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Chapter 96: The arrival of the Confucian sage, the new world of learning, and the theory of destiny
  A middle-aged man with slightly frosted temples, wearing a blue scholar's shirt, stepped on the golden lotus with characters, and slowly walked down from the dome of the main hall.

The sacred blue and purple literary energy is close to him, and the sky turns into the shadow of green lotus and purple mulberry trees. Even if he stands among many officials and is washed away by the majestic official destiny, he cannot cover up the unparalleled holy energy in his body. The form of awe-inspiring righteousness is intact. Golden and bright.

As soon as he appeared, the entire stone statues in the Wenchang Pavilion of the Imperial Capital trembled slightly, as if they were welcoming him. All the scholars looked in the direction of the palace in tacit agreement, with stunned eyes, understanding what this meant.

Pilgrimage to the Confucian Temple, a saint arrives!

These seemingly superior officials were all pleasantly surprised. Even the scholars from other academies who arrived were shocked. Many officials from the Hanlin Academy shouted as if they were crazy:
  "The spirit of a saint, the Confucian sage is here in person, the Confucian sage is here in person!"

"It's actually Senior Ji Qinglin! I've just been reading his new learning philosophy recently, and I met myself today!"

When Chen Ke heard this name, he realized that this person's identity was not simple, and murmured: "Can it be said?"

This middle-aged scholar-shirted man is actually a saint? !

You know, there have been a total of more than ten Confucian saints in the ancient and modern dynasties of the Middle-earth Divine Continent.

A saint is rare to see in five hundred years.

Sages come out every hundred years.

It takes the right time, right place, right people, and all the proud men of the era to fight together to stand out.

If a dynasty produces a saint, it can last for at least a hundred years.

At this moment, a belated and elegant voice fell from the sky.

The middle-aged man in a blue Confucian shirt who was as gentle as jade stood with his hands behind his back and slowly lowered his head. His face was kind and his eyes were clear. Only the Confucians around him could see the invisible holy aura surrounding him.

The sound is like spring breeze, soothing the heart and mind.

Although he didn't show any sharpness, and his tone was even kind, the awe-inspiring righteousness he exuded was as dazzling as the rising sun.

The great scholar Liang Boyan turned to look at this person, slightly surprised: "Is this voice coming from..."

Yuan Xuangang, the chief minister who was surrounded by ministers, also looked over and said in a solemn voice: "The first headmaster of Luochuan Academy, the first chief minister of the Great Zhou Dynasty five hundred years ago, and a contemporary literary saint."

"I'll wait to see the Literary Saint."

The next moment, all the officials bowed to the middle-aged man in Confucian robes to show their respect. They called him Su Wensheng.

The two latest saints in this thousand years are the Wen Sage and the Li Sage. The Wen Sage is in front and the Li Sage is behind.

The Literary Sage belonged to the Great Zhou Dynasty and supported the young emperor. As the first assistant, he served as regent of the Great Zhou Dynasty. He worked conscientiously and continued the destiny of the Great Zhou Dynasty for another hundred years. His achievements in prose reached a very high level. If he had not been gossiped about, he would have automatically Even if he resigned and went into hiding, the Great Zhou Dynasty would not have perished so quickly.

You must know that the Great Zhou Dynasty has enjoyed 800 years of reign, which is not low. Among them, the literary saints of the Great Zhou Dynasty have half of the credit.

Su Wensheng was dressed in a green shirt, with an elegant and decent temperament. Seeing the worship of everyone, he couldn't help but return the salute to everyone, without any pretense or pretense.

"You're welcome."

"Su Wensheng came to the Great Yan Palace in person, and it was full of glory."

Even Yuan Xuangang had to show some kindness to him.

Although the other party is a veteran of the former dynasty, but now that the Great Zhou Dynasty has long been destroyed, it doesn’t matter. Each of them is their own master. There is nothing wrong with maintaining some respect now. Maybe they can even invite the other party to make the fortune of the country of Great Yan even better. point.

