Rise of Qinglian

After a cup of tea, they appeared in Huguan City. There was a large group of Confucian scholars wearing uniform red Confucian shirts on the street. They walked together in groups, most of them were immortal cultivators. Each of them held a bouquet of lit candles. Sandalwood was walking up and down the street with a respectful expression, led by the Danjie monks with serious expressions.

"Tianwen, what's going on?"

Wang Qingshan asked curiously. If he guessed correctly, it should be some kind of sacrificial activity.

"Qi Bo Gong, today is the birthday of Saint Kong. Everyone from the emperor to ordinary people must pay homage to Saint Kong. This is a very important festival in the Yan Dynasty."

"Sage Kong's birthday? It's interesting. Let's find a place to stay first!"

They found an inn and stayed there.

Wang Tianwen put on a red Confucian shirt and held a bouquet of lit sandalwood in his hand.

"Seventh Uncle, today is the birthday of Saint Kong. I have to attend. I'm afraid I won't be able to accompany you."

Wang Tianwen looked apologetic.

Wang Qingshan waved his hand and said with a smile: "It doesn't matter. You are busy with your work. We will wait for you to finish your work before leaving. There is no rush for these few days."

Wang Tianwen held a bunch of lit sandalwood in his hand and walked out of the inn. Several Confucian scholars wearing red Confucian shirts followed him.

"Only I, Confucius, have virtues that are as high as the sky and the earth, my virtues are as bright as the sun and the moon, I have taught hundreds of kings, and I am superior to all the saints. I can only respect his virtues and teach everyone to correct their lives..."

Wang Tianwen recited the sacrificial inscriptions while walking on the street, and the Confucian scholars behind him followed suit.

The air is filled with thick sandalwood, and bursts of neat chanting can be heard.

"Uncle Qi, the Confucianism and Taoism in the world of immortality in the Central Plains is quite interesting."

Wang Qiuming looked at the red-clothed scholars walking through the street and said with a smile.

"Let's take a look and see it as an eye-opener. Maybe there is something we can learn from."

Wang Qingshan and Wang Qiuming followed Wang Tianwen's team. Confucian scholars in red continued to join Wang Tianwen's team. Everyone was reciting sacrificial inscriptions, mainly praising Confucius.

The teams walked around the streets without any rules, and the number of people continued to expand. After a cup of tea, dozens of teams gathered in a square of more than 100 acres. There were thousands of cultivators, including men, women, old and young. , they wore uniform red Confucian shirts and looked very spectacular.

In the center of the square stands a statue of Saint Kong that is more than thirty feet tall. Saint Kong is holding an ancient scroll in his right hand, looking into the distance with kind eyes and looking into the distance, as if he is teaching.

Next to Saint Kong, there are three circular high platforms. Three Nascent Soul monks, two men and one woman, are sitting on the three circular high platforms. They are all wearing red Confucian shirts and looking solemn.

Not far away, there is a red altar table about ten feet long, with some spiritual fruits placed on it. Next to it is a huge red incense burner with a large amount of sandalwood inserted in it. Three ten-foot-long golden sandalwood sticks are inserted in it, exuding a Wang Qingshan smelled a bit of the strange fragrance, and felt refreshed and refreshed.

"Third-level spiritual incense!"

Wang Qingshan was a little surprised. The Yuanying monks had come forward. It must be more than just offering sacrifices.

Thousands of Confucian scholars stood around the statue of Saint Confucius. They stood in order, and everyone's eyes were pious. Judging from their words and deeds, it was not the first time for them to participate in the birthday of Saint Confucius, and they were relatively skilled.

The three Yuanying monks stood up and bowed to the statue of Saint Kong. A middle-aged man with a majestic face said:

"Seven hundred years after the promulgation of virtue in the Yan Dynasty, I respectfully celebrate the 78,345th anniversary of the birth of my ancestor Confucius. I would like to enjoy fragrant flowers, wine and fruits, and dance elegant music. I have no respect for the Master and the spirit of all the holy oaths. Where is the heaven and the earth? Come? How can human beings be born? If they are the same as real creatures, they will not continue..."

After reciting the sacrificial inscriptions, three Nascent Soul monks led the Confucian scholars to pay homage to Saint Kong. Everyone looked very pious.

After worshiping Saint Kong, the middle-aged man's eyes slowly passed over the many Confucian scholars and said in a deep voice: "Sage Kong said: There is no distinction between teachings. As disciples of Saint Kong, we should carry forward this fine tradition. I am good at painting." Landscape painting, let me tell you about painting.”

The middle-aged man talked about painting. On the surface, it is painting, but in fact it contains Taoism. How much he can understand depends on the individual.

Three Nascent Soul monks talked about different contents, such as painting, life, refining weapons, etc.

Wang Qingshan nodded secretly. The Wang family could learn from this and hold large-scale festivals regularly to enhance the clan's sense of belonging and cohesion. High-level monks would come forward to preach.

The sermon lasted for a whole day. After the three Yuanying monks finished their sermons, it was time for a defense session. The Yuanying monks would answer some of the monks' questions about cultivation or how to behave in the world.

After nightfall, the sky darkened, the lights in the square were bright, and the sermon was over. However, there were many Confucian scholars staying in the square. They listened to the sermons of the Yuanying monks, and occasionally had some insights, so they stayed in the square to comprehend.

A huge cyan light curtain covered the north of the square, and every Confucian scholar was protected by the formation to avoid outside interference.

Wang Tianwen sat cross-legged on the ground with his eyes slightly closed. He listened to the sermons of the three Nascent Soul monks. He occasionally had some insights and was comprehending them with his heart.

Enlightenment is a matter of mystery and mystery. It can take as short as a few hours or as long as decades. There once was a Confucian scholar in the alchemy stage who listened to the sermons of Yuanying monks. He occasionally had enlightenment. He did not take any spiritual substances. After sitting in meditation for fifty years, he understood the Tao. The true meaning of Dharma entered the Nascent Soul stage, and this incident became a good story for a time.

Wang Qingshan and Wang Qiuming stayed near the square. They had plenty of time and were not worried about wasting time.

A month passed, and people got up and left one after another. Some monks advanced from the third floor to the fifth floor of the foundation building, while some monks stayed put. There were seven alchemy monks sitting in the square. They all had some insights, but they didn't know that they When to wake up.

Wang Qingshan had been in epiphany for several months, and he was not sure when Wang Qiuming would wake up, so he stayed nearby for the time being.

Wang Tianwen closed his eyes slightly, and he felt that he appeared in a gray space. There was a cyan wooden table in the space, and there were pens, inks, paper and inkstones on the wooden table.

He stood beside the blue wooden table with a look of reminiscence on his face, as if he was thinking about something.

After an unknown amount of time, Wang Tianwen suddenly put down his pen, and a lotus flower appeared on the drawing paper. The lotus flower was in bud.

His right hand flashed with spiritual light, and he grabbed the drawing paper into the void. A sparkling lotus flower suddenly appeared in his hand, and the rays of light flowed uncertainly.

"I understand that when you first learn to paint, you should paint mountains as mountains and water as water. The second level is to paint mountains but not mountains and water as water. The highest level is to paint mountains as mountains and water as water."

He only felt that the gray space suddenly shattered, and he returned to reality.

"Three levels of elixir formation!"

Wang Tianwen looked happy, and he could clearly feel that his aura was much stronger.

He was previously at the second level of Dan Jie, and the Yuanying monk preached, allowing him to save several years of hard training and advance to the third level of Dan Jie.

He stood up, punched the statue of Saint Kong and bowed: "Thank you, Master Kong."