In Confucianism and Taoism, the most important thing is sudden enlightenment.
Once you understand it thoroughly, your practice can really soar to the sky.
But in the end, spiritual practice in this world still requires gradual progress. It is a matter of hard work accumulated over time and a long time.
How could it really be possible to be born as a white-haired boy, suddenly gain enlightenment, go through several stages of cultivation, and become a master of Confucianism and Taoism?
Without practicing at that level, who can have that level of mental understanding?
The biggest reason why Zhao Daosheng was able to break through was not that he really reached the bottleneck in his cultivation, but that Han Muye used the Dahuangting method and the Shinto initiation technique to quietly pass on his human aura and awe-inspiring aura.
This is the Dahuangting cultivation method deduced by Han Muye, and he himself is not sure whether it will be useful.
Looking at it now, the effect is pretty good.
In doing so, he has his own selfish motives.
Create gods.
When he was conferred as a god before, he had already discovered that those remnant souls who became gods had poor cultivation foundations and the power of the divine way could not withstand too much power of the heavenly way.
It's okay for these gods to rule over mortals and suppress low-level practitioners.
If you encounter a great monk, you will be completely helpless and may even be deprived of your rule over the divine realm.
True Shinto practice should be like the Great Huangting created by Huang Tingshu, where we practice together internally and externally, cultivating the soul by ourselves and cultivating the heaven and earth externally.
Just now, Han Muye used the power of his soul to control the power of heaven and earth to complete the act of creating a god.
Zhao Daosheng is not so much a master of Confucianism and Taoism as he is a great cultivator of Shintoism.
In fact, most of the power in him was infused by Han Muye, and he needed to slowly comprehend and refine it himself.
Han Muye knew about this, and so did Zhao Daosheng, who was standing where he was.
Han Muye asked him when he initiated the initiation for him.
Ask him whether he will become a scholar step by step, or whether he will become a Confucian and Taoist master in one step.
Zhao Daosheng's choice was to accept infusion and become a Confucian and Taoist master.
The golden light dissipated.
At this time, all the carriages on the highway stopped moving forward.
Those Confucian and Taoist students all stared at Zhao Daosheng, the young man who was repairing his Confucian robes with their long necks.
Beside him, the Confucian scholars who were walking with him all looked blank.
"I, Confucianism and Taoism, should be greatly promoted..."
From somewhere, there was a sound.
Daxing!
It’s really great!
The endless awe-inspiring energy soared into the sky, and the purple human atmosphere lingered.
The power of those Confucian and Taoist practitioners began to vibrate uncontrollably.
This is the feedback of the way of heaven and the resonance of the power of humanity.
Han Muye in the carriage looked up with a chuckle on his face.
"Wen Xiang, how can you thank me this time?"
Hearing Han Muye's soft whisper, Mu Wan looked at him curiously.
Han Muye shook his head and said nothing more.
Just now, he felt the changes in the power of heaven and earth.
In Tianxuan World, the power of the Great Dao suddenly increased.
Because with the help of his hand, the power of Confucianism and Taoism was successfully combined with the power of Shintoism.
Confucianism and Taoism are superimposed on Shinto, and the power of literary and ink sounds has reached a new level.
The cause and effect controlled by Shinto practice is similar to the cause and effect of Confucianism and Taoism, but it is more elusive.
The combination of these two forces may lead to a qualitative leap.
"Thank you sir, Zhao Daosheng." Confucian and Taoist master Zhao Daosheng stood by the roadside, holding the book in his hand and bowing to the slowly starting vehicle frame.
Not only Zhao Daosheng, but also those who had received Han Muye's annotation, as well as the Confucian scholars standing not far away, all bowed.
This is a sign of respect for the great monk.
I also admire the great monk who gave me the opportunity.
A great Confucian who can bestow opportunities is truly a broad-minded person.
Bai Tao held the book in his hand and giggled.
Beside him, several Confucian scholars stretched their heads to read the words in the book.
Among the lines of ink-like writing, there are many neat words in red.
