Great Zhou Wensheng

Chapter 28 A sudden burst of talent, a scholar who has reached the pinnacle of literary achievement!
As the evening drums sounded, the inky darkness soaked into the vermilion lintel of the Jiangyin County School.

The icicles hanging from the eaves were like blades, their cold gleam flickering in the rising night fog, enveloping the entire county school in a solemn silvery glow.

Inside the county school, seventy-two glass lamps lit the wicks of the "Burning Quinoa" lamps.

Thirty newly appointed students, led by Jiang Xingzhou, Han Yugui, and Cao An, straightened their clothes and entered the main hall of the county school in single file after the results of the county examination were posted.

They still have an important ceremony to complete—to receive the literary blessings of the Confucian Temple and be blessed with talent.

"From this day forward, you are all students of the Jiangyin County School!"

The educational commissioner, Cai Chao, stood with his hands behind his back in front of the Minglun Hall, the white pheasant insignia on his blue official robe fluttering in the wind, and spoke calmly.

Seven or eight yamen runners in black boots lined up in a row, carrying a sandalwood tray in which the scholar's robe was folded squarely like a piece of green jade, with the ink bamboo pattern embroidered in silver thread on the collar faintly visible.

This scholar's robe is made from the snow-white silk spun by the "Literary Heart Heavenly Silkworm" raised in the Academy of Literature. It can ward off water and fire, making it a fine literary treasure.

"In the name of the Magistrate of Jiangyin County, I hereby bestow upon each of you a scholar's robe."

Wearing this scholar's blue robe, one should know that one's literary mind is as pure as snow. Wearing this scholar's jade token, one must uphold righteousness as steadfast as a mountain.

From this moment on, you are all classmates at the county school.

The burdens on your shoulders are not limited to writing!
On his left shoulder lies the rice and beans of the 360 ​​prefectures of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and on his right shoulder lies the cultural heritage of the Holy Dynasty for thousands of years.

We can debate, but we must not belittle each other.

It can be tempered, but must not be harmed.

Anyone who violates this rule will be severely punished without imperial decree.

The educational commissioner, Cai Chao, personally presented each student with their scholar's robes, speaking in a cold and stern voice.

"I will heed your teachings!"

Thirty newly enrolled students, full of vigor, bowed their heads and kowtowed to Cai Chao.

Cai Chao was the educational administrator of Jiangyin County, the head of the Jiangyin County School, and their nominal mentor in the future.

"At three quarters past Xu hour tonight, the Milky Way flows westward, which is an auspicious time to break through obstacles."

"You are here in this county school, receiving the initiation of talent from the Confucian Temple, breaking through the first tribulation of a novice scholar—the 'Ignorance Palace Barrier'—and being born into the realm of literature!"

Cai Chao shouted, "All students, listen to my command! Sit upright on your prayer mats, calm your mind and focus your spirit. Close your eyes and enter the sea of ​​consciousness!"

"Yes!"

The students responded in unison, and sat cross-legged on the prayer mats, closing their eyes and concentrating.

They have obtained official literary ranks recognized by the Great Zhou Dynasty through the county-level imperial examination.

However, before establishing his own literary palace, he had not yet mastered the true strength of a child scholar.

Jiang Xingzhou placed a neat scholar's robe in front of him, with his scholar's token hanging at his waist, and sat upright on a futon in the main hall of the county school.

He sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and entered the small space of his mind—the sea of ​​consciousness.

In the sea of ​​knowledge,
Like the beginning of time, when chaos reigned and everything was in a daze, we were all confused and ignorant.

This is the obstruction of ignorance!
There was a bronze bamboo slip floating in this chaotic and ignorant place, emitting a warm light. It displayed his attributes and some information about the surrounding students.

quickly,

He then saw himself transformed into a tiny, inch-long Wen Sheng Dharma Image—a small wisp of pure energy floating around, resembling the nascent form of a young boy; this was the Wen Soul that every cultivator possessed.

It was enveloped by this chaos and had nowhere to stand.

"This chaos is boundless and primordial! It would be too difficult to carve out a literary palace in this void!"

Jiang Xingzhou's secret passage.

at this time,

"The imperial examinations of the Great Zhou Dynasty select talent, and the Confucian Temple bestows its wisdom upon all! We beseech the Sage to descend his wisdom and help these young scholars break through the [barriers of ignorance]!"

As the educational commissioner Cai Chao bowed towards the Confucian Temple, a clear shout rang out.

