fifth form

Chapter 2500 Waiting and Seeing
Qilin Pavilion has nine floors, and each floor is covered tightly.

Light cleverly shines in through the gaps in the attic, and combined with the Changming Palace Lantern, it brings an excellent reading light experience, allowing people to immerse themselves in reading.

The Wenying Pavilion classified various types of classics into A, B, C, and D, while the Qilin Pavilion differentiated them by the number of floors.

The bottom layer is mostly basic classics, with hundreds of thousands of bamboo slips stacked up layer by layer. The higher you go, the higher the level of the classics involved.

Greedy people generally think that the higher they read, the higher the benefits will be, but due to the lack of coherent content that progresses layer by layer, the higher the level, the more difficult it is to understand the content.

Zhang Xuezhou flipped through it casually and saw that the words on the bamboo slips were strange and unrecognizable.

"Xiang Yu of Chu burned Xianyang, and the books in the Qin Palace were damaged because of this disaster. We have been repairing it for a hundred years, but only a few of them can be found. The bamboo slips you took were left by Ximen Bao of Wei, and they have not yet been translated!"

Perhaps seeing Zhang Xuezhou rummaging around, Sima Tan, who was high up in the attic, gave instructions and mentioned that the area of ​​the bamboo slips that had been repaired by many people could be read normally.

"Isn't there a heritage jade?" Zhang Xuezhou replied in surprise.

"Xiang Yu thought so too!"

Sima Tan replied unhappily.

Obviously, the inheritance jade can carry some content, but not all content can be recorded in the inheritance jade.

Monks pay more attention to the content of their practice, and do not record things like astronomy, calendar, history, customs, etc.

Whether or not the inheritance jade can be opened is another matter.

For the Han Dynasty, the situation after taking over the Qin Dynasty was not as good as imagined. It endured a hundred years of hardship and was never able to restore the glory of the Qin Dynasty's heyday.

After wandering around the attic for a while, Zhang Xuezhou finally found a corner.

Compared with the huge collection of bamboo slips and cloth in the lower floor of the attic, this place only occupies one-tenth of the area, but there are tens of thousands of volumes of content available for reading.

"Taishi Ling, I want to learn how to fly. Where does the training for flying come from?" Zhang Xuezhou asked.

"Stretch your hand upwards, and the volume of 'The Great Wind Sutra' that you can touch can be used to practice flying!"

"That's not great!"

Zhang Xuezhou's hands are faster than his words, and he reads fast as well.

A piece of white paper can record a lot of content and can be quickly glanced at. The bamboo slips record less content, and Zhang Xuezhou has almost finished reading the moment he untied the bamboo slips and opened them.

After reading it, Zhang Xuezhou felt that the content of "Da Feng Jing" was unbearable to read.

"I'm afraid this will mislead our students. How can we fly into the sky in this way?"

There were very few people in the court who were good at flying, and the best one was Tian Fen. However, Zhang Xuezhou thought Tian Fen's flying skills were relatively poor, not to mention comparing the two.

Although Tian Fen was the Marquis of Wu'an, he was not from a family with three generations of ancestral power, but a newly formed marquisate.

The other party has no ancestral inheritance, so it is not difficult to guess the source of the flying technique, which is most likely from Qilin Pavilion.

In the past, Zhang Xuezhou felt that Tian Fen's qualifications were a little mediocre, and that he was able to secure his position only with the strong support of the Empress Dowager. Now, after seeing the "Da Feng Jing" in the Qilin Pavilion, Zhang Xuezhou suddenly felt that Tian Fen's qualifications were terrifyingly strong.

If he were asked to practice according to this kind of classics which had errors in the basic content, Zhang Xuezhou felt that his ability to fly would be a great honor to his ancestors.

The cloud-flying technique taught by the Sheep-Power Demon King is indeed extraordinary, while the Wind-Avoidance Technique of the Kunlun Holy Land has no other problems except that it is difficult to practice.

Zhang Xuezhou walked up along the Qilin Pavilion, and kept flipping over the books related to the "Dafeng Jing" at specific locations. He felt that the collection in the Qilin Pavilion was real.

For other people's collection of secret books, this one is indeed far inferior to what Zhang Xuezhou knows.

But Zhang Xuezhou cannot say that "The Great Wind Sutra" is useless. This scripture progresses step by step from bottom to top. Although there are omissions, errors, and fragments, the scripture is suitable for normal and progressive practice. As long as it is repaired, it can also be of auxiliary use to Rong Tianding.

