Great Blue Night Watchman

That day, Lin Su was lying on a big bed in another world (if the temple could be considered a different world), looking at the distant stars.

Today is the second day of September!

In July, Da Cang appears, in August, in the burial state, and in September, in the temple!

When the gate opens on September 19th, he will still be in Haining!

On September 19 last year, he was in retreat at the Mermaid Holy Land and missed Long Er's date. This year he didn't want to miss it.

There are many agreements in the world, and there are too many uncertainties. Some agreements will become regrets due to force majeure, but he does not want to leave too many regrets.

People in the world cannot help themselves. In the next trip, he may not be able to care about the annual opening of the door. His agreement with Long Er may inevitably be broken again and again. However, this year he must meet with her. , telling her that no matter whether I am here or not in the coming year, I have actually never changed. The person who came out of Wudaoyuan that day will always be the same person.

He had something important to do when he came to the temple this time.

This event is no small matter.

Don't be blind!

The demon Yueying was a monster at least a thousand years ago. In the span of a thousand years, countless things have changed.

No one knows who the demons are connected to.

If he puts Yueying's matter in front of a human traitor, then he will definitely face death!

In Da Cang, in Zangzhou, in any position in the world, it would be difficult for anyone to kill him, but that does not include the temple!

The big guys in the temple wanted to kill him, just like squeezing an ant to death.

Therefore, he was not completely sure. He could not expose the purpose of his trip. He could not let the mixed people in the temple know that he already had the Zhou Tianjing in his hand, and he could lock the traces of Yueying in a single thought.

In addition, he also needs to increase his life-saving capital.

How to increase the size?

Make yourself strong!

When confronting Ji Shang, the former emperor of Da Cang, he once told Luyi and the others that the only way to prevent Ji Shang from attacking him was to improve himself and make himself difficult to kill! When a person in a high position cannot kill with one blow, he must return to the regular chessboard and use regular means to play games with himself.

He did it!

His strength increased step by step, and when Duan Xingtian, the commander-in-chief of the palace, could not win, Ji Shang had to abide by the rules of the game.

It's the same now.

The methods of the senior officials of the temple are too powerful. He is just an ant in front of the senior officials of the temple. No one tells the ants the rules of the game. Their usual method is to strangle him to death if he doesn't like it.

If you want the top officials of the temple to play the rules of the game, then they can't be just an ant!

And what are the ways to make yourself stronger?

Things on the path of spiritual practice have reached a dead end, and his Qiukong can no longer go on!

Why?

The hole he dug himself: the secret realm inside his body was opened! The five secret realms of metal, wood, water, fire and earth, you must understand the rules of the five elements! At present, he has only understood the rules of the water system. He can't even find the rules seeds for the remaining rules. He can only wait for the opening of Tiandao Island.

There is only an approximate time for the opening of Tiandao Island, which is within the past two years. There is no certainty on the specific date.

This is martial arts!

And what about practicing immortality?

Same thing!

This thing and the martial arts were deeply tied up in his body. His Qikong path became a dead end, and the immortal path also became a dead end. If Qikong could not enter Qi Tian, ​​the Tao fruit would not be able to enter the Dharma.

There is only literature!

Literary education is the way to go!

His literary realm has been developing for a long time!

If there was perfection in the way of literature, he would have reached it long ago. As Cui Ying said, Xianggong's way of literature has always been perfection.

However, he has never touched the edge of the literary world.

Now, he touched it!

Because of the calamity of entry, 10% of the Wenlu Qi in his body has been transformed into Realm Qi, which means that as long as he "establishes a boundary", he can successfully enter the Wenqiu gate.

And he also learned last night that the nine-petal green lotus in this initiation ceremony could become the base of his literary world!

All is ready except for the opportunity!

He needs to fully understand the methods of establishing boundaries in the literary world, and he wants to step into his literary world in the temple!

As soon as he established himself in the literary world, he had the most basic bargaining chip in the game with the temple elders - even if it was not enough to directly confront him, he could at least make those big shots face his existence and return to the chessboard with him.

Stepping into the temple, Lin Su didn't want much sincerity in the first stage.

