Lin Tian looked at Ao Qingxue. Since she knew the Forgetting Pill, he could listen to her advice.
Ao Qingxue immediately understood: "This Forgetting Memory Pill has no side effects. If it is due to the Forgetting Memory Pill, it can be ignored."
Lin Tian thought for a while, "Brother Li and Senior Sister Yue, what suggestions do you have?"
Li Chengdao shook his head, "I'll do whatever you say. Of course, I want to take a look. Where is Senior Sister Jingxian?"
"It is said that the literary sage entered the Taoism through poetry and calligraphy. I think..."
"Okay, let's go and have a look." Lin Tian decided.
Mo Bai bowed deeply, "Thank you so much, Brother Lin."
Lin Tian helped him up, "Anyway, we are just curious and want to see something."
Afterwards, Mo Bai led everyone towards the depths of the plum garden.
"Everyone, remember to follow my footsteps. There is a formation here. If you don't follow the right steps, you can easily get lost here." Mo Bai reminded everyone.
Li Chengdao praised: "It is indeed the place where the literary saint rests. Even the small plum garden contains the Universe and Bagua formation, making it difficult for people to get out."
Mo Bai smiled awkwardly. In fact, this was just a secret passage in the city lord's palace. He was repairing it for fun when he had nothing to do.
"Brother Li has a keen eye and has specially set up a formation in order to prevent others from disturbing this place."
He agreed casually and continued walking with everyone.
As people move forward, the plum blossoms on both sides complement each other, forming an entrance like an arch cave.
Looking into the distance through the arch hole, there is a vertical hill, several meters high. There seems to be a cave on the top of the mountain. From a distance, the hill and the cave look like the handle and head of a hammer.
Mo Bai pointed at the "hammer" and said, "That is the place where the Literary Sage rests, and it is also the center of the Fallen Immortal City."
"So, we are going to climb that hill, enter the cave on the top of the mountain, and read poetry inside?" Lin Tian asked curiously.
Mo Bai smiled and said, "Brother Lin, you will find out if you come with me."
"good!"
After walking a thousand steps, you will see a hill standing in front of you.
Mo Bai stood in front of the hill and kowtowed respectfully to it three times.
After he kowtowed for the third time, stairs extended downward from the ground at the foot of the mountain.
"this……"
Mo Bai explained: "Only if we, the descendants of the Mo family, kowtow three times to this mountain, will this staircase leading to the literary sage appear."
"And this mountain and the cave at the top of the mountain are actually the weapons of the Literary Sage."
Li Chengdao's eyes widened: "The Wen Sage's weapon is a hammer? I thought that the Wen Sage relied on his mouth or a ruler or something..."
He looked at Yue Jingxian. It seemed that Senior Sister Jingxian's weapon was also a hammer. Could it be that literary students like to use hammers?
Mo Bai briefly explained, "Wen Shengyan's methods are as follows, but when he encounters people who cannot be taught, he will also use the 'Tongwen Hammer' to lightly punish him."
"Everyone, follow me."
Mo Bai continued to lead everyone down the stairs, which was only a few meters deep. Everyone walked around hundreds of times along the stairs.
Li Chengdao looked at the spiral staircase and complained: "It's only a few meters deep. Is it worth going around like this? It's so laborious."
Mo Bai quickly stopped him, "Don't be rude."
Unfortunately, it was too late. A small hammer appeared out of thin air above Li Chengdao, and hit him on the head with a "dang" sound. Li Chengdao's eyes were filled with stars, "Damn it, who the hell attacked me sneakily."
There was another "dang" sound.
Lin Tian hurriedly covered Li Chengdao's mouth, "Brother Mo, what is going on?"
"The Literary Sage has set rules on this staircase. You must not be rude and you must not speak obscenely." Mo Bai said.
"Brother Li just didn't comply at all."
Li Chengdao: "..."
Li Chengdao remained silent, and everyone followed Mo Bai to the bottom of the stairs.
The bottom of the stairs leads to a platform like an inkstone, with a tablet standing in the center, which reads: "What is benevolence? What is righteousness?"
Mo Bai stepped forward and bowed respectfully to the stone tablet, and said: "Benevolence is the skill to split a person in two; righteousness is the power to hammer a person's head into the body."
After Lin Tian and Li Chengdao heard Mo Bai's words, they both thought, what kind of strange code is this?
Before the two of them could speak, the stone tablet transformed into the appearance of an old scholar, with a green man's crown and a bright beard.