"This sentence needs to be considered. I suggest that it be modified to this..."
"The source of this sentence is the bill of the great Confucian Hezheng. You must have remembered it wrong. You can go back and look at it again."
"This is a good idea. I think you have a studious character, but you need to analyze it."
…
The paper is covered with red writing.
Until later, the entire article has been revised with red letters.
It can be said that Bai Tao's writing is completely useless.
"Brother Bai, your calligraphy skills are not very high..." A young man who knew Bai Tao spoke in a low voice.
To say that the level is not high is an exaggeration.
Several people around him had strange expressions on their faces.
Do you dare to publish this article and ask a scholar to comment on it?
Bai Tao carefully folded the book and put it into his belt.
"You don't understand."
The expression on Bai Tao's face turned calm.
"Study talent varies from person to person. I, Bai Tao, only have this level, so I don't insist on it."
"Today this great scholar can comment on my entire article, which shows that although I am bad, I am not extremely bad."
"I will take this book back and frame it so that it can be passed down to future generations."
"In the future, if any of the descendants of my Bai family have great scholars, they must also remember my ancestor who studied hard."
After saying that, he straightened his clothes and strode forward, his face shining.
People around him looked at him with their mouths wide open.
Darling, have you thought about what will happen hundreds of years after your death?
All the cars, horses and people moved forward, passing through the west gate of the town, and after walking for a while, they reached the boundless river bank.
Ahead, there is water vapor, vast smoke waves, and green willows.
At this time, the water surface was sparkling, and boats were rippling, blue, red, gold and purple.
That scene, reflected against the majestic imperial city behind it, is uniquely interesting.
The city is like heaven and earth, and the river is like the mortal world that cannot be crossed.
"This is Yongding River."
Zuo Lin stopped his carriage and spoke softly.
As a native of the imperial city, he had seen the Yongding River since he was a child.
But he hasn't been here for more than ten years.
With two children to take care of, how can you have time to come here?
As for Zuo Yulong and Zuo Yuting, they came here when they were children and don’t remember them.
The scholars and students who came to the river were slowly intoxicated by the scenery.
The beauty in the world is just like this.
There seemed to be a faint singing sound coming from the river in the distance.
If you listen carefully, you can hear the faint singing mixed with the silk and bamboo, which makes people fascinated.
"I am a fox who has been practicing for thousands of years."
"A thousand years of practice, a thousand years of solitude."
…
Bai Wuhen's singing.
The magic of the soul of the Tianhu clan can suppress the impetuous mind, allowing those students to slowly calm down and sit around the river bank in groups of three or three.
There are clear waves and clear songs.
On the carriage, one by one the great scholars stepped off.
Behind, countless students bowed.
Along the way, each of these great scholars annotated at least dozens of documents.
You can get comments and comments from great Confucian scholars, which will be useful throughout your life.
How can you not bow to such an opportunity?
Su Qi Er, who has become a Jinshi, stands behind Grand Master Chen Yi.
Behind Han Muye and Mu Wan, in addition to the Zuo family brothers and sisters, there were also Zhao Daosheng and Qiu Chuqi who spontaneously stood behind him.
Two masters.
On the water ahead, small boats were rippling towards us.
There were young men and women on the boat, all of whom had red lips and white teeth and wore tailored Confucian shirts.
The sleeves of this Confucian shirt are not too wide, allowing people to tell at a glance that he is not a real Confucian scholar, but it can also facilitate movement.
These people wore uniform clothes and looked quite neat.
On the small boat, there were banners saying "Han's Trading Company Exclusively Sponsored the Jade Epiphyllum Cultural Society".
But now there are a lot of small words under the banner.
"All drinking water for the Jade Epiphyllum Cultural Club is provided by He's Well."
“Jade Epiphyllum special wine sponsors Fengge Winery.”
…
By the river, an old man in a purple robe led a few teenagers there. When he saw the boat coming, he grinned.
"Haha, Brother Chen Ru is right. The signboard of Fengge Winery should be very eye-catching for me."