What he wants is for those big shots to stop flipping over the table and killing him simply and roughly as soon as they meet!

Look, this is the problem of being inferior to others...

The sun has risen and a new day has arrived...

Maybe it's not a new day, but a new itinerary...

A fragrant voice came from outside: "Master, Miss Li is here!"

Miss Li?

Li Guihan!

The door opened and Li Guihan stepped in. His eyes first fell on his bed. This focus...

Lin Su shook his head directly: "You paid so much attention to my bed as soon as you came in. Don't you think it's a bit too much?"

Li Guihan said: "Looking at the bed is too much, but if more than ten girls in your house have undergone tremendous changes overnight, don't you think it is too much?"

Lin Su was confused: "What kind of big change?"

"There is a lingering spring glow on your face, and there are tears in your eyes and a faint trace of regret..." Li Guihan sighed softly: "Although this is your normal state, is it a little wider? Is the progress a little faster?"

Holy shit!

Qingxiang was not stupid and quickly defended: "Girl, the sisters in the mansion accepted the kindness of the master last night. They were moved and happy, and they are definitely not..."

Her voice stopped because she suddenly realized that the two people in front of her looked very strange...

Lin Su patted his head: "Xiang'er, don't be so pretentious as to create ambiguity. What if you just say I paid you a salary?"

Qingxiang sighed and knelt down: "The master of the house gave each of the sisters a salary of one hundred taels of silver last night. The sisters were so excited that they couldn't sleep all night..."

That makes it clear!

Li Guihan suddenly realized: "It's about money? It's not..."

"What do you think it is?" Lin Su rolled her eyes: "We are going to Shushan today, right? Did you tell her last night? She didn't stay up all night, right?"

"Wanting about her all night long? To be honest, you really don't have the ability. Although you have a certain chance of winning against women in the world, there is a prerequisite. She must be a human being, right?" Li Guihan said vividly: "Walk!"

Yes, if you, Lin, can seduce all the women in the world, everyone will be convinced!

But who is Shushan Saint Yasong?

She is not human at all!

She is a fairy in the book!

If you have the ability, you can flirt!

Lin Su walked out side by side with her and stepped out of the courtyard. Lin Su's eyes suddenly fell on the attic next to her.

The courtyard where this attic is located is adjacent to his courtyard, and nothing can be seen in the courtyard. Because the courtyard is protected by the power of literature and art, no other courtyards can be seen, only the scenery of lakes and mountains.

But once you step out of the courtyard, you will know the presence of your neighbors.

This neighbor was a bit unexpected.

The season at the moment is September, and the air is crisp and clear in autumn - I don’t know if this is the synchronization of the human environment deliberately created by the temple, or if the temple itself is such a comfortable and pleasant normal life.

Lin Su and Li Guihan are both Qingyi.

But this neighbor was wearing mink fur, as if he was walking through the harsh winter.

Luo Wuxin!

Luo Wuxin's gaze slowly returned from the distance of the lakes and mountains, and came into contact with Lin Su's eyes, which immediately became bright and clear: "Brother Lin!"

"Brother Luo!" Lin Su smiled: "We actually became neighbors?"

"Yes, when we parted from the Yangtze River that day, I also thought about whether I would meet Brother Lin again one day. Unexpectedly, we turned out to be neighbors." Luo Wuxin said: "Brother Lin, would you like to come over and talk to me?" ?”

"Since we are neighbors, it is normal to get together!" Lin Su said: "But at this time, I have other things to do. After that, I will definitely visit you!"

"Then Wu Xin is Brother Jinghou Lin!" Luo Wu Xin bowed.

Lin Su also bowed and followed Li Guihan into the air...

White clouds are floating, and the scenery of the temple can be seen. There are endless pavilions, endless lakes and mountains, and the sight is less than one billionth of the temple. The temple is so big that it cannot be accommodated at a glance. In the temple, there are still Xumi in it. Mustard seed, this is the essence of the temple.

Li Guihan's voice came: "How do you know Luo Wuxin?"

"I once had a deal with you on the Yangtze River."

"You'd better not get close to this person!"

"Why?"

"He is a taboo in the temple..."

