The bark of the willow tree is mottled and looks extremely old, as if it has been around for thousands of years. Thousands of branches and leaves hang down from the top of the branches, which looks extremely spectacular.
Except for a few branches, the entire willow tree is all withered. Although it is the season when all things grow, the huge willow tree in front of you is filled with a strong aura of death. Moreover, there seems to be an invisible barrier around the willow tree. In the Confucian Temple
The rich literary spirit was completely shut out and did not penetrate into the willow tree at all.
More than that, looking at this big willow tree, Chen Shaojun had a strange feeling in his heart. He always felt that the big tree in front of him was completely different from other trees around him.
Chen Shaojun became more and more curious and subconsciously took steps toward the big willow tree.
"What's this?"
Just a few steps away from the willow tree, Chen Shaojun was startled and stopped abruptly. At the bottom of the willow tree, Chen Shaojun saw a stone tablet with two large square characters written on it, - Stop.
"This was left by the imperial master of our Great Shang Dynasty decades ago, perhaps to protect this literary tree. There are many trees in the Confucian Temple, but the most important one is this literary tree. In comparison, even if it contains books
The collection of books in the building is incomparable. If you look carefully, you will find its abnormalities."
At this moment, a voice came from behind. I saw a figure, dressed in blue and cloth shoes, walking slowly over. When he saw the white jade ruler in the man's hand, Chen Shaojun immediately understood.
"See Master."
In the Confucian Temple, only the masters who patrolled the Confucian Temple had white jade rulers. Firstly, they were used to supervise the students. Secondly, if the students in the Confucian Temple violated the rules, the masters could also use the white jade ruler in their hands to warn those students and even expel them from the Confucian Temple.
"You must be Chen Shaojun."
The master looked at Chen Shaojun with a strange look in his eyes:
"I've heard about the Xiaque you did during the day. The mountains look up and the scenery stops. Yes, you have such an understanding. You are indeed very qualified."
The tour guide made no secret of his appreciation and praise.
"Master is so complimentary."
Chen Shaojun bowed quickly and said humbly.
"Well, neither arrogant nor impatient. If you have this kind of mentality, your future knowledge will be limitless."
The master clasped his hands behind his back and nodded. His eyes passed over the tall willow trees and he couldn't help but sigh deeply again:
"What a pity! According to rumors, this willow tree was planted by the Confucian and Taoist sages of the previous dynasty thousands of years ago. After receiving the teachings of the sages, they spent a long time in the Confucian Temple, listening to the classics and history every day, and gradually became enlightened and enlightened.
Wisdom, its spiritual cohesion, literary spirit, even the leaves and trees show the sage's words and articles."
"This willow tree is one of the sacred objects of our culture. But a hundred years ago, I don't know what happened. This willow tree was like a demon. It gradually lost its vitality. Its leaves fell and its roots withered. It never looked better day by day.
In the past few years, Japan has become even more lifeless, showing signs of complete death."
"Perhaps this is also due to your Qi. You have an excellent understanding. You must study hard in the Confucian Temple to live up to your spirituality."
The patrolman said, stepped forward, and left quickly. Only Chen Shaojun's eyes were surprised and he looked at the big willow tree in front of him again.
For some reason, standing in front of this big tree, Chen Shaojun felt that there seemed to be a dark emotion lingering around him, revealing an indescribable regret and loss.
"What exactly is going on?"
Chen Shaojun raised his head and thought for a long time, but still couldn't figure it out. He could only sigh deeply and quickly walked out.
The night is deep, and the lights are brightly lit in the Confucian Temple. There are still many students in the library and school working day and night, trying to figure out the essence.
Throughout the Confucian Temple, there are various recited poems everywhere.
"clang!"
As soon as Haishi passed, a clear sound of bells and chimes passed through the void and resounded throughout the Confucian Temple.
This is the signal for all students in the Confucian Temple to prepare for bed.
Work at sunrise and rest at sunset. The Confucian Temple has the rules of the Confucian Temple. After all, the bodies of literati are not as strong as those of warriors, so it is not recommended to stay up late and read at night. Relaxation is the way to last.
…
Soon, the entire Confucian Temple fell silent.
At this moment, in another place, the patrolman who met Chen Shaojun in the evening held a white jade ruler and walked straight to an inconspicuous thatched cottage in the Confucian Temple.
In front of the thatched cottage, the Master straightened his clothes, took a deep breath, then crossed the threshold and walked in.
There is nothing special in the thatched cottage. There is an oil lamp on the table, a wooden chair next to it, and a short bookshelf. Everything else is empty and looks extremely simple.
Just on that wooden chair, an old man wearing a wide blue Confucian robe and three long beards sat upright, looking at the book in his hand under the light of the oil lamp.
The old man stood still, his waist straight, like a gun stuck there. However, the literary spirit coming out of his body was vast, as vast as the sea of smoke, and even showed the phantoms of smoke.
"Chen Dansheng met Master Zhu."
At the gate, the Master straightened his clothes, looked at the old man in front of him, and bowed respectfully, his eyes full of respect.
There are different skills, and there are different levels of literature. The master's attainments in literature are already extremely profound, but he knows that the person in front of him far surpasses him in terms of knowledge and literary talent.
Because the other party is a real great scholar!
Nine battles of literary spirit are for the Master!
