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Chapter 1177 Wang Tianwen's Epiphany

After a cup of tea, they appeared in Huguan City. On the street, there was a large group of Confucian scholars wearing uniform red Confucian shirts. They walked together in groups. Most of them were immortal cultivators. Sandalwood, walking up and down the street, looked respectful, and the leader was the monk who formed the alchemy, and their expressions were dignified.

"Tianwen, what's the situation?"

Wang Qingshan asked curiously, if he guessed correctly, it should be some kind of sacrificial activity.

"Qi Bogong, today is the birthday of Confucius. Everyone from the emperor to ordinary people must pay homage to Confucius. This is a very important festival in the Dayan Dynasty."

"Sage Kong's birthday? Interesting, let's find a place to stay first!"

They found an inn and stayed.

Wang Tianwen put on a red Confucian shirt and held a bunch of lit sandalwood in his hand.

"Qi Bogong, today is Confucius' birthday, I have to attend, I'm afraid I won't be able to accompany you."

Wang Tianwen was apologetic.

Wang Qingshan waved his hand and said with a smile: "It's okay, you are busy with your work, it is not too late for us to leave after you finish your work, there is no rush for a few days."

Wang Tianwen walked out of the inn with a bunch of lit sandalwood in his hand, followed by several Confucian scholars in red Confucian shirts.

"Only I, Confucius, have the virtues of the heavens and the earth, the virtues are brighter than the sun and the moon, and I am a teacher of hundreds of kings, surpassing the saints, I can respect his virtues, and teach everyone to correct their lives..."

Wang Tianwen recited the sacrificial oration while walking on the street, and the Confucian scholars behind him recited the sacrificial oration.

The air is filled with thick sandalwood, and waves of neat chanting can be heard.

"Uncle Qi, Confucianism and Taoism in the world of cultivating immortals in the Central Plains are quite interesting."

Wang Qiuming looked at the red-clothed Confucian scholars passing by on the street, and said with a smile.

"Let's take a closer look, as an eye-opener, maybe there is something we can learn from."

Wang Qingshan and Wang Qiuming followed Wang Tianwen's team, and Confucian students in red continued to join Wang Tianwen's team, and everyone was chanting sacrificial rites, mainly praising Confucius.

The team walked around the street randomly, without any rules, and the number of people continued to expand. After a cup of tea, dozens of teams gathered in a square with a size of more than one hundred acres. , they were wearing uniform red Confucian shirts, and they looked very spectacular.

In the center of the square stands a [-]-foot-tall statue of Confucius, holding an ancient scroll in his right hand, looking into the distance with benevolent brows, as if he was giving a lecture.

Beside Kong Shengren, there are three round high platforms, two men and one woman, three Nascent Soul cultivators are sitting on the three circular high platforms, they are all wearing red Confucian shirts, with dignified expressions.

Not far away was a red altar table about ten feet long, on which were placed some spiritual fruits, and next to it was a huge red incense burner with a lot of sandalwood inserted in it, among which were three ten-foot-long golden sandalwood sticks, emitting A burst of strange fragrance, Wang Qingshan smelled a little bit, only felt his spirit was shaken, refreshed.

"Third-order spiritual fragrance!"

Wang Qingshan was a little surprised. The Nascent Soul cultivator had come forward, so it must be more than just offering sacrifices.

Thousands of Confucian scholars stood around the statue of Confucius. They stood neatly, everyone looked pious. Judging from their speech and behavior, it was not the first time for them to participate in the birthday of Confucius, and they were relatively proficient.

The three Nascent Soul cultivators stood up and bowed to the statue of Confucius. A middle-aged man with a majestic face said:

"In the 700th year of the Xuande Dynasty of the Great Yan Dynasty, the 340th anniversary of the birth of Confucius, the first teacher, is honored. I would like to use fragrant flowers, wine and fruits, dance and music, and respect the master and the spirit of the sages. Where did the world come from? Where are the human beings? Life? And real creatures, the same will not continue..."

After reciting the sacrificial oration, the three Nascent Soul monks led all the Confucian scholars to pay homage to Confucius, and everyone looked very devout.

After paying homage to the Confucian saint, the middle-aged man's eyes slowly passed over the many Confucian scholars, and said in a deep voice: "The Confucian saint said: There is no distinction between teaching and learning. As the disciples of the Confucian saint, we should carry forward this fine tradition. The old man is good at painting. Landscape painting, let me tell you about painting."

When a middle-aged man talks about painting, it is painting on the surface, but it actually contains Taoism. How much he can understand depends on the individual.

The three Nascent Soul monks talked about different contents, such as painting, dealing with people, refining tools, etc.

Wang Qingshan nodded secretly. The Wang family can learn from it by holding large-scale festivals on a regular basis to enhance the sense of belonging and cohesion among the tribe, and senior monks come forward to preach.

The sermon lasted for a day. After the three Nascent Soul cultivators finished their sermons, it was time for the defense session. Nascent Soul cultivators would answer some of the monks' questions about cultivation or how to behave in the world.

After nightfall, the sky darkened, the square was brightly lit, and the sermon was over, but many Confucian scholars stayed in the square. They listened to the monk Nascent Soul's sermon, and they occasionally felt enlightened, so they stayed in the square to comprehend.

A huge cyan light curtain covers the north of the square, and every Confucian student is protected by a formation to avoid outside interference.

Wang Tianwen sat cross-legged on the ground with his eyes slightly closed. He listened to the sermons of the three Nascent Soul cultivators, and he had occasional insights, and he was comprehending them with his heart.

The matter of comprehension is mysterious and mysterious, ranging from a few hours to decades. There was once a Confucian scholar in the alchemy stage who listened to monk Yuan Ying's preaching. He occasionally had insights and did not take any spiritual things. After sitting quietly for 50 years, he comprehended Taoism Truth, entered the Nascent Soul stage, this incident was once passed down as a good story,
Wang Qingshan and Wang Qiuming stayed near the square, they still had plenty of time, so they didn't worry about wasting time.

A month passed, and people got up and left one after another. Some monks advanced from the third floor to the fifth floor, and some monks stood still. There were seven alchemy monks sitting in the square. when to wake up.

Wang Qingshan fell into an epiphany for several months at the beginning, and he was not sure when Wang Tianwen would wake up, so he stayed nearby temporarily.

Wang Tianwen's eyes were slightly closed, and he felt that he appeared in a gray space. There was a blue wooden table in the space, and there were pens, ink, paper and inkstone on the wooden table.

He stood beside the blue wooden table, with a look of nostalgia on his face, as if he was thinking about something.

After an unknown amount of time, Wang Tianwen suddenly picked up his pen and dropped it, and a lotus flower appeared on the drawing paper, and the lotus flower was in bud.

With a flash of spiritual light in his right hand, he scratched towards the void of the drawing paper, and a lotus flower sparkling with spiritual light suddenly appeared in his hand, and the glow was erratic.

"I understand. When I first learn painting, painting mountains is mountains, and water is water. The second level is that mountains are not mountains, and water is not water. The highest state is that mountains are still mountains, and water is still water."

He only felt that the gray space suddenly shattered, and he returned to reality.

"Three layers of alchemy!"

Wang Tianwen's face showed joy, and he could clearly feel that his aura was much stronger.

He was on the second level of alchemy before, and monk Nascent Soul preached, which saved him several years of hard work and advanced to the third level of alchemy.

He stood up and bowed to the statue of the sage, "Thank you, sage Kong."

(End of this chapter)