Book of Disaster

During the Yuan Dynasty, the country was prosperous and its culture and education spread throughout the world.

At this moment, looking down from the sky, the capital was covered with heavy snow, and in the snowy night, lights were dotted everywhere. Among them, the brightest lights were in the Confucian temples, literary halls, and study halls.

Many students and great scholars came there to borrow books. The ocean of learning was endless, and studying day and night, forgetting to eat and sleep, was just a daily routine for the Confucian and Taoist students.

However, just when Bai Qi was writing "Three cups lead to the great way, one bowl of wine harmonizes with nature" in the Imperial Banquet Hall, without any sign, suddenly, a strong wind blew up the snow from outside the door and swept into the hall.

At the same time, in front of the countless Confucian temples, literary halls, and study halls in the capital, the statues of the literary saints all trembled and emitted light, and the tens of thousands of books in these Confucian temples, literary halls, and study halls seemed to be touched by something, and all the pages trembled and flew around.

In just a blink of an eye, boom, all the words on the books seemed to come alive, and every word and sentence emitted a few inches of cold light, turning the entire room into daylight.

Countless Yuan Dynasty scholars who were borrowing books in the room were stunned and shocked, and had no idea what was going on.

Not only that, looking north, just a few thousand feet northwest of the Imperial Palace, there is an ancient palace standing majestically, with a black-and-red plaque hanging high above the entrance:

Temple of Literature!

The inscription below clearly reads "The Emperor of the Yuan Dynasty", and that is the late Emperor Gaozu of the Yuan Dynasty. One can imagine how high his status was.

In fact, it can be seen from the Imperial Palace Jinwu Guards guarding the Wensheng Temple that this place has an extraordinary status. It is the holy land of literature and Taoism of the Yuan Dynasty and the center of Confucianism and Taoism.

Because what is enshrined here is not some clay sculpture or wood carving, but the only surviving literary saint of the Yuan Dynasty, Zhu Xi.

The Temple of the Sage of Literature is above the imperial power, and normally, outsiders are strictly prohibited from entering except for the great scholars, great scholars, and the masters of Confucianism and Taoism.

Zhu Xi had a high status and seldom entertained guests or met people. Not to mention the civil and military officials in the court, even the Emperor of the Yuan Dynasty had no chance to meet him, let alone other people.

Everyone knows that Zhu Zi likes quietness.

At this moment, when the brilliant light in the Taishi Hall was rising into the sky like a silk thread, in a dim and shabby room deep in the Wensheng Hall, a figure was sitting cross-legged without movement. His aura was like the sea of ​​stars in the universe. His clothes moved without wind. Without any sign, his eyelids trembled and he suddenly opened his eyes.

In an instant, an infinite amount of light suddenly flashed in the void in front of his eyes, like countless stars being born and dying, like the endless waves of the sea, and like the torch of humanity, carrying countless knowledge and civilizations.

The only person who could possess such a civilized atmosphere was naturally Zhu Xi in the Temple of the Sage of Literature.

However, when Zhu Zi opened his eyes, he did not look at anything in the hall. That look was deep and penetrating, as if he was attracted by something. It directly penetrated the wall of Wensheng Temple, went through the darkness, and looked at the golden light that reached the sky in Taishi Temple.

"This is--"

With Zhu Zi's calm and steady personality, when he saw the bright light in the night, waves of emotion arose in his eyes.

Thousands of chapters and countless words appeared in the golden light column, especially the poems written by Bai Qi, which stood out like a crane among chickens, overwhelming the other words.

But what Zhu Zi saw was different from what others saw.

There were also many literary masters in the Taishi Hall. They only saw the magnificent scene of thousands of chapters and sentences. But in Zhu Zi's eyes, following the golden pillar of light all the way up, at the end of the pillar of light, Zhu Zi suddenly saw the words written by Bai Qi. Every word and sentence actually had a tendency to merge into one and turn into a scripture.

The thousands of chapters and sentences in the golden light column were as bright as stars, but they pale in comparison to the golden scripture that suddenly appeared at the end of the sky, because that scripture was as vast as the mountains, yet as scorching as the cosmic sun.

In front of the light of the golden scriptures, all other scriptures seemed dimmed and as small as dust.

Not only that, in the capital, the books in the bookcases of countless Confucian temples, literary halls, and scripture pavilions were vibrating and responding because they were responding to the "scriptures" in the air. They were like receiving rain and dew, absorbing the essence of rain and dew in the golden scriptures.

"Turning words into scriptures!"

In a flash, Zhu Zi looked serious, and a thought suddenly flashed through his mind.

The word "Book of Songs" should be translated into "Scriptures", no, to be more precise, it is "The Book of Songs" because Bai Qi wrote poems.

