Li Changan and Jin Chan hurried on their way leisurely, stopping wherever they passed.
The other three scribes also followed behind.
Having seen how powerful Li Changan was, they were determined to find out Li Changan's name, but were perfunctory by Li Changan and gave up the idea.
along the way,
Li Changan felt more and more deeply about Da Jin's destiny crisis.
It should be an illusory change in luck, but it has already affected the real world.
Li Changan could feel the spiritual energy flowing between heaven and earth, slowly flowing towards the east.
This speed is very slow, but the impact is extremely amazing.
Just like when the waves first gather together, they are just shallow water ripples.
The scope of such a surge of spiritual energy is huge, and it may seem inconspicuous now, but once it becomes a major trend, it will be a huge wave, and there is no possibility of turning it around.
If the spiritual energy is robbed, the practice of the entire Jin scribes and warriors will be greatly affected.
Not only spiritual practice, but also people's livelihood in various places will be affected.
On this day,
Several people came to a county town. Li Changan left the carriage to the inn to take care of it. He walked to the vicinity of the academy and heard several groups of scribes arguing fiercely.
"What a troubled time..." Li Changan sighed and shook his head.
Jin Chan followed, and the two walked to a restaurant on the street.
"A few dishes of cold dishes, two kilograms of beef, and a kilogram of good wine." Li Changan said to the restaurant waiter,
"In addition, give this mage two white-flour steamed buns and a pot of tea."
The restaurant waiter hurried down to prepare food.
Li Changan and Jin Chan sat near the window, listening to the discussions of these scribes.
"We have so many masters of Wenzong in Jin Dynasty, why haven't we made any achievements yet?"
"Today's list of literary saints has long changed. There are top poets from all over the world, turning their hands to make clouds and turning their hands to make rain."
"But I have been promoted to the top, but no one has held up the banner. The highest ranking so far is still outside the tenth place."
"Hateful! Angry!"
From the box not far away, the angry voices of several scribes came.
"Now the imperial court is also frantically building momentum, issuing an edict and inviting literati from all over the world to take action."
"In our academy, aren't those fifth-grade Wenzong masters who have been studying classics and classics also asked to write poems and become literary saints?"
"I thought that although my poetry and prose of the Jin Dynasty were not the best in the world, I should at least be at the middle level."
"This time the fortunes of the world gathered together, and the list of literary saints became the list of literary saints in the world, but in the end, he was ranked at the bottom of the Six Nations."
"What a shame!"
…
"I think there should be something wrong with the way we practice."
"Although poetry is considered a great avenue, so far, most scribes have basically given up poetry after reaching the fifth rank and turned to studying classics."
"In the fifth-grade gentleman realm, one cultivates the magical power of a gentleman's nine thoughts. It is normal to delve into scriptures and classics."
"Oh, it's true. I didn't pay much attention to poetry at first, but now I've finally tasted the bitter fruit!"
"For decades, it seems that only Su Yuanqing was able to reach the top through poetry and prose. However, when he was reaching the fourth rank and breaking into the third rank, something unexpected happened."
"Uncle Zhongyong can do it, and Uncle Zhongyong is stronger than Su Yuanqing. It's a pity that his literary skills were destroyed on the battlefield of Fengchuan Three Thousand Miles..."
"Otherwise, we will definitely be able to take advantage of this opportunity to soar into the sky and suppress the six countries!"
"I don't know where Uncle Zhongyong is now..."
The conversation was stopped by a voice, "You should keep your voices down. It is not good for us students from Songyue Academy to talk about people from White Deer Academy."
Before the voice finished speaking, someone else retorted, "What's wrong with that?"
"Now the fate of the six countries is competing for each other, and the struggle between the four courtyards and one prison is still entangled. What future can there be?"
"The national destiny is all gone, so what's the use of having an academy!?"
"That's right! I just hate that we are not good at academics. Although we have written more than a dozen poems, we can't even make a splash on this world's list of literary saints."
"well……"
Li Changan and Jin Chan were listening to their conversation when the restaurant waiter came up with drinks and food.
"Sir, please use it slowly."
The waiter placed the plate and quickly left.
Li Changan picked up the wine bottle and asked, "Master, would you like a drink?"
Jin Chan smiled and shook his head.
Li Changan raised his eyebrows without forcing himself, so he poured himself a cup and started drinking.
"Master, do you want to give you a poem?"
Jin Chan clasped his hands together and said, "Donor, please speak."
"After the wine and meat passed through the intestines, the Buddha stayed in his heart." Li Changan smiled, picked up a piece of beef and threw it into his mouth, "Master, do you want to taste the fireworks in this world?"
Jin Chan's expression froze, and he immediately picked up the white-flour steamed bun, tore a small piece off and put it into his mouth.
After getting along with him for this period of time, he deeply realized that the benefactor in front of him had an indescribable temperament.
One moment it's full of Zen, and the other moment it's full of magic.
I have been cultivating Buddha for twenty years, but my Buddha mind has become unstable several times.
It seems that this trip eastward is indeed necessary.
If you can walk in the mortal world for a while, you may be able to strengthen your Buddhist heart.
"The donor's country is suffering from a crisis. Isn't the donor anxious?" Jin Chan asked.
