I Use Idle Books To Become Saint

Wanren Mountain.

Looking at the newly sent "Romance of the Three Kingdoms", Han Qingzhu nodded with satisfaction.

That's right, this Ma Chao wrote very neatly!

Maybe there will be a Meng Qiying soon.

If there is no accident, the effect of this Divine General phantom is "pursuit and fierce attack".

Han Qingzhu shook the manuscript on his hands, handed it to Xiao Qi, and ordered: "Copy it immediately and send it to the whole army!"

Xiao Qi took the manuscript, cupped hands said yes, and hurried out.

Han Qingzhu's face suddenly became serious, and he tapped the table with his hands.

"Tian Yusu! Dongcang City!"

"I don't know if it will help those boys!"

...

At this moment, Chen Luo almost vomited blood when he looked at the thirty-odd people in front of him who were full of lifelessness.

This is the good "seedling" that the military minister said in the letter?

Am I misunderstanding what Miaozi means?

Shouldn't Miaozi be that young, lively, and vigorous?

What a group of old grandpas!

The one on the left, the wrinkles on your face have covered your eyes.

The one on the right, can you stand up by yourself? I need someone to help you out!

Chen Luo looked at the captain who was in charge of the delivery with a look of suspicion.

The school lieutenant also smiled awkwardly: "Master Hou, the military minister asked me to tell you that these are good seedlings, and they must be cultivated well."

cultivation?

I admit it, okay?

Soldiers, what on earth do you mean!

Just when Chen Luo was speechless, one of the elders who seemed to be the leader stood up and saluted Chen Luo: "Master, I don't want to bother you, but the military order is hard to break."

"Please trouble Lord Hou to arrange an empty house for me, and just send food and water on a regular basis. I'm waiting... time is running out."

"After seven days, if no one comes out of the house after I wait, I will ask Lord Hou to send someone to collect the corpse for me."

Chen Luo was startled and froze in place.

Afterwards, the others tried their best to salute Chen Luo standardly, and the old man who seemed unable to stand finally stood up. Only then did Chen Luo notice that his left foot was a bit shorter than his right foot!

Chen Luo came back to his senses, quickly returned the gift, and said: "You elders are joking, you are the guests sent by the military minister to Dongcang City, how can Chen Luo treat you slowly!"

The leading old man smiled lightly and did not answer. Chen Luo hurriedly greeted the steward of the city lord's mansion, and said, "Arrange a room for each of you gentlemen..."

At this moment, Yun Siyao's voice suddenly sounded in Chen Luo's ears.

"Do as they say."

Chen Luo was puzzled for a moment, but changed his words: "Arrange a spacious big room, deliver food and drinking water every day, don't disturb."

The steward nodded, and the leader thanked him again with cupped hands, so you supported me in twos and threes, and I pestered you, and followed the steward to leave.

Seeing everyone leave, the school lieutenant took out a Jade Slip from his pocket and handed it to Chen Luo: "Master Hou, this is the identity information of those old gentlemen, please have a look."

Chen Luo took the Jade Slip, Divine Sense poked in, just a glance, the whole person was like a lightning strike.

"Xiang Jixuan, a person from Wufeng in Qingzhou, a Taoist master, is eighty-four years old. He has guarded Wanren Mountain for forty-six years. There have been one hundred and thirty-two battles in history. There are ninety-six barbarian heads of the same level in the army tent .”

"Tang Junhao, a native of Qining, Luozhou, a Taoist master, 73 years old, guarding Sui'an City for 33 years, 103 major battles in history, six ranks of honors, and a mighty captain with accumulated merits."

"Jin Anran, a native of Boning, Yuezhou, a preacher, 68 years old, went out of Yumen Pass and fought nine times, leaving 116 serious injuries and scars."

"Zhai Tianxing, a native of Luo'an in Mangzhou, preaching Daoist master, 76 years old, pretended to be a barbarian bandit for 19 years, rescued 1,089 captives in Daxuan, a hundred of them came out of the barbarian land, and he survived alone."