At this moment, even Zhu Zi could not help but feel deeply shocked.

The so-called "Classic" is a classic that can be passed down through the ages and is worshipped and read by thousands of students from generation to generation and regarded as a guiding principle. It is the highest level of existence regarded by Confucianism and Taoism.

Often only those with profound academic attainments, at least at the level of a "Zi", can write such works. But even among the articles written by a "Zi", those that can be regarded as "Classics" are rare.

Throughout the thousands of years of Confucianism and Taoism, there are only a handful of works that can be called "classics".

But now, someone has actually been able to create the "Classic" directly, and it is the most difficult "poem" in the "Classic". How can this not shock people?

This is a phenomenon that has never been seen before.

"This kind of atmosphere... is already 'The Book of Songs'!"

Zhu Zi muttered to himself, looking extremely excited.

Almost at the same time, boom, the scriptures in the sky took shape completely. If only Zhu Zi could see it before, now even ordinary people can see it.

"The great Dao is revealed! Words are transformed into scriptures! Who has such a high level of cultivation?"

In the capital, countless great scholars and masters of Confucianism and Taoism walked out of their rooms in the night, looking shocked.

At this moment, in the Taishi Hall, Bai Qi was completely unaware of what was happening in the outside world. He held the white jade python dragon brush in his hand and wrote the last sentence on the blank paper:

"Just enjoy the fun of drinking, don't tell those who are sober."

These few sentences come naturally, like flowing water from a mountain stream, which flows smoothly into the poem. At this point, the whole poem ends naturally, and it is complete and pops out on paper.

Wow!

Without any sign, when Bai Qi turned the words into scriptures and finished writing, all the scrolls and poems presented by the ministers in the entire Taishi Hall fell neatly from the walls to the ground, without exception.

All the words on the scroll became dim and blurred quickly, as if they had been wetted.

In the hall, everyone who saw this scene was so shocked that they were speechless.

Everyone understood that it was not because the hanging on the wall was unstable and loose, but because the poem written by Bai Qi had a broad artistic conception, like the scorching sun hanging high in the sky, completely overshadowing all the poems present.

Just like when the sun is at its blazing hottest, all the stars are hidden and no single star can be seen.

The level of Bai Qi's poem has far surpassed all the poems hanging there, making the poems presented by the ministers feel ashamed and dare not be compared with it.

Bai Qi’s poems are the scorching sun, and the articles written by his ministers are the stars.

In fact, the higher the ministers' attainments in literature and art, the more they saw and the more shocked they were.

"How old is this child! Has his talent already reached this level... of being born a saint?"

In the crowd, an old censor muttered to himself, extremely shocked.

As the leader of all the ministers, the old Grand Tutor had an extremely ugly expression on his face.

He asked the emperor to bestow the Four Treasures of the Study on Bai Qi not to help him, but to embarrass him. However, the result now is contrary to his expectations.

But the person who was most shocked at this moment was Bai Qi's father, Bai Shixiong. Although he did not understand the things about literature and Taoism, he could still clearly see the reactions of the people in the hall.

Although he hired a teacher for Bai Qi, but - the Bai family is a family of military generals!

When did Bai Qi acquire such talent? Even he didn't know it.

However, the only one who is still unaware of the changes in the outside world at this time is probably Bai Qi, who has his back to everyone and is also the instigator.

"Not bad!"

Bai Qi nodded with satisfaction. He was very satisfied with his "work".

"Hey, many people think that we novel writers are losers, with several gigabytes hidden in our computers and papers always in our trash cans. But I want to say that you are all wrong. Although we are losers, we are cultured losers. We have memorized the Book of Changes, the Book of Songs, the Historical Records, the Analects... Although it is impossible to memorize them all, when we wrote novels in the past, we had to use a few paragraphs from each of them. Even if we have never eaten pork, we have seen pigs run. How can such a small test question stump us?"

"Hey, how about it, not bad, right..."

Bai Qi turned around, feeling complacent. In order to match the poem, he deliberately posed when he turned around, with a pen in one hand, his robe lifted up, his feet one on the left and one on the right, his head slightly raised, looking like he was standing proudly in the mortal world.

That posture is so graceful!

If you pretend to be cool but don’t show your poSE, you will be struck by lightning!

If we don't do something at this time, it would be a great disservice to his masterpiece.

However, as soon as Bai Qi turned around, he was stunned. The hall behind him was silent as death. All the civil and military officials opened their mouths wide and looked at him in shock.

With that expression, it seemed as if a duck egg could fit in his mouth.

No, not only the civil and military officials behind him, but even the Emperor and Empress of the Yuan Dynasty in the hall, as well as the palace maids on both sides, looked at him with strange eyes, shocked, and as if there was something else.