Beginning to become a saint from the path of time and fruit

You don't need to buy mountain money to live in seclusion, you can sit alone in the deep bamboo forest hidden in the blue sky.

As a treasure land for cultivating the mind in the Wenyuan Academy, the Heart-Questioning Forest is quite famous in Lin'an Prefecture. The heart-questioning forest in front of the Wenqu Monument has attracted many spiritual practitioners to yearn for it.

But most of the time, the heart-questioning forest is kept secret. Only the Confucian scholars who have performed well in every major examination of the Wenyuan Academy and have left their names on the Wenqu list are qualified to step into the heart-questioning forest and cleanse their minds.

It is rumored that the bamboo forest in the heart-questioning forest has existed since the founding of the Wenyuan Academy ten thousand years ago. There are sages in the Wenyuan Academy who discuss the Tao here, which subtly influences every bamboo leaf in the bamboo forest.

Therefore, when the heart-questioning forest was used by the Wenyuan Academy as a standard for testing the cultivation of practitioners in this spring examination, even the officials of the Ministry of Rites were shocked.

When they learned that this decision was made by the three masters of the Wenyuan Academy at the same time, they were even more puzzled. Could it be that the three masters really favored the Confucian scholars on the Wenqu list?

Most of the Confucian scholars on the Wenqu list have walked through the Wenxin Forest and have had experience. They will have a clearer and more specific plan for the walking route in the Wenxin Forest.

But even if the masters are biased, they dare not say it.

For a while, the officials of the Ministry of Rites had complicated expressions and could only watch silently from the outside of the Wenxin Forest.

To their surprise, the first person to enter the forest was not the many Confucian scholars on the Wenqu list, but a handsome young man in white clothes with a straight back.

"This must be Mr. An... His ink bamboo shocked Lin'an. I never thought that today I would come to the Youhuang Wenxin Forest to walk. I wonder if it can have a new impact on his ink bamboo painting concept."

An official from the Ministry of Rites recognized An Le and couldn't help but speak.

An Le's ink bamboo is quite famous, but he really became famous and well-known because of the beating of Wang Qinhe on the West Lake on a rainy night.

Second Master Pang Ji stroked his beard and squinted his eyes, with a little curiosity and expectation, as if he expected this young man to bring him some surprises.

On the other side, the many Confucian scholars on the Wenqu list who were dumbfounded also came to their senses, and their faces were not very good.

The breeze blew, and the bamboo sea was surging.

A scholar on the Wenqu list felt that the limelight had been completely stolen, and couldn't help but speak with some bitterness: "This Mr. An is really... reckless. The bamboo branches in the Questioning Heart Forest are dim. If you are not careful, your mind will be lost in it. If you don't figure out the way to go in the forest, you will not go far if you plunge into it." "When entering the Questioning Heart Forest, first observe the pattern of the bamboo paths in the forest with your mind outside the forest, and find a path from the surging bamboo sea that has the footsteps of the predecessors and leads to the Wenqu Monument. The mind observation before entering the forest is equivalent to playing a game of chess with the ancient sages in the forest." "Mr. An was born a juren after all, how come he can't even see this?" Maybe someone started it, and the scholars on the Wenqu list spoke one after another. The sour taste in their words made Han Shi, who was carrying a knife on the side, really pinch his nose and couldn't stand it. "Why are you so sour? Maybe Mr. An can reach the Wenqu Monument without any obstacles. It's your rules and common sense to observe before entering the forest. Why force it on Mr. An?" Han Shi said bluntly. He was a hot-tempered person and he hated these sour Confucian scholars the most. Although An Le was also a scholar, he was not a scholar from the Academy of Literature. He had once attracted the martial arts champion Shi Sheng to fight back, and he also defeated Wang Qinhe on the West Lake with the Little Saint Order. Such a scholar with strength, combat power and courage is the object of respect for Han Shi. Just like General Li Youan! Han Shi became more and more angry as he spoke. Facing the glaring eyes of those Confucian scholars on the Wenqu list, he glared back angrily, like an angry lion. So he ignored these people, carried a big knife on his back, and followed An Le angrily, and plunged into the heart-searching forest. In less than five breaths. Han Shi came out again angrily, looking at the group of people staring at him outside, slapped his head, and glared back at the many Confucian scholars.

