The man was sitting upright next to a black rock, with a strange black ghost mask on his face. His body was thin and tall, and he was wearing white Confucian clothes. He was holding a book and lighting a bonfire, concentrating on it.
watching.
The Analects of Confucius!
Chen Shaojun had extraordinary eyesight and saw a few familiar words on the cover of the book at a glance. However, the Analects in this man's hand seemed a little different from the Analects that Chen Shaojun was familiar with, both in terms of text and format.
"This man is also a Confucian and Taoist!"
Chen Shaojun looked surprised. He never expected to meet a Confucian and Taoist man here.
Confucianism pays attention to being dignified and upright, and almost no one would wear a ghost-face mask on their face like him. Moreover, in a place like the ghost tribe, the ghost-face mask also looks weird, but he can be so dedicated to Confucian and Taoist classics and devote himself to it.
Apart from Confucian and Taoist disciples, there will be no one else studying it.
Chen Shaojun suddenly felt a sense of intimacy in his heart.
"To be able to travel freely in a place like the Ghost Clan Realm, I'm afraid he must be at least a Confucian-level practitioner. He already possesses the awe-inspiring righteousness in his body and can restrain all evils. He should be a hidden senior from Confucianism and Taoism. I just don't know how he got through.
The outer layer of barrier air wall."
Chen Shaojun said secretly.
The other party seemed to be immersed in trying to figure out the meaning of the scriptures, completely forgetting himself and not noticing the arrival of Chen Shaojun and Xiaowo. However, Chen Shaojun pondered for a moment and took the initiative to walk up.
"Senior, you are polite."
Just three steps away from that person, he bowed and said respectfully:
"Your Excellency, Chen Shaojun, is a disciple of the Ziju School of the Great Shang Dynasty. What do you call me?"
Chen Shaojun always calls himself Chen Jun in front of outsiders, but this time he took the initiative to reveal his real name. Confucianism and Taoism emphasize on being honest with each other. As the saying goes, a gentleman is magnanimous and a villain has relatives. The other person is a Confucian and Taoist, so it is naturally different.
Moreover, Chen Shaojun did not feel any malice on the part of the other party.
There was silence all around, with only the sound of crackling fire. The man sat motionless until Chen Shaojun finished speaking, and then his eyes blinked, as if he noticed Chen Shaojun who suddenly appeared next to him.
"A disciple of Ziju School?"
The man's robes were dancing and his long hair was floating. He turned to look at Chen Shaojun, with a slight doubt in his heart, but it was not too disturbing. Chen Shaojun did not feel the disdain of other Confucian and Taoist schools in him.
"You're welcome, what can I do?"
But soon, the man came back to his senses and said calmly, his voice neither close nor distant.
Chen Shaojun was not surprised when he saw this. Judging from the situation just now, he should be trying to figure out the meaning of the book. Among the capital masters, people like him are so unkind and don't like to deal with people, and the old man who doesn't like to be disturbed
Scholars don't know much about it, so they are not surprised.
"Senior, don't get me wrong. I was just passing by accidentally. I saw senior pondering over the Analects of Confucius, and I felt kindhearted, so I came here to say hello."
Chen Shaojun smiled.
"oh."
When the man heard this, he subconsciously glanced at the Analects of Confucius in his hand:
"Are you interested in this too?"
"Yes, I am indeed a little curious. The Analects in the hands of my senior seems to be a little different from what I know. If possible, can I borrow it for me to take a look at?"
Chen Shaojun said frankly.
He had been observing just now. Although he could not see much, with just a quick glance, Chen Shaojun was able to identify one or two sentences from the Analects in the hands of the man in white.
During the Great Shang Dynasty, the ordinary printed version of Confucius' Analects had already spread all over the world. Although it did not have the spiritual imprint left by the sages or the annotations of the scholars, it was just a text version, but many of the sentences in it had already spread all over the world.
Even adults and children are familiar with it and can recite one or two sentences, but the content written on the Analects of Confucius in that person's hand looks completely different.
There was silence all around. The man had a grimace mask on his face. Chen Shaojun couldn't see his expression clearly, but Chen Shaojun could feel it. His heart seemed to be slightly fluctuating.
"You are an interesting person. You and I have never met before, but we met by chance, and you dared to ask for the Analects in my hand. Is this the way Confucian disciples behave?"
The man spoke, with a hint of displeasure evident in his words.
"this……"
Chen Shaojun was speechless for a moment, but he quickly came to his senses and bowed respectfully:
"Just now, the junior has been rude. There must be my teacher among the three of us. Please give me some advice, senior."
After hearing Chen Shaojun's words, the man in white took a deep look at him, with a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes.
Acknowledging mistakes can greatly improve things. Confucianism values etiquette. Chen Shaojun knew that he was abrupt, but he had no reserve at all. He immediately apologized. However, what really caught his attention was Chen Shaojun's sentence that when three people walk together, they must have my teacher. Confucianism values etiquette and pays more attention to knowledge.
, as long as they can acquire knowledge, even Confucius and Sheng can take anyone as their teacher and learn from them.
Chen Shaojun said, "When three people are together, one of them must be my teacher", he found a perfect reason for his actions. If he refused, it would appear that he was rude.
"Interesting, take it."
The man in white smiled casually and nodded.
Bang, he flicked his wrist and threw the Analects in his hand over.
"Thank you, senior."
