250, The Enlightened Master in One Word (1/2 Five Thousand Chapters)
People hope that infusing the eight treasures with warmth and nourishment can actually enhance the spirituality of the treasures!
Feeling the feedback from the folding fan in his hand, Han Muye smiled even more.
Is it an unexpected surprise?
After all, he only got this popularity by writing half of his poems.
Some people think that the folding fan can be used as a bridge, and he can use the awe-inspiring energy to perform various spells.
Motivated by awe-inspiring energy and revealed through the power of people's expectations, Taoism has become Confucianism and Taoism magical power.
This folding fan now looks like a real cultural treasure, displaying the power of Confucianism and Taoism.
interesting.
I don’t know if the power of popularity can always be superimposed.
If it was so good, wouldn't it be possible to make cultural treasures easily?
"Young Master's popularity must have been inspired by the spread of Banque's poems and essays to Xiyuan County."
Seeing Han Muye put away his power of being popular, Kong Chaode spoke.
Speaking of this, he shook his head and said with envy: "I thought I would give advice to the county magistrate in Heze County, and I would work hard for the people, just to raise a little bit of popularity."
He raised his palm, and there was a faint purple halo in it.
Compared with Han Muye's deep purple light, this halo was like a firefly competing with the bright moon.
"It's hard to become a sergeant if you have a great Confucian who has been looking forward to you for a hundred years."
"White-headed children are everywhere in Zhongzhou."
"There is really no comparison between people..."
Looking at Han Muye, Kong Chaode looked forward to it: "I wonder how much popularity this poem will increase if it spreads to Jinchuan."
"If it can be spread throughout the counties in Zhongzhou and gather people's attention, within a hundred years, it may help you become a master of Confucianism and Taoism."
In Kong Chaode's view, the position of a master of Confucianism and Taoism was already out of reach, but it was an existence that could control a county.
But Han Muye thinks it will take hundreds of years to spread?
So long?
He frowned and said, "Why does it take so long? Can't you write more poems?"
After hearing his words, Kong Chaode was stunned for a moment, then shook his head with a wry smile: "Sir, can you do these kinds of poems if you want to?"
Han Muye said nothing.
Wouldn't it be difficult to copy a few more poems like this?
As the flying boat moved forward, Han Muye could see faint purple light flashing from time to time.
Kong Chaode felt sad when he saw this.
Fortunately, when he was going to Jinchuan City, Han Muye didn't want to be too ostentatious. He followed Kong Chaode's advice and concealed his aura of respectability.
Even so, he still showed a bit more magnanimity.
Even if the flying boat travels extremely fast, 50,000 miles a day, it would still take five days to get from Xiyuan County to Jinchuan City.
At sunset, the flying boat landed in a village where a spiritual light was rising.
As soon as the flying boat landed, many people were already surrounding it.
"It turns out to be an official ship from Xiyuan County. Come on, my lords, please come to the village to rest." Under the flying boat, the leader was an old man wearing linen robes.
The old man called himself Qi Rang. He was the village leader of Qijia Village and the postmaster of the post station here.
This line is the only route to Jinchuan City, and there are often flying boats to rest.
There are inns between counties and counties in Zhongzhou, which are used to repair and settle the ships for official business or for merchants.
Qi Rang led Han Muye and the others to the inn and packed up the room.
Although it is a mountain village and relatively simple, it is clean and tidy.
Not only did it have a wing, Qi Rang also asked the villagers behind him to present various specialties.
The person in charge of controlling the flying boat was a small official from Xiyuan County. He picked up the special product with ease and took out a few spiritual stones and handed them to Qi Rang.
Qi Rang and the villagers behind him left happily.
According to the little official, there is no salary at this inn, so the villagers rely on the villagers to donate special products in exchange for spiritual stone rewards.
It’s never easy to stop empty-handed along the way.
After hearing his words, Mu Jin had no expression on her face, while Kong Chaode smiled and stretched out his hand to take out a few middle-grade spiritual stones and gave them to the young official.
The big demon is still a big demon, but in terms of human nature and sophistication, there are many differences.
