Chapter 251 One Word Enlightenment Master (1/2 Five Thousand Chapters)

Chapter 251 One Word Enlightenment Master (12 Five Thousand Chapters)

People's hope infused with the Eight Treasures for warmth and nourishment can actually enhance the spirituality of the treasures!

Feeling the feedback from the folding fan in his hand, Han Muye smiled even more.

Is it a surprise?

After all, this power of popularity comes only after he writes half of his poems.

Some people hope that as a bridge in the folding fan, he can use awe-inspiring energy to cast various spells.

Motivated by awe-inspiring energy and revealed through the power of popularity, Taoism has become Confucianism and Taoism supernatural powers.

This folding fan is like a real cultural treasure at this time, showing the power of Confucianism and Taoism.

interesting.

I don't know if the power of popularity can always be superimposed.

If it is so good, wouldn't it be possible to make cultural treasures at will?

"Young master's power of popularity should be inspired by the transmission of half of Que's poems to Xiyuan County."

Seeing Han Muye put away his popularity, Kong Chaode said.

Speaking of this, he shook his head, and said enviously: "I think I am in Heze County, giving advice to the county lord, and doing my best for the people, just to raise a little popularity."

He raised his palm, and there was a faint purple halo in it.

Compared with Han Muye's deep purple light group, this halo is like a firefly candle competing with a bright moon.

"It's hard to become a non-commissioned officer if you have a great Confucian who has been respected for a hundred years."

"There are many white-headed children in Zhongzhou."

"It's really incomparable between people..."

Looking at Han Muye, Kong Chaode looked expectant: "I don't know how many people's popularity will be increased if the son's poem is spread to Jinchuan."

"If it can spread in the counties of Zhongzhou and gather people's popularity, within a hundred years, it might help you become a master of Confucianism and Taoism, young master."

In Kong Chaode's view, the position of Confucian and Taoist master is already out of reach, but an existence that can control a county.

It's just that Han Muye thinks it will take a hundred years to spread?

so long?

He frowned and said, "Why did it take so long? Can't you write more poems?"

Hearing his words, Kong Chaode was stunned for a moment, then smiled wryly and shook his head: "My lord, can you do these poems as you want?"

Han Muye did not speak.

It's not difficult to copy a few more poems like this, right?

As the flying boat traveled all the way, a lavender aura flashed from Han Muye's body from time to time.

Seeing this, Kong Chaode felt sour in his heart.

Fortunately, when he was going to Jinchuan City, Han Muye didn't want to be too ostentatious. According to what Kong Chaode said, he wanted to cover up his popularity.

Even so, he has a little more grace.

Even if the speed of the flying boat is extremely fast, 50,000 miles a day, it will take five days to travel from Xiyuan County to Jinchuan City.

At sunset, the flying boat landed in a village where a spiritual light was rising.

The flying boat had just landed, and many people had already gathered around it.

"It turned out to be a public boat from Xiyuan County. Come on, my lords, please rest in the village." When the boat got off, the leader was an old man in a linen robe.

The old man called himself Qi Rang, the village official of this Qijia village, and also the head of the post station here.

This line is the only route leading to Jinchuan City, and there are flying boats to rest from time to time.

Between the counties and counties of Zhongzhou, there are post stations, which are used for official flying boats or merchants to repair and settle down.

Qi Rang led Han Muye and the others to the station and cleaned up the room.

Although it is a mountain village, it is relatively simple, but it is clean and tidy.

Not only there are wing rooms, Qi Rang also asked the villagers behind him to present various specialties.

The person in charge of controlling the flying boat was a small official from Xiyuan County, who picked up the special products and handed them to Qi Rang with a few spirit stones.

Qi Rang and the villagers behind him left with smiles on their faces.

According to the little official, there is no salary in this post station, and it relies on the villagers to give some special products in exchange for rewards of spirit stones.

Stop along the way, it is not always empty-handed.

Hearing his words, Mu Jin was expressionless, while Kong Chaode smiled and reached out to take out a few middle-grade spirit stones and gave them to the little official.

