Chapter 47: Withered trees in spring, the Confucian Temple shakes!
The Confucian ability to look at qi is completely different from that of any sect. Chen Shaojun is an immortal, but it is the first time he has acquired the Confucian ability to look at qi, and it is also the first time he has observed the Confucian world in this way.
Looking down, Chen Shaojun saw in the wing room of the Confucian Temple, the black smoke and auras that were constantly billowing out of the room. Different auras represented different potentials and understandings. Everything was displayed in front of Chen Shaojun's eyes in an intuitive way.
All this gave Chen Shaojun an unprecedented fresh experience.
——This is the world of literature and art.
And in the huge trunk of Wenshu, Chen Shaojun also saw its consciousness. It was a shadow that looked like an old man. It was wrapped in black energy and looked old. But at this moment, the consciousness was accumulated in its chest.
The black deathly aura continued to dissipate, and the shadow of Wenshu continued to change from a decrepit old man, to a younger and younger man, and finally to a four or five-year-old child, who was the one who appeared under the tree before.
children.
Wen Shu's heart knot has gone away, and he is returning to his original nature and restoring his original appearance.
A kind of enlightenment arose in Chen Shaojun's heart, but Wenshu's changes were far from stopping. Just after returning to his original appearance, his body burst out with spirituality. Chen Shaojun's words seemed to completely liberate it and make it completely enlightened.
"What did you do, what did you do? Wenshu gave you something!"
At this moment, there was a flash of light, and Wang Xiaonian, the magical power of Jingyue, rode the strong green bull and returned. He ducked, jumped off the back of the green bull, and grabbed Chen Shaojun's clothes.
Very excited.
"I tried so hard and couldn't untie it. How could you do it? How could you enlighten Wenshu so easily? No one can do it!"
Wang Xiaonian stared at Chen Shaojun, as if he wanted to see through his soul. He had always been arrogant, but what he saw in front of him obviously gave him a huge impact.
He couldn't believe that the man in front of him named Chen Shaojun could do something that neither he nor those great Confucian masters could do.
"Put what you have learned into practice, be flexible, and believe in all the books, it is better to have no books at all!"
Chen Shaojun turned around, looked at Wang Xiaonian and smiled slightly.
The latter was familiar with the scriptures and probably read more than himself, but he was still too young, too rigid, and too literal-minded.
"Is it better to believe in no books than to have no books at all?"
Wang Xiaonian trembled all over, his eyes widened suddenly, and he looked at Chen Shaojun in disbelief. The last words Chen Shaojun said shocked him more than any previous words.
Confucian disciples all regard the classics of the sages as their guide. As a disciple of Confucianism, Chen Shaojun actually said that it is better to believe in books than to have no books at all. This simply broke Wang Xiaonian's understanding.
"you you you!"
Wang Xiaonian let go of his hands and couldn't help but take a few steps back.
On the other hand, Chen Shaojun looked calm and free.
Although he was born into a literary family, he was not a pure disciple of Confucianism. Before that, his first identity was the King of Weapons. The art of refining weapons is all about seeking innovation and change, weeding out the old and bringing out the new, and not sticking to one pattern. Only in this way can we create creations.
If not, he would not be able to establish a sect in refining weapons and form his own sect.
Wang Xiaonian may be shocked, but for Chen Shaojun, this is a natural thing.
Moreover, in Chen Shaojun’s opinion, this is also a quality common to Confucianism and Taoism sages. If not, how can we be called sages and teach hundreds of generations?
"Boom!"
At this moment, a huge sound came from the trunk of the tree.
Chen Shaojun followed the sound and saw the huge Wenshu's body surging with energy. Wenshu's consciousness had not stopped changing. For just a moment, the light flickered and the four or five-year-old child who was Wenshu's incarnation also disappeared, leaving only a reunion.
The moon-like light, containing endless vitality and power, immediately burst out from the roots of the tree and radiated towards the trunk and withered branches above.
With a crash, the branches of the literary tree began to tremble, turning into tentacles that spread toward the sky as if they were alive, connecting with the vast ocean of literary energy above the Confucian Temple.
The strong wind howled, and as the two of them looked at each other, the vast literary energy above the Confucian Temple brushed down from the sky like a waterfall, roaring into the literary tree. The literary tree was already in a withered state, but at this moment it burst out.
A burst of greenery.
I just heard bursts of roaring, crackling, cracking, and the earth cracked. The thick branches of the Wen tree actually broke through the ground, growing upward at a speed visible to the naked eye. They kept getting higher, seventeen feet, eighteen feet, and still growing. Countless branches came from
When the tree was pulled out, the originally bare old branches also glowed with vitality and greenery. Countless branches were pulled out, like a huge palm, stretching towards the sky above the Confucian Temple.
"Withered trees come spring, withered trees come spring!"
Wang Xiaonian raised his head with a very touched expression. The growth of the Wen tree had stopped thousands of years ago, but after the Wen tree in front of him untied its knot, it actually ushered in a second spring and grew again.
This kind of thing is simply unheard of.
And the literary tree is still growing, twenty feet, thirty feet!
After absorbing a large amount of literary energy, the literary tree in front of me was bright and glowing, standing there like a shocking giant tree. On the huge tree, the literary energy condensed, showing lines one after another, and finally evolved into
Densely packed with countless Confucian characters, they spread all the way up from the tree, and even golden characters appeared on the leaves extracted from the tree.