"The value of these millions of spiritual stone flowers."
One million spiritual stones, just for this banner?
Although the young man beside him was confused, he did not dare to question it.
The old man held his belly and turned his head to look at the servant standing behind him.
"Go, take all the wine from the car and distribute it to various places by the river. Today, all the students along the river can drink for themselves. We, Fengge Liquor House, will provide it for free."
"Damn it, the Zhao Family Winery has robbed the wine supply on the fairy boat, so I have to take over the publicity by the river. Yes, publicity."
One by one, the servants hurriedly brought down the wine jars, distributed them around, and then spread the old man's words.
I heard that Fengge Winery provided free drinks, and there were cheers from everywhere, and there were also people praising and thanking the boss.
The old man and the young man behind him both smiled when they heard the cheers.
This is fame.
"This guy Chen Ru is really having fun."
The old man shook his head and took out a moon-white invitation in his hand.
Replicated.
In the river, the boat docked, and a young man in a green robe stepped forward to inspect the invitation.
Each small boat carries one person aboard to show respect.
If the invitation is taken out and verified to be correct, the boy will give it a delicate cloth bag.
On the outside of the bag, there is a painting of Yunjin Fairy Boat and the words "Jade Epiphyllum Cultural Society Commemorative" written on it.
On the other side, there are the words "Han's Trading Company exclusively sponsors the Jade Epiphyllum Cultural Society".
There is also a signature printed under this handwriting, Semi-Saint Lu Yuzhou.
In the cloth bag, there are not only the Four Treasures of the Study, but also the autographs of several great masters, and of course they are also replicas.
There are also many other small items.
Jade pendants, exquisite seals, oil-folded umbrellas and so on.
This bag alone is worth hundreds of spirit stones.
Seeing the people with invitations take out the contents of the bags and look through them, the Confucian scholars without invitations were filled with envy.
"Hmph, the wool comes from the sheep, three thousand spiritual stones, hum." Some were sour and turned away bitterly.
On the river bank, there is a long scroll unrolled, and those who board the boat first leave their names.
"Zhang Zidong from Yusheng Literary College, it turns out to be this person. I remember he wrote a good poem. What was it about?"
"He Jinchen, he is He Jinchen, the teacher at Baimian Library in Suyan."
Those who left their names were recognized, and various voices were heard around them.
Some people offered their hands with a chuckle, while others looked indifferent.
Three Thousand Spiritual Stone Flowers are naturally different from others.
People with invitations began to board the boat, and then a young man holding a jade-white robe on the boat stepped forward and whispered a few words.
A woman wearing Confucian men's clothing.
The girls wearing Confucian clothes had a soft voice and explained clearly the matter of changing clothes. After getting permission, they went on the boat and stretched out their white hands to gently take off the scholars' robes.
It's really difficult to have such a gentle look in your arms, a faint fragrance, and a visible shyness...
On the bank of the river, those scholars who were watching wished they could take their own lives.
The person who was still a little sore now stared at the figures kneading together and gritted his teeth in hatred.
After taking off the outer robe and folding it, the girl unfolded a set of white robes and asked the students to write their names on the collar and carefully help them put it on.
When that kind of petite woman puts on her robe behind her, with her soft body leaning on her, and her slender arms wrapping around her waist and tying her belt, many young scholars who have never been to the romantic field can no longer control themselves.
However, these girls nimbly got in front of them, squatted down gently, and got very close to finely adjust their belts, and then straightened their clothes and trouser legs.
Until they boarded the boat, many people still seemed to be in a dream.
A thin young man turned around and looked at the departing boat, with an uncontrollable halo in his eyes.
"Her name is Mengluo."
Whispering softly, the young man clenched the sachet hanging on his belt.
The woman who had dressed herself in a robe just now secretly hung the sachet she made on her waist, and said that the sachet would help her become famous at the cultural gathering.
Are there really such beautiful opportunities and such innocent encounters in the world?