After all, the big monster is a big monster, and in terms of human sophistication, there is a lot of difference.

Han Muye walked into the wing room, and saw that there was only a wooden couch and a small desk, and a big "Jing" was hung on the wall in front of him.

This word is vigorous and powerful, and it is an excellent list.

Walking up to the words, Han Muye's eyes fell on the inscription below.

"White Deer Mountain Man?"

There was a faint flash of light in his eyes, combined with a golden awe-inspiring aura.

The power of the Red Dust Curse surged and hit this static word.

In Han Muye's mind, pictures flashed one after another.

An old man with ink on paper.

Merchants coming and going to wait and see.

A student pondering in front of this text.

There are also practitioners who stand in front of this word overnight.

A static word reveals the various states of the world.

The world is noisy, but it is easier said than done to be quiet?

"Good cultivation." Han Muye whispered, the aura in his eyes dissipated.

The person who wrote this word has a profound cultivation of Confucianism and Taoism.

It's just strange, why would such a profound Confucian and Taoist practitioner live in seclusion in this small mountain village?

Since you live in seclusion, why do you show these words to others?

This adverb can already be called a cultural treasure, infused with awe-inspiring energy, which can make people calm like water.

Han Muye didn't rest in the wing room, he walked out the door, Kong Chaode poked his head out at the door.

"My lord, there are good things in this inn." He smiled and pointed to a landscape painting hanging on the wall of the wing room where he lived.

Han Muye smiled and said, "You guys fix it first, I'll go and have a look."

As he spoke, he paced towards the village.

Lin Shen, with a big sword on his back, quietly guarded behind him.

The mountain village is quiet, with little lights.

Walking along the mountain road, occasionally there are chickens and dogs hearing each other.

It's really rare for Han Muye to come to such a secluded village.

Walking on the mountain road, I suddenly felt peaceful in my heart.

"The country is unbearable, what will the king do?"

"If you want to be with the uncle, please ask me to do it; if you don't want to be with me, please get rid of him, and there will be no people's hearts."

Ahead, there was the sound of reading in the thatched hut, the voice was old.

The sound of reading is in the ear, making people feel like standing in the dark night and the wilderness around.

This is the power of the spirit contaminating the soul.

The person who reads is a great Confucian?

Can infiltrate people's hearts with words, is it a Jinshi or a master?

Han Muye looked up, the windows of the thatched cottage were open, a white-haired old man in a linen robe, sitting in front of the desk, there were five or six children on the old wooden tables in front of him.

Isn't it the white deer mountain old man who left his words?

As if sensing that Han Muye was at the door, the old man stopped reading and turned to look out the window.

"Hehe, it's predestined for Yuan Ke to travel at night, so can you come and sit in my thatched cottage?"

The old man put down the book in his hand and spoke with a smile.

Han Muye nodded and walked into the cottage.

Lin Shen quickly followed behind him.

When I entered the thatched cottage, I saw that the walls were empty, except for three or two sets of calligraphy and paintings hanging on the walls.

The handwriting of that book is rough and strong, and the paintings are green pines and cold plums, green bamboos and Zhilan.

"I have a guest today, you go back first, and you can't forget to read the book carefully." In front of the desk, the old man waved his hand.

The boys sitting in front of the small wooden table hurriedly packed up the books, bowed and saluted, and then dispersed with a bang.

Han Muye looked at the four walls carefully.

"Young master, it seems that you have a lot of research on calligraphy and painting?" Seeing Han Muye carefully looking at the paintings and calligraphy around him, the old man chuckled and said.

Han Muye shook his head and said, "It's not considered research, I only know a little bit."

His eyes fell on the wild cursive script: "The writing is always the voice of the heart, and the word 'Zhishui' really catches the eye and the heart, and the pen penetrates the bone."

"The old man walks like still water, his heart is like a rock, and his words are like strong grass. He is a master of this way."

Hearing Han Muye's words, the old man laughed out loud, pointed to the other scrolls and said, "Then why don't you take a look at this painting again?"