...

There are thirty-six people in total, each of them is a Taoist teacher, each of them is a veteran of many battles, and each of them is a person who climbed out of the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​​​blood.

But he just felt the death aura in their body, he is very familiar with that death aura, and he also has that aura when he came out of the tomb of the living dead.

They are dying.

Han Qingzhu, what do you mean by sending these human backbones to Dongcang City!

Do you want me, Chen Luo, to die for them?

You Han Bingxiang couldn't bear to see you off, so you thought I, Chen Luo, had a heart of stone?

At some point, Yun Siyao stood by Chen Luo's side. She seemed to feel the turmoil in Chen Luo's heart, and gently held Chen Luo's hand: "Be at ease!"

The silky and cold touch came from his hands, and Chen Luo's heart became peaceful for no reason. He turned around and looked at Yun Siyao: "Sixth Senior Sister, what's going on?"

Yun Siyao sighed softly: "We will meet in the morning and evening!"

...

"Morning meeting!" On Wanren Mountain, a great Confucianist sighed, and a master who followed him asked doubtfully, "Teacher, what is meeting in the morning and evening?"

"Uncle Xiang said that he went to Dongcang City, did he attend this day and night meeting?"

The Confucian glanced at the disciple in front of Own. This disciple was an outstanding talent. He is not yet forty years old, and he is already an enlightened master, so he never told him about the day-to-day meeting, so he slowly explained——

"If you hear the Tao in the morning, you can die in the evening."

"The morning and evening meeting is my last attempt to study Confucianism."

"Make an oath with Heavenly Dao, in exchange for a short period of spiritual clarity, and exchange gains with like-minded people, in order to be able to break through that layer of obstacles, from Confucian to Master, or from Master to Great Confucianism!"

"This is the morning and evening meeting."

The disciple heard the danger, and asked: "What if the clarity of mind and soul exchanged with Heavenly Dao ends, and it still hasn't broken through?"

With his hands behind his back, Daru turned around and walked towards the military tent, just repeating quietly——

"Day and night, day and night, if you hear the Tao in the morning, you will die in the evening!"

...

"So, the military minister wants to take advantage of the opportunity of Tian Yusu in Dongcang City to stimulate them?" Chen Luo asked.

Yun Siyao nodded: "The success rate of the morning and evening meeting is too low. I have carefully observed those masters, and they have accumulated enough, but they have been fighting on the battlefield for too long, and their Confucianism has been damaged, and the killing intent has covered up the path of learning."

"This group of people should be selected by Han Bingxiang."

"However, although they are all at the peak of the Master Realm, they are only a short distance away from the Great Confucianism, but they are Tianya within a short distance away."

"In my opinion, there are only one or two people who can really succeed."

"Little Junior Brother, don't feel too uncomfortable. Their lifespans have all expired, so their bodies are full of death. If you don't breakthrough Daru, the person with the most vitality will live for half a month at most!"

However, Chen Luo's mind flashed through the old man who had broken half of one leg and couldn't stand up all the time. He remembered the scene of everyone saluting him, and his nose was slightly sore.

"I... how can I... let them salute me!"

"Senior sister, is there a way to mobilize the opportunity of Tian Yusu in Dongcang City to help them?"

"They...are heroes!"

Looking at Chen Luo's slightly red eyes, Yun Siyao was also moved. She raised her hand and touched the corner of Chen Luo's eyes: "The opportunity of Tian Yusu was given by Heavenly Dao, we have no way of controlling it."

"You are mentally prepared, the result is not going to be too good."

Chen Luo was silent for a moment, then turned and went out.

"Little brother, where are you going?"

"I am the lord of Dongcang City, and I have good luck. I will go to them. Maybe this luck will help a little!"

Seeing Chen Luo's back leaving Own's sight, Yun Siyao smiled faintly.

