The revival of the literary tree shocked far more than just the Confucian leaders. Many people in the capital of the great merchants felt the violent fluctuations in the literary spirit.
"Jie Jie!"
Far away from the Confucian Temple, a night owl-like sound suddenly came from mid-air. Following a burst of pounding sound, black smoke billowed, and a huge bat-like human figure appeared in the darkness, with a pair of scarlet eyes staring at it.
The direction of the Confucian Temple is constantly turning.
"It's the breath of the thousand-year-old cultural tree. The revival of the cultural tree will be detrimental to our ghost clan lurking in the human world. Who did this? No, we have to report to the prince quickly!"
The strange figure vibrated its wings and turned into a billowing black smoke, shooting away into the distance like a rainbow. And just as he flew out, bang, a heavy object fell heavily from the air.
It hit the ground and fell apart.
In the depths of Dashang Palace, light and shadow alternated, and a tall figure quietly walked out of the darkness and stood on the high city wall.
In the night, energy surged like a tidal wave. The figure's eyes opened and closed. In an instant, the thick darkness of night faded away, and the Confucian Temple in the distance was as dazzling as the scorching sun in the capital.
"When did Confucianism have such a figure? Can he do things that the Confucian leaders couldn't do, and enlighten the dying literary tree?"
"Is this a sign of the prosperity of literature? Come here, find out for me what happened in the Confucian Temple."
The man suddenly spoke.
"yes!"
In the darkness, secret auras emerged, and then quickly dispersed like birds and beasts.
Not only that, in the entire Great Shang Capital, from southeast to northwest, majestic auras like mountains and seas were paying attention to the ancient Confucian Temple and the renewed vitality of the Confucian tree from all directions.
There is an undercurrent surging in the night.
However, none of these Chen Shaojun knew that as the initiator and center of the storm, Chen Shaojun had already returned to his own room and slept in his clothes.
"I wonder how my father is doing?"
Chen Shaojun looked up at the roof of the wing and suddenly thought of his father.
Time flies, and the night passes.
At the same time, on the other side of the capital of Great Shang.
A golden hall stands high in the mountains, with a breath that is as solid as a substance. Looking carefully, there are actually fonts as small as flies on top of this breath, densely packed, and seeing these
The moment I read the font, my whole spirit was shaken and I felt refreshed.
Around this golden hall, every ten feet, there is a mottled stone tablet, standing straight on the periphery of the golden hall like a guardian. Looking carefully, there are inscriptions of some saints on the stone tablet.
A vague pressure of literary energy lightly overflowed from inside, rushing towards the golden hall, forming an invisible barrier.
The bronze inscriptions are lingering, the pilgrimage inscriptions of hundreds of saints!
In the Great Shang Dynasty, only the Wenzong Hall would have such a handwriting, using the inscriptions of the saints as an invisible protective shield for the hall. Ordinary scribes would gain enlightenment and increase their own literary power after passing by, but if there are evil minds and evil people,
In front of this condensed literary energy, the evil black gas from the body will be forced out, forming a long-lasting black mark on the body.
And the hall in front of us is the famous Temple of the Three Provinces!
In the main hall, the atmosphere lingers and floats gently, and it is extremely quiet.
Directly above, there is a statue of Saint Kong, like a god, watching everything in the hall, watching a thin figure sitting cross-legged on a futon in the center of the hall. This figure has his back to the hall door, looking a little old, as if he has never been there.
It seemed that he had not moved. There was a layer of dust around him, and there were no traces. His hair was a little messy, and it seemed that it had not been arranged for a long time. His eyes were tightly closed, and his breathing was long, and he looked like he was asleep.
generally.
If you look closely, you will see that his face is slightly similar to Chen Shaojun's. He is clearly Chen Shaojun's father, Chen Zongxi.
"Sage Ziju, his disciples are not talented, and he failed to promote this school properly, which has brought shame to this school. I hope that Sage Ziju will take responsibility for his disciples. As long as..., as long as the disciple's heir Chen Shaojun can live well, the disciple is willing to bear everything.
"
Chen Zongxi's dry and cracked lips moved slightly, and he murmured in a voice that only he could hear.
From the moment he entered the Three Provinces Temple, Chen Zongxi had already had the will to die and made all preparations.
Life and death are small matters, but honors and festivals are big matters.
As a Confucian and Taoist person, we have respected the teachings of Confucius and Saints all our lives. Once we lose our reputation and are deprived of our Confucian status, it is like clear water polluted with thick ink. For a Confucian and Taoist person, we no longer have the dignity to live in the world.
The only way to clarify one's ambition is to die.