Han Muye walked into the side room and saw that there were only wooden couches and small eucalyptus in it, and a large inscription "JING" was hung on the wall in front of it.
This word is vigorous and powerful, and it is an excellent list of books.
Walking to the inscription, Han Muye's eyes fell on the inscription below.
"White Deer Mountain Old Man?"
A faint aura flashed in his eyes, combined with a golden aura of awe.
The power of the Red Dust Curse surged and hit the word Jing.
A picture flashed in Han Muye's mind.
An old man whose pen and paper are dripping with ink.
Merchants coming and going to watch.
The student meditated in front of this text.
There are also practitioners who stand in front of this word for one night.
A quiet word reveals all kinds of things in the world.
The world is noisy, how easy is it to be quiet?
"Good cultivation." Han Muye whispered, and the aura disappeared from his eyes.
The person who wrote this word has profound Confucianism and Taoism.
I just wonder why such a profound Confucian and Taoist practitioner would live in seclusion in this small mountain village?
Since he is living in seclusion, why do he reveal these words to others?
This word can already be called a cultural treasure, infusing it with awe-inspiring energy and making people feel as calm as water.
Han Muye did not rest in the wing room. When he walked out of the door, Kong Chaode poked his head out at the door.
"Sir, there are good things in this inn." He smiled and pointed to a landscape painting hanging on the wall of the wing where he lived.
Han Muye smiled and said, "You guys fix it first, I'll go take a look."
With that said, he walked towards the village.
Lin Shen carried a big sword on his back and quietly guarded behind him.
The mountain village is quiet and lit with lights.
Walking along the mountain path, you will occasionally hear chickens and dogs.
It is really rare for Han Muye to find such a secluded village.
Walking on the mountain trail, I suddenly felt at peace.
"If the country is in ruins, what will happen to its ruler and general?"
"If you want to talk to your uncle, I will ask you to do it; if you don't want to talk to me, please get rid of me. You will not win the hearts of the people."
Ahead, the sound of reading came from the thatched cottage, and the voice was old.
The sound of reading hits the ears, making people feel as if they are standing in the dark night and the wilderness is desolate.
This is the power of literary spirit to taint the soul.
The one who studies is a great Confucian?
If you can infiltrate people's hearts with your words, are you a Jinshi or a Master?
Han Muye raised his eyes and saw that the window of the thatched cottage was open. A white-haired old man, wearing a linen robe, was sitting at the desk. In front of him were five or six children on several old wooden tables.
Isn't it the Bailu Shanweng who left the message?
As if sensing that Han Muye was at the door, the old man stopped reading and turned to look out the window.
"Haha, I'm destined to be a night traveler from far away, so why don't you come and sit in my thatched cottage?"
The old man put down the book in his hand and spoke with a smile.
Han Muye nodded and walked into the thatched cottage.
Lin Shen quickly followed behind him.
Entering the thatched cottage, I saw that the walls were empty except for a few paintings and calligraphy hanging on the walls.
The calligraphy in the book is bold and vigorous, and the paintings are green pines and cold plums, green bamboos, and orchids.
"We have guests today, so go back first and remember to read carefully and diligently." The old man waved his hand in front of the desk.
The children sitting in front of the small wooden tables hurriedly packed up their books, bowed and saluted, and then dispersed.
Han Muye cast his eyes on the four walls and looked at them carefully.
"Young Master, it seems that you have a lot of knowledge about calligraphy and painting?" Seeing Han Muye carefully looking at the paintings and calligraphy around him, the old man chuckled and said.
Han Muye shook his head and said, "It's not really research, I only know a thing or two."
His eyes fell on the wild cursive calligraphy: "The writing has always been the voice of the heart, and the word 'Zhi Shui' really caught my eyes and my heart, and the writing penetrated my bones."
"The old man's walking is like still water, his heart is like rock, and his words are like strong grass. He is the master of this way."
Hearing Han Muye's words, the old man laughed, pointed to the other scrolls and said, "How about you take a look at this painting?"
Han Muye looked at the four scrolls, and a faint aura of awe rose in his eyes.
