Vol 2 Chapter 51: Fo Guang

Da Feng Da Geng Ren Jing Cha Feng Yun Chapter 51 The three great Confucians did not accept the tacit understanding, but exchanged eyes with each other.
Upon seeing this, Dean Zhao Shou reached out and took the folded rice paper, slowly unfolding it, and then he fell into a long silence.
Perceiving Zhao Shou's abnormality, Zhang Shen tentatively asked, "The Dean?"
But the dean ignored him, murmured in a low voice, fell into a certain emotion, and couldn't get rid of it temporarily.
After a while, Zhao Shou stroked his beard and smiled: "Good poem! I will engrave this poem in the Yashengdian by myself, so that it will become a part of Yunlu Academy. In the future, future generations will look back on this history. That's enough.
"You three come to my Yaju for a drink tonight. Let's drink until dawn."
The three great Confucian scholars found it unbelievable. As the leader of Confucianism, how could President Zhao Shou be so ghoulish because of a poem.
Even the masterpieces such as "Dark Fragrant Floating Moon Twilight" and "Full of Boats and Clear Dreams Compressing the Galaxy", the dean only smiled and praised.
"See it for yourself!" Zhao Shou handed over the paper.
Zhang Shen took it and watched with the two great scholars. The expressions of the three of them suddenly solidified, just like Zhao Shou before, immersed in a certain emotion, unable to get rid of it for a long time.
"Difficult roads, difficult roads, many divergent roads, we are here today. There will be long winds and waves, and there will be times when sailing clouds and sails to help the sea." Li Mubai suddenly tears and said sadly:
"This poem is about our Yunlu Academy."
Two great scholars, Zhang Shen and Chen Tai, clenched their fists. They understood why the dean was gagged. Li Mubai was right. This poem was written to Yunlu Academy.
Looking back on the two centuries since the establishment of the Imperial College, Yunlu Academy has entered the darkest era in history. The students have been studying hard and working hard, but in exchange for Xuezang, there is nowhere to shed blood and full of talents.
Stop the cup and throw the chopsticks and cannot eat, draw the sword and look around at a loss!
And these last two sentences were simply a stroke of magic, which made the great Confucianism alive and excited.
The greatest charm of the poem is empathy, which completely pokes the hearts of Zhao Shou in the courtyard and the three great scholars.
"The Dean..."
Zhang Shen coughed, got rid of the turbulent emotions, and whispered: "Xu Cijiu is my disciple, and I taught it hard."
"I would like to say, it's hard work, hard work." Zhao Shou said with satisfaction.
"I, Zhang Jin, have an unshirkable responsibility for training talents for the academy. How hard it is to talk about it." Zhang Shenyi said righteously:
"However, I have a small request, I hope the dean can meet it."
Chen Tai and Li Mubai became alert for an instant.
Zhao Shou gently said: "What's the requirement?"
"When you engrave a poem by yourself, remember to write a few small characters after resigning from the old signature: Teacher Zhang Shen, the word is Jingyan, a person from Jingzhou."
Zhao Shou hasn't answered yet, Chen Tai and Li Mubai said first: "I object!"
Zhang Shen was furious: "The poems written by my students, whatever your business, is it your turn to object?"
"Shit!"
The two big scholars blew their beards and stared, unceremoniously opening them: "What is your student level, you don't know what to do? Who wrote your poem, don't you dare to say?"
Of course Zhang Shen knew that Xu Cijiu was his student, and his students knew how many jins a few were. The teacher knew better than anyone else.
As for how Xu Cijiu guessed the question, Zhang Shen's idea was that Xu Qian asked Wei Yuan for help.
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The question mark flashed in Zhao Shou's heart, and he waved his hand to isolate the hearing of the student who reported to the side, and said in a deep voice, "What did you say? This poem was not written by Xu Cijiu?"
Chen Tai snorted, "Xu Cijiu is good at policy theory, and his poems are mediocre. How to make such an inspiring masterpiece."
Li Mubai took over: "It's not my student Xu Qi'an."
"When did you become your student again?" Zhang Shen sneered: "That's also my student, so no matter how I write my name, it's correct."
The three great scholars quarreled.
Dean Zhao Shou listened for a moment, and probably understood that this poem was not written by Xu Cijiu, but by his cousin who was praised as the chief poet by the scholars.
That being said, Xu Cijiu also cheated.
"By the way, what is our Huiyuan attending?" Zhao Shou asked.
Confucianism pays attention to character. The higher the level of Confucianism, the more important it is to strengthen the character. To put it bluntly, every Confucianism has extremely high moral integrity.
But this does not mean that all the members of Confucianism, unless they set the "fate" of the virgin when setting the fate stage, otherwise, the section can be missed, and the problem is not big.
But cheating is not a trivial matter.
"Governing the country and the art of war!" Zhang Shendao, he was originally a great scholar known for his art of war.
Governing the country is a "skill" that every Confucian student must learn. On this basis, Confucian students can choose 1-2 major "courses".
Some students are in charge of "The Book of Rites", some students are in charge of "The Doctrine of the Mean", and Xu Cijiu is in charge of "The Art of War".
Zhao Shou heard this and nodded in relief. If he was in charge of the Art of War, there would be no problem and it would not affect his future promotion.
"You don't have to argue about a poem. I think that Xu Qi'an gave this poem to the college through the hand of his cousin. This is the greatest reward for us." Zhao Shou said.