The literary sage lived in seclusion for hundreds of years and could not escape from the world. Now that he has appeared in the world, he must have a plan!
  Chen Ke watched these big shots appear one after another, and his whole body was numb with shock.

The academies that he wanted to enter and the great scholars that he wanted to meet before were now gathered in front of him, each of them showing expectant eyes.

This is a Confucian sage!

How many people will never see a great Confucian in their lifetime, let alone a Confucian sage!

All because of himself, he rose to the Seventh Realm overnight and condensed his literary fortune.

But he knew from the bottom of his heart that everything was due to the poem written by His Highness the Sixth Prince.

All enlightenment begins with this poem. This sentence itself has no literary grace or blessing from the holy words, but it is the beginning of my own enlightenment.

He suddenly remembered again.

The instructions given to him by His Highness.

No matter what, this sentence cannot be shown to others, nor can it be said that it was given by him.

Thinking of this, Chen Ke felt that His Highness might have some concerns.

Thinking about it this way, the Sixth Prince really kept his secrets well hidden.

When he listened to Mr. Qi's lecture on "What is the atmosphere of a saint" in Xuezhai, he felt that the sixth prince's answer was very good.

Later, Su Wensheng looked at Chen Ke in the center of the hall and found that the other person's face was very nervous. He smiled and said:
  "Sure enough, you are a terrible person. What is your name?"

"The Confucian scholar Chen Ke has met the Literary Sage."

Chen Ke saluted.

The more Su Wensheng looked at Chen Ke, the more satisfied he became. He saw his innocent heart and was neither arrogant nor impetuous. He couldn't help but nodded: "Your future is actually not muddy. You have the image of a saint and will become a saint in the future. Don't belittle yourself."

As soon as this statement came out, everyone was surprised. They did not expect that Wen Sheng would have such a high evaluation.

"Since you can summon the mysterious bird of literary luck, it is enough to prove your talent in Confucianism and Taoism. There is just one thing that makes me curious, and that is the perspective in the poem. Why is it an old man? What is the purpose of this design?"

Literary Saint asked.

His words made many people think deeply.

Yes.

They have never thought about this problem.

Why did the perspective they saw and the voice of the avenue they heard was that of a poor old man.

In response to this, Chen Ke recalled the story told by His Highness and responded in a neither humble nor arrogant manner: "The master in the poem is an old scholar who failed in the imperial examination and was running around with no way to serve. He has compassion but no thunderous means, and he is depressed all his life. , Yang wanted to use this sentence to establish a clear destiny."

"From your tone, it sounds like you didn't write this sentence?" the great scholar Liang Wengong asked with a smile.

"It's not me, it's someone else. It's a gift from an old friend. I hope I can get out of this predicament and not fall into the clouds." Chen Ke didn't think of taking this sentence as his own. After all, it was His Highness's.

"It's just that I was inspired by this statement, and that's why I am who I am now."

These words made many people nod their heads.

This boy has a sincere heart, which is really rare.

They also knew that if it weren't for Chen Ke, this sentence would not have been able to attract the mysterious phenomenon of the black bird. It would have become just a sentence. Of course, this sentence is also very important. It is like a spring. Without it, there would be no spring water. .

"This man really has a heart to help the world and bring peace to the people!"

"With such a big heart, he must be a hermit with great talents."

"It's really amazing. It's a little hidden in the city. It's true."

Many people began to praise this old friend mentioned by Chen Ke.

Literary Saint was even more satisfied with his performance, and smiled softly and said: "Compared with this sentence, what is more important is that your understanding and qualifications are all excellent. I happen to have a study in Bashu. If you are interested, come and sit. Sit down?"

When this statement came out, everyone was lost.

Does Wen Sheng mean to accept Chen Ke as his disciple?

But to be honest, it makes sense.

In front of him, so many important people came to the court one after another.