"Teacher, junior brother is just like you in his bones, very gentle..."

...

"Brother, do you think Grandpa can succeed this time?" In Suian City, a Confucian scholar in his twenties looked anxiously at the east and asked his elder brother who was writing a copybook.

The serious-looking elder brother frowned slightly, and his writing hand paused slightly: "It's useless to worry, just wait for the news."

"Have you finished your homework today?"

The Confucian scholar felt aggrieved: "I was thinking about my grandfather, and I had no intention of studying. Brother, please tell me something."

The elder brother nodded helplessly: "Grandpa will definitely succeed, be promoted to a Confucian scholar, and increase his lifespan by another sixty years."

Hearing what his brother said, the little Confucian seemed to be relieved, he said "um", and accidentally glanced at his brother's post, only to see that it was filled with "Kong Shengbless", "Ma Daogongcheng", "Wu Wu" and so on. Hou Shenwu", "Grandpa Longevity"...

...

Chen Luo pushed open the door of the hall, and the thirty-six masters all looked over.

Chen Luo hurriedly bowed and said, "Seniors, Chen Luo was a little slow just now, and I'm here to apologize."

Chen Luo stood up: "Can you give me a corner, let me listen to your discussions."

At this time, the leader smiled and said, "Your Majesty, you are welcome, this is your place, please feel free!"

Chen Luo nodded and walked into the hall. Immediately, everyone sensed that a wave of luck belonging to Dong Cang followed Chen Luo into the hall.

Everyone knew it well, and they all saluted Chen Luo again and said "thank you". Chen Luo turned sideways and did not dare to observe the salute. Instead, he found a corner and sat cross-legged, closing his eyes and resting his mind.

Everyone saw Chen Luo's attitude, so they ignored it and began to discuss with each other.

...

one day.

two days.

three days.

Chen Luo stayed in the hall for three days, but for some reason, writing "Three Kingdoms" was a little smoother here, and he even wrote the sixty-fifth chapter "Ma Chao fought against Jiameng Pass, Liu Bei led Yizhou Mu by himself".

But Chen Luo was not in the mood to care about these things, because in his eyes, the expressions on the faces of the masters began to fade.

According to Yun Siyao's explanation, they must have agreed a seven-day time limit with Heavenly Dao.

The time limit of this morning and evening meeting is like the rising and setting of the sun. It rises at the beginning, and then starts to fall after reaching the peak. However, the peak does not necessarily appear in the middle of the day, but depends on the collision of the participants. depends.

Now, it is obvious that the peak of everyone's writing and thinking collision has passed.

Logically, at this time, someone should break through!

But there was none at the scene.

Anxiety and sadness were revealed in Chen Luo's eyes, which was seen by the leader.

Chen Luo already knew at this time that the other party was Mr. Xiang Jixuan who ranked first in the Jade Slip.

Master Xiang smiled at Chen Luo, walked up to Chen Luo, and gave a salute.

Chen Luo hurriedly got up to return the salute.

Master Xiang laughed and said, "Why is this so, Lord Hou, I'm just a crippled man, trying to take a chance."

The other person also stepped forward and smiled softly: "Yes, it seems that when my life is approaching, my body is aging, my mind is sluggish, and I have no righteousness, so I can't get it. If I go to the battlefield, I will be a drag on the human race. Barbarians target."

"Now I am fortunate to be able to die on the road of seeking, and I am satisfied."

Master Xiang nodded: "That's right. If we die in seven days, and you bother the Marquis to bury us together, we can erect a monument and engrave it on it to pray for the way and die. It will not be in vain for our name as a Confucian gentleman."

"Yes, yes!" At this moment, the other masters laughed.

"This old man killed hundreds of barbarians, that's enough!"

"The old man's son has the talent of a great Confucian, and the old man has no regrets."

"Hmph, I have sixteen grandchildren, all of whom are scholars, what can you compare to me!"