"Who isn't?" Lin Su smiled lightly.

"You too! You are indeed taboo! But you are different from him..." Li Guihan was a little anxious. On the way to Shushan, she told Lin Su about Luo Wuxin in her eyes...

Luo Wuxin was from Jin Dynasty.

When he was still in his mother's womb, he encountered a war, his father died and his mother fled. His mother was pregnant with Liujia. In the cold winter, he crossed the Lingding Ocean with a wooden plank to survive. On the coldest winter night of the year, the wooden plank floated on the Lingding Ocean. Up, Luo Wuxin was born!

He was born in that extreme cold and was originally unable to survive, but for some reason, he survived and was rescued by a great scholar in Dayu and adopted as his adopted son.

He is talented and intelligent, and his entry into literature shocked the literary world. He is regarded as the first of the four great geniuses in Osumi. In the last scientific examination (the one before Lin Su's scientific examination), he was the number one scholar in Osumi. By the way, he is just like you, It’s also the third grade!

When Li Guihan said this, there was something strange in his eyes: "There is another place where he is the same as you! That is when he entered the temple. He also defeated the assessors, but he defeated two assessors. !”

"Which two?" Lin Su said.

"The Palace of Poetry and the Palace of Music!" Li Guihan said: "He became famous for his poetry in the world, and he also wrote famous poems that have been handed down from generation to generation. At the same time, he also became famous for his music. This wonderful instrument, the pipa, came from him! Therefore, he entered The Holy Temple, Poetry Palace and Music Palace are responsible for the assessment, and he simply defeated the assessors of the two palaces."

Lin Su smiled: "It seems that he and I really have more and more things in common. Why do you conclude that he and I can't stick together for warmth?"

"Because this person's character is unpredictable! Especially after entering the White Pavilion, no one can predict it. Anyone who comes close to him will either become his pawn or be deceived by him until nothing is left."

"My character is unpredictable!" Lin Su said: "Many people say that my character is unpredictable."

"..." Li Guihan was speechless for a moment. Yes, many people said that his character was unpredictable, but why did he trust him when he met him? Maybe it's because people like them who play intellectual games have the gene to attract others to the flames...

"The White Pavilion...what kind of pavilion is it?" Lin Su asked another question.

"The White Pavilion and the Mo Pavilion both belong to the Super Pavilion of the Holy Temple. They are detached from the Seventeenth Palace of the Holy Temple and exist independently. The so-called black and white is actually the way of chess, but their chess is very similar to the way of chess in the Holy Temple. …”

The Bai Pavilion is headed by Mr. Bai, and the Mo Pavilion is headed by Mr. Hei.

In Bai Ge's game, he plays with all things in the world, that is to say, he uses all things in the world as chess pieces to manipulate the situation.

In the game of Moge, the game is about detachment. What does it mean?

Hei Lao once said a famous saying that can be clearly explained. He said: Everything in the world is just a chess piece. In the game of Mo Pavilion, I only hope that I will not be a pawn!

Explain: What Hei Lao means is that everything in the world is manipulated by visible and invisible hands, and inevitably becomes a chess piece on someone else's chessboard. What I, Mo Ge, have to do is to transcend myself. Put yourself out of the game.

Lin Su sighed: "Not letting oneself be one's son seems far less powerful and impactful than taking all things in the world as one's son. However, to really do it is even ten thousand times more difficult than taking all things as one's son!"

Li Guihan nodded lightly: "Everything in the world is a chess piece, which is the fate of human beings. How can it be ordinary to break this fate? The chess of transcendence is said to be free of demands, but in fact, the demands are endless and high-end! I still think you can get close Mo Ge, but you need to guard against Bai Ge!"

Lin Su smiled: "Guihan, when I stepped into the temple, I had no one to see you, but when I saw you, I still felt warm."

"Stop coming!" Li Guihan glared at him: "I'm warning you, I can't even tell whether I'm a boy or a girl. Don't mess with my mind..."

This is a bit contradictory.

If you really can't tell the difference between men and women, how can a gentle word from a man mess up your mind?

But Lin Su didn't want to argue with her because he had already reached his destination.

