Divine Book Era

Chapter 19
"Articles that can arouse the will of heaven and earth to resonate and carry the Dao are cultural treasures!"

The Heavenly Snake King said.

"Heaven and earth resonate, carrying the Dao?" Liu Xiu was slightly surprised.

"In the lineage of Wen Dao, what is cultivated is the will, which is different from the way of immortality and martial arts. Everything in the world has a will, the vegetation has a will, the mountains and rivers have a will, the earth has a will, the stars have a will, and the sky has a will. In the Middle Ages, The sage mobilized the will of the heavens and descended with the art of killing, and he was able to kill gods and immortals in one fell swoop, which can be said to be invincible!"

The Heavenly Snake King said: "Language is the origin of civilization; characters are the veins of the Dao; articles are the carrier of the Dao. In ancient times, some sages' articles had the power to shake the world and shake the world. There is a Dao, which resonates with the Dao of Heaven and Earth, forming a killing force; the ancient sages' articles, why can suppress the luck of a country, a family, and a family, because the Dao is in it!"

"The essays of a Confucian scholar are as heavy as a thousand catties; the essays of a great Confucian are as heavy as a thousand jin; the essays of a sage are as heavy as Mount Tai. Why are they so important? It is only because the Dao is in them! The article carries the Dao, so it is naturally heavy!"

"Can I?"

Liu Xiu said a little self-consciously: "Writing is the way to convey the truth. Can my articles bear the weight of the way?"

"Okay, you and I are alive; no, you and I are dead!"

The Heavenly Snake King said.

Between life and death, there are not many choices.

Besides, the Heavenly Snake King believes in Liu Xiu, he can do it.

"Now, with all my remaining strength, I will shatter the rope and let you come down, life and death are on the line!" said the Heavenly Snake King.

"Okay!" Liu Xiu responded.

"Tear!" The Heavenly Snake King mobilized the remaining power of the primordial spirit, and bombarded away. Suddenly, the rope tied to Liu Xiu's wrist was broken, and Liu Xiu fell to the ground in an instant. Has been ground out of blood.

And this time, the Heavenly Snake King also exhausted the remaining power, and the primordial spirit became even more bleak.

"Boy, it's up to you!"

Liu Xiu panted and thought.

Wenbao is the carrier of Dao, which can resonate with heaven and earth.

Wenbao has always been hard to find.

Wenbao is not about writing an article, or it can be turned into an article; it can only be called Wenbao if there is a reason in it and it resonates with the will of heaven and earth.

An article can evolve into a cultural treasure only when it is written for the first time; and the second time, it no longer has the power of a cultural treasure.

To make a cultural treasure, three conditions need to be met.

First, there is a good article, and there is a great way in the article.The more profound the avenue carried in the article, the more powerful it is; on the contrary, if there is nothing to say, there will be no illness.Even if a sage writes it by hand, it may not be able to become the most low-level cultural treasure.

Second, he has a strong literary and moral cultivation base.The more powerful the Wen Dao cultivation base is, the higher the success rate of making cultural treasures will be.

Third, have better paper and better ink.The more powerful the article, the more profound the truth, and the higher the requirements for paper and ink.Legend has it that when some sages made cultural treasures, they mostly carved their characters on the bones of divine beasts, the shells of basaltic turtles, and on top of tripods. It was because these "papers" could bear the weight of the Great Dao.

Legend has it that when some saints make cultural treasures, they have extremely high requirements for ink. Most of these inks are the blood of beasts, saints, gods, immortals, and emperors.

But now, Liu Xiu is poor and white, and his cultivation is the second level of Confucian scholars. He can barely make cultural treasures; he has no pen, ink, paper and inkstone, the simplest inkstone, and as for the rough brush, he does not have paper.How to fight back!
"Forget it, there is no brush, my fingers are just brushes!"

"There is no ink, my blood is ink!"

"There is no paper, the robe on my body is paper!"

A trace of determination flashed in Liu Xiu's eyes, as firm as a mountain.