"Meng Luo, if I, Wu Tianzhen, can become famous today, I will definitely live up to your love."
What is a woman's sachet if not friendship?
Compared with those students sitting on the ground by the river bank, Confucian students with invitations are naturally treated differently.
Changing clothes is nothing at all.
After entering the painting boat, a woman in colorful clothes came to guide her to a suitable place to sit down.
The boat was elegant and elegant, and many people were already sitting there, with pens and papers in front of them, and melons, fruits, water and wine on the table beside them.
When someone comes, they either stand up to greet them or nod slightly.
There are also those who keep their heads down and write vigorously while remaining silent.
This is what scholarship looks like.
Red sleeves add fragrance, and the room is full of elegance.
Looking up from the painting boat, not far away is the Yunjin Fairy Boat, which is hundreds of feet long and is as long as a city in the water.
Above the fairy boat, there is still a huge banner, and the words "Han Family Trading Company Exclusively Sponsored the Jade Epiphyllum Cultural Society" can be seen.
The melodious sound of the piano, the melodious singing, and the fairy boat are like a fairyland.
Turning around, the river bank in the distance looks like the ordinary world.
The bustling students and scholars seemed to be in another world. They would never understand what this painted boat and fairy boat looked like.
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The woman in colorful clothes came forward, prepared the pen and ink, carefully peeled the fruit, and gently presented it to her.
At this time, this place is the fairyland of mortals.
The wine was not even poured, but he was already half drunk.
…
On the edge of the river bank, a large white brocade cloth was unfolded.
One after another, delicate women in Confucian robes came forward with ink pens in their hands and asked the great Confucians to write inscriptions.
As for the descendants who followed the great Confucian to the immortal boat, they left their names on the brocade cloth on the other side.
"Look, that's the great scholar Xu Guoliang!"
Someone exclaimed, seeing an old man leaving three big characters, leading several younger people to board a three-foot wooden boat, bypassing the painted boat in front, and going straight to the fairy boat.
Those who boarded the fairy boat were led by a three-foot-long wooden boat, and several women on it greeted them.
Just like before, the women also came forward with their clothes and helped the great scholars and their entourage put them on with their own hands.
These great Confucians and their disciples were different from the Confucian scholars before them. Their concentration and vision were extraordinary. They calmly changed their clothes and went to the immortal boat.
The great scholar Chen Yi.
The great scholar Zhang Xu.
The great scholar Huang Yangwang.
…
The deck of the originally empty fairy boat gradually turned white.
The robe has big sleeves and the belt catches the wind.
In just a moment, the white brocade cloth had the name of the great Confucian written all over it.
Several young people came forward, carefully rolled up the brocade cloth, and replaced it with another one.
"Hiss, if this roll of brocade cloth is sold by the Han Family Trading Company, I would be willing to give you a million spiritual stones." On the bank of the river, a white-haired old man spoke softly.
His words made the Confucian scholars around him brighten up.
But thinking about it, I shook my head again.
With the names of dozens of great scholars, this brocade family will probably keep it as a treasure.
Han Muye turned to look at Mu Wan, walked forward with a smile, and picked up the ink pen.
Behind him, Qiu Chuqi and Zhao Daosheng looked at Han Muye curiously.
They were guided by Han Muye to break through, but they still didn't know Han Muye's identity.
When the pen fell, the word Makino appeared.
"Grand Master Makino!"
Qiu Chuqi's eyes widened with surprise on his face.
Zhao Daosheng looked as if this was indeed the case.
On the way just now, he was thinking, what kind of Confucian and Taoist master can he have the ability to directly become a Confucian and Taoist master?
After much thought, I felt that the mysterious Grand Master Makino was the most likely.
In one word, he can become a god. This kind of person actually guides him personally.
How lucky you are?
"This is Grand Master Makino? So young?" someone not far away exclaimed.
"If a great monk breaks through early, his appearance will look younger. Besides, when you reach the master realm, you still have the opportunity to rejuvenate your youth. Have you not seen what Grandmaster Zhao Daosheng looks like now?"