Suddenly,

Thirty beams of light shot out from the bronze cauldron of the Confucian temple next to the county school.
A brilliant talent descended from the heavens, like a golden waterfall cascading down three thousand feet!
Upon closer inspection, it turns out to be a torrent of talent accumulated over many years by the Jiangyin County Confucian Temple—its golden light is interspersed with the ethereal image of the blue-scaled stingrays of the Analects, and carries the fragrance of the fragrant herbs and jade branches of the Chu Ci.

The dome of the county school suddenly became as transparent as glass.

The golden waterfall of talent cascaded through the roof of the county school and poured into the heads of the thirty students inside the main hall!
In the void, the faint image of famous articles from the Jiangyin Bronze Cauldron, written before the county level, appeared—some depicting the author wielding a brush and ink, others wielding a sword to subdue demons. The literary energy of a century, solidified into a tangible form, poured into the child's mind along with a beam of light. The Confucian talent bestowed upon him stirred up a raging storm in the child's sea of ​​consciousness.

The students felt a cool sensation, like a clear spring, flowing into their Niwan acupoints.

The previously obscure scriptures suddenly became clear as a mirror, and in a daze, I saw my mind, which was in chaos, being cleaved open by a terrifying holy power.

At this moment, they possess an inexhaustible supply of talent.

As Jiang Xingzhou was pondering,
Suddenly, a thunderous sound, like tearing silk, was heard.

His Dharma image immediately saw that the vast, chaotic space before him was torn apart by a thunderous bolt of holy power descending from the sky.

"Snap!"

Amidst the deafening roar of the primordial chaos exploding, a new world was blasted open within the murky fog.

With the inspiration of the Confucian Temple

Countless golden rays descended from the sky, solidified, and gathered in the sky above the sea of ​​consciousness to form golden incantation bricks!

Jiang Xingzhou was somewhat taken aback.

He recognized them at a glance; these words were very familiar, clearly the eight thousand words from the primer "Primer of Prosody" for beginners, flying everywhere.

[Clouds and rain, wind and snow, thunder and lightning, morning dew, mountain flowers, sea trees, birds and beasts, ancient people, and artifacts.], encompassing astronomy and geography, and everything in between.

From the depths of the void, a sacred sound, like the tolling of a bell, resounded:

In the beginning, when heaven and earth were first created, there was primordial chaos!
The Confucian temple is blessed with a spire, and talent is transformed into bricks.

The Eight Thousand Character Formula: One character, one brick.

Deconstructing the characters, picking up the literary bricks.

To build a palace of literature—palace foundation, palace walls, beams and pillars, palace tiles!
Remember!

Collect as many inscription bricks as possible.

[The Palace of Cool Summer on Earth, the Palace of Moonlight in Heaven!]

The Literary Palace is crucial to how far you can go on your literary path!

This sacred word from the Confucian Temple resounded like thunder in the ears of all the students.

If the word formula cannot be decomposed and interpreted, it means that a student cannot use this brick to create a literary palace.

Knowledge sea.

Jiang Xingzhou's expression was solemn. He went all out, flicking his fingers and quickly deciphering the incantations that were falling from the sky.

He was very familiar with this scene; he had encountered it before at the Confucius Temple and the Book Mountain.

No wonder the Confucius Temple Book Mountain Association listed this "quick character decomposition" as the first challenge.

"Clouds: the air of mountains and rivers. They are associated with rain, and their shape resembles a swirling cloud!"

"穹: meaning 'exhaustion'. It is composed of the radical '穴' (cave) and the phonetic component '弓' (bow). It resembles the sky as a bow covering the heavens!"

"暑: heat. It is composed of the radical 日 (sun) and the phonetic component 者 (zhe)!"

"The moon: a gap. The phases of the moon resemble a missing piece!"

Jiang Xingzhou flicked his fingertips, unleashing bursts of brilliant talent as he rapidly deconstructed and analyzed the text.

All the incantations that were deciphered instantly turned into bricks that fell and piled up at his feet, serving as materials for building his literary palace.

In just one hour, the bricks were piled up like a hill, numbering in the thousands, and the pile was still growing.

County school.

The lights flickered, and time slipped away little by little.

All the students were meditating with their eyes closed, using the power of the Confucian Temple's wisdom to collect the literary bricks and create the Sea of ​​Knowledge and the Palace of Literature.

The officials of Jiangyin County, including the chief examiner Cai Chao, the registrar Shen Yanqing, the county magistrate Zhou Wenyuan, the clerk Cui Mingyuan, and the county lieutenant Zhao Tieshan, were the chief and deputy examiners.

Hundreds of constables remained guarding the county school, both inside and out, to protect the students and prevent them from being harassed.

They paced back and forth in the hall, silent, observing the expressions on the faces of the students to see if anything seemed amiss.
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Asking for a monthly ticket!
Let's climb the charts!

(End of this chapter)