As he spoke, Liu Xiu moved his hand, took off the robe he was wearing, bit his fingertips, and began to write, "Song of Righteousness":
There is righteousness in the world, mixed with manifolds.The lower part is Heyue, and the upper part is the sun star.Yu Ren said Hao Ran, Pei Hu Sai Cang Ming.Huanglu should be Qingyi, Hanhe Tu Mingting.I will see you when the season is poor, and you will see them one by one.In Qi Taishi Jian, in Jin Donghu's pen.In Qin Zhang Liangzhu, in Han Su Wu Festival.He is the head of General Yan, and he is blooded by Ji Shi.It is Zhang Suiyang's tooth, and Yan Chang's tongue.Or a Liaodong hat, clearing Li Bingxue.Or to be a teacher, ghosts and gods weep heroically.Or to cross the river, generously swallow Hu Jie.Or to strike a thief, the reverse vertical head is broken.It is majestic, fierce and fierce forever.When it pierces the sun and the moon, life and death are safe and secure.

Dimensions depend on it, and Tianzhu depends on it.The three cardinal principles are really related to life, and morality is the root.Sigh to Yu Yangjiu, Li is also weak.The prisoner of Chu tasseled his crown, and sent the chariot to the poor north.The tripod wok is as sweet as sugar, and it is impossible to ask for it.The yin house is full of will-o'-the-wisps, and the spring courtyard is closed and it is dark.Niu Ji is the same soap, chickens live in phoenixes.Once covered with fog and dew, it is divided into barren ditch.No matter how cold or hot it is, it will be easy for a hundred diseases to heal themselves.You are so sad, I am happy for my country.There is no such thing as Miao Qiao, yin and yang cannot be thieves.Thinking about it, I looked up at the floating clouds.My heart is sad for a long time, the sky is so terrific.The day of the philosopher is far away, and the punishment is in the past.The eaves show books and read, and the ancient roads shine in color.

Boom boom boom!

The moment Liu Xiu finished writing, there was a thunder from heaven and earth, which came from the void and reached everyone's ears.

The thunder was so loud that it was transmitted to all the states in the middle land, and it was spread overseas, and it spread to the endless wilderness, and spread to the nine heavens.

Not only the human race, but even the barbarian race, monster race, overseas races, natural gods, and reclusive immortals all heard the strange thunder.

"This is the thunder of heaven, which has aroused the resonance of heaven!"

An ancient monk sighed slightly.

"In the age of the end of the Dharma, such an astonishing genius appeared!"

"Words carry the Tao. Only the legendary sacred texts can arouse the resonance of the heaven and the earth, and carry the Dao, can they arouse the resonance of the heaven and the earth, and can arouse the thunder of the heavens. I don't know what Dao they carry?"

?? hum!
After the thunder, a huge golden beam of light descended from the sky.

Sweeping across the five states of Chu State, surrounded by endless golden light, within the golden light, there is endless power of heaven, nourishing all beings in the world.And the center of all these is Liu Xiu as the center, with him as the ruler of the world.

Buzz!
Liu Xiu felt bursts of golden light entering her body, nourishing her body, and her originally weak body gradually recovered.

Buzz!
One after another words, soared into the sky, flew up to the nine heavens, and turned into poems of Zhengqi Song.

As if the floodgate had been broken, Liu Xiu stepped into the third realm of Confucian scholars in one fell swoop, and a strange phenomenon was born in the scholarly spirit.

A vision is the recognition of heaven and earth.

And with the writing of Zhengqi Song, Liu Xiu easily stepped into the third realm of Confucian scholars.

"That's right, that's right, this kid is indeed a man of great luck!" The Heavenly Snake King was also absorbing the golden light, and his original illusory soul became more solidified, "In 500 years, a saint will be born. The avenue, the heaven and the earth are radiant, illuminating the past and the present. As long as this kid is not dead, he will definitely become a saint in the future!"

(End of this chapter)