Immortality is above

Chapter 13 13: The statue of the judge, the god-man enters a dream
  An old statue of a judge is placed in the room, which is incompatible with the books and ink. Its green face and red beard make it look a bit ferocious at first glance.

At night, Chen Wenqing sleeps in front of this thing, doesn't it feel scary?

Facing Chen Liubai's doubts, Chen Wenqing quickly explained: "Liubai, don't underestimate this god. He is the patron god of my high school for the next provincial examination."

"Oh, why did you say that?"

"Is such that……"

Chen Wenqing recounted: "I remember that at the beginning of winter, I drank by the fire one night. I drank too much and got very drunk. I had a dream that night, and I dreamed that a golden-armored god came, and he called himself 'Lu'. , was also a scholar during his lifetime, and came from a scholarly background, but he repeatedly failed in the provincial examination... His situation was the same as mine."

Chen Liubai listened quietly, feeling like he was listening to a story.

What the other party told was a story.

Chen Wenqing continued: "I asked the man of God why he became a god. He said that when he was studying poetry and books, his soul suddenly left his body and came to the door. He saw carriages and horses greeting him. It turned out that he had been appreciated by the City God. We want to take him to the Palace of Ten Kings and serve as the judge of the Left Corridor."

Chen Liubai smiled slightly: "Then Ganqing died suddenly because he stayed up too late."

Chen Wenqing was stunned: "Liu Bai, why do you talk like this?"

"Haha, slip of the tongue, please go on."

"He became a god. However, with the changes of the sea and the dynasty, the Palace of the Ten Kings declined and lost its incense, so it was abandoned. However, Judge Lu's divinity was not destroyed. He entrusted me with a dream and asked me to go up the mountain to help carry the statue down. .”

Chen Liubai raised his eyebrows: "So you went?"

Chen Wenqing said sternly: "The man of God is in a state of despair. Since I have something to ask for, how can I stand by and ignore it?"

Chen Liubai was noncommittal: "What happened next?"

"When I woke up the next day, I followed the instructions and went to the barren mountain to search. Sure enough, I saw the abandoned Ten Kings Palace, and found the statue of Judge Lu in the corridor on the left. It was a wooden sculpture. It was not too heavy and could be carried on my back. Climb it and move it back to the thatched cottage to settle down."

The children who study in the Chen clan not only learn literature but also martial arts, which means "both civil and martial arts".

Although the martial arts learned are not advanced, they can be used to strengthen the body without any pressure. If you learn well, you won't be able to get close to ordinary men.

Chen Liubai used to be more interested in learning martial arts than studying, and thus laid a certain foundation in martial arts.

Of course, due to the level of teaching, you can never become a master. The real qualitative leap can only be achieved after following a Taoist up the mountain.

It is not surprising that Chen Wenqing was so courageous that he dared to go to the barren mountain alone to carry the statue on his back. He himself has a family tradition of martial arts, and his family background is good. He has built up his basic strength since childhood, and when he becomes an adult, even if he is placed in the arena, he can be regarded as a good hand, a true "civilian and martial artist."

This is also an important reason why his family is relieved that he lives in a house in the wild.

If it is a weak scholar who has no power to tie a chicken, it will be different. If a wild wolf comes down, he may take it away.

However, in recent times, Chen Wenqing's behavior has become more and more withdrawn and eccentric. He no longer has servants around him to serve him, and he has lost a lot of weight. His parents became worried and felt that he was working too hard and even seemed crazy.

I have no choice but to persuade you.

After hearing this story, Chen Liubai asked with a half-smile: "Brother Wenqing, you have helped the god so much, you should be rewarded, right? Or, did the god make a condition first, and then you took action?" What's on your mind?"

Hearing this, Chen Wenqing flicked his sleeves and said displeasedly: "It's wrong to leave blank. How come you have become so utilitarian after not seeing each other for so many years? As scholars, we have benevolence and righteousness in our hearts. How can we covet others' rewards? What's more, this is God."

Chen Liubai: "..."

Chen Wenqing glanced at him: "Don't mention these words again. Lu Pan and I hit it off immediately, so we carried the statue down and placed it in the room. From then on, every two or three days, He would come to me in dreams. We In the dream, I drink and talk freely, talk about life and the world, write articles and crafts, and become close friends, which is very pleasant."

Chen Liubai asked: "Listen to what you said, you are talking about classical literature and art in your dreams, wouldn't your academic articles be greatly improved?"

"Of course, you see."

Chen Wenqing said proudly, and took a piece of paper with an article densely written on it. Chen Liubai took it and looked at it carefully. Sure enough, the arguments were clear and the arguments were clear. It was a good article.

"Not only articles, I also learned classical poetry and wrote many works."

After rummaging around for a while, Chen Wenqing found a pile of paper with poems written on it and handed it to Chen Liubai to read.

"It's well written, with good rhythm and rhythm, and a certain artistic conception."

Chen Liubai gave a pertinent evaluation.

Hearing this, Chen Wenqing was like a student who had received an award. He couldn't help laughing. He laughed so hard that he started to cough.

Chen Liubai helped him sit down: "Brother Wen Qing, you don't have to be so excited."

"I'm happy."

Chen Wenqing said excitedly: "Remember in the past, you were a child prodigy in the clan. You could compose poetry at the age of seven and write essays at the age of eight. How glorious was it? By the way, the song "Grass" you wrote back then: Li Liyuan went to the grass, one year old Once withered and prosperous; wild fire cannot burn it out, but spring breeze blows and comes back to life. This is a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation. It writes the philosophy of life and is praised by the elders of the tribe. It is still a must-learn poem in ethnic studies classes."

Chen Liubai's old face blushed slightly: "It's all in the past."

"It will never pass. Masterpieces of poetry can be passed down from generation to generation. To be honest, my dream is to write such a good piece of work."

Chen Wenqing's eyes revealed a kind of morbid fanaticism. He was actually ambitious and arrogant. Although he had a close personal relationship with Chen Liubai at that time, he was still unconvinced and silently worked hard to surpass him.

Over time, this became an obsession. Especially after repeatedly failing the exam, this obsession became more and more intense.

Because he thought that if he passed the exam, at least he would be able to surpass Chen Liubai in terms of fame.

I had no choice but to take the exam three times and failed every time.

Under such circumstances, he couldn't help but wonder, if Chen Liubai came to take the exam, would he pass the exam right away, or even come out on top and pass the exam?

This thought was like an inner demon, constantly biting his body and mind, making him feel extremely painful.

Until I got acquainted with God Lu Pian, I felt like old friends at first sight.

Chen Wenqing believed that he had received an opportunity, and from now on, he would be completely transformed and prosperous.

This is what the man of God told him in his dream, saying: "This year he will be the leader!"

At this time, the boy Aqiu had made tea, brought it in, put some pastries and candied fruits on the table, and greeted him earnestly: "Mr. Chen, please have some tea."

He was very happy to see his young master chatting happily with Chen Liubai. If he could make friends and solve the problem, his young master might let go of his obsession.

"Tea please."

After saying so many words in one breath, Chen Wenqing felt a little dry, so he picked up the tea and drank it.

Maybe he drank too much, but he choked, his face turned red, and he coughed violently.

Wow!

Coughing up a touch of bright red.

The young boy Aqiu was shocked: "Sir, you vomited blood!"

　I set the wrong time and missed the opportunity to make the list on Monday. Woohoo!

　　
  　
  (End of this chapter)