Book of Disaster

The square in front of the hall was as silent as death, with only the rustling sound of treetops swaying outside the hall when the breeze blew.

Bai Qi took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and thought silently in his heart.

He had a feeling that this was an important turning point in his life.

He couldn't evade the question, nor could he answer it hastily.

Seeing that Bai Qi remained silent for a long time, the six old scholars looked at each other, shook their heads slightly, and there was some disappointment in their eyes.

"It seems that the title of 'Little Sage of Literature' is still exaggerated. Although he can turn words into scriptures, it is probably just a burst of potential, a flash in the pan. His real knowledge is still not enough."

"This test is too difficult for him. It's normal that he can't answer it at such a young age."

"But if you can't even answer this question, what qualifications do you have to meet Zhu Zi? That would be a waste of Zhu Zi's time."

"Forget it, let him leave. He is not qualified to come in."

"Let's consider it again after he has improved his knowledge."

……

Several old Confucian scholars were of the same mind, looked at each other, and immediately made a decision.

"Mr. Bai."

An old scholar flicked his sleeves, stood up, and prepared to persuade Bai Qi to leave.

However, at this moment, Bai Qi spoke.

"I think that Master Kong was right to accept Black Shadow!"

Bai Qi smiled and said firmly.

He met the gazes of the six great masters with a calm expression, and was unexpectedly free and easy.

"what?"

The six great Confucian masters were all stunned and looked at each other. No one had expected Bai Qi to be so straightforward.

"Why?"

An old scholar asked.

"Master Kong's original intention was kind. He saw a child living on the streets, helpless, and felt pity for him. He wanted to help him, give him a warm home, and teach him to read and write. This is a good thing that deserves praise. If he didn't do that, he wouldn't be Master Kong."

Bai Qi said.

"But you forgot that Black Shadow finally betrayed Master Kong, turned to evil, and became a demon."

Another old scholar retorted.

"I haven't forgotten."

Bai Qi's eyes were firm as he continued:

"This does not negate Master Kong's good intentions back then."

"A person's life is full of countless possibilities. Black Shadow finally went astray. This was his own choice. Master Kong only gave Black Shadow a chance to change his fate. Black Shadow did not cherish it. This is his own fault."

"If you do something wrong, you must be punished accordingly, and this has nothing to do with Master Kong anymore."

Bai Qi said sincerely.

"Then how are you going to explain to those innocent people who died at the hands of the shadow?"

Another old Confucian Taoist.

At that moment, the six people looked at Bai Qi with sharp eyes.

Bai Qi pondered for a moment and gave his final answer:

"Doing good deeds without asking for reward!"

These eight simple words seem to have some extraordinary weight and are thought-provoking.

As soon as the words fell, the literary aura lingering in the entire Wensheng Temple suddenly shook and lasted for a long time.

clang!

Moreover, a clear bell sound came from the depths of Wensheng Temple. The sound was so loud that it echoed throughout the capital.

That is a thousand-year-old golden bell of Confucianism and Taoism in the Temple of the Sage of Literature. Only when one is touched by the "true knowledge and insights" of the Confucian and Taoist classics can this golden bell be touched and emit a deafening sound.

When the bell rang, even a certain being deep in the Temple of the Holy Spirit of Literature showed a hint of surprise in his eyes.

The six great Confucian and Taoist masters were so shocked that they were speechless.

"This is... Wen Zhong Hong Ming?!"

On the official road outside the Wensheng Temple, the teacher immediately felt this change and looked in the direction of the Wensheng Temple with a look of surprise:

"What did that kid do to trigger the resonance of the literary energy of the Wensheng Temple?"

Although he didn't know the specific situation in the Wensheng Temple, the teacher instinctively felt that this movement was definitely related to his favorite student Bai Qi.

……

At the same time, in an ancient forest of steles a hundred feet southwest of the Wensheng Temple, the literary aura was vast and streams of literary aura condensed as substance rose into the sky from the numerous stone steles, revealing sentences of Confucian and Taoist scriptures in the void.

"Walk the straight path", "Teach students in accordance with their aptitude", "Teach without distinction"... Thousands of chapters and sentences, very spectacular.

This is an ancient relic of Confucianism and Taoism, which is called the Forest of Steles of Scriptures by Confucianism and Taoism.

In the forest of steles, a pale, emaciated old man sat cross-legged on the ground, looking very weak.

If other people were here, they would be able to recognize at a glance that this person is the great Confucian scholar Kong Xuan.

"Did I really do something wrong?"

Kong Xuan frowned slightly, his face showing pain, and murmured to the forest of stele.

The black shadow incident caused a sensation in the city. Seeing his former proud disciple become a big devil who was reviled by everyone, and countless people were slaughtered by his own disciple, Kong Xuan was tormented.

If the apprentice makes a mistake, the master cannot escape blame!

During this time, he had been staying in the Forest of Scriptures and Steles, hoping to find the answers he wanted from these scriptures, but such a long time had passed and no words could resolve his problem.

"Am I wrong? Am I really wrong..."

Kong Xuan murmured to himself, unable to resolve the knot in his heart.

However, at this moment——

clang!

A clear and loud bell sound was heard.

Kong Xuan was suddenly startled, and before he could react, the forest of steles in front of him suddenly changed.

Not far to his right, a blank stone tablet suddenly gave rise to a stream of literary energy, like a spring. In a short time, a line of flying and phoenix-like characters appeared on it:

"Doing good deeds without asking for reward!"

Although there were only eight short words, the moment Kong Xuan saw them, his whole body shook as if he had been struck by lightning, and he stood there in a daze.

"Just do good things, don't worry about the future, just do good things, don't worry about the future..."

Kong Xuan muttered to himself twice, and suddenly, the long-lasting distress, torture and confusion in his heart suddenly opened up, like a broken dam.

And the "inner demon" that had been tormenting him disappeared at this moment.

"Teacher, I understand!"

Facing the stone tablet, Kong Xuan bowed his head and couldn't help but shed two lines of tears.

……

"Just do good things and don't worry about the future..."

"Just do good things and don't worry about the future..."

At this moment, in the square in front of the Wensheng Temple, several Confucian and Taoist masters were muttering to themselves, constantly recalling the past.

At first I just felt confused and didn't understand the meaning, but after careful thinking, I felt that these words were gems, and the wisdom and realm contained in them were thought-provoking. For a moment I was completely mesmerized.

This was an answer they had never heard before, and no one had ever asked of it. When they heard it from Bai Qi's mouth, they inexplicably felt as if they had been enlightened, as if the clouds had been cleared and the light had been seen.

Unconsciously, the literary aura on them also began to fluctuate drastically, as if a layer of invisible window paper had been pierced, and the literary aura around them rose rapidly.

"Have they... made a breakthrough?"

Bai Qi was stunned when he saw this.

Even he did not expect that his simple words could greatly improve the literary and Taoist skills of the six great Confucian masters.