"Who the hell pulled me out?!"

Vulgar and vulgar!

He is indeed a scumbag from the group of rude warriors in the Wu Temple!

Many Confucian scholars on the Wenqu list sneered.

The second master chuckled and said, "Calm down and enter the forest calmly, otherwise you will walk out quickly. Don't let everyone get closer to the Wenqu Monument, while you get farther and farther away."

Facing the second master, Han Shi still respected him, clasped his fists and bowed, and the hot air spurted out of his nose. He suppressed his annoyance, started to mutter in his mouth, and closed his eyes to calm down.

The Confucian scholars on the Wenqu list sneered, and then continued to study the route of the Heart-seeking Forest, waiting to see Anle's good show.

It would be interesting if the famous An family in Lin'an made a fool of themselves in the Heart-seeking Forest.

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The Wenyuan Forest of Questioning the Heart was opened, and a faint clear air rushed into the sky. Many powerful spiritual practitioners were moved and felt something.

There was a thatched cottage at the end of the path.

In the cottage, two old men sat opposite each other and played chess. The black and white chess pieces seemed to contain yin and yang. There seemed to be a hidden light bursting between the two pieces.

The first master Zhu Huoxi and the third master Wang Banshan were playing chess.

"The young man caused the Wenqu Monument to move. I wonder if he can go under the monument. It should be possible. I wonder if he can observe the Wenqu Monument and condense his literary courage."

Zhu Huoxi chuckled and made a move with white pieces.

Wang Banshan stared at the chessboard, sweating profusely, with a serious and solemn look in his eyes, as if he had met his match.

He picked up the black piece and hesitated for a long time before he could put it down.

The first master Zhu Huoxi shook his head imperceptibly, and was speechless in his heart. This Wang Banshan, chess skills... are still as bad as ever.

"It depends on fate to be a literary hero. An Le dared to write such a magnificent Northern Expedition Manifesto. It's no problem for a literary hero, but I don't know if he can draw out the noble spirit and bless himself."

"The Academy of Literature has been developing for thousands of years. Now, there are fewer and fewer people in the academy who have the noble spirit."

Wang Banshan said softly.

Then he narrowed his eyes and placed a piece, but he regretted it as soon as he placed it, so he wanted to pick it up.

Zhu Huoxi shook his head and quickly took a white piece and placed it.

"You are the third master of the Academy of Literature. You must not lose the quality of playing chess without regrets." The eldest master Zhu Huoxi chuckled.

"Haoran is rare, and it has been like this in all dynasties. The more prosperous the court is, the more prosperous it is, and the will of scholars is worn away. Now that the Great Zhao has moved south for 500 years, it is extremely prosperous. There are too many temptations in Lin'an every night." "How can scholars maintain a righteous spirit in their hearts and gather Haoran?" "Those who gather Haoran must not only have quality, but also have the knowledge to match it. Nowadays, scholars are obsessed with prosperity and do not study knowledge. How can they have Haoran?" Zhu Huoxi sighed lightly: "The rise and fall of the court all started from this." The third master Wang Banshan did not care: "When the Confucian scholars of the Academy of Literature were entangled with the powerful in the court, it was destined to be like this. This is their choice. We old bones express our thoughts. They can't force them to listen or not. It is enough to ensure the continuous inheritance of the Academy of Literature." "You are really free and easy." Zhu Huoxi said. Wang Banshan shook his head: "It's not that he is unrestrained, but that he has seen too much disappointment and no longer holds hope."

"As for whether Anle can attract Haoran, it actually depends on himself. It depends on whether he can attract or not. This young man can get Qingshan from Zhao Huangting, and he is worthy of Qingshan. It is natural that he can attract Haoran."

