Food gives me an entry, I will be invincible if I stay alive

Chapter 102: Pink Skeleton, Life and Death in the Human World (Part 3)

Chen Xu felt like he was sitting in an abyss.

When the gluttonous mouth swallowed him, he seemed to see not only those blurry and crazy faces, but also the inescapable web of dust and the indestructible fetters in the sky and on the earth.

There was a fire burning in his chest.

Yesterday, he had written on his test paper: "Its spirit is the greatest and most resolute."

Can you cultivate the great spirit in your heart, but cannot break through the web of dust that tires your body and the darkness before your eyes?

You can read the valuable advice in the book, but you can't open your own eyes?
Do not!
The innate Qi was dormant in the Dantian, but the fire in Chen Xu's chest was burning brighter and brighter.

"The human heart is dangerous, the heart of Tao is subtle, only the essence and the unity can truly hold the middle ground!"

Confucianism is a form of self-cultivation.

Taoism is a form of spiritual practice.

The worldly affairs are a place for spiritual practice.

Secular life is also a form of spiritual practice.

People's hearts change in an instant, and with all kinds of lives, where is there no suffering?

But so what?
Someone has to rush out and not sink with you.

Who can stop me from being single-minded and moving forward courageously?

break!
Chen Xu did not make a sound, but when he opened his eyes, he saw infinite light before his eyes.

He ignored the blurry arms pressing against him, and ignored the whispers and frantic shouts in his ears.

Even in the dim light, a graceful figure emerged from those shadows.

The figure has no specific appearance, but you can feel that she must be extremely beautiful.

Her beauty is unparalleled and her charm is boundless.

She leans over to you, her breath soft as orchid in your ear, her voice soft as an oriole: "Since life is full of suffering, fame and fortune are hard to achieve, why don't you look at another way?
On the peak of the God of Heaven, clouds and rain fell from Wushan Mountain, golden wind and jade dew fell, and a hundred years passed on earth...ah!"

Chen Xu was speechless, just a pretty face.

You have seen it many times, and you will realize that the skeleton is the real beauty.

If you take a look and don't pay attention, the skeleton is just a skeleton.

Chen Xu embraced the origin and kept his mind focused, and was fearless.

He saw clearly the examination room, desk and test paper in front of him.

There is also a test poem title on the test paper: Spring is the time when grass and trees fall apart.

The word "wind" is composed of seven words and six rhymes.

It turns out that this topic is about spring!

No, I want to write about falling flowers in spring.

Chen Xu's thoughts turned and he came up with a poem.

However, if this poem were written, it would seem too profound and might not be in line with the theme of the imperial examination, "Goods and the Imperial Family."

When it comes to poems for imperial examinations, the first thing you need to care about is often not how brilliant the poem is, but whether the sentences fit the theme.

Even if you are given a title "Fallen Flowers", it is best not to write only about fallen flowers.

Instead, we should write about the blossoming of spring and the fruiting of autumn, the withering and the dedication...

It says "Fallen petals are not heartless, they turn into spring mud to protect flowers."

But, again:

so what?

Chen Xu is taking the imperial examination now, not just for the sake of "making money for the emperor's family", but for his own cultivation and his own future.

It is the road ahead, the endless wilderness!
The beetles have all come out, and if you can defeat this thing, you will become the first in the case.

Afraid of a ball.

Write!
Falling Flowers

Chen Xu wrote:

Yesterday the trees were full of red flowers, today the flowers have fallen and all the branches are empty.

The growth and prosperity depend on the beauty of spring, while the changes are fleeting like the wind in one night.

……

These are the first four lines of the poem.

With only these four lines, this poem is actually mediocre.

But this poem has the following four lines:

Time away from the world is enjoyable, who can control the birth and death of the world?
The ups and downs of a hundred years have passed by like a dream.

The last sentence was written. The shadows pressing against Chen Xu were like snow puppets suddenly pushed into the sun.

All the shadows screamed in terror.

"Ah! Help me, I don't want this fleeting dream..."

"The world is born and dies, the world is born and dies... Alas! Although I was born, I have already died. I did not hear the truth in my life, but I have gained the truth after death. Although it has not been a hundred years, it seems that it is all right."

"Fame, fortune, and wealth are ultimately but petals falling from a branch, withering and blooming. Alas, I have vanished!"

……

There were cries and laughter, screams of unwillingness and sighs of relief.

Over the past hundreds of years, this ancient imperial examination hall has witnessed countless examinations, and countless ghosts have been born in the examination hall.

Scholars may seem to have a glorious life, but in fact, only a small group of people can actually reach the top.

There are too many others who have become a wisp of dust in the world of fame and fortune.

But even so, people still continue to rush into this road.

Just to seek the truth?
No.

I am afraid there are very few people who seek the truth.

Chen Xu covered the inkstone beside the table and placed the brush aside. Before he took the next step, he suddenly saw all the dissipating shadows in front of him crowded together and merged into a ball in an instant.

A whistling sound suddenly exploded in the air, as if something was screaming out loud, breaking through the mundane world.

what--

The whistling sound instantly cut through the sky and hit the ancient clock at the front of the examination room.

Boom boom boom!
dong dong dong-

The long bell rang six times.

Outside the examination room, Cui Yunqi, who was sitting on the second floor of the teahouse, suddenly stood up and said in shock, "What the hell is this? No, this isn't Qingyan Shicheng, this is Juanbi striking the bell!"

Cui Yunqi's servant followed him and asked stupidly, "What is the beetle ringing the bell?"

"Yes, yes..." Cui Yunqi was speechless for a moment, because he found that he didn't know how to explain the beetle ringing the bell.

But his hands grabbed the window frame in front of him and leaned out.

Below, I saw many figures surging in the small square in front of the Imperial Examination Hall, and all kinds of voices were heard.

"Why is the bell ringing?"

"what happens?"

"Is the exam over?"

"No, that's not right. The exam ends with three bells, not six."

"What the hell is that?"

Finally, someone with more experience answered generously, "It was a borer striking the bell."

Yes, it was the beetle that struck the bell.

These termites who had been ignorant in the examination hall for who knows how many lifetimes, suddenly merged with each other at this moment and pounced on each other.

Like a moth to a flame, it crashed into the Juntian Bell in front of the examination room.

When the bell rings, the beetles disappear.

All the obsessions lingering in this ancient examination hall were exposed to the sun at this moment.

Then it drifted away in the smoke and dust with the wind.

For many years, the examination room, which had been dimly and exceptionally cool, suddenly seemed to be blown by a warm breeze.

"Hahaha!"

Ding Qian, who had been nervous and patient, finally stood up and laughed out loud.

He spoke cheerfully, "A beetle striking a bell! Excellent! I never expected that in this prefectural examination, which I am in charge of, such a brilliant phenomenon as a beetle striking a bell would occur.

It is time for the literary fortune of our Yunjiang Prefecture to flourish!

The first place in this exam has been decided. Can you two vice examiners follow me to see the first place?"

Luo Cong was surprised and happy when the two deputy examinees passed the exam, but Shi Wentao was trying hard to hide the confusion in his eyes.

Unfortunately, he was not an orthodox scholar after all, and he did not have enough knowledge about some obscure things, so he did not even know what "the woodworm striking the bell" meant.

But does Shi Wentao dare to say that he doesn’t know?

He dare not.

He was like a proud peacock walking off the stage and having his tail feathers plucked out in an instant.

The bald peacock was extremely frightened, so he could only hide his fear, said nothing, and carefully followed the team in front.

(End of this chapter)