I wanted to go to the Confucian Temple in the Great Sui Dynasty to ask for a cultural fortune, which involved Chen Ping'an's cultivation path. However, Mao Xiaodong did not hurry to take Chen Ping'an to the Confucian Temple, but just took Chen Ping'an slowly and chatted.

Mao Xiaodong asked Chen Ping'an along the way about many interesting stories during his journey. Chen Ping'an traveled twice, but more often traveled through mountains and forests and rivers, and he encountered many Wenwu Temples. Chen Ping'an talked about the seemingly rough but actually talented good friend, Xu Yuanxia, ​​a hero who was a big beard.

In addition to recording the landscapes of various places, this man who left the army would also use fine brushwork to paint ancient wood buildings from various countries. Mao Xiaodong said that this Xiashi Xu could come to the academy as a famous master to teach the students of the academy, and talk about the magnificent mountains and rivers and the rich humanities. The academy could even open a house for him to hang his fine brushwork manuscripts.

Chen Ping'an agreed to Mao Xiaodong and sent a letter to Xu Yuanxia, ​​who had returned to his hometown, inviting him to travel to the Dasui Mountain Cliff Academy.

The largest and highest ritual temple in the capital city of Sui Dynasty was located in the northwest, so the two of them had to pass through half of the capital city from Donghua Mountain. During this period, Mao Xiaodong invited Chen Ping'an to have lunch. It was a small restaurant hidden deep in the alley. The business was not cold, and the wine was not afraid of the deep alley. The rice wine brewed by the restaurant was very skillful.

Mao Xiaodong said that every time he brewed wine, in addition to the owner's choice of glutinous rice, he would also take his son out of the city and rush to Songfengquan, 60 miles away from the capital to carry water. The father and son took turns carrying it on their shoulders, leaving in the morning and returning late, and then brewing this rice wine that the good drinkers in the capital were unwilling to stop.

When Chen Ping'an left the tavern, he bought a large jar of rice wine. When he arrived at the uninhabited alley, he carefully poured it into the sword-raising gourd that had already been seen, and then put the empty jar into the closet.

Inside the things are close, there is "everything is not uncommon".

Clothing books, copywriting and offerings, pots and pans, hatchets, needles and threads, herbs and flints, pieces and pieces.

Seeing that Chen Ping'an had put away the empty wine jar worth a few cents, Mao Xiaodong reminded: "It is a good thing to accumulate a lot of money and gather sand to form a tower. But don't be too stubborn and pick on everything. Otherwise, either the mind is difficult to be clear or the mind is hard to work hard. Although the muscles and bones are strong, they are already exhausted."

Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "I've remembered it."

Mao Xiaodong smiled while caressing his beard.

In fact, it is just his senior brother Mao, but if he doesn't do anything to show off his little airs to Chen Ping'an, how can he reflect the dignity of being a senior brother? If his husband doesn't miss him, he, Mao Xiaodong, always needs to make up for his husband's closed disciples, and he, isn't it?

After traveling for nearly half an hour, we had arrived at the holy place in the hearts of all the local students of the Great Sui Dynasty, the Confucian Temple in the capital.

The Confucian Temple is scattered everywhere in the world, scattered in the sky, like the lights of literary fortune on the earth, shining on the earth.

Unless it is too remote, the smallest counties and counties need to build the Wenwu Temple as usual. After the new officials take office, all county magistrates need to go to the Confucian Temple to worship the saints, and then go to the Wu Temple to pay tribute to the heroes.

So even the small town where Chen Ping'an grew up in the Lizhu Cave Heaven was blocked and blocked, broken and fell, and took root after the Dali territory, the first major event was that the Dali court asked the first county magistrate Wu Yuan to immediately prepare for the site selection of the civil and military temples.

Mao Xiaodong stood outside the Confucian Temple, and Chen Ping'an stood side by side with the old man.

Mao Xiaodong asked: "I used to drink rice wine, but now I have any experience in seeing the Confucian Temple?"

Chen Ping'an replied: "The above is good glutinous rice wine making, and there are endless people who buy wine. It can be seen that the people in the capital have no worries about food and clothing, and there is still a lot of spare money. As for this Confucian Temple, I haven't seen anything yet."