"What the dean said." The three great scholars said in unison.
In the future, I was looking for Xu Ning banquet for a masterpiece.........The three great scholars thought at the same time.
In addition, they tacitly added one sentence in their hearts: Despicable Yang Gong!
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On the second day, Xu Mansion held a big banquet to entertain relatives and friends. According to Xu New Year's intention, the mansion divided three areas for three groups of guests: front yard, back yard, and atrium.
In the atrium sits his classmates and friends, and it is not easy for people outside the backyard to enter, so people of the same race sit. The front yard is Xu Ershu and Xu Qi'an's colleagues.
The three waves of guests were perfectly divided, boasted by drinking and boasting, the scholar ignored the rude martial artist, and Wufu ignored the scholar's pretense.
"Erlang deserves to be a scholar, and the arrangements are well organized." Xu Qi'an sighed while toasting with his little brother around.
"Why didn't our teacher come to participate?" Xu Qi'an asked.
Xu Erlang drank a few glasses of wine, his face was reddish, spitting out alcohol, and said helplessly: "The person who sent the invitation this morning brought back news that the teacher had a fight with two great scholars and was injured."
"Fighting again?" Xu Qi Anxin said, are the scholars at Yunlu Academy of tempers so violent.
The brothers turned to the inner courtyard, where they were all clansmen, and the aunt and uncle stayed on the table to accompany the Xu clan. A few full kids played in the yard, very envious of Xu's compound.
Xu Lingyin was ashamed of her little friends and ate from start to finish, and didn't move her position.
The Xu clan members were very happy. Xu Dalang had just been knighted a while ago, and Xu Ershu immediately went to Huiyuan. This is a sign that the Xu family is about to rise.
While the younger generation is happy, they think more about relying on this big tree, so they will not be able to grow up.
The happiness of the older generation is more pure, and the old tearful said that the ancestors appeared, and the Xu family was about to become a big clan.
"Donkey Erdan," a clan elder stood up, patted the back of Xu Pingzhi's hand, and said with satisfaction:
"Dalang and Erlang can become talents, you are indispensable. You have cultivated both a literary and a martial arts. You are better than those masters. I happen to have a pair of grandchildren in my family. How many years will you help me take the two eggs?"
Donkey Erdan is the second uncle's milk name, and Xu Qi'an's father's milk name is Donkey Big Egg.
This name means that the elderly in the clan can make a call.
"Hahaha, okay, no problem, my uncle may send the two little boys here." Xu Pingzhi was proud of the spring breeze, a little floating. He even felt that Xu Cijiu and Xu Ningyan were able to become talents because of him.
You have a credit for the fart, you are obviously not the son of man Xu Pingzhi............Xu Qi'an smiled and complained.
Dad really has no self-knowledge, you are just a vulgar martial artist...Xu Xinnian is slanderous.
In the area of ​​educating children, no one praised herself, which made her aunt feel very angry, but thinking of the previous festivals with her nephew, she felt that if she stood up and asked for credit, she would definitely be embarrassed by her nephew.
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Beijing, Ximen.
The soldiers guarding the city suddenly heard the Sanskrit sound that seemed to exist and seemed to be non-existent, and the ethereal seemed to come from the sky.
A soldier dug his ears and found that the Sanskrit sounds still echoed in his ears, "Hey, have you heard any strange sounds..."
As soon as he finished asking, he saw colleagues on the opposite side and around him also picking their ears.
At this time, someone on the city wall shouted: "Buddha light, there is Buddha light to the west..."
The soldiers under the city wall clenched their spears subconsciously and looked vigilantly in the distance. After a few seconds, they saw the golden Buddha light rising from the west.
It seems that the sun is rising...not ~EbookFREE.me~ is purer and more affinity than the sun.
Before they knew it, they released the spear they were holding tightly, and raised their eyes to look at the pure Buddha light, their eyes pious and gentle, as if their hearts were washed.
Thousands of households who defended the city bit their tongues hard, the pain stimulated his brain, and he gained a brief sobriety to fight against his inner "piety."
He staggered and pushed away the pawns who looked obsessedly, grabbed the drums, and beat them again and again.
咚咚咚.........
The dull drum sound spread all over the place, shaking in the hearts of the guards, and in the hearts of the people in Dongcheng.
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"coming!"
Xu Qi'an, who was toasting with a glass of wine, heard the monk's chatter in his mind.
Coming, what is coming?
He was taken aback for a moment, and then immediately awakened that the Buddhist envoys came.
Finally..... Buddhism from the Western Regions finally arrived in Beijing.
They came for the case of Sangbo, and for the monk of God.
The comer is not good.
He has been in this world for more than half a year, and is about to meet the Buddhist monks of the Western Regions for the first time.
Jianzheng has shielded Skyrim for me. Buddhist monks should not be able to see through the existence of the monks of the gods...As the organizer of Sangbo, I definitely cannot avoid dealing with the monks... I heard that Buddhism has all kinds of weird supernatural powers, such as "Hexintong" and so on. If this is the case, can they hear my thoughts?
Xu Qi'an was like a big enemy.
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PS: No, I just glanced at the character card, the little mare has 6000+ refills? Hey, don’t do this, if it surpasses the masters of men and women, how can I behave at the starting point?
This chapter is a little bit shorter, and to move on to the next plot, I have to make a good idea, although there is a detailed outline.
Change first and then change.