Han Muye looked at the four scrolls, and a faint sense of arrogance rose in his eyes.

The moment his awe-inspiring energy poured into his eyes, the sitting old man was shocked and narrowed his eyes.

In Han Muye's eyes filled with arrogance, the four ordinary paintings became unreal.

"The pine has the unyieldingness of the strong wind, the bamboo has the tenacity of breaking the rock and taking root, the plum blossom is proud of the cold, and the orchid is fragrant and elegant, eclectic."

"Mr. Dongfang's strength of character is admired by the younger generation."

Oriental Books.

The inscription on the picture scroll is Dongfang Shu.

Bailushan Weng Dongfang Book.

"Okay." The old man looked at Han Muye with bright eyes, and then said, "I don't know what else you can see, young master?"

Is this the exam itself?

Han Muye nodded with a smile, then looked at the calligraphy and painting, and said indifferently: "Words don't stop, but there is a turmoil in my heart. Sir, you have lost your talent in this thatched hut."

The old man's expression remained unchanged, he looked at Han Muye.

Han Muye looked at the four paintings, and said in a gentle tone, "Although the pine is strong, I don't know where the wind comes from. I have resentment in my heart."

"Although the bamboo is straight, the leaves are sloppy, and the master is angry."

"The plum blossoms are like fire, and the snow is hard to cover, which shows the pride of the gentleman."

"Lan, I used the wrong pen."

"One stroke, two strokes, three strokes break the eyes of the phoenix. Mister deliberately does not break the eyes of the phoenix. Is it for those who have eyes, or is it that the eyes of everyone in the world are empty?"

Han Muye turned his head and faced the old man.

The divine light in the old man's eyes was restrained, as deep as an ancient well, making people seem to be drowned in it at a glance.

But Han Muye was unmoved, and he refused to give up.

"Okay." Dongfang Shu stood up, straightened his clothes, cupped his hands and said, "In the past thirty years, there have been countless people who have visited my thatched cottage. You are the first young man who can have such a vision."

"Bailushan Dongfangshu is polite."

Han Muye also raised his hands, cupped his hands and said, "Han Mu met Mr. Dongfang."

Dongfang Shu smiled and asked Han Muye to sit down, then raised the teacup on the desk, poured three cups of tea, "Maybe you can't drink the rough tea from the mountains."

Han Muye picked up the half-filled teacup, took a sip, and said with a smile, "I really don't understand this tea."

As he spoke, he poured the tea into his mouth.

Lin Shen behind him also picked up the teacup and drank it in one gulp.

"Well, it's a bit bitter, but it's acceptable." Han Muye put the cup back on the desk and said with a smile.

"Haha, tea, as long as it's not too bitter, isn't it fine?" Dongfang Shu laughed loudly, picked up the teacup in front of him, and drank it all in one gulp.

"Those who make a fuss about this are hypocritical."

Han Muye smiled, but did not speak.

Qinqi, calligraphy, painting, poetry, poetry, wine and tea, among them, there are many people who can understand the Tao, if you say they are all hypocritical, it is too much.

Seeing that Han Muye didn't speak, Dongfangshu let out a chuckle and said, "Young Master Han, are you traveling around the world to broaden your knowledge?"

Han Muye nodded and said, "By the way, do some small business."

Hearing Han Muye talk about doing business, Dongfang Shu frowned first, and then a halo appeared in his eyes: "It's rare."

"If you want to transcend the world, you must first have the ups and downs of the world. At your age, if you can be a businessman and don't make fake Taoist articles, you must have real talents and real learning."

As he spoke, he spread his hands and said, "Tell me, what kind of business do you do? I also have a few friends in Jinchuan City who are sunk in the secular world. Let's see if I can help you."

Han Muye raised his hand and took out a long sword and a jade bottle.

Seeing the long sword and jade vase, Dongfang Shu's eyes became even brighter: "There is no way to practice outside and inside. You have one sword and one pill, and you have both internal and external cultivation. This business is not small."

Stretching out his hand to hold the long sword, there was a strange color on Dongfang's writing, he looked at Han Muye, and then grabbed the jade bottle again.