Chen Zongxi didn't care about death, nor was he afraid. What really made him unable to let go was the fifteen-year-old boy outside the temple.
Although the child was dull and could not read articles since he was a child. No matter how he taught him, he could not improve his knowledge and could not even improve his literary skills, which made Chen Zongxi quite disappointed. However, he was deeply affectionate and was his own child after all.
Where can I let go easily?
"Jun'er, you are so qualified as a father. You can't force yourself to be a father. As a father, you don't need to be famous. Everyone in the world knows it. You just want to be safe. After the rest of your life, everything will only depend on you. Take care."
"squeak!--"
With the slow sound of opening the door, a dazzling beam of light shot into the Three Provinces Temple, stirring up countless smoke and dust in the Three Provinces Temple and filling it. The beam of sunlight passed through the numerous spaces and finally illuminated the center of the hall.
On the brown futon, there is a man who looks old but has an unusually tall body.
"Is it finally time?"
Chen Zongxi opened his eyes slightly, looked at his own shadow on the ground reflected by the sunlight, and murmured. He did not look back, nor did he move.
Now it has been three months, and the crown prince's matter has been settled. Once he is involved in the struggle between the royal party, he is destined to be unable to escape easily. Chen Zongxi raised his head, not taking any chances, and just waiting silently for the final judgment.
.
At this moment, a steady voice came in from outside the hall:
"Chen Zongxi, the Crown Prince's matter has been thoroughly investigated by the court. The Young Master was just falsely accused and has nothing to do with this matter. In this case, there is no need for you to stay here and you can leave!"
"What?"
Hearing these words, Chen Zongxi was slightly startled. His body, which had not moved until now, finally turned around in disbelief. A thick layer of dust fell from his body, confusing the scene in front of him. He could only see through the heavy smoke and dust.
, looking at the figure outside the hall.
Chen Zongxi never thought that such a major reversal would occur in this major court case when he was ready to die to prove his ambition.
"How could that happen? What happened?"
Chen Zongxi's lips trembled and he finally couldn't help but said.
"The Crown Prince was already dying, but not long ago, it was said that an immortal doctor entered the palace and cured the Crown Prince."
"The miracle doctor later requested Your Majesty to re-investigate the matter thoroughly. His Majesty Long Yan was delighted and granted his request, and issued an imperial edict to order the three departments to conduct a joint review and re-investigate all the files. Now it has been found that many of the rebels who were imprisoned
, is just implicated, and so is your eldest son Chen Zhengche."
"Chen Ru, now that everything has been found out, go back and reunite with your family."
After saying this, the figure turned and left.
In the main hall, Chen Zongxi stood there, motionless for a long time.
"Thank you for the saint's forgiveness. Disciple Chen Zongxi bids farewell to the saint!"
For a long time, Chen Zongxi put his hands together, knelt down and bowed to the statue of Saint Kong in the hall, then his clothes and sleeves fluttered, and finally walked out of the hall.
At the same time, a young figure with scars all over his body also walked out of the gate of the Criminal Department.
…
Time passes slowly, in the Confucian Temple.
Chen Shaojun did not go to the library as usual, but sat upright in his wing, motionless.
There was a book in front of him, and the book was open, but his eyes were not focused on this book.
——He has already finished reading this book.
At this moment, his attention was completely focused on his mind.
In the depths of his mind, a golden page of scripture kept rolling and rising.
It was the gift given to him by the previous Wenshu when he revived.
In the past few days, the Confucian Temple has been abuzz with excitement. Countless students have flocked to the Confucian tree, crowded under the Confucian tree, and studied the scriptures on the body and leaves of the Confucian tree. Even great masters have come.
However, Chen Shaojun did not join in the fun.
Firstly, Chen Shaojun didn't want too many people to pay attention to him. Secondly, after Wen Shu's revival and second growth, his consciousness had already fallen into a deep sleep, and it was impossible to communicate with Wen Shu.
Moreover, although Wen Shu contains many mysteries, the greatest treasure - this golden sutra page in Chen Shaojun's mind has already been given to him.
However, Chen Shaojun also discovered that for some reason, although this golden sutra page was full of words, he could not see the words clearly at all. All the words were blurry, as if they had been splashed with water.
"This should be because I am not cultivated enough and cannot see the content above."
Chen Shaojun studied it for a few days and finally understood it.
Although his cultivation level in Wen Qi Er Dou is already very astonishing, considering that although the golden page was given by Wen Shu, it is most likely related to Xun Sheng. His cultivation level is not enough and he cannot read the pages.
The content is not surprising.
But despite this, Chen Shaojun also discovered a new ability of the golden scripture pages in the past few days.