The mountains thousands of miles below are strange and spectacular.

The mountain peaks tower into the clouds, like a pen rising into the sky.

There are bluestone patterns all over the hillside, and there are clearly traces of ink.

The trees are towering, and there are clearly writings on each leaf.

The river flows eastward, bringing with it the fragrance of books.

Li Guihan's feet moved and landed on the edge of the mountain. A peak as white as jade was right in front of him. On the peak, green trees were used as pens. One hundred thousand big trees were lush and lush, and together they formed eight characters:

The holy way will always be prosperous, and the peak of books will always be there.

This is the Temple Book Mountain.

Collected one billion and eighty million volumes.

The Bible is the foundation, the book is the seat, and the best is the peak. Billions of books are transformed into mountains, rivers, and all things, even birds and animals.

As soon as Lin Su stepped onto the mountain of books, he felt all kinds of sacred scriptures. It seemed like someone was reciting holy scriptures in his ears, which made him feel refreshed and made his boredom go away.

When the wind blows, there is also the sound of reading.

As far as the eye can see, hundreds of scribes in white are sitting cross-legged in various places on Shufeng, fascinated by Shushan.

"You can't fly over the mountain of books. You can only walk step by step. Let's go!" Li Guihan said: "She is waiting for us at the top of the mountain."

Lin Su nodded and climbed the mountain!

There was a tree on the side of the mountain. He stretched out his hand gently and touched the small tree swaying in the wind. He wrote that on the large tree with lush branches on the mountain, a leaf formed "River Patrol", which is a book A travel diary that records a trip to a country called Li State three thousand years ago.

Li Kingdom has died, and there are very few records, but the books are still there!

This is the value of Shushan.

Going up another level, Lin Su touched the ground with his hands, and another "History of Nanyang" turned into leaves...

Level by level, traveling ten miles, Lin Su touched here and tapped there. Anyway, his hands and feet were very dishonest, and the leaves in his brain increased by thousands.

"You behave like a real scholar today, and you are quite interested in books!" Li Guihan smiled softly.

"You may not believe it, but I can play in a place like this for a year!"

"Playing for a year? If it's just for a year, then you are really just playing!" Li Guihan sneered: "Do you know how many people in the temple have spent a hundred years in Shushan?"

"How much?" Lin Su opened his eyes wide.

"...A lot anyway!" Li Guihan didn't know exactly how many there were.

Lin Su frowned: "I have a question. In the temple, the life span of literati has obviously been broken, but how was it broken?"

"No!" Li Guihan pointed lightly: "The small tree in front of you, please interpret it!"

Lin Su stretched out her hand and grabbed the small tree...

"The Medical Palace's book "The Holy Path Evergreen"..." Lin Su nodded: "It turns out that the real function of the Holy Temple Medical Palace is to develop the special effects of literary energy and preserve life and longevity."

This is somewhat different from his understanding.

He originally thought that the medical palace in the temple would benefit all people in the world.

Now it seems that the Temple Medical Palace benefits only literati.

How they specifically make literati live forever belongs to the category of secret arts and cannot appear on the mountain of books, but their purpose is very clear. They are only targeting literati, to be precise, the literati in the temple.

Therefore, the life span of scholars in the temple far exceeds that of the secular world.

The lifespan of a saint is almost endless, and a high-level elder can easily live for thousands of years.

The forbidden area of ​​human lifespan has actually been broken long ago, but it was outside the sight of the world.

Along the way, there were more and more leaves in Lin Su's brain, thousands, ten thousand, thirty thousand...

This means that he went to the book mountain and recorded 30,000 books.

These books are all introductory, explanatory, and historical and biographical, covering the structure of the temple, various rules, and various weird regional characteristics. However, they do not include how to open up the literary world or how to activate the secret arts of literature. professional spiritual practice books.

These books are not public.

You must reach a certain status and have higher permissions to open it.

However, it is enough for Lin Su at this stage.

Because the temple, which was a mess, slowly became clear in front of him...

He knew that the temple was huge, boundless.

He knew that there were actually many people in the temple, too many to count.

