Seeing the performance of these people, Yang Zhen seemed to have eaten a fly, and pointed at Xu Gong and others with constipation on his face and said,

"You guys, are you all crazy?"

Zhou Yi glanced at Yang Zhen, turned around and said to Yan Shenggong, "Since the master has not wiped the wound on Brother Zhu's face, he doesn't mind that we will tell you about this. Yan Shenggong is clear about it, but the wound on Brother Zhu's face was punched by the Supreme Saint Master. What does this mean? I don't think I need to say more."

After hearing the news, Yan Shenggong walked closer and looked at Zhu Hanwen carefully, pulled him down aside, and asked, "Do you have something to leave behind?"

Zhu Hanwen repeated what the Supreme Master said to him in the original form. He himself knew how big the matter involved was. He found out that there was a bit of fake or exaggerated thing that he might not be able to live without the Yanshenggong Mansion. After he finished speaking, Yanshenggong's face was unstable, and he paced back and forth, as if he was hesitating about a big thing. After thinking for a long time, he finally said to him,

"Boy, don't make any noise about the inheritance of the Supreme Master. I will cover up your past for you. Your current strength is really not up to the forefront. Since the development of Confucianism has been in the three sects and six arts, there are countless disciples of the three sects and six arts. You, a minor generation, can't be pushed back and forth. Since the Book of Books has been passed down to you, how do you feel?"

"I didn't feel it. After I put it in the sea of ​​consciousness, I also tried to read or activate it, but I didn't respond."

"You can take it out and let me see."

"Okay." As Zhu Hanwen said that, he thought about it and rolled up the ancient bamboo slips. Yan Shenggong took it over and looked at it for a while but couldn't start. He just felt the mighty power of the saint coming from above, and he would definitely be a saint's object.

"It seems that this is the real test for you. I don't know what special things are about you, which can make the Supreme Master look at you."

"How do you say it?" Zhu Hanwen asked, but muttered in his heart. It would be too much for me to beat me like this without saying a word? If I hadn't taken the face of Zhu Guo, how could I choose such an unknown man as a legacy man.

When Yan Shenggong saw his eyes rolling around, he knew that the boy was dissatisfied and said in a deep voice, "Do you really feel that you have passed the test?"

"How to say it?"

"Do you think you died in the last step to pass the test?" Yan Shenggong smiled contemptuously, "If I tell you, there are 699 people who came to the back garden to participate in the "The Dead" test this time, and 82 people who went to the last step like you, including the big monster with you."

"What?"

"Hmph, do you really think that there are no capable people in Confucianism? Only you six can get to that point? Let me tell you, these 82 people are the mainstay of my Confucianism in the future. As for Xu Gong, Zhou Yi and others actually took one more step than you. They walked to the door alive. Do you know your gap?"

The words of Yan Shenggong shocked Zhu Hanwen, but now he has happily accepted the fact that his cultivation level is not good, so there is no change on his face. Seeing Zhu Hanwen so calm, Yan Shenggong nodded silently in his heart. This boy's nature is still rare, and he continued to say,

"As for the test in the altar, I can tell you very responsibly that no matter what you write, it is right. But the Holy Master did not expect that you would be so muddy and unable to support the wall, so he could only beat you in front of everyone to show intimacy and divert everyone's attention. Do you see if no one cares about your answer now?"

"This is OK?"

"The wisdom of a saint cannot be seen by ordinary people. Don't think that this is because Uncle Zhang has a great reputation. Although Confucianism is not as talented as before, his ancestors will never be around one and a half saints. Even the saint five hundred years ago, he would still be polite to his disciples when he saw his ancestors. There is a deeper reason why the ancestors take care of you so much."

The words of Yan Shenggong made Zhu Hanwen very puzzled. What special things do he have to make so many people value him so much? Even the dignified leader of the sect and the saints and masters took care of him so much. What is the purpose of? The more Zhu Hanwen thought about it, the more he couldn't figure it out. He stared at Yan Shenggong with his eyes straight, and his mind was full of troubles and difficult to sort out.

He was really uncomfortable when he saw it, but he couldn't say more, so he had to say, "Ah, by the way, Uncle Zhang had something to bring to you before leaving. If you fail the test of a master and fail to obtain the inheritance of a master, you will temporarily practice in the altar room and wait for the father and son to come back. If you pass the test of a master, you will go to the Confucian Temple, but remember not to be arrogant, act according to the opportunity, and do not return to the Yansheng Palace immediately to wait for them."

"What should I do after I arrive at the Confucian Temple?" Zhu Hanwen vaguely guessed what happened to Shangzhu Kingdom asking him to go to the Confucian Temple Fair.

"Hey! Forget it, Uncle Zhang is probably going to be this far. If I had known that I would have promised him how good he could still sell him a favor. You and your two friends should live with me first. I will take you to a place tomorrow." After that, Yan Shenggong returned to the garden and began to arrange students from the five major academies and other Confucian children who came from afar. People would not come here for nothing. Finally, they decided to be led by Yan Shenggong in the Confucius Temple. The leaders of the five major academies worked together to give lectures for all students for three days, and the lecture days were set for three days.

Back in the garden, he met with Fan Zhen and Hou Lie. The three of them were arranged to live in the back five rooms. Zhu Hanwen couldn't suppress his curiosity and asked Fan Zhen, "How far have you gone in "the dead?" What puzzled him the most just now was Fan Zhen. Hou Lie could walk to the door with him. Fan Zhen's cultivation was definitely stronger than him. Why didn't she go to the end?

