Chapter 282: Buddha’s Light

The three great scholars tacitly did not pick it up, but exchanged glances with each other.

Seeing this, Dean Zhao Shou reached out and took the folded rice paper and slowly unfolded it, then he fell into a long silence.

Noticing Zhao Shou’s abnormality, Zhang Shen tried, “Dean?”

But Dean ignored him, murmuring under his breath, caught up in some emotion that he couldn’t get out of for the moment.

After a while, Zhao Shou stroked his beard and smiled, “Good poem! I will personally engrave this poem in the Sub-Sacred Hall and make it a part of the Yunlu Academy, so that in the future, when future generations look back on this period of history, this poem will suffice.

“Tonight you three will come to my elegant house for a drink, and we will drink until dawn.”

The three great Confucian scholars found it unbelievable how Dean Zhao Shou, as the current head of Confucianism, could lose his temper so much over a poem.

Even in the case of such masterpieces as “the dark fragrance of the floating moon in the dusk” and “a boat full of dreams pressing down the river of stars”, the dean only smiled and praised them.

“See for yourselves!” Zhao Shou handed over the paper.

Zhang Shen took it and watched it together with the two great Confucian scholars, and the three of them abruptly froze their expressions, and also immersed themselves in some kind of emotion for a long time as Zhao Shou had done earlier, unable to get rid of it.

“It’s hard to walk, it’s hard to walk, many divergent paths, where are we today. The long wind will break the waves sometimes, hanging straight from the cloud sails to help the sea.” Li Mu Bai suddenly burst into old tears and said sadly:

“This poem, it’s written about our Yunlu Academy.”

The two great scholars, Zhang Shen and Chen Tai, clenched their fists, they understood why the dean lost his temper, Li Mu Bai was right, this poem was written for Yunlu Academy.

Recalling the establishment of the State Academy of these two hundred years, Yunlu Academy into the darkest era in history, the students picking lamps and studying hard, striving for upward, in exchange for the snow, a passion for nowhere, full of talent nowhere to show.

I can’t eat when I stop my cup and make chopsticks, and I look around with my sword drawn in disbelief!

And these last two lines are simply divine, making several great scholars feel a surge of bravado and excitement.

The greatest charm of poetry is empathy, and it completely poked the Dean Zhao Shou, as well as the three great Confucian scholars.

“Dean …….”

Zhang Shen coughed, getting out of his agitated emotions, and said in a low voice, “Xu Rui Lao is my disciple, whom I have taught with painstaking effort.”

“Honorable, hard work, hard work.” Zhao Shou said with relief.

“Cultivating talents for the academy, I, Zhang Zhenyan, am duty-bound to talk about hard work.” Zhang Shen said righteously:

“However, I have a small request that I hope Dean will fulfill.”

Chen Tai and Li Mu Bai were instantly alert.

Zhao Shouwen said, “What demands?”

“When you carve the poem with your own hands, remember to write a few small words after the resigned signature: the teacher Zhang Shen, the character Zhengyan, a native of Jingzhou.”

Before Zhao Shou could answer, Chen Tai and Li Mubai jumped the gun and said, “I object!”

Zhang Shen was furious: “What business is it of yours to object to the poems written by my students?”

“Bullshit!”

The two great scholars blew their beards and glared, unceremoniously demolishing, “What level is your student at, you don’t have any idea in your own heart? Who wrote this poem, you dare to say you don’t know?”

Zhang Shen of course knows that Xu Ru old is his student, his own students a few kilograms, when the teacher is clearer than anyone else.

As for how Xu Ruilao guessed the question, Zhang Shen’s idea was that Xu Qi’an had enlisted Wei Yuan’s help.

“?”

Zhao Shou flashed a question mark in his heart, waved his hand to isolate the hearing of the side reporting students, and said in a deep voice: “What did you guys just say? This poem was not written by Xu Ruixu?”

Chen Tai grunted, “Xu Ruyi used to be good at strategy, and his poetry was mediocre, so how could he make such uplifting masterpieces.”

Li Mubai picked up, “It wasn’t even my student Xu Qi’an who did it.”

“When did it become your student again.” Zhang Shen snorted, “That’s also my student, so it’s correct to write my name no matter what.”

The three great scholars yakked and bickered.

Dean Zhao Shou listened for a moment and probably understood that the poem was not made by Xu Ruixu, but by his cousin, who was known as the Poetry Leader by the Confucians.

In that case, Xu Rui Lao also cheated.

“By the way, what does this Kai Yuan master of ours treat?” Zhao Shou asked.

Confucianism is concerned with character, the higher the rank of the great Confucian, the more attention is paid to the firmness of character, to put it bluntly, every great Confucian has a very high level of character integrity.

However, this does not mean that Confucianism is full of holy motherly bitches, unless in the realm of life, it is the life of holy motherly bitches, otherwise, small details can be lost, and the problem is not big.

But cheating is not a trivial matter.

“Governance and the art of war!” Zhang Shen said, who was originally a great scholar known for his art of war.

Ruling the country is a “skill” that every Confucian student must learn, and on top of that, Confucian students can choose 1-2 more major “courses”.

Some of the scholars majored in the Book of Rites, others in the Book of the Mean, and Xu Rui old majored in the Art of War.

Zhao Shou sniffed and nodded reassuringly, there was no problem if he majored in the Art of War, it wouldn’t have an impact on future promotions.

“You don’t need to argue over a poem, I think that Xu Qi’an is using his cousin’s hand to present this poem to the academy. This is the greatest return for us.” Zhao Shou said.

“What the dean said.” The three great scholars said in unison.

