All the Confucian masters who came out to greet him returned to the Wenting through the paths on both sides of the gate.
Fu Xie was surprised when he saw that they did not go through the good gate, but took the mountain trails on both sides of the mountain gate. What was the reason?
Before approaching the mountain gate, the two heavy doors slowly closed, as if they were once again covered in dust and rejected by the world.
Shen Yue was afraid that Fu Xie would be a little unhappy if he thought Lingshan didn't welcome him, so he explained: "The main entrance of Lingshan Wenting has a nine-layered door. This outermost layer is only the first layer, and there is an eighth-layered door inside."
"This nine-layered door is usually closed. Even Wenting disciples only go through it once every sixty years, but I have never walked through it."
Xie Fu asked deliberately: "Then when will it open to welcome guests?"
Shen Yue responded: "When distinguished guests come, these nine doors will be opened to welcome them."
Xie Fu smiled and said, "Is Wang Wanzhi right?"
Shen Yue nodded: "Wang Wanzhi has a great reputation in the world, but for our Lingshan Wenting, no matter how resounding the worldly reputation is, it is not worth mentioning. The reason why we attach so much importance to her is because Wang Wanzhi is the future Lingshan Wenting appointed by the old literary saint. Lord, the old literary saint visited the royal family in Jinling three times, the first time was to die for Wang Wanzhi, and the second time was to preach."
Xie Fu asked: "What about the third time?"
Shen Yue smiled: "No one knows, maybe he invited Wang Wan to come to Lingshan as a literary saint."
Xie Fu smiled and said: "Master Shen Xuan, you boldly asserted at the beginning that if I became a member of Wen Ting, I would definitely be the master of Wen Ting one day."
Shen Yue responded: "That's what I really thought at the time, but Shen's ability is naturally far inferior to the great supernatural power of the old literary saint. This is just Shen's personal opinion."
He laughed loudly as he spoke: "Perhaps without Wang Wanzhi, Mr. Xie would be the most outstanding genius in literature. Even if Mr. Xie can be better than Wang Wanzhi, he may not be the person who is favored by everyone and will return to the sea."
Xie Fu smiled slightly: "It's true, I have no intention of asking Wen Ting."
Shen Yue responded calmly: "The same is true for Wang Wanzhi. You two are somewhat similar in this regard."
Xie Fu came to the mountain gate, stopped, and looked at the simple and heavy first door. Wang Wanzhi can get this incomparable honor of respect, why can't I?
Wang Wanzhi can do it, but I'm afraid I can do better than her. If not, what qualifications do I have to marry her.
Although she is extremely talented and famous, and is respected and respected by the world, it is just the icing on the cake for her reputation as a royal family.
Shen Yuepo said thoughtfully: "Master Xie, I seem to be able to feel your changes along the way."
Thank you Fu.
Shen Yue smiled and said: "The sharp edge is revealed, as if your sword is finally willing to be unsheathed."
Xie Fu laughed: "Master Shen Xuan, I will accept your good advice."
After people go through a series of things, they will always grow and make changes, right?
From a young man with no pursuits to meeting his master Chu Yue, he embarks on the road with hatred and courage. He also has to go from forbearing to letting go of himself.
A winding mountain path, with the outer wall of Wenting on one side and a steep valley on the other side.
The mountain trail is very long, and it seems to have no end. Of course, this is just an illusion.
Soon Fu Xie discovered the ingenuity of the Feng Shui layout. The outer wall was surrounded by mountains and valleys. The Lingshan Wenting seemed to be built on the Xuanwu that had been leaning down. The courtyard of the Lingshan Wenting was the head of the Xuanwu. The layers of Qiongtai pavilions and other buildings are like the body of Xuanwu.
And spreading all the way to the top of the mountain, the straight peak stone is like a snake-shaped basalt tail.
In the middle of the journey, an open door finally appeared.
There is nothing surprising about the entrance. If it were not for the high wall on the left along the way, one would have thought it was a house in the deep mountains and old forests.
My home is in this mountain, deep in the clouds and I don’t know where it is, that’s probably it.
Before entering the door, Shen Yue recited the mantra silently. As he recited silently, the door suddenly looked like a bubble with a color flowing on its surface.
Shen Yue simply explained: "Entering this door is like washing and changing clothes, otherwise it will be very troublesome."
Xie Fu smiled and said: "Is it a kind of identity mark?"
Shen Yue responded: "Thank you, Mr. Xie, for your cleverness. There are many boundaries set by the sages in this Lingshan Wenting. Outsiders can easily trigger warnings or bring danger."
After Shen Yue finished explaining, he led Xie Fu in.
Entering Lingshan Wenting, Shen Yue took Xie Fu to a courtyard.
In the yard, there is a young man in blue Confucian clothes, sitting cross-legged under a cypress tree, with his eyes closed and meditative. His lips move slightly, but silently. At first glance, he looks a bit like a Taoist fairy. .
The main branches of the cypress are as dark as burnt, but the branches and leaves are still green, vigorous and straight, full of vitality.
Xie Fu knew it well, and lightning struck the cypress tree.
Thousands of miles of yellow clouds and white sun, and the north wind blows the geese and snow.
In this cold winter world, all other trees have only bare branches, but the cypress is still evergreen all year round.
Xie Fu's mind moved, and it seemed that he could feel the connection between heaven and earth more clearly here. Just like when you see fire, you know that fire will burn people, but when you bring your hand closer, you can feel the heat and pain of fire more clearly. , this is a difference between self-awareness and reality.