Fan Zhen said nothing, "I took a few steps and found that I got older and older, so I gave up. I didn't want to know how old and ugly I am!" This stupid girl actually failed the test. How did this brain circuit grow? Before Zhu Hanwen could complain, Fan Zhen said again, "Besides, even if I am a Buddhist disciple, who will pass the test, who will pass the inheritance to an outsider? I will not do it because of thankless things." She saw it clearly. Through this period of contact, Zhu Hanwen found that although Fan Zhen looked stupid and still silly, he saw many things very clearly, which may be due to her instinct.

There was nothing to say all night, and early the next morning, Zhu Hanwen was called up. The Yansheng Gong Mansion was very rules. There were regulations on getting up early, washing and eating, and it was not early or late. After eating breakfast, Yansheng Gong asked the old lady in the family. After checking the homework of the second and third generations of children, he also handled a lot of clan affairs and Confucian internal affairs that had accumulated on the first day. Then Zhu Hanwen, who had been sitting on his butt, left Yansheng Gong Mansion. He left Yansheng Gong Mansion and took a car

Following the main road, he left the Qufu City Gate and got off the car in front of a huge archway not far from the city gate. Yan Shenggong got off the car and bowed slightly to the archway, then waved to Kong Youxuan to drive away. Zhu Hanwen followed Yan Shenggong to get off the car and saw that there were four big characters "Eternal Changchun" written on it. Then he realized that he had arrived at the Confucian. Following the Shinto to the center of the Confucianism, it was the tomb of the Supreme Master. The two respectfully bowed to the tomb of the Master, and then Yan Shenggong stood in front of the tombstone.

"The way of teachings by my saints, and the way of the three generations of ancestors is like the sun and the moon passing through the sky. Later generations have heard of people, either by learning or by doing things, and they all are passed on to the genealogy. Later generations have been reading their books in their courtyards, so can they not be silly or by silly or by silly or by sacrificing them, and they can be well-received and thought about how to follow them? The prosperity of the Tao of the underworld is related to the rise and fall of the world. Since the evil sayings of the world have emerged, the patriarchal law has been lost and the morality is normal, and social customs are gradually fading. When gentlemen worry about it, Zhang Xuyi teaches him. The people are righteous, saying that those who seek the genealogy are those who learn the way of the saints. They are profound and meaningful, let alone the saints! Our clan members should know what to do..." The "Preface to the Genealogy of the Kong Family" was chanted in Yan Shenggong's mouth, and every word seemed to have a special rhythm. With Yan Shenggong's chanting, a purple mist faintly rose up in the entire Confucian scholars, and the fog became thicker and thicker, and there was nowhere else except the tomb of the ancestor.

"This purple mist is the literary spirit left by the sages of the past dynasties throughout their lives. Although it cannot help you improve your cultivation, it can nourish your cultural context and deepen your understanding of knowledge. Feel it with your heart, and I will protect you."

Zhu Hanwen was not polite, and quickly sat down cross-legged, circling the true qi in his body to try to absorb the purple qi around him. "You...who asked you to use the Taoist technique to collect the purple qi?" Yan Shenggong was so angry that his beard was raised, which was really similar to the Supreme Master. Zhu Hanwen hurriedly stopped the exercise, but what embarrassing thing was that he did not know Confucian skills, so what should he do?

Yan Shenggong seemed to have discovered Zhu Hanwen's dilemma, came to Zhu Hanwen and said in a deep voice, "I am now telling you about the introductory mental method of Confucianism's "Standing Words". You are the master of literature now. Practicing "Standing Words" will achieve twice the result with half the effort. This set of mental methods can also help you better use your cultural context." After saying that, Yan Shenggong pointed to Zhu Hanwen's forehead, and a set of strange mental methods poured into Zhu Hanwen's brain. After reading this set of mental methods, Zhu Hanwen realized the difference between Confucianism and Taoism and Buddhism.

Taoism practices oneself, one's own progress, and practices Taoism and alchemy, and pursues ascension in the sun and ascends to immortality. Buddhism practices after death, practices Buddhism in this life to save all sentient beings, and pursues the enlightenment of Arhat after passing away and to be reborn in the Pure Land. Confucianism cultivates the world, whether it is to make meritorious, to establish words or virtue in the end, to benefit the world and benefit future generations. Therefore, the core of this introductory mind method of "making words" is to express one's thoughts and write one's thoughts and carry the Tao.

When Duke Yan Sheng saw that this kid was finally getting started, he breathed a sigh of relief. Since Uncle Zhang and the Supreme Master valued you so much, I can't provide you with some help, and see where you will go in the future.

Zhu Hanwen naturally didn't know what Yan Shenggong was thinking, and he was immersed in cultivation. Moreover, as he deepened his cultivation, he actually found that he could feel the situation of Fairy Jinghuan thousands of kilometers away, and Fairy Jinghuan's current state seemed to be incorrect.

"Fairy, fairy, can you receive my words?"

"Mr. Wen? Is it you?"

"It's me."

"Master Wen saves me, I'm going to be sealed!"

"What's the situation?! Fairy! Where are you? How is Bai Zhi?"

"Bai Zhi is fine. There has been a suction force in the past few days to suck me away. I vaguely feel that many literary spirits like me have been sealed by this suction force."

"Then you come back first, hide in my sea of ​​consciousness and I will see who can touch you."

"Okay, not good! Master Wen, the suction force suddenly becomes stronger, Master Wen saves..."

"Fairy! Fairy!" No matter how hard Zhu Hanwen tried, he could no longer feel the existence of Fairy Jinghuan. The first page of "Fengyue Baojian" in the sea of ​​consciousness has become blank.
Chapter completed!