At this moment, the expression on his face turned solemn: "Han Xiaoyou, your business can go anywhere in the world."

The best pill, the half-spiritual weapon long sword.

How can such a treasure not be sold?

After pondering for a while, Dongfang Shu reached out and took out a piece of paper, picked up a pen to write some handwriting, and then handed it to Han Muye and said, "If you go to Jinchuan City Fujin Trading Company, you can use this paper to meet its big shopkeeper."

Han Muye smiled and reached out to take it, putting it in his arms.

Dongfangshu is very talkative. When Han Muye asks about things in Zhongzhou's literary world, he can tell them in detail.

Wen Xiang suppressed the Zhongzhou literary world, and the world's literary atmosphere returned to the Imperial City Academy.

Nine out of ten great Confucian and Taoist masters in the world are in the Imperial City Academy.

As for the good articles written elsewhere, those who can write good poems, there are many young people who really devote themselves to their studies. According to the Eastern Book, the young people nowadays are all gone.

Dongfang Shu did not hide his identity.

He was originally a Confucianist and Taoist major, who had studied hard for a year, and he was popular, and he already had a Jinshi talent.

He was a county magistrate in other counties and counties, and he was also a teacher in an academy. He went to Huangcheng Academy thirty years ago to fight for a teaching position.

The result, of course, is to lose.

"Confucianism and Taoism are the Confucianism and Taoism of the people of the world. Why can't there be teaching without discrimination?"

"What kind of heart, what kind of talent, Huangcheng Academy wants people from all over the world to return to their hearts, and it's not about inheriting Confucianism and Taoism at all."

"Off."

There is no wine in the tea, but Dongfang Shu's face is red, and when he speaks of anger, his voice is high-pitched, beating the table and shouting angrily.

"That's why you came here to study at Bailu Mountain?" Han Muye said softly, his expression unchanged.

"Originally, I was planning to go to Western Xinjiang to spread Confucianism and Taoism. I heard that the inheritance of Confucianism and Taoism in Western Xinjiang was cut off, but it is difficult to cross the sky wall in Western Xinjiang." Dongfang Shu shook his head and said regretfully.

"I can only build a hut on this White Deer Mountain and teach mountain children."

Han Muye nodded, and asked, "Can I get something?"

Dongfangshu laughed: "There are two more carpenters in the south of the village, and a few young people in the west of the village went to the county to work as buddies."

"The boy from the village chief's family has become a yamen servant. If Qi Xiaoshan at the north end of the village hadn't died in battle, he would definitely be able to become the corps leader."

"There are a few girls who can read and write, and can spin and weave."

There were a few wry smiles in Dongfang Shu's words, and he felt a little lonely.

A generation of great Confucianists can only teach mortal farmers in mountain villages. After thirty years of achievement, they are unable to show their hands.

"That's why you hang your calligraphy and painting in the station?" Han Muye said with a smile.

Dongfang Shu nodded generously and said: "I have studied poetry and books for a year, and I can't be buried like this."

"Sir, do you want to showcase your talents and compete with Huangcheng Academy?" Han Muye looked at Dongfang Shu.

"I don't dare to think about competing with the Imperial City Academy. I just want to teach a few people who can become talents, and don't fall into the name of my Dongfang Shu." Having said this, the Dongfang Bibliography is even more shining.

He looked at Han Muye and said softly, "Han Xiaoyou, are you interested in spending a few days in my thatched hut in Bailu Mountain?"

Stay for a few days, and then name him as a disciple?

Han Muye laughed, shook his head, and stood up: "Mr. Dongfang, in my opinion, what Mr. Dongfang has done is more admirable than the teaching at the Imperial City Academy."

"Those talented and brilliant disciples of the Imperial City Academy do not lack an oriental teacher, and the children in the mountains lack an oriental master."

"Mr. Ru said that Confucianism and Taoism are Confucianism and Taoism for the people of the world."

"Mister has already enlightened, but he is in it."

After finishing speaking, Han Muye picked up the residual tea in front of him, drank it all in one gulp, and said with a smile, "This tea is really bitter."

