Confucian and Taoist scholar

Chapter 368: Once a country's fortune is damaged
Holy classic!

Yun Fuyao's eyes flashed with strange colors, and he seemed a little shocked.

Not only her, but even some high-ranking members of the Yunmeng Sect who were hiding in the dark were shocked and appalled.

You know, even for a Confucian or Taoist saint, it is quite difficult to compile a sacred classic.

When Confucius compiled the Book of Songs, it took him a lot of effort to create this classic.

And Lu Zheng was actually able to compile a classic of the same level.

In addition to the fact that those poems are extremely extraordinary, it also shows that Lu Zheng has been recognized by heaven and earth and those poems.

It is not possible for just anyone to compile some poems into a book and turn it into a classic poetry collection.

Yun Fuyao thought that she could not do it, because she could not resonate with many poems in "New Poetry" and did not have such feelings and emotions.

Yun Fuyao looked at the sky that was still scattering colorful energy, and thought that other saints' classics were no more than this.

While his mind was working, Yun Fuyao was also constantly controlling the formation to prevent outsiders from sensing the emergence of the classics here.

The strange phenomenon in heaven and earth did not last long. Once the classics were completed, they gradually dissipated.

Since the original book had too much literary energy that needed to be supplemented, Yun Fuyao set up a formation to stimulate the power of heaven and earth drawn by the book, and most of it was used to fill the "New Book".

The remaining part was forcibly left by Yun Fuyao in the Yunmeng Sect. After all the calculations, there was no profit at all from this transaction.

Lu Zheng and Qing Wan absorbed some of the blessings of heaven and earth and gained some benefits.

Lu Zheng's Confucian and Taoist realm has been elevated to the middle stage of the fourth realm, and other aspects have also been comprehensively improved.

"call……"

Lu Zheng let out a sigh of relief. Things went even more smoothly than he had imagined, and no accidents happened.

On the other side, Yun Fuyao cleaned up the mess.

On the top of the mountain, the book "New Poetry" was still floating there quietly, shrouded in a spiritual light.

Yun Fuyao took another look at the newly published classic, then turned to Lu Zheng and said with a smile, "If you don't put it away, do you want to sell this book to my Yunmeng Sect? I don't mind buying it."

Hearing Yun Fuyao say this, Lu Zheng smiled instead. With a thought, "New Poetry" turned into a stream of light, flew into Lu Zheng's small world, and was placed in the Wen Palace.

He didn't act immediately because he didn't know what Yun Fuyao was thinking.

After all, this is a holy classic. There are probably not many complete treasures like this in the world, so it is hard not to be tempted by it.

The Yunmeng Sect wanted to seize the book by force, and Lu Zheng had no power to resist.

There was also an element of gambling when he approached Yunmeng Sect to make such a deal.

But Yun Fuyao did not covet the treasure, which shows that his character is not that of an ordinary cultivator.

Yun Fuyao was indeed not very moved, after all, she was not a Confucian or Taoist practitioner.

And some things are not so easy to get.

Not everyone can use this kind of holy classic.

If you try to seize something by force, you will suffer the consequences.

Moreover, even the current Lu Zheng cannot unleash the full power of this "New Book", after all, his Taoism level is a bit low.

Yun Fuyao smiled and said, "You should go back to Yuyue Peak to consolidate your cultivation. You can stay here for another month."

"Thank you, Sect Master!" Lu Zheng bowed to express his gratitude.

"Thank you, Sister Sect Leader!" Qing Wan said sweetly.

Yun Fuyao smiled faintly, waved her hand, and used her spiritual power to send the two back to Yuyue Peak.

Then, Yun Fuyao stood on the top of Zhaixing Peak, recalling the changes in the world that had just happened.

Several elders of the Yunmeng Sect appeared around, each with a look of surprise on their faces.

They had been hiding in the dark just now to deal with unexpected situations, but nothing unexpected happened. Instead, they witnessed the birth of a holy classic, which made the trip worthwhile.

Meng Yuan exclaimed in amazement, "It's actually a sacred classic. What a talent that boy has! Could it be that another Confucian or Taoist sage will emerge... Oh, no, it seems he's taking a different path."

Before, Meng Yuan was wondering what kind of deal Lu Zheng wanted to make with the sect leader, but he didn’t expect that the deal was so huge.

Another person sensed the lingering Dao rhythm of heaven and earth and said quietly, "This is truly a once-in-a-century sight. Did you see those illusory images of the scholars just now? Some of them were truly extraordinary. They actually gave me a glimpse of divine power..."

Someone said, "It's just the literary ideas in the poem, not even the will of the person himself, but it can have such majesty. Could it be that he is a hidden saint?"

"This boy's origins are probably extraordinary. There must be a master behind him, and he has inherited more than just the legacy of Meng Sheng."

"Tsk tsk tsk, this old man calculated with his fingers, the world is going to be in chaos..."

"Isn't this already confusing enough?"

Yun Fuyao looked at everyone and said quietly, "Don't let anyone know what happened today!"

Everyone understood what was said and naturally they would not talk about such things that harmed others and did not benefit themselves.

……

After returning to his residence in Yuyue Peak, Lu Zheng couldn't wait to take Qingwan to the small world.

With the "New Book" in hand, Lu Zheng felt an extremely extraordinary aura.

Qing Wan sat nearby, also staring with wide eyes and curiosity.

The two of them looked through it for a while and couldn't let it go.

"What a pity, my realm is not high enough..."