A single tree forms a forest!
Magnificent!
Sacred solemnity!
It turns out that this is its true appearance.
Chen Shaojun's eyes flashed, and at this moment he suddenly understood why this tree was called the Holy Tree of Confucianism and Taoism.
"what happens?"
"Look there, it's Wenshu!"
At this moment, a burst of exclamation came from a distance.
The great changes that have taken place in the Wenshu, including the changes in the literary atmosphere, have already alarmed countless sleeping students in the Confucian Temple. One by one, the students hurriedly put on their clothes, walked out of the wing, and headed towards the backyard of the Confucian Temple.
"Spring comes out of the dead tree, and the willow tree comes back to life! It's great! Report to Master quickly!"
More and more students noticed the changes in Wenshu and gathered here.
The Wen Shu in front of him had already changed his appearance, and bright rays of light continued to emanate from the Wen Shu, illuminating the Confucian Temple into daylight. Chen Shaojun couldn't help but frown slightly when he saw this scene, and he had the intention of retreating in his heart.
"time to go."
For Chen Shaojun, he could not attract too many people's attention at the moment. Before everyone arrived, Chen Shaojun also pretended to be a student onlookers and retreated without leaving a trace.
On the other side, Wang Xiaonian also noticed Chen Shaojun's behavior.
"Hmph, it must be a coincidence. I, Wang Xiaonian, will not lose to anyone! Just wait and see, I will definitely defeat you! Xiaoqing, let's go!"
Wang Xiaonian climbed on the back of the cow and walked towards the distance. He has always been arrogant, and at this time he was even more unwilling to stay here than Chen Shaojun.
"boom!"
With the infusion of literary energy and the extraction of a large number of branches and leaves, the literary tree became brighter and brighter, attracting the attention of more and more students from the Confucian Temple. In just a short time, a large number of students gathered under the tall literary tree, and the Confucian Temple
It was already boiling.
"Literary spirit, my literary spirit has actually increased!"
"Me too, me too!"
"Look, there are golden sentences from "The Great Learning" on the literary tree...and "The Analects of Confucius"!"
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A gust of wind blew by, and the branches of the Wen tree trembled. In an instant, countless golden fluorescent stars scattered from the branches and leaves of the Wen tree, and entered the bodies of the students under the Wen tree. In just a moment, countless Confucian Temple students felt
The aura in the body was stirring, and their own literary energy increased. In just this moment, their literary energy increased more than in the past ten days. In an instant, countless students from the math temple started cheering with excitement.
And everything is far from over. This earth-shaking change shocked far more than the students in the Confucian Temple. With a flash of light, two familiar figures immediately appeared next to Wen Shu.
Seeing the giant pillar in the blue sky in front of them, Wen Shu was completely different from what he remembered, Master Zhu and the Master were both stunned.
The two of them live a little far away from here, and their arrival was a little slow. They didn't see what happened before, but the scene in front of them was too amazing!
"The tree of literature is resurrected and Confucianism and Taoism are flourishing. Who has such great ability to enlighten the tree of literature?"
Master Zhu and Confucius looked at each other and saw each other's shock.
In order to save Wen Shu, the Confucian and Taoist lineage of Dashan Dynasty tried their best and tried various methods. Even the Confucian capital took action but all failed. But now, someone actually inspired Wen Shu and made them all
Things that were not done.
"Did you see who did it?"
Master Zhu recruited a student and asked.
"The students came a little later and I haven't seen them yet."
The student bowed and replied quickly.
The students nearby also shook their heads. They were all attracted by Wen Shu's bright light and didn't pay attention to anything else.
Master Zhu's heart moved, his eyes filled with literary energy, and he looked around again. After a while, he suddenly discovered some clues.
"This is the breath of that child, could it be him!"
Master Zhu couldn't hide the surprise in his eyes. He turned back to look at the master. Master Zhu saw the same shock in the other man's eyes. However, he didn't expect that Wen Shu's changes had already caused more changes before the two of them spoke.
Buzz, without any warning, just above the Confucian Temple, the literary energy condensed and suddenly turned into thousands of words.
Those words slanted down like a waterfall, fell to the ground, and instantly turned into a series of noble and gentle figures.
The depth and richness of the literary spirit in these people was actually stronger than that of Master Zhu and Confucius.
Righteousness incarnate!
This is the lineage of Confucianism and Taoism, and only those who have reached at least the level of a master can have the ability.
The literature has been passed down through the ages, and the chapters have been passed down for thousands of years!
Scholars who study heaven and man, understand the way of heaven and earth, communicate yin and yang word by word, be in harmony with heaven and earth, and connect all qi, can have the embodiment of righteousness.
"Lord Confucian Master!"
Seeing the man at the front, Master Zhu and his wife were shocked, and they quickly stepped forward and bowed in salute.
No one expected that Wen Shu's changes would attract so many people's attention. Even the Confucian capital was alerted and he appeared here together with many Confucian and Taoist masters.
This is an unprecedented event in the Confucian Temple!
"Inform the great scholars and masters from all continents that the literary tree is resurrected, and ask them all to come to the Confucian Temple for enlightenment!"
The Confucian leader said loudly.
From the moment he appeared, his eyes were focused on the lush literary trees and never shifted.
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[Hey, today is another four chapters, I hope brothers can support me! 】