Chen Ping'an answered halfway, and Mao Xiaodong nodded, but this time it wasn't Mao Xiaodong's mysterious tricks, so he gave Chen Ping'an advice:

"There is no movement there, which means that the guys living in mud in the Great Sui Temple are not optimistic about your Chen Ping'an's literary fortune."

Speaking of this, Mao Xiaodong was a little sarcastic, "It was probably because it had been soaked incense for hundreds or hundreds of years, and its eyes were not easy to use."

Mao Xiaodong continued: "The scholars who traveled to the Confucian Temple are pious and visited the Confucian Temple. If they are rich in literary fortunes, the gods of the Confucian Temple will be sensitive and quietly divided into some literary fortunes that increase literary talent as gifts. What people call wonderful writings, articles are natural, and when writing, they are like ghosts and gods helping each other. However, what the sages and gods of the Confucian Temple can do is just adding icing on the cake. In the final analysis, it is still whether the scholars' own skills are deep."

"The people who are willing to do these small actions are mostly done by the incense gods who became gods of civil servants in their country. The most sages and ancestors worshipped by the seventy-two sages in the capitals of various countries are just clay statues. Of course, there is no absolute thing, and there are very few exceptions. In the Confucian Temples in the capitals of the nine dynasties in Haoran, there is often a great saint in charge of them."

Hearing this, Chen Ping'an asked softly: "Now, it is rumored that Dali is the tenth dynasty in the south of Baopingzhou."

Mao Xiaodong smiled and said, "When all the five new mountains of Dali appear, let's talk about this. It's only a northern mountain, Piyun Mountain, which is legitimate and too early."

Mao Xiaodong walked forward, "Let's go, let's meet the saints of the Confucian Temple where the character of the Great Sui Dynasty is located."

Chen Ping'an followed behind.

The Confucian Temple covers a huge area, and there are many literati and poets coming here, but they do not seem crowded.

But when Chen Ping'an followed Mao Xiaodong to the main hall of the Confucian Temple, he found that there was no one around.

It seems that the Confucian Temple was instructed to give tourists to the forefront. Pilgrims approached the front hall to worship the world, and the back hall enshrined the main hall of a saint.

The courtyard is quiet and the ancient trees are towering.

An elderly Confucian scholar with big sleeves and high crown, wearing a long sword hanging around his waist, appeared in a golden body, walked out of the back hall with a clay statue, crossed the threshold, and walked into the courtyard.

Mao Xiaodong bowed and bowed to each other with this famous gangster civil official in the history books of the Great Sui Dynasty.

Before entering this yard, Mao Xiaodong had already told Chen Ping'an about the lives and cultural context of several gods in the Confucian Temple in the capital who are still "living", as well as their great achievements in their respective dynasties.

The god of the Confucian Temple, named Yuan Gaofeng, was one of the founding meritorious deeds of the Great Sui Dynasty. He was also a Confucian general with outstanding military achievements. He abandoned his pen and joined the founding emperor of the Gao clan of the Geyang family to build a country on the back. After getting off the horse, he was appointed as the Minister of Personnel and was awarded the title of Grand Secretary of the Wuying Palace. He worked hard and made great achievements. After his death, he was posthumously named Wen Zheng. The Yuan family is still the top rank of the Great Sui Dynasty, with many talents. The contemporary Yuan family head once served as the Minister of Justice. He resigned due to illness. Many of his descendants were handsome and made achievements in the officialdom, battlefield, and study study.

Yuan Gaofeng himself was also the first official to be posthumously named Wen Zheng by the emperor since the founding of the Sui Dynasty.

Yuan Gaofeng asked, "I wonder what the Lord Maoshan is here?"

Mao Xiaodong asked back, "Ask aware of it?"

Yuan Gaofeng's expression remained unchanged, "I would like to invite the Lord Maoshan to speak out clearly."

Mao Xiaodong said slowly: "I want to take a piece of cultural fortune from your Confucian Temple and borrow another one. Among the ritual sacrificial utensils of the Confucian Temple, I will roughly temporarily take away the sil and a set of chime chimes. In addition, one gui, two candlesticks, which are the share that our cliff academy should have, and the large blue and white jar that you later moved from the local Confucian Temple and asked someone to make. This is borrowed from your Confucian Temple. In addition to the cultural fortune contained therein, the artifacts themselves will of course be returned to you in full."

Yuan Gaofeng asked, "Why don't you Mao Xiaodong go and grab it?"