Li Changan finished a glass of wine, filled it up again, and said, "What can I do in a hurry?"
"In the past, the Jin Dynasty was troubled internally and externally, but it was still stable, but this time the fate of the six countries merged, it is slowly removing the roots of the Jin Dynasty. What can I, a little scribe, do?"
"Is it possible to win this destiny in the world by yourself?"
Jin Chan took a sip of tea and said, "Just now, the young monk heard Uncle Zhongyong's name again. If this Uncle Zhongyong can take action, he will definitely be able to turn things around."
"The benefactor, both in terms of cultivation and wisdom, is the only monk I have ever seen in my life. I am sure he will not be inferior to the loyal and brave uncle. He will definitely be able to contribute to the Jin State."
Li Changan smiled and shook his head, "Master will know in the future. It's not that I don't use my strength, but that I can't use my strength."
"There is only one road left, and even with my current strength, I can't go through it."
He picked up another piece of beef and threw it into his mouth. "We can only achieve something if we accumulate enough strength and punch with all our strength."
Jin Chan smiled and said, "It seems that the donor has already made an idea. The young monk is waiting for the donor to take action."
Li Changan drank another glass of wine, shook his head with a wry smile, "I hope it can be useful."
…
at the same time,
Beijing, the Yamen of the Ministry of Rites,
All six books were gathered in the study of Gu Shihong, the Minister of Rites.
"The current situation is turbulent. The whole country is running for luck. There is also a tacit understanding among the various academies and they have temporarily put aside their disputes." Gu Shihong was the first to speak,
"I, the officials of the imperial court, should also take this matter as a priority. If we can achieve results for the Jin Dynasty in the battle of national destiny, the dignity of the imperial court will surely reach a higher level."
"Yes, the imperial court is the imperial court of my six departments, not the imperial court of the academy."
Geng Qingsong, Minister of the Ministry of War, said, "Now that Master Wenzong of the Academy has taken action, he only occupies the top twenty on the list of literary saints, and his prestige has declined."
"If officials within the imperial court can take this opportunity to win for the Jin Dynasty, they will surely greatly enhance the authority of the imperial court."
As soon as these words came out, they were refuted by Zeng Wanlian, the Minister of Household Affairs, saying, "It would be unwise to carry out any separatist move at this time."
"It is true that the imperial court is gathering the national destiny, but which official of the imperial court does not come from the academy? Why is it that the academy is not gathering the national destiny?"
"Although our fate has been closely related to the imperial court since we entered the imperial court and became officials, the academy has also contributed."
"Now that even the first prisoner of the Fourth Courtyard has temporarily put aside his or her prejudices and is working together to gather the fortune of the Jin Dynasty, how can we act like this?"
Gu Shihong said, "Master Zeng is wrong. We just want to do our best and have no intention of holding back."
"But if the imperial court can benefit from it, why not do it?"
"The academy accounts for 70% of the fortune of the Jin Dynasty, and the imperial court only accounts for 30%. We don't ask for much. At least we can compete with each other. Isn't this greedy?"
Zeng Wanlian shook his head, "But if the imperial court takes action, it must use the 30% of the luck that the imperial court has to push poetry into the Literary Saint List. If this is not a distraction, what is it?"
"Now that the February Literary Saint List has not yet ended, the world's destiny has already surged. Once the February Literary Saint List ends, I am afraid there will be changes that you and I can't imagine."
"Besides, if you want to publish poems and essays, if those bachelors from the Hanlin Academy don't take action, I'm afraid you and I will be powerless."
"In my opinion, the best policy is to go all out to promote poetry and prose, which currently has the highest reputation, in February. If the academy is not successful in March, then we will take action to occupy the great cause."
When these words were said, the two ministers couldn't help but nod.
Xie Changbin, minister of the Ministry of Industry, stroked his beard and said, "My lords, I wonder if you have noticed anything."
"The luck of the three southern prefectures is stable and solid. Now that the luck of the whole country is affected, the luck of the three southern prefectures has not been affected at all."
"I think that promoting poetry and prose together in the imperial court is one way, but doing solid domestic affairs is also another way."
"Isn't Li Changan the best example of governing the three southern provinces?"
The breath in the study stagnated slightly, and then the other people shook their heads helplessly.
"Everyone knows that Li Chang'an is a good hand in managing local affairs. Those who were under his control are now entrusted with important tasks to manage local internal affairs."
"But there is only one Li Changan. Although those juniors have worked hard and achieved results, they are not Li Changan after all."
"Besides, who knows where Li Changan is now?"
Sheng Shiming, the Minister of Civil Affairs, said,
"If Li Changan could really come out, maybe the literary world of the Jin Dynasty would not be as powerless as it is now."
"Only his poems are qualified to make waves on the list of literary saints."
"What a pity..."
The six people present all knew that Li Changan was not at White Deer Academy at all. They also knew that Li Changan had suffered a disaster and did not know whether he was alive or dead.
They all sighed helplessly.
"That damn Gao Jixian didn't know who he leaked the information about Li Chang'an to, and he couldn't find any clues at all."
"Letting him commit suicide will not relieve the hatred in my heart!"