At this time, the old men with old faces were full of joy, telling their respective brilliance.

Chen Luo looked at them, but couldn't laugh. He thought over and over in his mind the conversations he had heard these days, looking for something that could help them.

In fact, the so-called morning and evening meeting is to discuss the way of scholarship.

To put it bluntly, how to learn?

Don't think this is just talk, according to Yun Siyao's words, this is the outline of the holy way.

If you don’t understand this, at least you will read dead books, and you will fall into a rut and cannot extricate yourself;

These old masters are too murderous and blinded the way forward.

To use Yun Siyao's metaphor, their mountains of books and learning are covered by a fog of blood, and they don't know how to go on. When they look back, the way they came was also covered in fog of blood, and they can't find their way back.

They were trapped dead in the Realm in front of them. They could neither relearn the past, nor be reborn from the ashes. They were stuck in Tianya, which was so close.

"How to study? How to study?" Chen Luo suddenly moved, "Why am I so stupid, I only thought of it now."

"I don't know if it will inspire them!"

"Whatever, give it a try."

Chen Luo was sure, coughed dryly, bowed to salute, and raised the silver tael: "Masters!"

Everyone stopped talking and looked at Chen Luo again.

Chen Luo got up and said calmly: "Although I am not a Confucianist, I have some experience in reading. I have benefited a lot from listening to you discussing the Tao these days, and I have a little opinion. I would like to speak out and ask for your guidance."

Xiang Jixuan laughed: "I have long heard that Lord Hou is a talented person. Although he is not a Confucianist, he is better than countless Confucianists. Xiang will listen to Lord Hou's advice with all his heart."

The others also nodded and said, "Master Hou, please tell me!"

Chen Luo cleared his throat, walked to the center of the hall, and said——

"Under the Holy Way, Confucianism has three Realms: Confucian Scholar, Master, and Great Confucianism."

"My boy is not talented, so I will divide this journey of studying into three Realms!"

Xiang Jixuan nodded slightly: "May I ask which three Realms it is!"

Chen Luo laughed; "The first Realm corresponds to the realm of Confucian scholars."

"I call it 'Last night the westerly wind withered the green trees, I went up to the west building alone, looking at Tianya Road'."

The eyes of all the masters brightened, Xiang Jixuan said: "This is the work of Duke Yuan Xian. When Lord Hou read this poem, I feel a little bit in my heart, but I don't know if it is."

Chen Luo stretched out his hand: "Master Xiang, please tell me."

Xiang Jixuan said: "The first Realm mentioned by Master Hou corresponds to Confucian scholars. It should be about being willing to endure loneliness and set ambitions."

"Reading is not an easy task. Last night the westerly wind withered the green trees, and no one was with me, so I had to go up to the west building alone. Tianya has a long way to go, but she has to climb high to see the end, and understand why she reads!"

Chen Luo nodded: "Master Xiang has a great idea! All the roads ahead have a goal. And the Confucianism, reading a lot of books, accumulating a lot, is to determine your own ambition in the books."

All the masters nodded one after another, and one master asked: "Master Hou, what about the second Realm? But it corresponds to my master realm?"

Chen Luo smiled slightly: "Exactly. This second Realm corresponds to the Master Realm. I will use the words of my old brother Liu."

"The belt gets wider and wider, but I don't regret it at all. It makes people haggard because of Yixiao."

After Chen Luo finished reading, all the masters frowned and pondered, and finally murmured this sentence.

"That's right, that's right. When Master was in the realm, he established the way in his heart and pursued it hard. Even though it was all kinds of hardships, he never regretted it."

A master agreed: "Yes, the so-called 'what is achieved on paper will eventually be shallow, but you must practice it if you know it'. The goals set by the Confucian scholars must be practiced in the master's realm."

Chen Luo nodded, and said: "No one can go smoothly on the road ahead, and we will definitely pay the price for it. But we have enjoyed it so much that we have never regretted it."