Chen Shaojun was overjoyed. He checked his wrist and immediately grabbed the book into his hand. The moment he took it, Chen Shaojun was startled. The pages of the Analects of Confucius were ice-cold, with a faint hint of extreme chill. It was not made of ordinary materials.
"It's ghost spider silk!"
Chen Shaojun quickly realized that he was Qijun after all. He was very familiar with various materials and could identify them at a glance. The so-called ghost spider silk was a special species in the ghost world. The silk spun out was the same as the ice silk silk that is well known in the human world.
All the same, it is an extremely precious material.
In the era of ancient scholars and saints, these materials were once made into scripture pages by the scholars to record their own academic mysteries and profound martial arts secrets. Because these two materials are extremely special and will last for thousands of years, they will never be destroyed.
Extremely precious.
The ice silkworm is okay, and it is said that it was fortunately preserved in the snowy land, but the ghost spider is said to have been extinct long ago, and no one has even seen it in the ghost clan for a long time.
"It's an ancient book from the sages!"
Chen Shaojun looked solemn, which meant that the Analects in his hand was an authentic work from ancient times and was much more precious than he imagined. The next moment, Chen Shaojun immediately opened the book and read it carefully.
Chen Shaojun opened the page, and a line of black compilation immediately came into view.
"Disciple bows his head and bows a hundred times. His master Kong Sheng never abandons his disciple. He was born unclean and an alien. Although he was born into the ghost race, he was accepted by his master, included in the door and wall, and listened to the teachings of the saint. This volume of the Analects of Confucius was written in
In the forty-seventh year, Senior Brother Yan Hui recorded it. Senior Brother Zhou and I, after the master passed away, each copied a copy and brought it back to the ghost clan's realm..."
"!!!"
Seeing these ordinary lines of words, Chen Shaojun looked shocked, and his heart suddenly stirred up waves.
This is the Analects of Ghost Saint!
Chen Shaojun raised his head and looked at the young man in white in front of him, unable to conceal the shock in his eyes.
In ancient times, Confucianism was the only one that was completely different from all other schools of thought, including Buddhism, Taoism, and Dharma. This was not just a slogan.
There is always a saying in Confucianism that some of the seventy-two disciples of Kong Sheng are not human beings at all. Although they have human names, they are actually aliens. There is also a saying that there is no problem with the seventy-two disciples, but Kong Sheng
The master had more than these seventy-two disciples, and there were several others who were also admitted by Master Kong Sheng, but their existence was deliberately erased in order to maintain the reputation of Master Kong Sheng and Confucianism.
And Ghost Saint is one of them.
Chen Shaojun also heard that in the ancient times when humans were strong, the world relationship between ghosts and humans was not as hostile as it is now. One of the ghost saints studied under the disciples of Confucius, and his talent was extremely high, and he was recognized by Confucius.
His knowledge and status are said to be no less than those of Yan Zi and others.
However, these claims were regarded as nonsense and have never been acknowledged.
But Chen Shaojun didn't expect that not only was all this true, but he also held the Analects of Confucius transcribed by the ghost sage in his hand.
"Yes, it is indeed the Ghost Saint's version of the Analects of Confucius."
At this moment, the young man in white spoke:
"The Ghost Saint is a pure ghost clan. Some people say that he has part of human blood. It was only by chance that I got his copy of the Ghost Saint's "The Analects of Confucius."
"After the death of Confucius, the Ghost Saint returned to the realm of the Ghost Clan. This was his last place of residence. Except for Confucian and Taoist people and those who were destined, outsiders could not enter at all."
"oh."
Chen Shaojun was thoughtful and glanced around, remembering the huge barrier air wall he encountered before. Although it felt a bit weird at the time, now that he thought about it, this barrier was obviously laid by the Ghost Saint.
This person was able to obtain the Ghost Saint's "The Analects of Confucius". I am afraid he is the so-called destined person. It is not surprising that he can enter here.
But just for a moment, Chen Shaojun withdrew his gaze and continued to look at the precious Analects of Ghost Saints in his hand.
Soon, Chen Shaojun was completely immersed in it.
"Lin Fang asked about the origin of etiquette, and Confucius said: 'What a great question! Rather than extravagant etiquette, it is better to be thrifty; to mourn, rather than change it, it is better to be sad.'..."
Lines of text immediately came into view. The Analects of Confucius in Ghost Sage's version was more than 80% similar to the current version, but the details were very different. In other words, the Analects copied by Ghost Sage himself was closer to the words and thoughts of Confucius.
Not only that, Gui Sheng was a disciple of Confucius. When he copied the Analects, he was respectful and focused, and invisibly integrated his own spiritual will and understanding of Confucianism and Taoism into it.
When Chen Shaojun read this Analects of Confucius, he could even clearly feel a literary spirit pouring into his body from this book of Ghost Saint Analects along his fingertips.
Chen Shaojun's literary skills originally reached the peak of the Nine Dou of Literary Qi, but then slowly stopped. The higher the level of literary cultivation, the more difficult it becomes to improve, which can also be called a bottleneck.
I don’t know how many masters in the Great Shang Dynasty stopped after reaching the ninth level of literary power. After that, even if they were very knowledgeable and read countless scriptures, they could never get to the next level.
Chen Shaojun was also faced with this dilemma originally. However, when Chen Shaojun opened the book "The Analects of Ghost Saints", his originally stagnant literary spirit began to grow in a way that was visible to the naked eye.