The next morning.

In Qingtian, on an unknown mountain top, there is a sun viewing hall.

Liu Bowen led Wang Ming here and quietly watched the distance.

The time was just right and the sky was already turning orange.

"Master Wang, look, we're here."

At this time, dawn breaks in the sky, and the edge of the hazy sky and the earth seems to be the boundary between the sky and the earth.

A bright orange sun rises from the east.

The golden morning sun shone on my face, and the endless sky turned into a large area of ​​crimson.

Wang Ming stood quietly, his eyes watching the sun rising little by little in the distance.

He couldn't help but nodded and sighed.

"Okay, okay, Mr. Liu, the sunrise in Qingtian is worthy of its name."

Liu Bowen smiled and nodded in agreement, looking at the sunrise in the distance, praising the red sun in an aria-like tone.

"For thousands of years, it has risen and fallen leisurely."

"It shines on the colorful and troubled times, and also shines on the heroes of the world."

"Everything in the world, whether life or death, honor or disgrace, or fame and great achievements."

"Compared with this red sun, it is just half a blade of grass or a drop of morning dew."

"It's just gone in the blink of an eye..."

Wang Ming nodded slightly, smiled, and clapped his hands slightly in response.

"Mr. Liu is indeed a great man of letters with real character and talent. His literary talent is first-class and his speech is different."

"Unlike me, although I have studied for more than ten years, it was just a waste of time."

"I just know some words, but I don't have much writing in mind."

"Master Liu looked at the sunrise and uttered elegant sentences."

"And I watched the sunrise and pondered it in my mind for a long time, but I could only formulate four words."

Liu Bowen was so praised by Wang Ming that he couldn't help but feel so happy that he stroked his beard and smiled.

"Hahahaha... Mr. Wang has given you too much praise, he has given you too much praise."

"By the way, I wonder what four words Mr. Wang is brewing?"

"Please let Bowen taste it..."

Wang Ming didn't give in. He turned around and looked at the red sun in the distance that had already risen in the sky.

"Damn! It's so beautiful."

Liu Bowen was stunned on the spot and couldn't believe it. It took him a while to recover and speak.

"Wang, Lord Wang...what did you just say? What four words did it come from?"

"I was like, 'Oh my God! It's so beautiful.'"

"It's a pity that I'm uneducated, so I can go around the world with just one word."

"This is the only literary thing in my mind..."

"Why……"

Wang Ming sighed deeply.

Liu Bowen's forehead was sweating, he swallowed his saliva, and could only force a smile to smooth things over.

"Uh, cough...haha, hahaha... Mr. Wang is really good at joking, hahahaha..."

Wang Ming replied seriously.

"I'm not kidding, I only have this little bit of Wenmo in my heart."

"I am really not as good as you, Mr. Liu, in terms of essay writing skills."

"Don't talk about me, even if you are in a higher position, you are much better than me. Even Li Shanchang is far inferior to you, Mr. Liu, isn't it?"

"However, Mr. Liu, although your literary talent is much higher than mine, your knowledge is not as good as mine, your vision is not as good as mine, and what you can see, experience, and know is far inferior to mine."

"The reason is simple."

"Master Liu, you are just a mortal. Although you are highly talented in literature, you only have the wisdom of a mortal."

"But I am a cultivator. My eyes are the stars and the sea, the sky beyond the sky, the heavens and the worlds, the infinite and diverse worlds..."

Liu Bowen fell silent upon hearing this, his expression solemn and even angry.

"Master Wang, do you know that why is it that Zi is silent and has strange powers and chaos?"

Wang Ming shook his head with a calm expression, but answered.

"It seems that the literal meaning is that Confucius did not talk about ghosts and gods."

"I wonder if Mr. Liu can give me any advice?"

Liu Bowen replied solemnly.

"Master Wang's interpretation is correct. The literal meaning is that Sage Confucius did not talk about ghosts and gods."

"However, its other meaning is that Confucius warned his disciples to keep a respectful distance from ghosts and gods. A gentleman should keep the right path in his heart and regard ghosts and gods with his own right mind. Otherwise, he may be controlled by ghosts and gods."

"I once heard Li Shanchang say that Mr. Wang, you seem to rely on supernatural powers and don't have much respect for Confucius and the sages."

"Master Wang, please tell me that Liu can speak frankly. Even if you have supernatural powers like ghosts and gods, you must not disrespect ghosts, gods, and sages!"

"Even if ghosts and gods exist, compared to this eternal earth and this glorious sun, they are no different from us mortals. They are just longer blades of grass and morning dew."

"Looking at the history books, how many times have sacred immortals and Buddhas appeared in the Central Plains over the past thousands of years?"

"Where is the Taoist Patriarch back then? Where is the Buddha today?"

"Thousands of years later, the sacred immortal Buddhas and Taoist Buddhas will only exist in the Guanyu temple, among the clay statues and wood sculptures, and among the Taoist scriptures."

"The sacred immortal Buddha may be higher than mortals, but the knowledge of principles passed down by mortals is equal to the sacred immortal Buddha."

"The wisdom of us mortals may have right and wrong, but we are equal to the sacred immortals and Buddhas, and there is no distinction between superior and inferior..."

Liu Bowen's words made Wang Ming fall silent for a moment.

Yes, even if the wisdom of mortals is flawed, it is equal to the wisdom of divine immortals and Buddhas.

There is only a difference in power between mortals and divine immortals, that's all...

Unexpectedly, I, a time traveler and a modern person with advanced modern civilization in later generations, would be educated by an ancient person...

Not talking about knowledge and vision, just talking about character, I am far behind...

Liu Bowen, Mr. Liu, I have learned from you.

After a while, Wang Ming bowed deeply to Liu Bowen.

"I've learned a lesson, Mr. Liu."

Upon seeing this, Liu Bowen quickly stepped aside and stepped forward to help Wang Ming up.

"Mr. Wang, thank you for your praise, thank you for your praise."

However, Wang Ming did not want to be educated by Liu Bowen like this, he wanted to find some ground.

Therefore, he raised his hand and pointed one finger at the sun in the sky.

"Master Liu, please tell me again, do you know how long this shining sun, like the eternal sun, will live?"

Liu Bowen frowned when asked this question.

"Liu doesn't know that everyone in the world knows that heaven and earth are eternal and the sun never sets."

"But the wisdom of the sages tells us that the heaven and earth also have their day of decay, and the great sun also has its day of extinction, but it is just too far away from us mortals."

"It could be tens of millions of years, or it could be tens of millions of years, who knows?"

"Why, Mr. Wang, do you know how old the sun is?"

Liu Bowen's answer was very cautious and omnipotent, which gave Wang Ming a headache.

He had no choice but to give the answer directly. It seemed that he would never get back from this situation.

Damn it, Liu Bowen’s answer is almost a standard answer!

If I were not a modern person from later generations and knew the lifespan of the sun, I would be really crushed by wisdom today.

"Yes I know."

"The lifespan of the sun is not tens of millions of years, nor tens of millions of years, but millions of years."

"Now, the sun has only lived 4.6 billion years, and it still has 5.4 billion years left to live."

"Five hundred and forty million years later, the sun will go out, the heaven and earth will end, and eternity will cease."
To be continued...