"Yi Yu Xin is kind, even though he died nine times, he still has no regrets!" Xiang Jixuan nodded, and gave Chen Luo a semi-teaching salute, "Thank you, Lord Hou, for your guidance!"

Everyone also saluted one after another, saying: "Thank you, Lord Hou, for your guidance."

Chen Luo turned sideways to avoid it again, and continued: "The third Realm naturally corresponds to the Confucianism."

"My understanding is still a word."

"Suddenly looking back, that person is there, in a dimly lit place."

As soon as Chen Luo finished speaking, the audience fell silent.

Reading, after reading, is it suddenly looking back?

Is the truth we are pursuing so hard already behind us?

Then what is the meaning of our busy life?

At this moment, a pair of confused eyes looked at Chen Luo.

Chen Luo let out a long breath.

"In my opinion, Confucian scholars and masters have always been superimposed. Confucian scholars accumulate knowledge, and masters hone their perseverance. But at this point, it is time to let go."

"Dongfeng puts thousands of flowers and trees at night, and BMW carved cars are fragrant all over the road; there are moths and snow willows with golden strands, and laughter is full of fragrance. These are not our pursuits."

"The so-called 'scattered flowers gradually become charming eyes', the more it is at this time, the more it will stop."

"Even 'Looking for him thousands of Baidu', still can't see the target."

"Put down all the radiance and leave the bustling streets."

"At this time, we can find our direction in that dimly lit place."

"If you were a Confucian scholar, you would look at Tianya Road."

"At this time, stand at the end of Tianya Road and look back at the West Building!"

"Don't forget the original intention and move forward with your head held high."

"Go to the front of Tianya Road, which can't be seen from the west building, and take another look to see what's in front of it!"

Xiang Jixuan said softly: "Ahead, there is the Long Bridge for Suo..."

As soon as these words fell, a cloud of blood mist appeared on Xiang Jixuan's head out of thin air. At this moment, a majestic righteousness rose from his body, dispelling the blood mist, and heading straight to the sky.

City Lord's Mansion.

Yun Si looked at the majestic righteousness soaring into the sky like a blue beam of light, and a phantom of a white crane flew around the beam until the blue beam of light smudged into a blue sky in the sky. Then draw righteousness to Bixiao'! This is the image of a breakthrough Confucianism!"

Before Yun Siyao finished speaking, another beam of righteous light shot up into the sky...

...

At this time, in the hall of the morning and evening meeting.

Xiang Jixuan became younger visible to the naked eye, and instantly turned into a vicissitudes handsome middle-aged man. He bowed deeply to Chen Luo: "Thank you, Master Chen, for your guidance. Master pointed out the grace of prolonging life."

Chen Luo was startled. Just as he was about to say something, the other master suddenly opened his eyes, and the righteousness on his body broke through the blood fog above his head.

The second Great Confucian!

But this is just the beginning.

Soon, third, fourth, fifth!

...

Eighth, ninth, tenth!

...

Thirteenth, fourteenth, fifteenth!

...

Everyone in Dongcang City stopped their work and looked up at the space.

The pillars of righteous light rushed out like mushrooms after a spring rain.

Phantoms of white cranes hovered in the sky, and then fell into the bellies of pregnant women.

Qin Dangguo ran out from the political affairs hall and shouted: "The white crane is giving away a child! This is a vision: the white crane is giving away a child!"

"Record it all for me! Record it!"

"When a white crane sends a child, there must be a child prodigy!"

"Dong Cang's great prosperity! Dong Cang's great prosperity!"

...

In the hall, the thirty-six old masters have become thirty-six famous scholars.

The crowd surrounded Chen Luo and performed the ceremony of half master, this time Chen Luo couldn't avoid it!

Hey, this time, there are thirty-six more Confucian disciples.

Each is a killer!

Wang Guowei, thank you!