Book of Disaster

"This... is another poem that turns words into a scripture!"

Many of them have spent their entire lives studying classics and have a very deep understanding of Confucianism and Taoism, but things like turning words into scriptures are hard to come by. However, for the young man before them, it is as common as eating and drinking.

One poem, two poems, three poems, four poems, plus the one in Taishi Hall, Bai Qi has turned words into scriptures five times, which makes the Confucian and Taoist masters in the stone chamber feel ashamed.

"If this child... hadn't been born into a military family, he would probably be the reincarnation of an ancient saint!"

A Confucian and Taoist master couldn't help but say.

There is no other explanation for Bai Qi's behavior except that he is the reincarnation of a saint.

Zhu Zi looked thoughtfully at the four poems written by Bai Qi on the holy stele.

Love between man and woman!

Modern Confucianism and Taoism are ashamed to mention this, but in ancient Confucianism and Taoism, this was actually a part of it. If it were not for Bai Qi, they would probably never be able to appreciate this part of the ancient Book of Songs.

boom!

Suddenly, a sound of thunder came from the sky above the Temple of Literature.

"very strange."

Bai Qi muttered to himself but didn't take it to heart.

But Zhu Zi in the stone chamber suddenly looked up, as if he sensed something.

At this moment, if Bai Qi saw the scene outside the stone chamber, he would probably not think the same way as before.

Although the sky was clear and bright above the Wensheng Temple, for some unknown reason, dark clouds were gathering.

Not only that, the Temple of Saints next to the Temple of Literature, which hung portraits of various philosophers and sages, seemed to be influenced by the holy steles that Bai Qi continued to write. The literary energy it emanated from became increasingly stronger. As time passed, it even showed signs of materializing, transforming into a vast mass of milky white light that enveloped the entire Temple of Saints.

Bai Qi knew nothing about this.

"Somewhat something is wrong."

After Bai Qi finished writing the four holy tablets, he had a strange feeling in his heart, as if something was missing. However, when he glanced inside the stone chamber, he found nothing else.

He had a vague feeling that things were not done, as if these four holy monuments were just shadows, just part of something, and it would not be truly completed without completing the last part.

because--

Until now, the Heavenly Book has not yet given him any hint that he has successfully obtained the divine point.

"Zhu Zi, teachers, may I ask if there are any other relics left by ancient Confucianism and Taoism besides these four holy tablets?"

Bai Qi suddenly turned around and asked.

Zhu Zi was startled when he heard this, then quickly nodded:

"There is one more thing."

He waved his sleeves and quickly took out an old yellowed page of the book.

"When this ancient relic was first discovered, in addition to the holy tablets and the statue of Confucius, there was also a blank page with no words on it except for the words 'Book of Songs' at the top of the page."

"We have been comprehending for a long time but have gained nothing. Looking at the Great Yuan right now, I'm afraid you are the only one who can comprehend the mystery."

Bai Qi looked carefully and was stunned.

Just as Zhu Zi said, this palm-sized page of the book is blank, but... isn't this embarrassing for me?

The four holy tablets still have hints and some incomplete text on them. Bai Qi at least knows what to do, but this page...isn't this a complete wordless book?

Even though he possesses knowledge of another world, he is not a god. How can he solve such a problem without any source?

No matter how smart he is, it is impossible for him to comprehend the wordless heavenly book.

However, at this time, Zhu Zi had already handed over the page of the book. In front of so many masters and great scholars, everyone was looking at him expectantly, and Bai Qi could only bite the bullet and take it.

You are forcing someone to do something unmanageable!

If I had known this earlier, I wouldn't have shown up like this.

Bai Qi's scalp tingled. He dipped the brush in ink and hesitated.

The four holy steles in front of him raised the expectations of all the great masters present, including Zhu Xi, to the peak. If they did not do something or make some noise, they would be in a difficult situation.

"Oh, I forgot to mention that."

At this moment, Zhu Zi's gentle voice came again:

"This page contains the power of a saint. It seems that only three words can be written on it. Any more than three words will disappear."

"I have thought about it. If there are only three words written on a page, it is very likely to be the outline of the ancient Confucian and Taoist Book of Songs. But even if we figure this out, it will be useless. We still can't figure out what those three words are. If you can't think of it, don't force yourself."

Three words?

General outline?