It turns out that he was a Confucian general, and he was straightforward and unambiguous.

Mao Xiaodong smiled and said, "If I can grab it, I won't be polite to you."

Yuan Gaofeng sarcastically said, "You know, you heard your straight-forward words and speak so loudly. I thought you, Mao Xiaodong, is now a saint of the academy in the Yupu Realm."

Yuan Gaofeng then said, "But the Yupu Realm seems not enough. You Mao Xiaodong can succeed unless you can move the entire Donghua Mountain to the Confucian Temple? It is a difficult situation to lack the realm. It is another difficult to move the cultural fortune of Donghua Mountain with the magical power of immortals moving the mountain. It is extremely difficult. It is really difficult for you, the Lord Mao Dashan."

Mao Xiaodong looked around and laughed: "How to move? The mountain is bigger than the temple. Could it be that it will be smashed down at once and cover the Confucian Temple? Isn't the Confucian Temple, the top leader in the Great Sui Dynasty, destroyed?"

Yuan Gaofeng said sternly: "Mao Xiaodong, don't play business tricks for me here. If you ask me Yuan Gaofeng to accompany you to bargain here, you can be shameless, I am also afraid of insulting my ethics! You know the bottom line of the Confucian Temple!"

Mao Xiaodong didn't realize it.

Chen Ping'an felt a majestic righteous spirit, and faintly, colorful lights appeared, gathering and wandering, almost showing signs of solidity.

The true energy in Chen Ping'an's body was stagnant, and the water palace, which had the water character printed on the original life object, was involuntarily closed, and the green-clothed children born from the essence of water transport were trembling.

Mao Xiaodong did not take action to stop Yuan Gaofeng's intentional demonstration, and Chen Ping'an behind him was suppressed by this strong cultural fortune alone.

Mao Xiaodong stretched out his palm and pointed to the main hall, "Let's go to the back hall to discuss in detail."

Yuan Gaofeng hesitated for a moment and agreed.

Mao Xiaodong asked Chen Ping'an to go to the front hall, but as for the back hall, he didn't have to go.

When Mao Xiaodong and Yuan Gaofeng walked into the back hall, several golden-body gods walked out of the clay statue.

Chen Ping'an walked slowly in the solemn and solemn front hall. This was the first time Chen Ping'an walked into the main hall of the Confucian Temple in a country's capital. At that time, he was in Tongyezhou, and did not follow Yao to the Mirage City of the Daquan Dynasty, otherwise he would have gone to see it. Later, in the capital of Qingluan Kingdom, due to the prevalence of Buddhist and Taoism, Chen Ping'an did not have the opportunity to visit. As for the Nanyuan Kingdom, where the land of Ouhua is blessed, there was no Confucian Temple that worshiped the seventy-two sages.

No matter how far you go and how detailed you see, you will eventually miss one by one, and it is impossible to truly see the scenery.

Time passed and the dusk approached. Chen Ping'an was alone, almost without making any footsteps. He had read the statue of the gods in the front hall twice. He had previously been in the immortal book "Shan Hai Zhi", written by literati from various countries, prose travel notes, and travel notes, and more or less, had contacted these life stories of the "sages" who worshipped the Confucian Temple. This is a place that the Confucians in Haoran are more difficult to understand. Even the mountain owners of the seventy-two academies are used to calling them saints. Why are these great saints with great knowledge and great merits only named after the word "sage" by Confucian orthodox? You should know that compared with the rarer gentlemen of various academies, there are many wise men.

Mao Xiaodong returned from the back hall and Chen Ping'an found that the old man's face was not very good-looking.

Chen Ping'an didn't ask much questions when he was in the Confucian Temple.

After the two walked out of the Confucian Temple, Mao Xiaodong took the initiative to speak, "Everyone is a rooster, it's really hard to talk about."

Chen Ping'an nodded.

Mao Xiaodong looked up at the sky, "I finished visiting the Confucian Temple openly and had dinner later. Then, while it was dark, we went to the other places where the Wenyun gathered to try our luck. Then we would not be able to rush to the road, and we would fight quickly and try our best to return to the academy before the rooster crows tomorrow morning. As for the Confucian Temple, we must not be so stingy. We will come here every day in the future."

