long as you respect your teacher and respect your teachings, no matter how troubled the world is, what do you have to fear?"
As long as you have a clear conscience and respect your teacher.
No matter how chaotic the mortal world is, what do you have to fear?
These words were like a revelation, like thunder out of thin air, exploding in Zi Ri's mind.
"Master, I understand."
Zi Ri's eyes suddenly brightened.
Mo Yuyan also heard this, and her beautiful eyes flashed brightly.
In these words just now, Zi Ri heard the words ‘having a clear conscience and respecting the teacher’.
But Mo Yuyan felt a kind of domineering awe that "the sky is big and the earth is big, there is nothing to fear".
The world is so big, where can’t we go?
With so many distractions, what’s there to fear?
"Mr. Tang is really a strange person."
"A simple sentence can lay the foundation of Zi Ri's character and benefit the little girl endlessly."
Mo Yuyan smiled and bowed to Tang Mingzuo.
"I'm just saying it casually. In short, I owe Confucius Temple a favor for this matter."
"Miss Mo, I have two pills here, one for you and one for Master Meng Temple."
Tang Ming took out two small jade bottles.
Mo Yuyan's beautiful eyes lit up, she was not polite, she reached out and took the jade bottle with her white and tender hands, her pretty face was full of joy.
Tang Xuantian's favor, plus two pills, even if Confucius Temple loses a little bit of literary spirit, it is not a loss.
"Mr. Tang is generous, and everyone in the Mo family also admires you. If you have a chance, please ask Mr. Tang to show your respect. The Mo family will definitely sweep up the couch to welcome you."
Mo Yuyan smiled and extended the invitation.
If the Mo family can take this opportunity to build a good relationship with Tang Xuantian, the family power will most likely take a step forward.
after all.
The Yang family in Jinling grew rapidly in power because of Tang Xuantian.
The Jinling Chu family came back from the brink of extinction because of Tang Xuantian.
"By the way -" Tang Ming suddenly remembered something: "The Jinling Mo Family, is it the Mo Family where Mo Fan lives?"
"Mo Fan..." Mo Yuyan was stunned. When she heard the name, she felt a little familiar, but also a little unfamiliar.
Wait! Mo Fan! As one of the Twin Phoenixes of Jinling, Mo Yuyan is known as the female Zhuge, and her memory is naturally amazing.
In just ten seconds, she sorted through the direct descendants of the Mo family and actually found a clue! Mo Fan.
The current head of the Mo family, the son of Mo Haihao, because he is a commoner, Mo Fan has no status in the Mo family, and can even be said to be invisible.
Fortunately, Mo Yuyan has an amazing memory, otherwise she would not have been able to remember such a person.
"Yes, Mo Fan is a direct descendant of my Jinling Mo family."
Mo Yuyan asked pointedly: "Why, does Mr. Tang also know Mo Fan?"
A master of the Tang Dynasty who made a name for himself in Jinling City and attracted countless wealthy families to be the first to fawn over him.
A humble and unknown concubine of the Mo family.
How could these two people know each other?
"Mr. Tang, logically speaking, given your status, Mo Fan shouldn't have a chance to attach himself to you. Could it be that he has recognized the wrong person?"
Mo Yuyan asked tentatively.
"I didn't admit my mistake."
"Mo Fan from the Mo family in Jinling, that concubine of the Mo family, he is my brother."
Tang Ming said in a serious tone: "The kind of brothers who have a good relationship."