The moment his awe-inspiring energy filled his eyes, the figure of the sitting old man was shaken and he narrowed his eyes.
In Han Muye's eyes filled with awe-inspiring aura, the originally ordinary four paintings became illusory.
"The pine has the unyielding strength that cannot be crushed by the strong wind, the bamboo has the tenacity to break through the rocks and take root, the plum blossoms are proud of the cold and their fragrance is breathed out, and the orchids are fragrant and elegant, eclectic."
"Mr. Dongfang's character is admired by younger generations."
Oriental book.
The signature on the scroll is written in Dongfang script.
Bailu Shanweng Dongfang Shu.
"Okay." The old man looked at Han Muye with a bright look, and then said, "I wonder what else the young master can see?"
Is this the exam itself?
Han Muye smiled and nodded, then looked at the calligraphy and painting, and said calmly: "The words have stopped, but there is a surge in my heart. In this thatched cottage, sir, I have lost my talent."
The old man's expression remained unchanged and he looked at Han Muye.
Han Muye looked at the four paintings and said in a gentle tone: "Although the pine trees are strong, I don't know where the wind comes from. I have a grudge in my heart, sir."
"Although the bamboo is strong, the leaves are scrawled, and the gentleman feels angry."
"The plum blossoms are like fire, and the heavy snow cannot hide them. This shows how proud you are."
"Lan, I used the wrong pen."
"One stroke for a mountain, two strokes for a river, three strokes for a phoenix eye. Sir, you deliberately do not break the phoenix eye. Is it because you are waiting for someone with eyes, or is it because everyone in the world has empty eyes?"
Han Muye turned his head and looked across at the old man.
The light in the old man's eyes shrank, and it was as deep as an ancient well. At a glance, it seemed as if one was about to drown in it.
But Han Mu was so immobile that he refused to give in even an inch.
"Okay," Dongfang Shu stood up, straightened his clothes, and cupped his hands and said, "In the past thirty years, there are countless people who have visited my thatched cottage. You are the first young man to have such vision and magnanimity."
"The Eastern Book of Bailu Mountain is polite."
Han Muye also raised his hand and said, "Han Muye has met Mr. Dongfang."
Dongfang Shu smiled and asked Han Muye to sit down, then lifted the teacup on the bookcase and poured tea into three teacups: "The rough tea from the mountains and fields may not be edible."
Han Muye picked up the half-filled tea cup, took a sip, and then said with a smile: "I really don't understand this tea."
As he spoke, he put the tea into his mouth.
Lin Shen behind him also picked up the tea cup and drank it in one gulp.
"Well, it's a bit bitter, but it's acceptable." Han Muye put the book back in the cup and said with a smile.
"Haha, tea tasting, as long as it's not too bitter, it's acceptable, isn't it?" Dongfang laughed, picked up the tea cup in front of him, and drank it all in one gulp.
"Those who make a fuss about this are all hypocritical."
Han Muye smiled and said nothing.
Playing music, chess, calligraphy, painting, music, poetry, singing, wine and tea, there are many people who can understand the Tao. To say it is all pretentious is too much.
Seeing that Han Muye was silent, Dongfang Shu chuckled and said, "Master Han, are you traveling around the world to expand your knowledge?"
Han Muye nodded and said, "I'll also do some small business by the way."
Hearing Han Muye talk about doing business, Dongfang Shu frowned at first, and then his eyes glowed: "It's rare."
"If you want to be transcendent, you must first live in the secular world. If you are at your age and can serve as a businessman without making false academic articles, you must have real talent and practical learning."
As he spoke, he spread his hands and said, "Tell me what kind of business you do. I also have a few secular friends in Jinchuan City. I'd like to see if I can help you."
Han Muye raised his hand and took out a long sword and a jade bottle.
Seeing the long sword and the jade bottle, Dongfang Shu's eyes shone even brighter: "Practice the way of cultivating the inner and outer without externalities. With one sword and one elixir, you have mastered both internal and external cultivation. This business is not small."
He stretched out his hand to hold the long sword, and there was a strange color on the oriental book. He looked at Han Muye and held the jade bottle again.