The man in green seemed to feel the energy fluctuations, opened his eyes, looked at Shen Yue, and said happily: "Master, you are back."
Shen Yue immediately introduced: "Daqing, this is Fu Xie, please settle down and take him to get familiar with Lingshan."
After saying this, Shen Yue said to Xie Fu: "I have something to do, I will come back later."
Xie Fu nodded.
Shen Yue left in a hurry.
A young man dressed in blue and Confucian uniform walked over to Fu Xie and said hello: "Hello, I am Liu Daqing."
"Hello, I am Xie Fu."
"Thank you, Master, are you Master's new disciple?"
"Uh..." Master Xie didn't know how to answer. He came here to study literature and art, and it was reasonable to call him "Master".
Liu Daqing saw Xie Fu Yu paused and said with a smile: "Do you still have to pass the master's assessment? Don't be discouraged. Those who can enter the Lingshan Wenting are no longer ordinary people."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Xie Fu looked at Liu Daqing, who was wearing green Confucian clothes. Liu Daqing immediately smiled and said: "I can't wear these clothes casually.
In Wen Ting, the color of clothes represents one’s cultivation status.”
Fu Xie heard Liu Daqing's words showing a bit of pride and asked: "Daqing, what is your cultivation level?"
"I am a true Confucian practitioner, and I have been able to learn the mantra of congratulations."
Liu Daqing looked at Fu Xie as he spoke, but found that Fu Xie did not show the slightest expression of envy and admiration, and asked: "Do you know what Zhengru means?"
Xie Fu asked: "Are there very few people in Lingshan who have reached the level of Confucianism?"
Xie Fu's words immediately shattered Liu Daqing's pride.
Liu Daqing restrained his pride and said: "Lingshan Wenting is the leader of the world's civilized people. Although being a good Confucian scholar is not a big deal here, it is not difficult to find an official position in the secular world.
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Xie Fu smiled and said, "Oh, Mr. Guan."
Liu Daqing said: "How can a person who practices Taoism be an official? Excessive desires are a taboo in practicing literature and art. Thank you, Fu. You must remember this."
Xie Fu smiled, it was you who told me first.
"Come, I'll take you to put down your luggage first, and then I'll take you to get familiar with Lingshan."
Liu Daqing enthusiastically helped Xie Fu hold his backpack and led Xie Fu to stay.
Arriving at the room, Fu Xie scanned the sparsely furnished room.
Upon seeing this, Liu Daqing smiled and said: "This is a place of pure cultivation. You are not here to enjoy it. There is nothing to enjoy if you cultivate at sunrise and rest at sunset every day."
Xie Fu nodded. He was not here to enjoy it. He smiled and said, "Da Qing, then you must be living a very miserable and lonely life here."
These words almost made Liu Daqing collapse again, and he said with a smile: "When you pass the master's examination and the master accepts you as a disciple, I will be your senior brother. Don't worry, my senior brother will take care of you. This is a literary secret, senior brother, I will
I will also give you lots of advice."
After putting down his luggage, Liu Daqing couldn't help but said: "Thank you, Fu, how about I take you to get familiar with Lingshan first."
This was exactly what Xie Fu wanted, so he responded: "Okay."
There are paths with fallen leaves along the way, simple stone steps, heavy stone bell pavilions, and pavilions bathed in mountain scenery...
The buildings are in sequence, the archways are lined up, and there are many gates. There are strong traces of history in the simplicity.
Liu Daqing seemed to have been cultivating alone for a long time, and finally found a companion. He was very enthusiastic and active, and took the initiative to introduce everything about Lingshan to Xie Fu along the way.
"This is the lightning-struck jujube tree. It is the dojo of my uncle who has attained a higher level of cultivation. There are nine lightning-struck jujube trees in this Lingshan..."
"That's Wenqing Pavilion, where my uncle lives. My uncle is a mysterious man in red. He has reached the level of Zhengxuan and has great magical powers..."
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Although Liu Daqing wanted Xie Fu to show an expression of wonder, Xie Fu remained very calm.
Xie Fu smiled and said: "Although it feels a little more like a paradise, it is not much different from ordinary temples."
When he was young, he often stayed in Daming Temple in Yangzhou to study, so he was more accustomed to this kind of pure and dustless Zen environment, far away from the fireworks and red dust.
Liu Daqing was surprised. After hesitating for a moment, he said, "I'll take you somewhere to open your eyes."
Liu Daqing led Xie Fu towards the mountain peak, so there were steps along the way, turning around and around the tiered pavilions built according to the mountain, and one door after another.
While leading the way, Liu Daqing did not forget to introduce: "Thank you, Master, don't think that these gates are ordinary. In fact, they have set boundaries. When entering the Wenting, the master must have washed and changed clothes for fasting.
Otherwise, this would have violated the boundaries."
Xie Fu asked: "What will happen if the boundary is triggered?"
"The effects vary depending on the strength. Some boundaries serve as warnings. Wen Ting will know when someone breaks into this place. Some boundaries are as strong as barriers and will directly block you out."
"By the way, do you know what the barrier is?"
"Master Shen Xuan told me."
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Xie Fu didn't know how many steps he walked up, how many layers of pavilions he walked around, and how many gates he passed. During the gap between the two of them talking, they came to a palace.
The quaint temple, full of historical heaviness, is inexplicably filled with a sacred atmosphere.