Whether to attract Haoran depends on whether Anle is willing...

Wang Banshan's words made Zhu Huoxi stunned. Is he so optimistic about this young man?

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Anle had noticed Mo Chi's restlessness a long time ago, and he had been suppressing it with his mind, so there was no chaos.

However, as soon as he let go of his mind, Mo Chi rushed out and went into the secluded bamboo forest.

Anle was really helpless about this, just like a horse that had broken free from its reins.

Anle was really looking forward to the Questioning Heart Forest, a treasure land for refining the spirit. His current state of refining the spirit has stepped into the world. After the contemplation of the sword waterfall in the spring examination, his mind is now only a little away from perfection.

Perhaps, today, Wenxin Forest can help him reach perfection?

He stepped into the bamboo forest in white clothes, and his figure disappeared into the bamboos. When he looked back, he could not see the road behind him, as if he had been wiped out of any trace.

Looking around, there were only bamboo branches swaying lightly, and the green meaning was like the air after the rain, which was refreshing.

Faintly, the sound of Mo Chi flying in the bamboo sea came to his ears, and the sword body rubbed the light bamboo leaves, making a slight rustling sound.

There was no road in front of him, only countless green bamboos growing horizontally.

Walking in the bamboo forest, he stepped on the soft withered bamboo leaves.

There seemed to be a breath of time steaming up, constantly rushing to Anle, and the withering of each bamboo leaf represented that the annual ring of time had rolled over once.

The layers of bamboo leaves on the ground may have gone through a long time and turned into spring mud to protect the new bamboo.

The roots are exposed, the spine of the blue dragon is cold, and the leaves are coiled at the tip of the red phoenix tail.

Listening to the sound of the waves in the bamboo sea, Anle walked slowly, and the sword furnace in the Niwan Palace between his eyebrows showed an unprecedented tranquility.

In this tranquility, the mind seemed to be forged with a light hammer, slowly tempered, and became more and more condensed.

The black bamboo went back and forth, galloping among the bamboo forest.

With his hands behind his back and a green mountain on his waist, Anle walked to a bamboo and admired it. In fact, there were countless such bamboos in the heart-searching forest.

Anle had painted black bamboo before, and he was not unfamiliar with bamboo. He knew how to use ink, how to paint leaves, and how to express the bamboo's tenacious and unyielding temperament.

But in fact, it was the first time that he calmed down and observed bamboo seriously.

His black bamboo was more based on the impression and brushwork of the painting of the black bamboo master in his previous life.

However, Anle always felt that something was missing.

In the heart-searching forest, Anle stared at a bamboo for a long time.

Outside, the Confucian scholars on the Wenqu list who had mapped out their routes by observing the Heart-Searching Forest with their minds began to move. One by one, they stepped into the Heart-Searching Forest and began to move forward slowly.

The routes they planned were all feasible routes that had been traveled and verified by their predecessors. Therefore, they firmly believed that as long as they continued to follow the path of their predecessors, they would definitely be able to walk out of the Heart-Searching Forest and step in front of the Wenqu Monument.

Although the path taken by their predecessors was covered by withered bamboo leaves, what they had to do was to use their minds to see through the bamboo leaves that covered the road and find a path to follow.

This process was the process of baptizing and strengthening the mind, which was the beauty of the Heart-Searching Forest.

One by one, the Confucian scholars on the Wenqu list stepped into the Heart-Searching Forest.

The rest of the candidates also stepped in. Even Han Shi calmed down and planned the path outside the Heart-Searching Forest. Then he stepped into it and followed the established path and moved forward.

The second master Pang Ji watched quietly, and the peaceful meaning on his face gradually deepened.

Outside the Forest of Inquiry, many officials from the Ministry of Rites were also very curious, wondering who had walked the farthest at this moment.

But the Second Master raised his hand and flicked his sleeves.

The Forest of Inquiry became transparent, and the figures of every candidate entering the forest became extremely clear, and their locations became extremely clear.

"Ah? Have you just come this far?"

"Have you lost your way? If so, it would be a pity..."