Lu Zheng couldn't help but sigh. This book indeed contained endless power, but the power was too strong for him to control.

Of course, even if the power of the classic cannot be fully unleashed, it can still be used as a treasured self-defense weapon.

Moreover, if placed in the Wen Palace, it can also benefit the Wen Palace and the small world.

Lu Zheng gave the "New Poetry" to Qing Wan to read and study.

However, Qing Wan couldn't read such a classic directly, as she couldn't bear the power in it. She could only use Lu Zheng's writing instruments to turn the pages, her eyes wide open.

Lu Zhengze waved his hand and two streams of light flew over, they were two new cultural relics.

Some are like Liaodong hats, with clean conduct and strict as ice and snow. Some are like "Chu Shi Biao", with ghosts and gods weeping for its heroic spirit.

Lu Zheng murmured, "Liaodong hat, departure ceremony..."

The Liaodong hat is a small black hat that looks ordinary, but it embodies the integrity and righteousness of scholars.

Lu Zheng carefully put the hat on his head, and immediately a breath of energy blessed him, giving him a certain degree of strengthening and protection.

Lu Zheng took the "Memorial on Starting the War" and read it carefully. He felt the will contained in it and was touched and filled with emotion.

Afterwards, Lu Zheng checked other changes in himself and his small world, then went back to his room to sort out his thoughts and consolidate his practice.

Qing Wan also put the book back to its original place and went to meditate in seclusion to digest what she had just learned.

……

In the State of Qi, Jixia Academy.

Inside the academy, a mountain suddenly became very bright.

In a small courtyard, the academy's chief priest was the first to react and glanced sideways, "Confucian Temple, what happened?"

He dodged and arrived outside the Confucian Temple in a blink of an eye.

In the main hall of the Confucian Temple, several statues of saints are lifelike, and an aura of spiritual charm emerges from them.

These spiritual energies changed, and the flashing halos rushed out of the Confucian Temple.

Lines of text gradually took shape in the air, and they were exactly the poems in "New Poetry".

"This……"

The chief priest's eyes fixed, "With so many poems, someone must have written a classic."

As he looked at the emerging poems, he became more and more surprised.

These poems are good, but the content they express is...

In other places in the Jixia Academy, many students and teachers also noticed something unusual and looked towards the Confucian Temple one after another.

"Huh? Why are there so many poems..."

"These are ancient poems. How come so many of them suddenly appeared?"

"I've never seen these poems before. Who wrote them?"

"Hurry, hurry, write it down..."

"Hmm? How are these poems written..."

……

Suddenly, there was a wave in the Confucian Temple, and the poems that originally appeared in the air flashed away. Some poems even disappeared before they were fully revealed.

Everyone was stunned and didn't know what was happening.

The chief priest outside the Confucian Temple felt a breath of air. It was the half-saint of the Kong family who took action.

In a place invisible to others, the shadow of the semi-saint appeared in front of the chief priest.

When the chief priest saw the Semi-Saint, he immediately bowed and saluted, "Greetings, Saint."

The Half-Saint's figure was illusory, and his tone was erratic. "Let's pretend that what happened in the Confucian Temple today never happened. Those poems just now are forbidden to be copied and circulated by people in the academy. Go and tell them about it."

The chief priest's expression changed slightly, but he did not raise his doubts in the end, and just agreed.

……

In the Anguo Palace, An Taixuan, who was processing memorials, suddenly stopped writing and looked in a certain direction.

An Taixuan frowned and said, "Go and see what happened."

The eunuch next to him was a little confused when he heard this and didn't understand what it meant.

But hearing what An Taixuan said, something must have gone wrong.

"I'll go right away!"

The eunuch hurried out of the hall.

But after a while, the eunuch came back, accompanied by other people, all of whom looked unhappy.

An Taixuan raised his eyebrows and looked over, and found the director of the Imperial Observatory.

An Taixuan said calmly, "What happened? I seem to have sensed a tremor in the nation's destiny."

The Supervisor's forehead was covered with sweat. He whispered, "Your Majesty, for some unknown reason, the fortune of our Da'an nation has suddenly...shortened by fifty years..."

An Taixuan's eyes flashed with sternness when he heard this. "Fifty years? I don't know why?"

The country's life has been reduced by fifty years. Who knows what will happen next? This is a matter of life and death for the country.

The Supervisor was trembling with fear and said quickly: "We are still investigating the situation. It seems that it is not an accident in Anguo, but a natural change of heaven and earth."

"As if?" An Taixuan looked unhappy.

The Supervisor was sweating profusely, "Your Majesty, please give me some more time..."

An Taixuan said coldly, "Go and investigate the situation immediately! If you are negligent and incompetent in your supervision, the foundation of the country will be shaken..."

The director of the Imperial Observatory repeatedly said that he had always been dedicated to his duties and had never slacked off, then staggered back to the Imperial Observatory.

An Taixuan's expression kept changing, and he seemed to be unable to sit still.

Just as he was about to go and see the situation himself, a stream of light flew into the hall.

An Taixuan's brows moved slightly, and he waved his hand to grab the flowing light. It was a booklet, which still carried the aura of the Semi-Saint Ancestor.

"This is?"

An Taixuan couldn't help but open the booklet and check it out. He found that it was full of poems, which made him frown.

After reading to the end, An Taixuan discovered the words written by the ancestor.

He couldn't help but look shocked. It was this book of poetry that caused the country's fortune to decline.

(End of this chapter)