Book of Disaster

The first time is new, the second time is familiar. After what happened in Tai Shi Palace before, Bai Qi is no longer surprised.

Bai Qi took his white jade python dragon pen and quickly moved to the second holy monument.

When he saw the remaining contents on the holy monument, he couldn't help but feel happy:

"Sure enough."

This was another article he was familiar with, "Taoyao".

"Recipe, Shining."

"When a son marries, he should be a good match for his family."

"The peach tree is young and full of fruits."

"When a son marries, he should be a good match for his family."

Bai Qi waved his brush, and in just a short time, the heaven and the earth shook, the vital energy was shaken, and another stream of vital energy rushed into the sky, shaking the entire Yuan Dynasty capital.

Turn words into scriptures!

Another example of turning words into scriptures!

This is an unimaginable miracle in the Confucian and Taoist traditions, but it seems to be easy for the young man in front of him.

But at this moment, boom, suddenly, a huge vibration came from the side, and the ground beneath his feet shook violently. At the same time, a strong literary energy surged, like a huge wave, coming towards the stone chamber where Bai Qi was.

Judging from the distance, it seems to be inside the Temple of Literature.

"Huh? What is this?"

Bai Qi was writing a poem when he felt the huge vibration. He was surprised and subconsciously turned his head to take a look.

Behind Bai Qi, when the strange vibration came, those masters and great scholars opened their eyes wide, showing a hint of surprise.

"That direction... could it be?"

"There is no mistake, it is the Holy Temple!"

"How is that possible? The Temple of the Holy Ones has been silent for hundreds of years."

"The saints are in sync. Doesn't this indicate that something big is going to happen?"

……

Several great Confucian masters were whispering, but this time Bai Qi could hear it clearly.

Holy temple?

What is that place?

However, Bai Qi had no time to care about it, because no matter where it was, it had nothing to do with him now. He took a deep breath, quickly came back to his senses, and continued to focus his gaze on the holy monument in front of him.

Bai Qi didn't know that when Zhu Zi heard about the List of Holy Temples, there was obviously a ripple in his eyes.

He looked back and saw that the young scholar who was serving tea received the signal and quickly retreated with several other great scholars and walked towards another place.

The wind blew, and not far behind the library of the Wensheng Temple, an ancient temple stood.

The hall was unusually empty, without any statues standing there or any furniture. It was dusty and it seemed that few people came here normally.

However, the hall is not empty. There are scrolls hanging on the surrounding walls. Each scroll is a little yellowed, obviously with a long history. From a distance, one can smell a strong aura of majesty, sacredness and solemnity lingering on the surface.

Many of these scrolls are blank, and although some of them have human figures on them, they look like unfinished works. There are incense sticks offered under each scroll, which seems to show great respect for these paintings.

Among all the scrolls, only two are relatively clear. Upon closer inspection, they are portraits of Confucius and Mencius. However, despite this, Confucius' body is vaguely blurred, and Mencius only has half of his facial features.

At this moment, a drop of thick ink suddenly appeared out of thin air on a blank scroll next to it, and at that moment, the scroll seemed to have some kind of induction. With the drop of thick ink as the center, a human figure appeared from nothing. It looked like the thick ink was dropped into the water, soaking the surroundings.

As if they had their own life, lines appeared on the paper, becoming more and more numerous and clearer, clothes, face, nose, eyes... everything was revealed.

The man in the scroll had a sparkling look in his eyes, and the light became brighter and brighter, until finally the entire scroll burst into a dazzling light. Looking closely, thousands of chapters and sentences appeared in the light.

It was exactly the content of "Guanju" and "Taoyao" written by Bai Qi!

Bai Qi knew nothing about all this.

At this time in the stone chamber, more great Confucian scholars and masters were shocked by the content of the poems written by Bai Qi.

"The peach tree is young and luxuriant, its flowers are bright and brilliant..., what a good poem, but why is it a poem to congratulate a newlywed?"

Behind Bai Qi, a Confucian and Taoist master had mixed feelings.

The content of this poem also had a great impact on these old-fashioned, conservative, and traditional Confucian and Taoist masters.

The two poems that Bai Qi continued to write were either a gentleman's courtship poems to a young girl or poems to congratulate a newlywed. The content of the poems was bold and passionate, which was completely an area that Confucianism and Taoism rarely explored today.

If it were not for the testimony of the holy stele, the spiritual energy reaching the sky, the transformation of words into scriptures and other miraculous phenomena proving that this is the orthodox poetry of the Confucian and Taoist tradition, in any other occasion, nine out of ten times the great masters and Confucian scholars present would regard it as heresy.

Because it’s really... too shameful!

"Are we all wrong? There is such a huge difference between the Confucianism of ancient times and the Confucianism we follow today..."

Bai Qi’s ability to decipher the mystery of the holy stele is secondary; the impact on Confucian and Taoist thoughts and culture is the most shocking.

To some extent, the two poems written by Bai Qi have overturned their three views and their long-held understanding of the core of Confucianism and Taoism in their hearts.

"Hey, Confucius said 'food and sex are human nature', Confucianism is also the way of humanity, it cannot be separated from human desires. It's not that our ancestors were too bold, but that you are too pedantic."

"Perhaps these poems can really trigger a revolution among the Confucian scholars."

After Bai Qi finished writing a poem, he looked at the shocked or embarrassed expressions of the people behind him. He knew what they were thinking, so he couldn't help but chuckle and said secretly in his heart.

But at this moment, Bai Qi's heart moved and he suddenly thought of something.

Confucianism and Taoism are conservative, and most of their classics are about the principles of heaven, benevolence, justice, and propriety, which are dogmatic and restrict human desires. But the Book of Songs is different. The Book of Songs itself is a kind of Yuefu poetry, which was collected from various places among the people and is full of the release of humanity and emotions. It is a complement to the dogmatic Confucianism.

"Could it be that Zhu Xi had already understood the shortcomings of Confucianism in the recent ancient times, and that is why he attached so much importance to the Book of Songs?"

Bai Qi seemed to be thinking about something, but without thinking too much, he quickly walked to the third holy monument.

In the stone chamber, Bai Qi was concentrating, and the third stream of energy quickly shook the heavens and earth, rising into the sky above the Temple of the Holy Spirit of Literature again.

The third poem, "Jingnu" from Beifeng, describes the story of a secret meeting between two young men and women.

On the fourth holy monument was the "Jiang Jia" that Bai Qi was most familiar with.

"Jianjia is blue, white dew is frost."

"The so-called beauty is on the side of the water."

When Bai Qi wrote these words on the holy stele, the entire Wensheng Temple shook violently, and the fourth vast Confucian and Taoist essence penetrated the heaven and earth like a sharp sword, and went straight up to the stars.

In the back, many Confucian and Taoist masters who were watching were so shocked that they were speechless.