After crossing two streets, the two found a restaurant nearby. Before waiting for the meal to be served, Mao Xiaodong told Chen Ping'an with his heart, "The atmosphere of the Confucian Temple is not right. I can understand that Yuan Gaofeng is so inhumane, but the other two saints of Sui Wen who emerged today and swayed flags and shouted for Yuan Gaofeng have always been famous for their gentle temperament in history, and should not be so tough."

Chen Ping'an poured two bowls of rice wine from the sword-raising gourd and asked, "Can Yuan Gaofeng actually use this method to remind us? The gods of the Confucian Temple in the capital must have seen it for a long time in the face of the undercurrents of the Great Sui Dynasty. However, the palms and backs of the hands are flesh, and it is also involved in the reign of the Gao family of the Great Sui Dynasty and the cultural fortune. It is difficult for them to make a decision, so they have to stand by, but they are unwilling to watch us by watching us in the dark, which ruins the cultural context of Donghuashan Academy. Therefore, they deliberately show their faces to others, with words and deeds that violate common sense, and ask us to be careful of the situation outside the Confucian Temple?"

Mao Xiaodong was a little relieved and smiled and said, "I've answered correctly."

Mao Xiaodong looked out the window of the restaurant and said, "I thought that our pair of baits that threw rods into the water should have observed more, or they would just send some small fish and shrimps to peck at night. Unexpectedly, it was not dark and not far from the Confucian Temple. The streets were bustling with pedestrians, so they directly used their trump card, crazy. When did the literati of the Great Sui Dynasty kill so much?"

Chen Ping'an slowly drank the bowl of fragrant rice wine.

Mao Xiaodong asked with a smile: "Are you nervous at all?"

Chen Ping'an put down the wine bowl and said, "I will not hide it from the Lord of Maoshan. I have fought and killed a lot, and I have seen some worldly things."

Mao Xiaodong asked again, "What a big world?"

Chen Ping'an thought for a while and said frankly: "I beat a Yuanying Old Jiao who has been in charge of the small world in Jiaolonggou. He carried the sword of the old sword immortal from the Great Wall of Sword Qi, and was hit by a sword boat by a cultivator's natal magic weapon."

Mao Xiaodong laughed heartily.

Chen Ping'an held back his laughter and added a slander, "I even drank wine with the same deskmate of Maoshan."

Mao Xiaodong quickly picked up the big white bowl, "If you don't say anything in front, you have to drink a big bowl of wine behind you."

After drinking the wine in the bowl, Chen Ping'an suddenly asked, "Can the approximate number of people and cultivation be investigated?"

Mao Xiaodong nodded and said, "I have been wandering around with Xiaobaofei in the past few years, but in fact I have some plans and have been striving to accomplish something. What is the matter? Not to mention it, anyway, within a thousand feet of the surrounding area, I know the Qi training man below the upper five realms and the pure martial artists below the Ninth realm. These five assassins, one Jindan sword cultivator at the Ninth realm, one Longmen realm cultivator at the Dragon Gate Realm, one Longmen realm formation master, one Longmen realm martial artist at the Far Aviation Realm, and one Golden Body Realm martial artist."

Chen Ping'an said helplessly: "I may not be able to help a lot."

Mao Xiaodong stood up with a smile, took out the real amulet of the day and night traveling day and night from his sleeve, and returned it to Chen Ping'an who was standing up, and laughed in his heart: "How can you squander your junior brother's belongings? Put it away."

Chen Ping'an hesitated.

Mao Xiaodong asked with a smile: "Why, I think the enemy is coming in a fierce manner. I am Mao Xiaodong too arrogant? Have you forgotten what I said before? As long as there are no Yupu realm monks who help them to press the formation, I can handle it."

Chen Ping'an frowned and said, "What if there is?"

Mao Xiaodong smiled, "Then I feel more at ease. If you appear here, you can't beat me to death, and at the same time proves that there is no backup or killer moves they have laid down in the academy."

While Mao Xiaodong showed no sign of taking action for the time being.

Chen Ping'an silently poured another bowl of wine.

Mao Xiaodong asked curiously: "What are you doing?"

Chen Ping'an was lowering his head and drinking heavily, "Learn from Zhu Lian, drink the wine."

Mao Xiaodong laughed and scolded, "Good boy, I'm waiting for a Jade Pu realm monk to appear here, right?!"

Chen Ping'an smiled slightly.
Chapter completed!