I Become A Saint By Studying

He Weijun looked up at the poem on the inscription, remembering that day in Daxing Town, Lin Yi wrote a poem in a few steps, which made his scalp tingle from shock.

At that time, it was this poem

"Thousands of hammers chisel out deep mountains, and the fire burns like nothing."

"I'm not afraid of being crushed to pieces, I want to stay innocent in the world."

After He Weijun recited the poem, he couldn't help but sigh, "I'll bring this poem back to Junji Academy, even if it's just a rubbing copy, it will definitely benefit the academy's scholars a lot!"

He Wancheng looked at Lin Yi, and asked with cupped hands, "Although the rubbings are not for me, but... I don't know if I can copy them?"

"This quatrain poem, even if you read it silently a few times in your heart, can make the human heart tremble. There should be a great probability that it can cultivate literary courage. The old man also wants to bring a copy back for Qingping Academy's scholars to appreciate!"

"Can!"

Lin Yi has no opinion on this.

It is also a good thing to be able to pass on the poems of the sages of the past and let scholars admire them.

"Thank you!"

He Wancheng expressed his thanks with his cupped hands, and also bowed to the dean Zheng Zhiqiu.

For a time, the atmosphere in the main hall was harmonious.

Da da!

At this moment, footsteps sounded from outside the hall, and Chen Jinbei walked in quickly, winking at several masters and scholars.

Zheng Zhiqiu asked, "Is the body of Yaodao sealed up?"

"It's frozen!"

Chen Jinbei nodded, and then said, "The other wreaths have arrived, and the elegiac couplet and eulogy haven't been written yet, so I have to keep a few masters busy..."

"Elegy eulogy?"

Zheng Zhiqiu was stunned for a moment, and said solemnly, "Well, this is indispensable, masters, I will trouble you!"

"This……"

"I...I won't!"

"The death of a scholar of the Academy is reported to the Zhenguo Holy Academy, and the Holy Academy will send an elegiac couplet and a eulogy..."

"I haven't learned it!"

Zhang Miaoyun waited for the masters, and they looked embarrassed at that moment.

Let them compose poems and write lyrics and still say it in the past. This elegiac eulogy...is not professional!

Zheng Zhiqiu's expression was gloomy, and he said angrily, "You can't even write elegiac eulogy, what kind of teachers are you?"

"Those bachelors who died for the academy are all your disciples... Will the truth be revealed?"

He Weijun and He Wancheng were in the main hall. The ignorance of these masters made Zheng Zhiqiu feel ashamed.

A face blackened to charcoal.

"..."

The masters lowered their heads with shame on their faces.

"Masters read all the books of sages and sages. It is understandable if you don't know. How about this... My Junji Academy once asked the Holy Academy to play several elegiac couplets to commemorate the bachelors who died in addition to Taoism. Today, I will help you to heal Zhou Academy wrote two copies!"

He Weijun looked at Zheng Zhiqiu and said seriously.

He intends to express himself in front of Lin Yi and offers to write an elegiac couplet.

Zheng Zhiqiu's heart was moved, and he bowed to He Weijun and said, "President He is so righteous!"

Lin Yi also looked moved, and silently bowed to He Weijun!

Seeing Lin Yi bowing to him, He Weijun's scalp felt numb, and he hurriedly said, "It's not too late, let's go over here, and by the way, the old man also mourns for these scholars who sacrificed their lives to eliminate demons!"

"Walk!"

Zheng Zhiqiu looked at Chen Jinbei, "Lead the way!"

Chen Jinbei walked in front, followed by Zheng Zhiqiu and He Weijun, as well as many masters and academicians.

"This old man is so wrong. This elegiac couplet is not an ordinary couplet, especially one that mourns scholars...if there is a vision of talent, it can be compared to calligraphy!"

He Wancheng looked at the back of He Weijun leaving, surprised in his heart, and thought to himself, "This is a lot of money, he is so stingy, it is impossible for him to be so generous!"

"Dean He, hurry up and copy it! Junior still has a lot of important things to do!"

