In Wenquxing Temple.
A Confucian scholar in green shirt stood under the eaves.
Looking back at the tablets of literary saints from past dynasties.
Seeing that these tablets were all shaking, the scholar in blue shirt looked shocked.
"Literary Saint Induction!"
"Could it be that in our Tang Dynasty, another new generation of literary saints has come to the world?"
Literary Saint!
It is the title given to the first person in the literary world of the Tang Dynasty.
The Wenquxing Temple was built to commemorate the literary saints of the Tang Dynasty.
From the first generation of literary saint Zhou Wentian to the current generation of literary saints, there are a total of eighteen generations of literary saints.
This Confucian scholar in green shirt is the literary sage of the Tang Dynasty.
Wu Chengde!
Although he has no cultivation base, he has an awe-inspiring Confucianism in his heart, which is comparable to the top strong men in the world.
The style of writing is invincible.
His relationship with Song Jixin, the calligraphy sage among the Seven Sages of the Tang Dynasty, is a brother-in-law relationship.
But it is different from Song Jixin.
Although Jixin of the Song Dynasty was a calligrapher, he entered Confucianism through martial arts.
He was a monk halfway, and although he was extremely talented, his achievements in Confucianism, Taoism, and literature were not as good as those of his junior brother Wu Chengde.
Wu Chengde, on the other hand, had never practiced martial arts for a day.
He is a pure scholar, but he is able to combine literature with martial arts and transform his Confucianism into unparalleled power.
Wu Chengde has been in charge of Wenquxing Temple for ninety-nine years, and is only one year short of reaching a century.
I thought I would continue to sit here for a long time.
But I didn't expect it.
A strange phenomenon occurred when entering Wenquxing Temple, and the tablet of Wensheng was shaking.
This is completely a sign of the birth of the literary saint.
The moment when he became successful in Confucianism and Taoism and attracted the shining of Wenquxing, the tablets of Literary Saints in Wenquxing Temple were shocked.
But this time.
The duration of the vibration seemed to be longer than my own time.
Obviously.
The literary saint born this time will surpass his own generation.
Wu Chengde looked complicated and shocked.
In his heart, he was looking forward to the birth of a new literary saint.
But I am also a little worried that everything I have now will be taken away by this new literary saint.
After a while.
The shaking of the memorial tablet stopped.
A golden light shines from outside Wenquxing Temple.
Wu Chengde narrowed his eyes slightly.
The direction from which this golden light flew must be the place where the future literary saint appeared.
Wu Chengde felt a little hesitant in his heart.
Do you want to go and take a look yourself?
But then I thought about it, why should I worry?
Wen Xing’s birth is the destiny of destiny.
I don't need to do anything, I just need to watch this future literary saint grow up.
You can also leave Wenquxing Temple and go to the vast world to see some things you have never seen before.
And I should write a popular book and let it be widely circulated.
This is what I have always wanted to do since I was a child.
He became a literary saint, but he was bound by the Wenquxing Temple.
There has never been a chance to take action.
Now, hasn’t this opportunity come?
"I'm waiting for the day when you become a literary saint."
Wu Chengde looked expectant, turned around and walked back to Wenquxing Temple.
At this time, inside the Imperial Master's Mansion.
Everyone looked at Huang Feihong, whose eyes were shining with golden light, and they all looked shocked.
Huang Fusheng and his wife were the most worried.
They thought their son was possessed by evil spirits.
Why do your eyes keep shining golden?
Ye Qingyun looked shocked.
What happened to this little brat?
This big golden eye monster is scary.
Others did see some clues.
Especially Huikong, looking at the ink on Huang Fusheng's mouth.
Look again at the box where Huang Feihong slept.
I guessed most of it right away.
"This man probably sneaked into the Holy Son's study and drank the Holy Son's ink. As a result, he got a great opportunity!"
Huikong sighed in his heart.
Only this little guy can do this without any scruples.
The Holy Son will not blame anything.
Fortunately, the golden light did not last long.
It disappeared quickly.
Huang Feihong looked at everyone in confusion.
Then he looked at Huang Fusheng and Zhang Shulan.
"Dad! Mom!"
The voice is crisp and clear, and the enunciation is extremely clear.
Compared with Huang Feihong, who was a bit loud-tongued before, he is completely different.
"Phenom!"
The couple hugged Huang Feihong tightly.
Very happy.
It is a great joy for the couple to find their child.
When the child was found, everyone breathed a sigh of relief and then dispersed.
But the next few days.
To be continued...