He knew that the temple actually had more than just literati, it was a complete world, and in its world there were also people with literature, martial arts, and spiritual practice.

There are still enemies in the temple, enemies from outside the territory.

The enemy is in the sky!

In Tianwaitian, saints are stationed in person, and high-level literati can participate in battles. Having participated in battles in Tianwaitian is a very prominent label on the forehead of temple literati.

After walking on the mountain, the fragrance of books in front of them hit their faces. An elegant house stood between the small bridge and the flowing water. Lin Su and Li Guihan stepped onto the small bridge. The bamboo curtain in front gently opened, and a stunning beauty appeared in front of them.

The beauty bowed slightly: "Shu Shan Yasong, welcome Mr. Lin."

Lin Su took a step forward and bowed deeply: "Lin Su has met the Saint and thanks the Saint for her favor that day."

"The favor of the day?" Yasong was slightly startled: "Young master is referring to..."

Lin Sudao: "Chang Shiba, the watcher of the Great Cang, told me that the saint in the past helped Su Neng escape from the mortal world and went to the third level of heaven. She used her literary heart as a guarantor to obtain the Aoki Order of Wen Dao for me. Su I had already made up my mind that day. If I could enter the temple one day, I would go to Shushan and thank him in person!"

Li Guihan's eyes widened...

She doesn't know about this!

She knew that Shushan Saint Yasong had worked hard for this Wen Dao Aoki Token, but she never thought that she would kiss the Third Heaven and use Wen Xin as a guarantee. This favor was really a big deal.

Yasong smiled softly: "If you are thanking the young master for this matter, then you are really thanking the wrong person. I knew nothing about the young master at that time, and I was only able to do this because of Guihan's entrustment. You are thanking her." !”

"She, you're welcome, you should!"

Li Guihan's eyes got even bigger: "Hey, what I said before is very good. I don't like hearing this anymore. What do you mean you don't need to thank me? What do you mean you should? I owe you?"

Yasong burst into laughter, the atmosphere was completely lively...

Step into the quiet house...

A woman in green clothes came in and offered fragrant tea. Yasong smiled softly: "Mr. Lin, do you know who this woman is?"

Lin Su was slightly startled: "Should I know her?"

Yasong said: "Of course you should know her! Because she is the green snake in your novel!"

Lin Su's eyes widened...

"That lake is the West Lake, that area is where "The Legend of White Snake" evolved, and that garden is the Grand View Garden. I originally wanted Lin Daiyu to come out and pour you a cup of tea, but she is buried there. …”

Yasong gently raised her hand and pointed to a small garden on the left. There was a woman there, holding a flower hoe, shedding tears while burying flowers...

Lin Su sighed: "Ten thousand book peaks and all kinds of worlds can be interpreted like this here. It is really a great blessing for calligraphers."

"For calligraphers, it is a great blessing to see the characters in their writings evolve into a world, but for me, it is a great blessing to be able to witness with my own eyes the heights reached on the mountain of books." Ya Song said: "The twelve things I wrote that day The comments are true and true."

Comments written that day?

Those are the twelve words added on the title page of "Dream of Red Mansions": There is love and hate in the world, and literature and morality have reached new heights.

This evaluation comes from the hands of the temple and is of an incredibly high level.

But it was the personal evaluation of the Saint of Shushan.

Lin Su said: "I am going to Shushan today because I have an uninvited feeling. I wonder if the saint can fulfill Su's wish?"

"Establishing a world of liberal arts and education, right?" Yasong asked.

"Saint Huida!"

"The world of literature and art is legendary!" Yasong gently moved her hand, and a willow leaf fell into her palm: "Although there are many difficulties and dangers, everything in this world depends on man-made things. I can only tell you the rules. I can’t do it for you.”

A willow leaf was delivered to Lin Su's hand...

The content inside was all-encompassing. As soon as Lin Su got it in his hands, he fell into a frenzy of literary rules...

For a moment, Xiang Pavilion was silent...

With a slight move of Yasong's hand, she and Li Guihan were hundreds of feet away from Xiangge in a moment...

"It will take at least seven days and seven nights to fully understand the universe. Let's go for a walk outside the mountains!" Yasong said.