Some people shook their heads and spoke with emotion.
Han Muye left his name and surname and stepped onto the wooden boat side by side with Mu Wan.
The Zuo brother and sister looked excited and stepped onto the canoe.
This is the wooden boat to board the Yunjin Fairy Boat.
Given their background, they may never have such an opportunity in their lifetime.
Zhao Daosheng and Qiu Chuqi looked at each other and raised their hands at the same time: "Brother, please—"
After saying that, the two looked at each other, smiled, and stepped onto the canoe.
After getting on the canoe, Qiu Chuqi turned around: "Murong Tui, why are you still standing there? Get on the boat!"
Murong Tui, who was standing on the bank of the river, was stunned for a moment, then walked over quickly with surprise on his face.
When he reached the bow of the ship, he paused, turned his head, and thrust a replica invitation into the hands of a young man wearing a coarse cloth robe with a few dull patches on the skirt.
"My name is Murong Tui. I don't have any use for this invitation, so I'm sending it to you."
After saying that, he stepped onto the bow of the boat.
The boat left the shore and sailed towards the fairy boat.
Until Murong Tui, who had put on a white Confucian robe, came out of the cabin, shouts came from the shore.
"Brother Murong, I will never forget your kindness to Liu Yong, a student from Xia Yongzhou!"
Liu Yong burst into tears on the bank of the river.
No one laughed at him.
On the river bank, everyone watched with envy as Liu Yong was helped onto a wooden boat by a woman in green Confucian robes, and then put on a jade-white Confucian robe.
There really is such a lucky person in this world!
"In Lin Sutong, Xiaguannan Academy, there happens to be a place for a fellow student. Which literary friends are willing to come?"
Not far away, someone raised his invitation and shouted loudly.
Then, the river bank was boiling.
From time to time in other places, people would say they were willing to take people to paint a boat.
As a result, the middle-aged people who were hanging out on the river bank, holding dozens of invitations in their hands, turned pale.
They originally bought the invitations and planned to resell them to make a fortune.
Looking at today's situation, an invitation worth 100,000 spirit stones would definitely not be a problem.
But at this time, those who had the invitations were shouting that they could bring people for free. If they dared to shout for a high price, they would be thrown directly into the Yongding River to feed the fish by the angry Confucian scholars.
"Your name is Murong Tui?"
On the wooden boat, Han Muye looked at the fat man winking at the woman next to him and spoke softly.
Murong Tui was shocked, turned around, bowed and saluted: "Murong Tui pays homage to the Grand Master."
Han Muye nodded, and Mu Wan and Mu Wan went to the side of the ship to look at the scenery.
Qiu Chuqi, who was beside Murong Tui, glared at him with hatred and said in a low voice: "You are an ineffective thing. I don't know how to behave in such a situation."
"The immortal boat is full of Confucian and Taoist people. They are all upright and moral. Are you not afraid of being reprimanded by your seniors for being so wild?"
Murong Tui nodded with a grimace, while the woman beside her pursed her lips and smiled, then stepped back.
"Haha, brother, why are you here so late?"
"Brother, I've been on the fairy boat for several days. Anyway, it was the Han Family Trading Company that produced the spirit stone."
Looking up, through the porthole on the second floor of Xianzhou, an old man with disheveled hair and disheveled clothes poked his head in, and there were two or three women with exposed fair skin beside him.
Act with integrity, and the most important thing is virtue.
Lu Yuzhou.
Murong Tui quietly took a few steps back and leaned closer to the woman.
Han Muye smiled and shook his head, his eyes falling on the third floor of the fairy boat.
There, a porthole was open, and a woman was standing there.
When I was in Jinchuan, I had been in this room with the woman standing there, reading a book all night.
Their eyes met, and the woman opened her red lips lightly without making a sound. Han Muye could also distinguish the words.
"Grandmaster Han Mu, long time no see."
"Senior brother, Princess Yunjin is so beautiful..." Mu Wan's voice sounded next to Han Muye.