Lin Yi wanted to follow the past to express his condolences, and see if he could write some elegiac couplets, which can be regarded as a memorial to the bachelors of the academy.

But He Wancheng hasn't copied the poem on the inscription plaque yet, so he can't leave.

"Let's pass it together, and copy it when we go back!"

He Wancheng shook his head.

He now has some guesses about Lin Yi's identity, and he still knows which is more important.

Lin Yi cupped his hands slightly, and said in a serious voice, "Dean He has a heart!"

As the deans of other academies, He Wancheng deserves respect both emotionally and rationally for being able to go to the mourning hall to express his condolences.

...

The mourning hall for the deceased bachelors of the academy is located in the open space on the hillside of the academy, and many bachelors of the academy are busy.

Since the dead academicians were all sucked dry of Blood Essence by the Heavenly Fox Demon transformed by Chen Haoran, so their bodies were not kept, and all were burnt to ashes and sealed in clay pots.

The academicians of the academy will make spiritual seats and put them on clay pots with their ashes written on them, including their achievements.

In the mourning hall.

Twenty or thirty clay pots with ashes are placed in it, giving people a great sense of heaviness.

As soon as Zheng Zhiqiu entered, his eyes were red and weeping.

"My good boys!"

Zheng Zhiqiu let out a mournful cry, tears running down his face.

Those bachelors and masters fell in love with each other, and they also sobbed and choked up.

The cries grew louder.

It is really sad for those who hear it, and tears for those who hear it.

Lin Yi stood outside the mourning hall, feeling extremely heavy.

In his mind, he still vaguely remembered the faces of these bachelors, who kowtowed to him three times and nine times in the small courtyard, respecting him as Master Lin.

blink of an eye.

They are Deva forever.

Lin Yi's hands under his shirt were quietly clenched, if he had enough strength at that time.

It must be able to prevent Chen Hao from turning into a monster.

"After the funeral, no matter what, you must devote yourself to cultivation!"

Lin Yi has never been so eager for power like now.

After He Weijun entered the mourning hall, he was also greatly touched.

Twenty-three clay urns.

Twenty-three scholars.

"Damn the demon way!"

He Weijun gritted his teeth, murderous intent appeared in his eyes, and then he walked forward solemnly and bowed to the twenty-three spiritual seats.

express his condolences.

He Weijun said seriously, "You are all good!"

As a senior brother, Wang Chun knelt in the mourning hall to greet those who mourned, and got up to support He Weijun.

Afterwards, He Wancheng also went over to express his condolences, and Wang Chun also helped him up, expressing his gratitude.

Wang Chun didn't know the two principals, so he asked, "What do you call the two masters? Are they relatives of the younger brother?"

What is a gentleman? "My old man, the dean of Junji Academy, what is a gentleman!"

He Wancheng said, "My old man, the dean of Qingping Academy, He Wancheng!"

Plop!

"The student met two seniors!"

Wang Chun fell to the ground with his legs limp, shaking uncontrollably all over his body.

This is the master of the two major academies in Nanxiang Mansion, the fourth rank gentleman, a nobleman among scholars.

"Free gift!"

After He Weijun finished his condolences, he looked at Chen Jinbei and said, "Bring the pen, ink, paper and inkstone!"

He is going to start writing the elegiac couplet.

Zheng Zhiqiu hurriedly waved his hands and said, "Hurry up, hurry up, why did the dean prepare pens, inks, papers and inkstones!"

Soon, some academicians brought tables and chairs.

Su Huaizhi, who was helping in the mourning hall, brought up the ordinary Four Treasures of the Study.

"The old man will leave two elegiac couplets later, you can copy them on the wreath later!"

He Weijun spoke, then dipped his pen and ink, and quickly wrote the elegiac couplet on the paper.

Talent leaps!

Elegy couplets are not ordinary couplets, but also exist like calligraphy.

A good elegiac couplet has the power to appease the spirits and the relatives and friends of the deceased. It expresses grief and moves the world.

It can also make readers feel a force in the elegiac couplets and cultivate their courage!