Confucian and Taoist scholar

Chapter 467 The Fivefold Confucianism and Taoism
Feng Boyao looked at Lu Zheng and smiled slightly, "I heard the Seventh Prince mention you before, and it's really just as he said..."

Feng Boyao paused for a moment, then said, "The Seventh Prince wishes to invite you to be his guest. When will you be traveling to Yingdu?"

The seventh prince of Chu? Lu Zheng recalled the person he had met at the Yunmeng Sect.

At that time, he didn't have much interaction with that prince of Chu, but now he sent someone to convey a message that he wanted to befriend him. Could it be because of a change in the attitude of the Chu emperor?

Lu Zheng's mind raced, and he smiled slightly, "I'll go to Yingdu later. The Chu Kingdom is vast, and there are many places worth exploring and learning from. I'm afraid I won't be going to Yingdu anytime soon..."

He's hiding a big secret and doesn't want to go to a place like Yingdu.

Unless he becomes powerful enough to face the big shots in Chu.

As for the invitation from the seventh prince of Chu, Lu Zheng didn't take it to heart. They were not on the same wavelength, so there was no need for him to go.

Lu Zheng added, "Moreover, the drought here has not yet been resolved, so I will probably stay here to check on the situation."

Upon hearing this, Feng Boyao thought to himself, "You, a person from Anguo, are actually more dedicated than these righteous gods of Chu."

Seeing Lu Zheng's attitude, Feng Boyao didn't press the matter further, since he had already conveyed the message.

The rain was falling heavily, and the clouds in the sky gradually thinned out.

Feng Boyao looked at the damp earth below and said leisurely, "Alright, it has rained over this vast area of ​​thousands of miles. We should go back and report."

Lu Zheng couldn't help but ask, "If it still doesn't rain here for a long time, will you come here again to summon clouds and rain?"

Feng Boyao smiled and said, "Let's see what the higher-ups decide. We can't just move clouds and bring rain on our own, since the drought-stricken areas are too vast."

If it were just a county or a hundred miles away, it wouldn't take much effort for the two of them to wave their hands and summon some rain.

But this drought affects a wide area, and what they do is not something they can decide for themselves.

If they secretly and widely distribute rainfall and cause any negative consequences, these priests will be held responsible.

This rainfall was only possible because the Chu Emperor personally ordered them to bring rain clouds from neighboring prefectures and counties.

Otherwise, when moving the clouds, there would always be divine officials coming out to stop it, pulling and tugging at each other.

Lu Zheng nodded upon hearing this, understanding what Feng Boyao meant.

He then cupped his hands in thanks and said, "Thank you for your hard work, seniors."

The Wind God and Rain Master nodded in greeting, then transformed into two golden beams and disappeared into the distance.

Seeing that the two deities had disappeared, Lu Zheng slowly landed on the ground.

Qingwan looked at Lu Zheng curiously and asked, "Who is it?"

Lu Zhengdao: "Wind God and Rain Master..."

Yang Wan, standing nearby, was surprised. "So it was those two who brought the rain. Now the people are saved."

Lu Zheng said, "It's only temporary; the drought will continue. We can take a good rest these next couple of days."

Lu Zheng took out a golden pill and gave it to Yang Wan, asking him to go to the county town to inquire about the situation.

Yang Wan accepted the golden pill and left happily in the rain.

Seeing that no one was around, Lu Zheng led Qing Wan into the small world.

Lu Zheng said to Qing Wan, "I'm going into seclusion to try and break through my cultivation level. You can make your own arrangements."

Upon hearing this, Qingwan's eyes widened in surprise. "You're about to break through again, so quickly! Is it the Confucian-Taoist realm?"

She felt that Lu Zheng's cultivation speed was too fast, and she was increasingly unable to keep up.

Lu Zheng nodded and said, "After using the sacred artifact several times recently and gaining some insights, I want to take advantage of this free time to try to advance to the fifth level of Confucianism and Taoism, become stronger, and be able to help more people."

Qingwan clicked her tongue in amazement, "Alright, leave this to me!"

Lu Zheng strode toward the main hall of the Wen Palace, while Qing Wan ran to the nearby green hills to look after the beans.

Lu Zheng sat on the ground in the Wen Palace, with two sages' articles floating in front of him, radiating brilliant light.

Several of his own classic works were also placed aside, gleaming with light.

A rich and righteous literary atmosphere filled the literary palace, enveloping Lu Zheng entirely.

Each character was dazzling and moved within the hall, exuding an extraordinary aura.

The words of sages were arranged into wisps of colorful energy that flowed through Lu Zheng's body.

In the dim light, Lu Zheng even heard the voices of sages being recited, but it was not the voice of his own heart; rather, it was another voice.

"Heaven is about to bestow a great responsibility upon this person..."

Its sound was like a resounding bell, echoing throughout the entire literary palace.

Lu Zheng's expression shifted slightly; that somewhat familiar voice... it was Meng Sheng!

When the Wen Palace was first opened, the voice of the illusory figure of Meng Sheng was exactly the same.

However, this time, Lu Zheng did not find Meng Sheng's will manifest.

All that can be heard is the sound of Meng Sheng reciting, resonating with the beating of his literary mind.

The Wen Palace shone brightly, and the entire small world trembled slightly.

The sun, moon, and stars in the sky are also drawn together, radiating a vast aura.

The scroll-like secret realm is also rapidly merging into the smaller world.