The old scholar opened his mouth and said: "The visitor will recite poems or call me by my name."
Mo Bai bowed respectfully again, and then said to Lin Tian: "This is the shadow of the literary saint. Brother Lin, please recite a poem."
Lin Tian first asked curiously: "Brother Mo, since your Mo family is responsible for awakening the literary saint, don't you know the name of the literary saint?"
Mo Bai glanced at the old scholar and then said: "I don't know why, the literary saint never told him his name. The Mo family has been here for generations, trying various names, but it has never been awakened."
"It may be that the times have been so long that the Mohist family has long forgotten the name of the Literary Sage, so now they can only try to recite poetry. Only by awakening the literary heart with the poetry heart can the Literary Sage be awakened."
Li Chengdao also curiously asked: "If we wake up the literary saint, what will be the consequences?"
Mo Bai said: "Awakening the literary sage can obtain his inheritance, and the literary sage will protect him for thousands of years, so as to pay off the cause and effect."
"Hiss, what is the realm of Literary Saint? If he were to protect the way, wouldn't it be possible to walk sideways in Xuanhui Continent?" Li Chengdao was a little eager to give it a try.
Mo Bai nodded, "Indeed."
Li Chengdao glanced at Lin Tian secretly. My poetry may be slightly worse than Brother Lin, but I can call him a name.
So he asked again: "Brother Mo, is there any significance in calling this name?"
"Just think about it here."
That's easy. Li Chengdao immediately started thinking about names, Wen Sheng? Wen Xian? Wen Emperor? Wen Zun?
Mo Bai looked at Li Chengdao and knew that he was already trying, so he kindly reminded him: "The title of Saint Wen may not contain 'wen'. We have tried for generations and have finished pronouncing words related to wen."
Li Chengdao: "..."
Li Chengdao thought to himself that the literary sage entered Taoism through poetry and calligraphy, so maybe his name was related to poetry and calligraphy. Poet sage? Poet fairy? Book fairy? Book ghost?
"By the way, there are also words related to poetry and books, we have also tried them." Mo Bai reminded again.
Li Chengdao: "..."
Could it be related to weapons, or spells? Hammers? Words and tricks?
"Oh yes, there is also a hammer related to the mouth, I also tried it." Mo Bai said.
"No, how do you know what I'm thinking?" Li Chengdao was puzzled.
Mo Bai pointed at the stone tablet, "Anything related to the name of Wen Sheng here will appear on the stone tablet."
Lin Tian also looked at the stone tablet, which already had words such as Literary Sage, Literary Immortal, Literary Emperor, Literary Master, etc., as well as Poetry Immortal, Poet, Poetry Ghost, and even more outrageous, Mouth Sage, Mouth Qiang, and Mouth King.
What.
It seems that Li Chengdao and Ao Qingxue are thinking of names.
In addition, the stone tablet records two poems, one of which is what Lin Tian thought: "The wind is strong and the sky is high, the ape is howling in mourning."
Another sentence is what Yue Jingxian thought: "There is frost at night in the water country."
At this time, the stone tablet shook slightly, and Mo Bai was overjoyed: "Brother Lin, Miss Yue, can you think about the poem completely?"
Lin Tian and Yue Jingxian both nodded in recognition, and the poems on the stone tablet gradually became complete.
One song is written by Lin Tian, "The wind is strong and the apes high in the sky are screaming in mourning. The white birds are flying back from the clear sand in Zhu. The endless falling trees are rustling..., and the wine glasses are filled with new wine."
One song is written by Yue Jingxian, "There is frost at night in the water country,..., and the dream is as long as a fortress."
As the two people's poems gradually became more complete, the golden light of the stone tablet shone brightly, and more and more names appeared on it, appearing faster and faster.
Mo Bai was a little happy, he was finally going to complete his ancestral mission.
He hurriedly bowed to Lin Tian and Yue Jingxian, "Thank you both, the literary saint is about to wake up!"
Ao Qingxue and Li Chengdao sighed regretfully after hearing this. They looked at Lin Tian and Yue Jingxian, "Whose poem is it?"
Mo Bai shook his head, "I don't know."
"But after a while, the stone tablet will only leave the poem that awakened the literary saint, and then the poem will disappear. Then we will wait another hour, and the literary saint will wake up."
Everyone waited patiently.
Sure enough, after a while, other contents on the stone tablet were gradually stripped away, and finally...