"An family is good at making black bamboo, but don't let the bamboo lose its direction in this Youhuang Wenxin Forest. That would be really ridiculous."

The officials of the Ministry of Rites were all surprised and suspicious when they saw Anle standing motionless in front of a bamboo.

They thought that Anle should have gone very far, but they never thought that he was still not far from entering the forest, and had even been surpassed by many Confucian scholars who had just entered the forest.

The Second Master looked at Anle, his eyes became more and more solemn, and there was also a trace of doubt in his eyes.

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Under the hut.

When the pieces fall on the chessboard, they make a crisp sound.

Third Master Wang Banshan narrowed his eyes: "It's begun, entering the Forest of Questioning."

Master Zhu Huoxi chuckled: "Yes, how long do you think it will take for this son to come out of the forest?"

Looking at the nearly empty chess board eaten by Zhu Huoxi, Wang Banshan threw the chess pieces in his hand directly back into the chess box, stretched out, and chuckled: "Master, playing chess is so boring, why don't you and I just make guesses?" Write the time on paper, and see who guesses it right, how about you and me?”

Zhu Huoxi stroked his beard, smiled and nodded, complying with the stinky chess player's request.

Then, the two got up and went into the house, wrote down the answers on paper respectively, folded them, and returned to each other in front of the chessboard.

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Anle stared at the bamboo in front of him for a long time. It was an old bamboo with several patterns on it, like traces left by time.

I reached out and touched it, it was extremely cold, the bamboo branches swayed slightly, and the rustling bamboo leaves suddenly shook off.

Bamboo seems to be shy.

At this moment, Anle was surprised, and her understanding of bamboo seemed to have a different impression.

Bamboo also has a soul.

At this moment, he was not looking for a way out of the forest, nor was he following the path left by his predecessors.

He began to observe the bamboos one by one, observing their demeanor and temperament.

The ink bamboo he once painted was less agile and more rigid, which was also different from the real bamboo.

Anle Gezhu, wants to make the ink bamboo painting truly appear in the room.

Draw the ink bamboo that belongs to his happiness.

The forest is quiet, and when the breeze blows, the silence is broken, and the sound of waves rises.

Unconsciously, the warm sun sets in the west.

The setting sun is still setting, and the cold chimes are filling the forest.

Candidates who participated in Wenxinlin experienced their initial journey one by one, but they all began to hesitate. Although they had planned their mental route before entering the forest, they really wandered into the forest and followed the planned route for a long time, and then they all began to lose their way again. .

After being lost, you can only look for the way forward with a chaotic mind, and finally wander around in the same place.

No one walked out of the Questioning Forest.

Anle is still in Gezhu. After looking at the bamboo for so long, he has gained something, and he has a good grasp of the aura of bamboo.

He touched the bamboo sword Qingshan on his waist. Qingshan was very comfortable.

An Le smiled, stopped checking the bamboos, and stood up. The sunset shining through the bamboo leaves reflected on his body, stretching out his long figure.

Anle raised his hand and tapped lightly in the void.

call out!

Mochi, who had been crazy for a day in Wenxin Forest, broke through the thick bamboos and galloped in, surrounding Anle.

Anle grabbed the ink pool and started splashing ink in the air.

It is as if the heaven and earth are used as paper and the ink pond is used as a pen to create an ink bamboo painting.

Beyond the netherworld.

All the officials of the Ministry of Etiquette became energetic, and the second wife also narrowed her eyes and looked at the young man who had been standing quietly not far from the entrance of Wenxinlin all day.

The boy in white had a flying smile on his lips, holding a sword and drawing in the air.

His mind surges like a waterfall and merges into the painting in front of him.

The dark-colored bamboo is very abrupt and should be incompatible with the real bamboo. However, when it is presented in Anle's painting and stands in the Wenxin Forest, it seems to be integrated with the bamboos in the forest.

At this moment, the mind in the sword furnace in An Lemei's heart has officially reached the state of perfection!

