Book of Disaster

"Hahaha, understanding worldly affairs is knowledge, and understanding human nature is writing! Well said, well said!"

Zhu Zi looked at the young man in front of him with admiration in his eyes.

"Reading ten thousand books is not as good as traveling ten thousand miles. Your ideas are very innovative. It is true that I am limited by my prejudices. The Bai family has really produced a talented person. I have benefited a lot from this summons. It is not advisable to study hard all my life. It is only right to apply what you have learned."

When Zhu Zi spoke, his face was calm and solemn, his eyes were full of deep light, and he was deeply enlightened.

"Before this, I felt that Confucianism needed to be reformed and that the conservative viewpoint needed to be changed. But I was still thinking about it and had not yet come up with a suitable viewpoint to summarize it. But now I know what it means, and it is called 'investigating things to acquire knowledge and applying what you have learned'."

"!!!"

Bai Qi was stunned when he heard Zhu Zi's words.

After all this time, it turned out that Zhu Xi had already realized the drawbacks of Confucianism and Taoism, but he underestimated Zhu Xi and the ancients.

But Bai Qi soon felt relieved.

He is indeed a saint!

"By the way, I would like to ask you one more thing..."

Bai Qi seemed to remember something and suddenly spoke.

This time, Bai Qi came to see Zhu Zi, in addition to wanting to find a way to leave this world through Zhu Zi, he also had another purpose, which was to learn the Confucian and Taoist methods of the spirit and soul.

However, as soon as Bai Qi opened his mouth, a strange feeling came over him.

"Ok?"

Bai Qi's heart moved, and his eyes passed Zhu Zi and looked behind him.

At this moment, the strange feeling became even stronger.

This is a familiar feeling of being in perfect harmony with each other. Bai Qi had also felt it in the ancient ruins of the Tower of Holy Favor in the Wuhun Valley.

Bai Qi closed his eyes slightly and concentrated his mind on the heavenly book between his eyebrows. Sure enough, he immediately felt a faint golden light.

"Excuse me, what is that place?"

Bai Qi looked at the black curtain hanging behind Zhu Zi and asked.

Looking closely, it was not a solid wall behind Zhu Zi, but a simple black curtain that hung from above to the ground.

Bai Qi just asked casually, but the young Confucian scholar who was pouring tea and seemed to be very close to Zhu Xi immediately changed his expression.

"Why are you asking this? This is not something you should be asking."

"It doesn't matter."

Unexpectedly, Zhu Zi put down the teacup and waved his hand:

"You can turn words into scriptures, making the lost Book of Songs of Confucianism and Taoism sacred. You are also a person with destiny. In fact, I summoned you here because I wanted you to take a look."

As Zhu Zi spoke, he flicked his sleeves slightly, stood up from the ground, and walked towards the black curtain.

“This is actually an ancient relic of Confucianism and Taoism.”

"Oh?"

Bai Qi was greatly surprised when he heard this.

"In the capital, this ancient Confucian and Taoist site was built first, and then the Wensheng Temple was built."

As Zhu Zi spoke, he reached out and lifted the simple black curtain.

Bai Qi's eyes suddenly opened up and he was surprised to see the scene behind the black curtain.

The Wensheng Temple is ancient and filled with a simple and elegant bookish atmosphere, especially the residence of Zhu Xi. Although it cannot be called magnificent, it is quiet and elegant.

However, before my eyes——

A huge stone chamber, without any decoration, the walls and floor are all uneven gray-black stones, very rough, and it seems out of place compared to the Temple of Literature.

When the black curtain was drawn, a huge statue of Confucius stood majestically, wearing a wide robe with big sleeves, holding a scroll in one hand and a ruler in the other. However, half of its head was missing, as if it had been cut off by something sharp.

The words engraved on the base of the statue have weathered and are very blurred. Bai Qi can only vaguely make out the word "Kong". Judging from the degree of weathering, this statue is probably thousands of years old.

However, what attracted Bai Qi's attention was not the statue, but the several stone tablets next to it.

The golden light that Bai Qi sensed came from these stone tablets.

"Congratulations to the host Bai Qi for discovering the ancient sacred monument of Confucianism and Taoism."

At this moment, the familiar voice of the Heavenly Book rang in my ears, and apart from that, there was no other information.

Bai Qi was stunned for a moment, then he asked knowingly, pointing at the holy tablets and said:

"what is that?"

"Ancient monument."

Zhu Zi took a deep look at the holy stele and continued:

"Among the ancient relics left by Confucianism and Taoism during the Yuan Dynasty, including the classics, these holy tablets are the oldest. The reason why I stay indoors is partly to comprehend and study the ancient books and knowledge, and partly to protect these holy tablets."

"These holy monuments contain the power of Confucianism and Taoism, as well as the power of the Great Dao, and the secret of the rise of Confucianism. It's a pity that after so many years, I have been unable to understand the secret even after contemplating it for so long."

At the end, Zhu Zi couldn't help but sigh deeply.

As the only saint in the recent ancient times of the Yuan Dynasty, this is both an honor and a responsibility.

Because he shoulders the responsibility of reviving the entire Yuan Dynasty Confucianism and Taoism and restoring the prosperity of Confucianism and Taoism in ancient times.

"Oh?"

Hearing Zhu Zi say this, Bai Qi put away his contempt and his expression became serious.

"Can I go over and have a look?"

"Naturally."

Zhu Zi nodded.

Bai Qi was not polite and walked straight over, and Zhu Zi's voice continued to come to his ears:

"These holy tablets have existed for thousands of years. Since ancient times, generations of masters, great scholars, sages, and saints have tried to understand the secrets within them, but all have failed."

"This is one of the greatest secrets of our Confucianism. It is not easy to comprehend these holy tablets."

The ancient relics of Confucianism and Taoism. If you can comprehend them, you might be able to gain a lot of divine points.

But according to Zhu Zi's words, even he couldn't understand it, it seemed quite difficult.

For a moment, Bai Qi's heart was beating fast and he couldn't help feeling a little nervous.

"No matter, let's take a look first and then talk."

These holy tablets are of similar size, each one is about two feet wide and four feet high. Due to weathering over the years, the words on them are blurred.

Although he had already prepared himself to return empty-handed, when Bai Qi saw the first holy monument, he was stunned with an extremely complicated expression.

Zhu Zi saw the change on Bai Qi's face, but he was not surprised at all.

He himself did not hold out high hopes. If the mystery of the holy stele was so easy to solve, it would have been solved long ago and would not have remained until now.

Moreover, so many saints failed that even he could not comprehend it, let alone Bai Qi who had just come into contact with Confucianism and Taoism.

After all, he was just a fifteen-year-old boy.

"You don't have to force yourself. If it doesn't work, forget it."

Zhu Zi comforted him.

However, before he finished speaking, Bai Qi shook his head like a rattle:

"Reluctantly? Not reluctantly, not reluctantly at all."

Bai Qi stared at the holy monument in front of him with a wonderful expression.

Are you kidding me?

Bai Qi originally thought that there was some extremely difficult and timeless puzzle written on the holy stele, but he never expected that this would be what was written on the holy stele of the Confucian and Taoist ancient monument that Zhu Xi had guarded for so long.