Many officials already know this.

These great Confucians all saw the strange phenomena of Confucianism and Taoism, and they came one after another, and they all wanted to poach Chen Ke!

You know, a long time ago, there were three hundred disciples under the Wen Sheng throne, and all of them were dragons among men, and none of them were local officials and humiliators of the imperial court.

It is a pity that after hiding in the world hundreds of years ago, it has closed its doors and no longer recruits disciples.

Now he actually made an exception for Chen Ke?
  Including the great scholars around him were all surprised.

Didn't they come here just to bring this amazing talent into the academy?
  The development, scale, and reputation of the academy all depend on the excellence of its students.

The more talented people there are, the more famous the academy becomes, and the greater its reputation.

They never expected that a dignified literary sage would come to compete with them for students.

Just when everyone was surprised, Chen Ke said something even more shocking.

"Thank you for your kindness, Master Literary. I will definitely go to your study when I have time, but I have no plans to do so for the time being. Chen has an important position and is responsible for the king's orders, so he has many worries."

This guy actually refused!

No matter how many people ask for the saint’s apprenticeship, they can’t get it!

The young scholars were all astonished. They didn't expect that this boy was so arrogant that he couldn't even look down on a saint?

There was naturally a reason why Chen Ke refused.

First of all, his great path is to practice in the world and open a way to peace for poor families. Instead of studying the Bible under the saints and being a book boy, this is not in line with his way.

Secondly, he needs to read a large number of books every day. Looking at the world, only Wenyuan Pavilion has the largest collection of books, accumulating thousands of years of books.

The last reason is that he cannot leave His Highness the Sixth Prince.

Nowadays, in addition to the school secretary, he also has an identity, that is, he is a disciple of the Sixth Prince.

Although His Highness did not take this status seriously, he could not take it seriously. He still had to abide by his duty as a minister and be on standby.

Although he respected the saint very much, he also had his own ideas.

Su Wensheng saw what he was thinking at a glance: "It turns out that you don't want to leave the Imperial Capital, and you have a lot of responsibilities."

He didn't show any annoyance, but instead nodded more approvingly, with even more appreciation on his face.

"Actually, there is a solution. I can accept you as a registered disciple, even if you don't have to go to the study."

Wen Sheng gave him another chance.

Chen Ke didn't expect that the other party would give him such face.

If he refused again, he would be disrespectful of flattery, so he bowed very respectfully:
  "Chen Ke has met Mr.

Seeing this scene, the other great scholars sighed and deeply regretted that they had missed the opportunity.

Chen Ke is a great talent, and whoever can accept him as his disciple can make his own lineage shine.

Obviously they don't have this chance.

Su Wensheng looked at the many Confucian and Taoist experts and said seriously: "I have retired for hundreds of years and gained a lot of insights into teaching. At the same time, I am full of worries about the future. The number of five hundred years has gradually bottomed out. There is no new learning yet, and Those who determine the fate of the cauldron must work harder."

These words caused many people to think.

Five hundred years is a reincarnation in the Confucian concept and a turning point in the dynasty.

There is an ancient example of destiny changing every five hundred years.

But now more than half of it has passed, and there is still no new theory that has influenced the world, and there is no successor to Dingding who can take over the Great Yan orthodoxy.

If five hundred years of reincarnation have passed, new learning has not been produced, and the previous dynasty has not won a new destiny, then a great disaster will come and the dynasty's strength will completely decline.

To put it bluntly, this world needs more and more fresh blood to inject vitality into the people, otherwise everything will decline.

Nowadays, the new learning has not yet been born. The last Great Yan Dynasty, which was determined by its destiny, is now facing many challenges and is declining. It does not look like a good sign.

Only this mysterious bird of literary luck injected a lot of vitality into Dayan.

　For Chen Ke, I wrote it as a "protagonist" supporting role, which was my first attempt.

　　
  　
  (End of this chapter)