At this moment, the expression on his face turned solemn: "Little friend Han, your business is the best in the world."
The best elixir, a semi-spiritual long sword.
How can such a treasure not be sold?
After pondering for a while, Dongfang Shu reached out and took out a piece of paper, wrote some words with a pen, and then handed it to Han Muye and said: "Fujin Trading Company in Jinchuan City, if you go, you can use this piece of paper to meet its chief shopkeeper."
Han Muye smiled and reached out to take it and put it in his arms.
Dongfang Shu was very talkative, and when Han Muye asked him about the literary world in Zhongzhou, he could answer his questions without hesitation.
Literary ministers suppressed the literary world in Zhongzhou, and the world's literary spirit returned to the Imperial City Academy.
Nine out of ten of the great Confucian and Taoist masters in the world are in the Imperial City Academy.
As for the good articles produced elsewhere and those who can write good poems, there are many young people who are really concentrating on their studies. To use Oriental books, today's young people are all drifting away.
Dongfang Shu did not hide his identity.
He was originally a great Confucian and Taoist cultivator. He studied hard for a period of time. He was well-liked and had become a Jinshi scholar.
He served as a county magistrate in other counties and as a teacher in an academy. Thirty years ago, he went to the Imperial City Academy to compete for a teaching position.
The result was, of course, a loss.
"Confucianism and Taoism are the Confucianism and Taoism of all people in the world. Why can't there be teaching without distinction?"
"What kind of character and talent? What Imperial City Academy wants is for the people of the world to return to their hearts. It is not passing on Confucianism and Taoism properly at all."
"Off."
There is no wine in the tea, but Dongfang Shu's face turns red and his ears turn red. When he talks about something irritating, his voice is high-pitched, and he beats his eucalyptus and drinks in anger.
"So, sir, you came to Bailu Mountain to study?" Han Muye said softly, his expression unchanged.
"Originally, I was planning to go to Western Xinjiang to spread Confucianism and Taoism. I heard that the inheritance of Confucianism and Taoism in Western Xinjiang was cut off, but it was difficult to cross the Western Xinjiang." Dongfang Shu shook his head and said with regret.
"I can only build a house on Bailu Mountain and teach the children in the mountains."
Han Muye nodded and said, "Is there any gain?"
Dongfang laughed: "There are two more carpenters in the south of the village, and a few young people in the west of the village went to the county to work as clerks."
"The boy from the village chief's family has become a yamen servant. If Qi Xiaoshan from the north end of the village had not died in battle, he would have been a corps commander."
"There are some girls who can read and spin and weave."
There were a few wry smiles in Dongfang Shu's words, which made him feel a little lonely.
A generation of great scholars can only teach ordinary people in mountain villages. After thirty years of achievement, they have nothing to show for it.
"So, sir, you hang your calligraphy and painting in the inn?" Han Muye said with a smile.
Dongfang Shu nodded generously and said: "I have been studying poetry and books for a long time, but I can't be buried like this."
"Sir, do you want to show off your talents and compete with the Imperial City Academy?" Han Muye looked at Dongfang Shu.
"I don't want to compete with the Imperial City Academy. I just want to teach a few talented people so that I don't lose my reputation as an Oriental scholar." Having said this, the Oriental scholar's catalog became even brighter.
He looked at Han Muye and said softly: "Little friend Han, are you interested in staying in my Bailu Mountain thatched cottage for a few days?"
How many days will you stay, and then you will be called a disciple?
Han Muye laughed, shook his head, and stood up: "Mr. Dongfang, in my opinion, what Mr. Dongfang has done is more worthy of admiration than the teaching at the Imperial City Academy."
"Those brilliant and talented Imperial City Academy disciples do not lack a teacher from the East, but the children in the mountains and fields lack a Mr. Dongfang."
"As Mr. Wang said, Confucianism and Taoism are the Confucianism and Taoism of all people in the world."
"Sir, you have realized the truth, but you are still living in it."
After saying that, Han Muye picked up the remaining tea in front of him, drank it all in one gulp, and then said with a smile: "This tea is really bitter."