Further ahead is a natural barrier, which is difficult to cross. If you can't cross it, you will stay here for the rest of your life and you can only be a master. If you cross it, you will become a great Confucian.
Although the two are only separated by one layer, they are the difference between heaven and earth.
Once your cultivation has reached the level of a great Confucian, and you have your own unique understanding of the essence of sages, you can write books and explain it.
This is something that most people in the literary world do not possess.
There are thousands of scholars in literature and art, but those who can reach the level of great Confucianism are very rare.
The great Confucian in front of him was devoted to learning, which was hard to see even for a master.
"No need to be polite, come in."
Behind the oil lamp, Master Zhu was still concentrating on the book in his hand, without even raising his head:
"how have you been?"
"Back to Master Zhu, everything is as usual in the Confucian Temple. We are supervising them every day and don't dare to slack off."
The Master bowed and said.
In the Confucian Temple, they patrol the grounds every day to maintain order and answer questions. Most students can only come into contact with the Confucius level, but in fact, the great Confucians are the real leaders of the Confucian Temple.
Hearing this, Master Zhu put down the book in his hand and raised his head:
"By the way, during this period, have you discovered any talented and outstanding students?"
In addition to being quiet and quiet, the Confucian Temple is an excellent place to concentrate on studying knowledge. It supports and teaches students who study in various places. It also has one of the most important tasks, which is to discover those rising stars in literature and Taoism and vigorously cultivate them, with a view to becoming the backbone of Confucianism and Taoism in the future.
generation.
In the past, Master Kong Sheng traveled around the world, and all his seventy-two disciples came from here.
This is also the tradition of Confucianism and Taoism.
"Master Zhu has already met this... the former Jingyue prodigy Wang Xiaonian. Apart from him, no special person has been found in the Confucian Temple yet."
The master pondered for a moment and then said.
"The Jingyue prodigy can write poems at the age of three, and can write beautiful articles at the age of five. He is also born with the first-class "horn hanging book" and is highly respected in the land of Jingyue. Such prodigies have been rare for hundreds of years and cannot be seen.
He is the standard by which other students are measured.”
"Such geniuses are certainly beneficial to our literary education, but the prosperity of our literary education still requires those students who are less qualified but also have outstanding talents in the arts."
Zhu Shidao.
"Master Zhu taught you this."
The Master quickly bowed down and said respectfully.
"Let's go. Confucianism and Taoism emphasize physical practice. It's been three months, so you can go out with me for a walk to see what their qualifications are, and also examine their study results during this period."
"yes!"
The two of them walked out of the thatched cottage quickly, one after the other.
Confucian and Taoist scholars do not often appear in the Confucian Temple, but they must appear once every three months to inspect the knowledge of the students in the Confucian Temple and discover the rising stars among them.
There was silence in the Confucian Temple, the lights were extinguished, it was pitch black, and you could even hear a slight breathing.
Master Zhu glanced around and nodded slightly.
"let's start."
The examination of knowledge by Confucianism and Taoism does not require interviews and examinations, but there is another magic method.
The next moment, Master Zhu straightened his body slightly, his eyes opened and closed, and a bright light suddenly shot out like a bright moon, and the originally quiet Confucian Temple was turned upside down in an instant and suddenly changed.
The Confucian Temple was still a Confucian Temple, but in Master Zhu's eyes, it suddenly became as bright as day.
Almost at the same time, the Master on the side also burst out with light. Although it was not as bright as Master Zhu, it was equally eye-catching.
Hopeful!
This is an ability of Confucianism and Taoism. After reaching a level of literary energy, if you pour literary energy into your eyes, the world in front of you will undergo earth-shaking changes. At the same time, you have a special ability to see the depth of literary energy in the opponent's body.
You can also detect the aura in the other person's body to judge the quality of his or her qualifications.
When ordinary people look at Qi, they can only vaguely see vague literary energy and aura, but when it comes to Master Zhu's level, everything is clearly visible and what they see is much more detailed.
In just a moment, as far as Master Zhu could see, he saw billowing black smoke as straight as pillars, shooting out from the wings of the Confucian Temple and straight into the sky.
The black air was of different heights, some just penetrated a few inches from the ridge of the roof, while others shot up to a height of more than ten feet, billowing and swaying, which was extremely astonishing.
When Master Zhu saw this scene, he couldn't help but sigh deeply. The billowing black air represented spiritual dust and dullness. The thicker the black air, the worse the qualifications and potential.
Literary arts are different from martial arts. As long as you are diligent enough in martial arts, you can continue to improve, or at least reach a certain height and achievement.
But this is not the case in literature and art. With insufficient understanding and dull qualifications, it is difficult for even a master to achieve success, and it is not uncommon for him to remain in the realm of a "schoolboy" at the age of sixty.
But if your understanding is extremely high and you have a sudden enlightenment, even a child may become a great master.
The Jingyue prodigy Wang Xiaonian is a typical example.
The Master was listening on one side and his expression tightened. Most of the people had mediocre qualifications, and even he couldn't change this.
But as the supervisor of the Confucian Temple, Master obviously cannot escape the blame, but this is his fault.
The two continued to move forward. After a while, they saw little lights like fireflies, suddenly seeping out from under the roof tiles. The fluorescence and black smoke mixed together, which looked quite eye-catching.