A sudden strange phenomenon appeared in the sky above the imperial capital, attracting thousands of people to empty the streets. Tens of millions of Han people all raised their heads to look in the direction of the Dynasty Academy. Their hearts were shaken. They didn't know which great master of literature and art was about to break through the realm.
With his heart racing, Liu Hao flicked his sleeves, summoned the real dragon, and immediately rode the dragon straight to the Imperial Academy.
Since the establishment of the Heavenly Realm, the foundation has become increasingly solid, leading to today's auspiciousness. Naturally, it is not to be missed.
Dynasty Academy.
That ancient bell rang majestically, and the ancient sages chanted sutras, slowly coming from the sky and reaching everyone's ears, deafening them.
"Writing is like martial arts. Every move in martial arts has momentum, and so does writing."
"The virtues of articles are blended with vitality and spirit, and are reasonable. They are not inferior to martial arts. If the articles of sages are full of energy and fill the world, we scholars, after getting rid of distracting thoughts, can focus on our eyes, even though our eyes are
I can't see it, but I feel it in my heart. Today, with my voice, I will open the door to heaven for scholars all over the world..."
Xunzi's crown was slowly lifted, his eyes were full of divine light, and he spoke slowly. His old back was stooped, but his voice was like a dragon's chant, which resonated with the sound of the sages chanting sutras and the ancient bells, making heaven and earth...
The vibration also brings about a strange enlightenment in the hearts of those who hear the sound.
After the turbulence of ancient times, saints fell, and the inheritance of literature and Taoism gradually declined. There were no literary saints born among tens of millions of people.
The evolution of order, the cold rules of survival, and the way of heaven have formed invisible shackles that imprison people's thoughts, making it difficult for a poor family to produce a noble son!
However, after Liu Hao established himself as a leader and started to practice literary and Taoism, it gradually began to show signs of resurgence.
After Xunzi led many Confucian scholars to join the Han Dynasty in the Qin world, he did not hold any official position in the court. Instead, he entered the dynasty's academy and became the administrator of thousands of classics.
After living in seclusion for several years and not caring about worldly affairs, this wise old man who has a thorough understanding of the world has read thousands of ancient books and finally integrated the wisdom of several worlds into a family.
Today, it can be said that we have accumulated a lot of experience, preached in the academy, and resonated with the ancestors.
"Being promoted to a literary saint is like a warrior being promoted to a land immortal. He will suffer a catastrophe from heaven. Xunzi's mortal body is old and cannot survive..."
Liu Hao's expression changed several times, and finally he sighed. He knew that this Confucian sage, who was called "Zi" by scholars all over the world, was destined to perish today.
Although he knew that he was destined to perish, Xunzi would not stop. He wanted to burn himself, fulfill his righteousness, and open up the closed path of literary cultivation for scholars all over the world.
This is tantamount to going against the way of heaven, and it is so difficult. The invisible shackles of the way of heaven imprisoned Xunzi's spirit and wanted to completely obliterate his mind and body.
"Oh! Let me help you."
Liu Hao sighed softly, took out the glorious divine emblem from the world of heaven and earth, and shattered it gently.
This is an artifact laid out by the Holy See in the West that condenses the power of the common people. It contains the purest spiritual power in the world. It can make the Pope of the Holy See transform from a mortal body to a demigod, and it can also allow Xunzi to transform from an old man who knows his destiny.
Become a literary saint.
Thousands of light spots are like fireflies, flying into the air, and finally converge into Xunzi's acupoint.
Absorbing this pure energy, Xunzi's body erupted with divine radiance, and dense dots of light scattered in the air, as if countless gods were chanting sutras, emitting thousands of rays of light, illuminating the blue sky.
At this moment, Xunzi's rickety back suddenly straightened, his originally thin body suddenly became taller, and he chanted loudly:
"Today, I will pass on the meaning of the Five Classics to the emperor and teach the emperor the art of teaching the people of the world."
"A scholar should have integrity, write about the Spring and Autumn Period with pen and ink, and defeat all enemies with a single stroke of his brush!"
"Cultivation of literature and entering the court, inheriting the king's favor and serving the country, is what a minister should do!"
"A gentleman's heart is nothing more than being sincere. If you are sincere, there is nothing else to do."
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"When the Holy Emperor is on the throne, martial arts flourish, literature flourishes, and humanity flourishes."
As Xunzi chanted, the ancient bell in the Imperial Academy kept ringing.
The Confucian scholars present were baptized by the vast light of literature, and their minds were intoxicated. They suddenly became enlightened, as if they had sensed the spirit of the ancient saints of literature, and felt the awe-inspiring momentum, the greatness that cannot be expressed in words!
"Both life and death are good, and humanity has been completed. I would like to thank Your Majesty for this."
The saint's long chant stopped abruptly, and Xunzi's body gradually disappeared, turning into countless lights and shadows, dissipating between the sky and the earth, but that awe-inspiring voice was deafening and always echoed in everyone's ears.
Opening up the Heavenly Gate of Literature, this move will benefit future generations of scholars, but it can be said to be going against the will of heaven, and will naturally lead to disasters from heaven.
Today, hundreds of saints chanted in unison, and Xunzi had exhausted all his energy and spirit.
The pure energy consumed by the divine emblem was exhausted, and in the end it only protected Xunzi's soul, but failed to protect Xunzi's body. That awe-inspiring literary spirit was thrown into the dynasty academy.
With his cultivation and mastery of all kinds of incredible secret techniques, it is not difficult to resurrect a person who has just died, but at the moment, he is unable to reshape a flesh and blood body.
"Xunzi's majestic literary spirit inspired hundreds of ancient saints to sing in unison, breaking the shackles of heaven. His thoughts are immortal and will last forever. In the future, accepting the faith and thought power of hundreds of millions of people, he may not be able to shape the human body again..."
After a moment of silence, Liu Hao sighed softly and said, "Instruct the Ministry of Industry to cast an image of Xunzi and place it in the academy for future generations to admire."
Xunzi is the only scholar in the world who can be called "Zi".
Fu Nian, Chu Nan Gong, Yan Lu and others stood in the imperial academy with tears streaming down their lapels, speechless for a long time.
They have felt the spirit of Xunzi, they have seen through life and death, for the sake of literature and the common people, they have also seen through the way of life and death.
Since Confucius traveled around the world with a man and a horse, and had three thousand disciples, everyone in the world admired him. Today, Xunzi sacrifices himself for the people of the world to open the door to the world of civilization. This spirit is also worthy of admiration.
Zhang Liang, one of the youngest of the Seven Great Military Advisors, put down the book in his hand and looked up at the sky, feeling very excited.
Han Fei and Li Si were both disciples of Xunzi, and they inherited Xunzi's spirit. Although they were not in the imperial capital at this time, they felt something in their hearts. They both put aside everything, walked to the window, and worshiped silently in the direction of the Dynasty Academy.