According to Zhu Zi's opinion, it would be fine if Bai Qi couldn't do it, but after hearing these hints, Bai Qi's eyes lit up.

Bai Qi's knowledge of the Book of Songs only covers a few famous poems that are well-known to the public. If he were asked about other contents, he might be exposed. But if he was asked what the three words of the general outline of the Book of Songs were, Bai Qi would actually know the answer.

Thank you Chinese teacher!

Thanks to modern education!

Although I don’t know if this is the correct answer, I can only try it!

Bai Qi's eyes focused, he picked up the white jade python pen and wrote three words neatly on the blank page.

wind!

elegant!

Ode!

Although the Book of Songs has three hundred poems, strictly speaking, it can be divided into three parts: Feng, Ya, and Song. If we talk about the general outline, it can only be this.

When Bai Qi wrote the first "wind", there was a rumbling sound, the sky shook and the earth trembled, the literary energy in the Wensheng Temple became stronger, and the four holy steles, together with the incomplete statue of Confucius, suddenly burst out with vast and boundless spiritual energy, several times more than before.

The word "wind" seemed to have opened up a special space related to Confucianism and Taoism, releasing a massive amount of literary energy that had been accumulated for thousands of years from that world. With the Temple of the Saint of Literature as its center, it impacted the entire capital like a raging wave.

"This is--!"

On the official road outside the Temple of the Holy Spirit of Literature, Xi Xi was the first to feel something strange. Before he could react, boom! A powerful literary energy suddenly rushed into his body. In an instant, his whole body stiffened, and the literary energy in his body suddenly soared.

The realm that had not improved for more than ten years suddenly broke through at this moment, from a great scholar to a great scholar. He was so shocked that he couldn't react for a long time.

"This...what happened in the Temple of Literature? Why did my literary energy suddenly increase so much?"

The teacher looked ahead, looking embarrassed.

But he had no qualifications to enter the Temple of Literature, and had no way to ask.

And this is far from over.

When Bai Qi wrote the second word "Ya", the nearby temples suddenly reacted.

The wind was raging, the air was roaring, and the incense burners placed under the scroll were emitting smoke rising from the air. But at this moment, the incense sticks suddenly became straight like pillars, like wolf smoke, pointing straight to the sky.

Even the portraits of ancient saints hanging on the surrounding walls suddenly shook.

The vibrating sound almost resounded throughout the Temple of the Holy Spirit of Literature!

"The saints... the saints resonate with each other! How is this possible! Who touched upon the ancient sacred teachings to cause the disappeared ancient saints to respond to the human world?"

Outside the Temple of Saints, the great scholar who was guarding it was startled and looked suddenly into the temple, his heart filled with turmoil.

That kind of reaction…

Could it be!

The great scholar did not dare to think further, because this was a legend that only existed in mythology, and even the boldest person would not dare to fantasize about it.

But Bai Qi didn't know that the impact he caused was far more than that.

boom!

Just when Bai Qi finished understanding the mysteries of the three ancient poetry books, "Feng, Ya, and Song", the entire human world, from the Yuan Dynasty and Dayu to the human dynasties in the endless territories, countless powerful beings, countless isolated hermits, overlords, and giants, suddenly looked up as if stimulated by something.

"The celestial phenomena are abnormal. Who on earth caused such a large-scale disturbance?"

"No, this, this is... the Great Dao showing its holiness!"

"Someone has violated the rules of the avenue! It has caused resonance in the avenue!"

"Such a strong fluctuation, my god, such a huge impact, the celestial phenomena are in chaos, who on earth has such great courage and power!"

……

At this moment, countless powerful beings all looked up at the void and cried out in surprise.

Just above their heads, the sky was calm, but what they saw was completely different from what ordinary people saw.

Deep in the sky, at the end of the universe, the Great Dao Void that had been declining since ancient times was now rising and falling like a violent storm, creating huge waves.

In this dark and ancient starry sky, everyone saw a blazing light rising.

It was a long-dormant rule of the avenue, and it was also the most powerful source of all. After a long period of sealing and silence, it was slowly awakening from the endless torrent of time, and was gathering its lost power to cause even greater waves...

They were all martial arts masters who had lived for a very long time, but they had never experienced such a vast scene or witnessed the revival of an ancient avenue that had been lost for a long time.