Waiting for later in looking for Xu Ning Banquet to ask for a masterpiece ……… The three great scholars again thought at the same time.

In addition, they tacitly added in their hearts: scumbag Yang Gong!

……….

The next day, the Xu Mansion hosted a large banquet for family and friends, and according to Xu New Year’s wishes, the Mansion was divided into three areas for the three parts of the guests: the front yard, the back yard, and the center court.

In the atrium sat his fellow students and friends, and the backyard was inconvenient for outsiders to enter, so it was people from the same clan who sat there. In the front courtyard were Second Uncle Xu and Xu Qi’an’s peers.

The three waves of guests were perfectly divided, drinking and blowing off steam to themselves, the readers ignoring the rude martial artists, and the martial artists ignoring the readers’ posturing.

“Er Lang is worthy of being a scholar, well organized.” Xu Qi’an lamented as he accompanied his little old brother around toasting.

“Why didn’t our teacher come to attend?” Xu Qi’an asked.

Xu Erlang drank a few cups of wine, his pink face slightly red, spitting out the breath of wine, helplessly saying, “The servant who sent the invitations brought back news this morning, saying that the teacher fought with two great scholars and was injured.”

“Another fight?” Xu Qimin said, are all the readers of Yunlu Academy so short-tempered.

The brothers diverted to the inner courtyard, which was filled with clansmen, and the aunt and second uncle stayed at the table to keep the Xu clan company. A few well-fed children were frolicking in the courtyard, envious of the Xu family’s large compound.

Xu Jingyin was ashamed to be in the company of her little friend, and ate from the beginning to the end, killing herself and not moving her seat.

Xu clan people happy bad, a while ago Xu Dalang just knighted, Xu second uncle immediately after the Huiyuan, Xu family this is to rise signs ah.

The younger generation happy at the same time, think more is to rely on this big tree, will come to say is not allowed to be able to soar.

The happiness of the older generation was even more pure, with old tears saying that the ancestors had manifested themselves and that Xu was going to become a great clan.

“Donkey Erdan,” one of the clan elders rose and patted the back of Xu Pingzhi’s hand in relief:

“You deserve a lot of credit for Dalang and Erlang becoming successful. One literary and one martial arts, both of them have been nurtured by you. You are even better than those husbandmen, I happen to have a pair of grandchildren at home, Erdan you help me bring them up for a few years?”

Donkey Two Egg is the second uncle’s breast name, Xu Qi’an’s own father’s breast name is: Donkey Big Egg.

That’s a title only the older members of the clan can call.

“Hahahaha, fine, no problem, Uncle Gong though, send those two little brats.” Xu Pingzhi was springy and a bit floored. He even felt that it was his credit that Xu Ru Lao and Xu Ning Banquet were able to become successful.

You have a fart credit, you are obviously inappropriate son Xu Pingzhi ……… Xu Qi an face with a smile, and spit in his heart.

Father really has no self knowledge, you are just a coarse martial artist ……. Xu New Year’s heart slandered.

The fact that no one praised her in the area of educating her heir made her aunt feel indignant in her heart, but thinking of her previous beef with her nephew, she felt that if she stood up to take credit, she would surely be disliked by her nephew.

……….

Capital, West Gate.

The soldiers defending the city suddenly heard a seemingly indistinct Sanskrit sound, indistinct as if it came from the sky.

A soldier dug his ears and realized that the Sanskrit sound still echoed in his ears, “Hey, have you guys heard any strange sounds ……..”

He had just finished his question when he saw his fellow officers across the room and around him digging their ears as well.

At this time, someone on the city wall shouted, “Buddha’s light, there is Buddha’s light in the west ……”

The soldiers under the city wall subconsciously gripped their spears tightly and looked warily into the distance, and a few seconds later, they saw a golden Buddhist light rising from the west.

As if the sunrise is rising …… No, it is purer and more affable than the sun.

Unconsciously, they loosened their tightly gripped spears and lifted their eyes to look at the pure Buddha light, their eyes devout and gentle, as if they had been cleansed.

The guardian of the city bit the tip of his tongue, and the pain stimulated his brain to gain a brief moment of lucidity to fight against his inner “piety”.

He staggered and pushed aside the soldiers who were looking westward in fascination, grabbed the drumstick and struck it hard, again and again.

Knock Knock ………

The dull sound of the drums spread all over the field, shaking in the hearts of the soldiers defending the city, and shaking in the hearts of the people of the eastern city.

……….

“Coming!”

Xu Qi’an, who was raising his glass in a toast, had the ravings of Monk Shenshu ringing in his head.

It’s coming. What’s coming?

He was stunned at first, then immediately awakened to the fact that the Buddha Sect’s messenger group had arrived.

Finally …….. The Buddhas of the West have finally arrived in the capital.

They came for the Sampo case, for the monk Shinshu.

The comer is not good.

He had been in this world for more than half a year and was about to come into contact with a Buddhist monk from the Western Region for the first time.

Supervisor Zheng has already shielded the sky for me, Buddhist monks should not be able to see through the existence of Shenshu monks …….. As the organizer of Sangpo, I can’t avoid dealing with monks. …….. I’ve heard that the Buddhists have all sorts of weird magical powers, such as the “Other Mind Pass”, if that’s the case, are they able to hear my thoughts?

Xu Qi’an was like an enemy.

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PS: No way, just looked at the character card, the filly is already 6000+ quills? Hey, hey, don’t be like this, if it surpasses the male and female main characters, how can I be a human being in the starting point?

This is a little less of a chapter to get into the next storyline, which I’ll have to conceptualize, albeit with a fine outline.

Change before you change.