Han Muye walked out of the hut, looked up at the clouds moving in the sky, covering the stars and the moon.

"I finally realized it."

He laughed and strode along the mountain road to the post station.

Just after walking out of the village entrance, there was a long howling sound from the forest behind him.

A surge of awe-inspiring aura smashed through the flowing clouds in the sky and competed with the stars and the moon for brilliance.

"There is no distinction between teaching and learning, and the way of teachers should be reasonable—"

The sound was like thunder, and the mountains and rivers shook.

With a radius of hundreds of miles, streamers are shining and coming together.

This is the enlightenment of Confucianism and Taoism.

One day enlightenment, heaven and earth favor.

The howling and roaring sound continued all night.

Countless cultivators came after hearing the sound, standing tens of miles away and not daring to approach.

Great Confucianists can learn from their enlightenment, but if they get close, they will be easily hurt by the manifest Dao.

Da Dao is whispering to others, if you insist on listening, a slap in the face will not be wronged, right?

The sky was bright, and the roar stopped, and Dongfang Shu walked out of the thatched hut.

"Mr. Dongfang, you, what is this?" Outside the thatched hut, the village chief Qi Rang and others looked at the Dongfang book in amazement.

At this time, Dongfang Shu's hair was green and black, and his black beard was black. He looked only in his fifties, which was completely different from his old appearance before.

Dongfang Shu looked at Qi Rang, and the unspeakable meaning in that gaze made Qi Rang stunned.

"Mr. Han Mu, where are they?" Dongfang Shu looked away and asked.

Qi Rang trembled slightly, and quickly bowed: "Report to Mr. Xiyuan County, the official airship has left this morning."

left?

Dongfang Shu frowned.

That Young Master Han Mu woke him up last night, allowing him to realize the Dao Dacheng.

Such a great favor, just leave?

"Sir, that young master left a letter for me to pass on to you." Qi Rang handed over a letter while speaking.

There is no writing on the envelope.

Dongfangshu took out the folded letter paper and spread it out.

"boom--"

The endless purple power of popularity poured out from Dongfang Shu's body, and the golden arrogance turned into flowing clouds all over the sky and scattered around.

"Grandmaster!"

"The master of Confucianism and Taoism who understands Taoism here is the master!"

"Besides the imperial city, there are Confucian and Taoist masters staying. Who is this great Confucian?"

There were countless exclamations from dozens of miles away.

Such great popularity and surging aura, who is not a master?

It's just that they couldn't see the Dongfang Shu that had already achieved the status of a master. At this time, their whole body was trembling, and the thin page of the letter was holding in their hands a weight of tens of millions.

He was short of breath, his eyes were wide open, and the cultivation of the Confucian and Taoist masters all disappeared.

His face was full of arrogance, and he gently unfolded the page, revealing the graceful and vigorous handwriting on it.

"Han Mu wants to build a White Deer Academy in Bailu Mountain. If you wish, sir, you can stay in the academy."

"Han Mu has a message for everyone who enters the White Deer Academy."

"My generation of Confucianists should establish a heart for the world, establish a life for the people, inherit the knowledge of the past, and create peace for all generations."

After staring at the thin paper for a long time, Dongfang Shu looked up to the sky and smiled.

"With this statement, I express my true meaning of Confucianism and Taoism."

"Even if I die of old age, Bailu Mountain is worth it."

"Okay, okay, after today, the old man Dongfangshu will be here at Bailushan Academy, waiting for you to come back."

...

On the flying boat, the purple streamer on Han Muye's body enveloped him.

This is the appearance of the surge in popularity, too fast.

Seeing this scene, Kong Chaode shook his head, turned his face away, and said softly: "My lord, it's better not to stop our flying boat along the way, go directly to Jinchuan City."

"You are so popular that you can't hide it. If you get off the flying boat halfway, you will attract all people to worship."

Hearing his words, Han Muye smiled wryly and nodded.

He also couldn't imagine that leaving only one letter, how could such a strong and surging popularity be aroused?