"Grand Historian, is there no one here who can revise the Great Wind Classic?" Zhang Xuezhou asked towards the attic on the third floor, "This scripture seems to have many contradictions!" "This Great Wind Classic has been revised no less than ten times, and it has been revised and replaced to get the current version." Sima Tan said, "Now everyone is waiting for Marquis Wu'an to come and revise it!"

"Waiting for Marquis Wu'an?"

Zhang Xuezhou replied, feeling that if the "Da Feng Jing" was revised again, it would probably become even more distorted.

However, revising scriptures does require the presence of capable people. Anyone who excels in a certain field will have authority and will lead others to learn.

Among many officials in the court, Tian Fen was the best at flying. He practiced diligently and demonstrated his skills constantly, and his prestige was earned through hard work.

"You have a good relationship with that Taoist priest Li. He is as powerful as a river and a torrent." Sima Tan said, "If you want to learn the Great Wind Sutra, you might as well take him as your master and let him teach you!"

"The Taoist school of practice is different from mine, so I can't teach you," Zhang Xuezhou waved his hand.

"Then his flying technique is too closely related to the realm technique, which is a pity," Sima Tan said with regret, "It's not been a day or two since we have been practicing different methods in the Han Dynasty. This difference has brought too much trouble!"

“Spring comes when all flowers bloom!”

"Bullshit, it's so scattered!"

Zhang Xuezhou just praised him, and Sima Tan cursed in response.

"It is terrible to have no standard. The contention of hundreds of schools of thought has caused continuous divisions," Sima Tan said. "You say you are right, I say I have the law. The people don't know who to learn from, and officials find it difficult to freely mobilize and adapt. It is difficult for the world to be unified!"

"How did the Grand Historian learn?" Zhang Xuezhou asked.

"I have studied a lot of different things, including Yin and Yang, Confucianism, Mohism, Nominalism, Legalism, and Taoism. I have taken a lot of detours, which has resulted in nothing being achieved so far. When I am old, I can only sigh that time waits for no one. This is how my life will end," Sima Tan lamented.

Zhang Xuezhou has seen many great monks, many of whom are extremely outstanding, but most of them only care about means rather than ideas. A fight will reveal who holds the truth.

It is indeed rare to find someone who emphasizes "standards" as much as Sima Tan, which made him quite interested and he asked.

"Isn't it a bad idea to cut it all off?" Zhang Xuezhou asked.

"If it's too loose, you need to tie it up; if it's too tight, you need to loosen it up." Sima Tan said, "This is also the inevitable path of dynasty change!"

"Is it like this?"

"We big men are just too scattered. If we don't get ourselves together, we will be scattered like this forever!"

After Sima Tan finished speaking, he did not say anything else, but turned his gaze towards the direction of Anle Palace.

His words were merciless, but there was a hint of vitality in Sima Tan's eyes when he looked towards Anle Palace.

The pillars supporting the Han Dynasty collapsed, but the resistance that prevented the Han Dynasty from being tied into a rope also subsided.

This is the funeral of the Empress Dowager, and it may also usher in the rebirth of the dynasty.

The new emperor was young and unstable and it was difficult to see hope, but the empress dowager who had followed Emperor Jing for decades was very steady, and the subsequent Han Dynasty might be able to succeed Emperor Jing's former ideals.

"The Purple Star is dark, and the purple air is moving from the west to the east and entering Changxin Palace. This is the sign of the Empress Dowager taking charge of the court. The Empress Dowager is well-educated and should be able to purge the court of those with connections. However, she is following the Legalist method used by the Qin Dynasty. Once she makes a decision, she will be merciless. I'm afraid she will inevitably bring disaster to the court in the future!"

Night began to fall, and stars appeared in the sky. Sima Tan stared at the starry sky and murmured to himself.

He was well versed in astrology and was constantly making judgments about good and bad luck.

"White tigers are murderous, and mad lions... huh? Where did the lions come from in this constellation?"

When ordinary people look at the stars in the sky, they see only a few tiny stars, but when Sima Tan looked, he saw all kinds of strange visions.

As night fell and the stars emerged, he was identifying them as usual, but he suddenly noticed that there were star images that shouldn't be there.

He glanced around and when he wanted to take a closer look, there was no longer a charging lion in the sky.