"Buzz!"

At this time, outside the pavilion, Zhang Cang was surrounded by golden light, and the golden light quickly gathered in his hand. Soon, a blank bamboo slip appeared in his hand.

There were faint golden words on the bamboo slips, but soon the words disappeared, as if they had never appeared before...

The natal treasure is condensed, and at this moment, Zhang Cang entered the realm of a first-class corrupt scholar!

"Boom!" The violent golden light suddenly spread, crushing a hundred meters in radius.

"Um……"

Zhang Cang shook his head and finally came to his senses, but then he was a little confused again, subconsciously looking at the bamboo slips condensed in his hand...

It seems that it succeeded?

At this moment, he had a lot of knowledge about the Confucian practice system in his mind.

Confucianism cultivates great spirit, literary talent, literature can be at peace with the world. With one word, one can determine the universe, and the words will follow the law...

And now, he has set foot on the starting point of the Confucian practice system, and the future is promising!

"Success!"

Zhang Cang murmured, the smile on his face became more and more obvious, and finally turned into ecstasy!

"Master! Master, the disciple succeeded, the disciple succeeded!"

He said, looking around, as if he wanted to find Xunzi, as if he wanted to find Chu Yuan...

However, where are there people around?

"Oh?" Zhang Cang was confused. Where is the person? He was still there before? Why are people gone now?

"Mr. and the young man are leaving!" At this time, a servant stepped forward and looked at Zhang Cang, with a look of awe and spoke respectfully.

"Go? Go?"

Zhang Cang was stunned and subconsciously asked: "How long will it take for me to enter into meditation?"

"At once……"

The servant frowned and whispered: "Just one cup of tea!"

"A cup of tea?" Zhang Cang was silent, and the master left after a cup of tea.

"Then, Master and the others said where to go?" Zhang Cang asked again.

The servant continued, "I said I went to the Confucius Temple."

"Confucius Temple! Haha, OK!"

Zhang Cang was happy and said to himself: "The Confucius Temple is thousands of miles away from this place. With my current strength, it is not a problem to pursue it now."

As he said that, Zhang Cang was about to set off...

At this moment, he was full of confidence and couldn't wait to try his new abilities. He felt that he was very powerful, awesome, and was so inflated that he couldn't wait to show it in front of Xunzi.

"That..." At this time, the servant looked embarrassed and wanted to speak but stopped...

"Huh? What's the matter?" Zhang Cang frowned, but there was nothing unhappy. If it were someone else, he might feel superior and became extraordinary.

But Zhang Cang is still rational. After all, he is a Confucian scholar and will not over-expand because of his power...

Well, there must be some small expansion.

When he saw Zhang Cang frowning, the servant hurriedly said, "Mr. and Mr., I'm afraid they have already arrived at the Confucius Temple..."

"Uh? What did you say?"

Zhang Cang was stunned, frowned and looked at the servant, and said in a deep voice: "You have thought it through, are you sure that the teacher has arrived? This is a thousand miles away. Can a cup of tea cross a thousand miles?"

"This, sir said, when they left... when they left..." The servant wanted to speak but stopped. For a moment, he could not find words to describe what happened at that time...

"What happened when I left?" Zhang Cang still frowned, always feeling confused.

"That's right, I clearly saw the husband and the young man chatting well, but as I was chatting, there was no sign of a sign, and it disappeared in a flash!" The servant could only honestly tell what had happened before...

It's weird...

It was obvious that the two of them were talking normally, and everyone around them could see clearly, but as they looked, they disappeared in an instant...

The key point is that they haven't reacted yet, just as it's normal. It was not until Zhang Cang woke up and shouted there that they suddenly realized that Xunzi and Chu Yuan were gone!

It's so weird that it can't be described in words...

It's like...

"The Tao follows nature!" Zhang Cang murmured, shocked in his heart. According to the description of this servant, Zhang Cang thought of this word in his mind for a moment...

Everything happened so naturally, just like it should have been, without any abruptness, and integrated with everything around it...

Until now, he felt as if he was poured on his head by a basin of cold water, and his heart was cold and he calmed down completely.

Good guy, I just entered the world of cultivation and was so complacent and arrogant...

Still thinking about showing off in front of the teacher and the young man?

Little do they know that others have reached a new level, that unspeakable state, crushing themselves many times.

Zhang Cang was shocked and suspicious.

To be honest, he really wants to go to the Confucius Temple now and see how great monks fight.

He also wanted to learn it, and wanted to learn the feeling of Tao following nature...

study……

Zhang Cang's eyes turned slightly and looked at the bamboo slips condensed in his hand. The bamboo slips were empty and there were no text fonts, but occasionally there would be some golden characters flashing.

The golden light character gives people an extremely mysterious feeling, and others can't understand what it is...

Only Zhang Cang himself knows...

His bamboo slips have an exclusive feature, that is, recording...

Of course, normal bamboo slips can also be recorded, but the things recorded by Zhang Cang's literary treasure are a bit different and a little special...

For example...

Now, Zhang Cang really wants to record Chu Yuan’s Taoism and follow nature, and then learn it!

...

At this time, at the Confucius Temple...

Just Chu Yuan didn't know Zhang Cang's characteristics. If he knew, he would probably have to steal this ability...

Of course, for now, Chu Yuan didn't go back and care about Zhang Cang. What he cared more about was the Confucius Temple in front of him...

"Is this, Confucius Temple?" Chu Yuan looked at the three small houses in front of him in shock, and looked at the three small temples, a little confused.

If Xunzi didn't say that this was a Confucius Temple, Chu Yuan would think this was a land temple.

Yes, the Confucius Temple is very dilapidated and small. Not to mention the specifications of later generations, it is even worse than that of some small god temples.

The small temple is not consistent with Confucius' status.

Moreover, the key is that this is not a specially built temple, but just a house. Because the house is built, this is actually Confucius' former residence and where Confucius once lived.

In order to mourn Confucius, the clothes, cars, pianos and other relics that Confucius wore were collected here for commemoration.

"I think it's too small?" Xunzi looked at Chu Yuan and asked with a smile.

From Chu Yuan's tone, you can tell that the Confucius Temple seemed to be a little surprised.

"It's true..." Chu Yuan nodded.

He tried hard to recall himself and the description of the Confucius Temple, and to the point where he knew vaguely that the Confucius Temple had five halls, one temple, one pavilion, one altar, two halls, seventeen stele pavilions, fifty-three gate yards, and a total of 466 halls and verandas...

But the three huts in front of you...

"After all, it's Saint Kong. Are these three small houses too cold?" Chu Yuan looked at Xunzi and asked with a tilted head.

"Is it cold?"
Chapter completed!