Standing atop the mountain, Qing Wan watched the ever-changing world, clearly sensing that her small world possessed even greater power. Her eyes gleamed; if breaking through to the fifth realm caused such a commotion, what would happen if Lu Zheng became a great Confucian scholar and attained sainthood in the future…

Lu Zheng focused his mind and calmed his spirit, letting his own literary energy emanate from the literary palace, spreading out for ten zhang, twenty zhang, fifty zhang... a hundred zhang.

The purple aura, hundreds of feet high, flowed like water, containing a righteous and upright spirit, and possessing a spiritual charm.

Soon, the purple aura receded like a tide, completely absorbing into Lu Zheng's body.

Then, another powerful aura emanated from Lu Zheng.

Once one steps into the fifth level of Confucianism and Taoism and into the realm of a scholar, success comes naturally.

Immediately afterwards, the classics and literary artifacts surrounding Lu Zheng returned to their original positions.

Lu Zheng sat there quietly, sensing the changes within himself. His mind was incredibly clear, and his mastery of various Daoist techniques had reached a new level. He seemed to have inexhaustible energy.
After some time, Lu Zheng adapted to his current state of cultivation and slipped out of the Literary Palace.

Qingwan was collecting bean seeds in the mountains when she suddenly saw Lu Zheng appear before her. She was slightly taken aback, then said, "You broke through so quickly?"

Lu Zheng smiled slightly, "Breaking through in Confucian and Taoist cultivation isn't that complicated; it happens naturally..."

For Confucian and Taoist scholars, as long as they have sufficient literary talent, advancing to the next level is a natural progression.

Unlike other cultivators, they don't need to prepare rare and precious materials or miraculous medicines to accumulate strength and break through the limitations of their cultivation realm.

Lu Zheng turned his head to look into the distance, where the newly integrated scroll-like secret realm was located.

However, that area was not as large as the original secret realm, and many parts of it had disappeared, leaving behind some mysterious places.

The Ruoshui River, Jiuchong Mountain, and other scenic spots still exist and continue to exude a special power.

With a fleeting thought, Lu Zheng took Qing Wan with him.

Lu Zhengdao: "This land can also be used to grow things..."

Qingwan looked around and said, "It's too big. I feel like we can't manage it all."

Their little world has now expanded to a hundred miles, and the two of them simply don't have the energy to manage it all.

"Let nature take its course," Lu Zheng said with a smile.

The two stood high in the sky, sketched out the entire new land, and then made some plans.

Then, Lu Zheng waved his hand, and countless seeds fell from the sky, scattering onto the ground.

These seeds are mostly common crop seeds, but a small number are also spiritual seeds.

Then a light rain began to fall, prompting the seeds to take root and sprout.

It was only within his own little world that Lu Zheng could so easily and casually command the wind and rain, causing all things to revive and grow.

However, when these methods are used in the outside world, their effectiveness is greatly diminished.

Looking at the sprouting new shoots, Lu Zheng thought to himself that he was probably one of the few Confucian scholars who used the literary palace to farm.

Some important figures manage their consciousness space very well. Even if they plant things, they plant rare and spiritual objects and keep them full of spiritual energy.

Lu Zheng's cultivation of various crops is, to some extent, consuming the power of the small world.

To make up for the losses, Lu Zheng had to find ways to bring in various resources from outside.

To avoid the depletion of one's own spiritual world, which would also affect one's own cultivation.

It is said that there have been many disasters this year. In order to prepare for any eventuality, Lu Zheng has used many of the spiritual items he has obtained as fertilizer in an effort to grow more grain seeds.

Fortunately, he mainly cultivates Confucianism and Taoism, so he doesn't need many spiritual stones or objects for cultivation.

After the two of them strolled around the small space and familiarized themselves with the new environment, they went outside.

By this time, it was already daylight outside, and the air was still slightly damp.

However, the sun was still shining brightly in the sky, and there was no sign of the temperature dropping.

The previous heavy rain only provided some relief from the drought.

Natural disasters are the inevitable course of nature and cannot be easily changed by human effort.

To completely resolve the drought in such a large area, Lu Zheng felt that only a powerful expert of the Saint Realm could intervene.

But would those top-tier beings waste their power on the livelihoods of ordinary people?
Lu Zheng looked up at the bright sun, his eyes slightly narrowed, his thoughts swirling.

Qingwan, standing beside her, also frowned and whispered, "I've heard that a severe drought is always followed by a severe flood. It's sunny here, but rainy there. I wonder which other places have suffered natural disasters... sigh..."

Lu Zheng thought for a moment and said, "Let's do our best."

Lu Zheng didn't have the ability to take care of everyone at the moment, nor could he ask any sage for help; he could only do his best.

Lu Zheng and Qing Wan arrived at the nearest village and found that the villagers were replanting crops.

These are beans, similar to the beans Lu Zheng had previously obtained. They were likely cultivated by the Chu State's Minister of Agriculture.

Lu Zheng went over and asked, and learned that these bean seeds were given to them by the local gods, so that they could replant these beans to avoid a harvest this year.

Lu Zheng then went to find the village's righteous god and confirmed the situation. It was indeed the officials from the county town who had taken action to distribute seeds to various places.

Lu Zheng thought to himself that before, no one cared about the lives of these people, but now that orders had come from Yingdu, they were all very proactive and dared not slack off at all.

Seeing this, Lu Zheng was somewhat relieved, at least the local deities and officials were actually doing their jobs.

(End of this chapter)