Han Muye walked out of the thatched cottage and looked up at the clouds in the sky, covering the stars and moon.
"I finally realized it."
He laughed and strode along the mountain road to the inn.
Just as I walked out of the village, I heard a roar from the forest behind me.
A soaring aura of awe broke away the clouds in the sky and competed with the stars and the moon for glory.
"There is no distinction between teaching and learning. The way of a teacher is to understand the truth."
The sound was like thunder, and the mountains and rivers shook.
Hundreds of miles in radius, streams of light shine and gather together.
This is the enlightenment of Confucianism and Taoism.
One day you become enlightened, and heaven and earth take care of you.
The roaring and roaring sound lasted all night.
Countless practitioners heard the sound and came, standing dozens of miles away and not daring to come near.
When a great Confucian realizes the Tao, you can learn from it, but if you get too close, you will easily be hurt by the manifested Tao.
Da Dao is whispering to others, but you have to listen. A slap in the face is not unjust, right?
The sky was bright, the roaring stopped, and Dongfang Shu walked out of the thatched cottage.
"Mr. Dongfang, you, what are you?" Outside the thatched cottage, the village chief Qi Rang and others looked at Dongfang Shu in surprise.
At this time, Dongfang Shu had green-black hair and a black beard. He looked only in his fifties, completely different from his old appearance before.
Dongfang Shu looked at Qi Rang, and the unspeakable meaning in his eyes made Qi Rang stunned.
"Where are Mr. Han Mu and the others?" Dongfang Shu looked away and asked.
Qi Rang trembled slightly and bowed hurriedly: "Replying to Sir, the official flying boat from Xiyuan County has left this morning."
left?
Dongfang Shu frowned.
That Mr. Han Mu woke himself up last night and allowed himself to achieve great enlightenment.
Such a great favor, just leave like this?
"Sir, the young master left a letter and asked me to deliver it to you." Qi Rang said as he handed over a letter.
There is no writing on the envelope.
Dongfang Shu took out the folded letter paper and unfolded it.
"boom"
The endless purple power of hope gushed out from Dongfang Shu's body, and the golden aura of awe turned into flowing clouds that filled the sky and dispersed around.
"Grandmaster!"
"The great Confucian and Taoist who has realized Taoism here is the master!"
"Besides the imperial city, there is a Confucian and Taoist master stationed there. Who is this great Confucian?"
Tens of miles away, countless exclamations arose.
With such great popularity and surging aura, who is he if he is not a master?
It's just that they couldn't see Dongfang Shu, who had reached the master level. At this time, their whole bodies were trembling. The thin page of the letter weighed tens of millions in their hands.
He was breathing rapidly and staring, all the cultivation of a Confucian and Taoist master was gone.
His face was full of arrogance, and he gently unfolded the page, and the beautiful and vigorous handwriting appeared on it.
"Han Mu wants to build a Bailu Academy in Bailu Mountain. If you wish, sir, please stay in the academy."
"Han Mu has a message for everyone who enters Bailu Academy."
"We Confucians should establish our minds for the heaven and the earth, establish our destiny for the livelihood of the people, carry forward the unique knowledge of the saints, and create peace for all generations."
After staring at this thin page for a long time, Dongfang Shu looked up to the sky and smiled.
"With this statement, I fully express my true meaning of Confucianism."
"It's worth it for me to die in Bailu Mountain."
"Okay, okay, after today, I, Dongfang Shu, will be here at Bailu Mountain Academy, waiting for your return."
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On the flying boat, Han Muye was enveloped in a purple stream of light.
This is a sign that people's popularity is rising too rapidly.
Looking at this scene, Kong Chaode shook his head, turned his face away, and then said softly: "Sir, it's better not to stop our flying boat along the way. Let's go directly to Jinchuan City."
"You are so ambitious that you can't hide it. If you get off the boat halfway, you will attract all the people to come and worship you."
Hearing his words, Han Muye smiled bitterly and nodded.
He never imagined that leaving just one letter could inspire such a strong and surging spirit of popularity.