Vaguely, in the sword furnace, even the mind surged, and vague figures gathered on the sword embryo.

Perfect your mind and spirit, and your soul will appear!

Although it is vague, it means that Anle's realm of refining the spirit has already touched the threshold of the fourth realm of soul.

When the Yuanshen is condensed into reality and can swim out of the body, it will be considered as officially setting foot in the Yuanshen realm!

Outside the bamboo forest.

The officials of the Ministry of Etiquette were extremely shocked. They couldn't help but take a deep breath when they saw the young man painting in the air with his sword energy.

"Is this the An family's ink bamboo? It seems... more agile. Although it is freehand, it has the reality and details of meticulous brushwork. It is indeed impressive!"

Many officials admired it.

The Second Master narrowed his eyes and let out a long breath, looking at the black bamboo with admiration in his eyes.

At this moment, he no longer worried that An Le would not be able to walk out of this heart-searching forest.

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Qingbo Street, Ancestral Temple.

Zhao Huangting, who was laying out paper for painting in the temple, suddenly paused in his strokes, and his ears moved, as if he could hear the sound of beating leaves in the forest.

The ink bamboo picture hanging on the wall inside the house began to tremble uncontrollably.

He hurriedly put down his pen, walked quickly to the window, and looked in the direction of the Wen Yuan. His eyes narrowed, and he saw a stream of fresh air rising into the sky in the direction of the Wen Yuan.

Zhao Huangting then pinched his long eyebrows and laughed.

With a thought, the extremely tyrannical Yuan Shen left the physical body, and under the setting sun, seemed to be walking in the direction of the Academy of Fine Arts under the endless rays of light.

The sky above the Wenyuan was not just Zhao Huangting's mind.

Li Youan's soul also came with his hands behind his back, Madam Hua's soul also curled up in the air, and several powerful souls from Lin'an Mansion came across the sky.

In Zhao Huangting's Yuan Shen Guan Na Wen Xin Lin, Anle held a sword and made a black bamboo. However, compared with the original, this black bamboo has undergone subtle changes.

The original Ink Bamboo was Anle's creation of the genre, and it had some flaws in the sculpture of the bamboo image. Today, Anle has made up for this flaw, and it even seems to be a completely different person from the previous Ink Bamboo artist.

The Mozhu at this moment is the Mozhu that truly belongs to Anle!

When Li Youan and Zhao Huangting were both paying attention to Mo Zhu.

Only Mrs. Hua sensed the peace of mind, and actually stepped into the worldly perfection, and vaguely, the phantom of the soul was born.

Mrs. Hua's red lips parted slightly, and she couldn't help but gasp.

Anle seems to be more talented than her at refining gods!

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Under the setting sun, in the forest of questioning hearts.

After Anle finished doing the ink bamboo, a sullen breath came out of his heart, causing the bamboo forest to sway, strengthening his mind to reach the worldly perfection, making his eyes bright and full of energy.

He drew the bamboo that belonged to Anle. His heart was happy and his thoughts were clear. While laughing freely, he put the ink pond on his waist. Anle no longer checked the bamboos in place and strode forward.

I have not planned any path with my mind, nor have I ever searched for a path.

Just take a step, and the bamboo branches blocking the way will move away, opening up a new road!

Be your own path to peace and happiness.

This is how you draw bamboo, how you walk, and how you practice.

Half a moment later, a graceful figure in white clothes with two swords on his waist stepped out of the bamboo forest.

We arrived in front of the pavilion that shrouded the Wenqu Monument.

at this time.

The stars and the moon are rising above the sky, and the stars are shining brightly on the monument.

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Inside the thatched cottage.

Carbon stove boils water.

The eldest wife Zhu Huoxi and the third wife Wang Banshan looked at each other, and they spread out the papers folded between their palms.

All of them contain speculative times.

"a moment"

It only took half a moment from Anle to paint bamboo with sword energy and step out of the forest.

Under the eaves of the thatched cottage, the moonlight is clear and cold.

The two looked at each other and smiled bitterly.