I Become A Saint By Studying

Lin Yi smiled slightly.

In fact, he didn't know if Jiang Liu'er became a master of painting without the support of the Ma family. However, given Jiang's current desolate situation, no one supports him in painting and practicing. If he wants to become a third rank Confucian, the probability of enlightenment and becoming a saint is almost zero.

Jiang Liu'er shook his head and said, "Ma Xiaojun is not my cousin..."

"Um?"

Lin Yi froze for a moment, then looked at Jiang Liu'er.

Jiang Liu'er smiled wryly: "He is my creditor, I owe him money..."

Jiang Liu'er told Lin Yi the general situation without reservation, and he felt ashamed.

Borrowing money to study and practice, not spending time and drinking, not shabby.

Lin Yi: "..."

Lin Yi coughed twice, Ma Xiaojun's acting skills were so good that he believed it.

It seems that he leaked the secret in advance just now, and it still played a great role in Ma Xiaojun.

Lin Yi then said: "Jiang senior, I think you can use the strength of the Ma family to practice in the future, and they will definitely not refuse!"

"Does it fit?"

Jiang Liu'er was a little moved. The Ma family, a wealthy and prominent family in Hangzhou, has frightening wealth, and they have a special way of doing money lending.

But there is no one in Hangzhou who does not owe him money.

He even held a literary meeting in Hangcheng Academy, threatening that if the court does not change, then he will change the court.

The Ma family enshrines third rank Confucianism.

The only thing missing is the second rank Yasheng...

Jiang Liu'er suddenly thought of something, he understood why Ma Xiaojun's attitude changed so quickly.

The other party wants to win him over.

If he is really like the young Saint said, he is an unprecedented painting saint, then the Ma family will only make money and not lose money.

Lin Yi said: "Of course it's suitable. It's fine to repay the senior when he realizes Taoism and becomes a saint in the future. I believe the Ma family will be very happy to help you become a saint of painting!"

Jiang Liu'er's eyes suddenly turned red.

He looked at Lin Yi gratefully, laughed at himself, and said, "I know that senior lied to me. I know very well my own qualifications, a saint of painting? What a faraway thing, senior may be passing through Hangcheng, and happened to see Junior's death The debt was forced, so I came to the rescue... Junior thanked senior!"

Jiang Liu'er stood up and solemnly bowed to Lin Yi.

Lin Yi was stunned, and smiled bitterly: "senior, have you heard of Lingyu?"

Jiang Liuer said: "I have heard, I know a little bit... But it seems that only the soul can enter it, it is the place to cultivate the soul!"

Lin Yi nodded, looked at Jiang Liu'er seriously and said, "Junior came from the spiritual realm to talk to you, senior, who is a sage!"

"First...first sage? Am I really going to become a sage?" Jiang Liu'er stared at Lin Yi blankly, a seed quietly sprouting in her heart.

"Yes!" Lin Yi said seriously.

Jiang Liu'er suddenly squatted on the ground, choked up and sobbed.

Having been poor for half his life, he chose a side art of painting, thinking that this would be the end of his life, but Lin Yi's words gave him hope and endless motivation.

Lin Yi didn't speak, and looked at Jiang Liu'er quietly, sighing in his heart.

He didn't expect that... as the first sage of the Jiang family, he would have such a past.

He suddenly discovered that no matter which Saint it is, it must have experienced the ups and downs of the world, and only then realized the Dao from it.

Brilliant talent and the best in the world are not necessarily Saints, but people who are still full of hope for the world after suffering and determined to change the world, even if they cannot realize the Tao and become holy, they are no different from Saints in people's hearts.

Just like the world that Lin Yi lived in in his previous life, teachers and teachers were not born in the sky, and Chang Ye was like Chang Ye for eternity. It was he who made the common people stand up and become the masters of the world.

Isn't this what Saint is?

Lin Yi didn't speak, just looked at Jiang Liu'er to vent his emotions.

for a long time.

Jiang Liu'er wiped away tears with the faded Confucian shirt, looked up at Lin Yi, bowed to Lin Yi with cupped hands, and asked, "What should I call you?"

"Lin Yi!"

"Okay...Okay, Master Lin, can you tell me what the future looks like? Is the world in chaos? How are the people doing? Literature must be very prosperous!"

Jiang Liu'er looked at Lin Yi expectantly.

Lin Yi said with a smile: "Wen Dao is prosperous, the Dayan Dynasty and other schools of thought coexist in the world, the common people have bitterness and sweetness, but fortunately there is His Majesty who loves the people like a son...the future is very bright!"

Jiang Liu'er said: "Okay, that's great, but unfortunately I don't have the chance to see it again, even if it's true as Master Lin said, I can become a master of painting in the future..."

Lin Yi sighed inwardly.

Saints cannot live forever, but they will silently guard the world in the Confucian Temple.

"Master Lin, I am from the Jiang family..." Jiang Liu'er asked, hesitating to speak.

Lin Yi then looked at the dilapidated courtyard and said with a smile: "Because of you, the Jiang family has become a painter of various schools of thought, and Hangzhou City has also been renamed Huacheng. Owner."

"This house is like a palace, and the Jiang family's descendants are born in large numbers."

Jiang Liu'er frowned and said, "How can we break away from the Dayan Dynasty? Even if it is a hundred schools of thought, it is also a hundred schools of thought in the court. Without the country laid down by the court and the hearts of all people gathered together, how can the world be stable? How can the Jiang family be stable?" Can the house be turned into a palace? Are they going to reverse it? Heaven, earth, master, master, how can you forget your roots?"

Lin Yi was surprised. Didn't Jiang Liu'er mean that the Jiang family became like this?

He bowed to Jiang Liu'er, and said: "Junior is the ancestor of the Lin family, thank you senior for your recognition of the Dayan court..."

"Master Lin, could it be that you are..." Jiang Liuer's eyes widened as he thought of something.

Lin Yi nodded and said, "Junior is the crown prince of Dayan!"

hum!

Jiang Liu'er's head buzzed, as if his head was about to burst.

But soon Jiang Liu'er realized something, and asked, "Master Lin, since you entered the spiritual domain from the sage's Enlightenment Field, are you in the Jiang family in the future?"

"Well, Junior just traveled to your Jiang family, and is accepting the painting challenge from your Jiang family's disciples. He just drew a picture of a horse that you are good at. He has nothing to do, so he is thinking about whether he can talk to the sage..."

Lin Yi didn't hide it.

Jiang Liu'er's heart is attached to the imperial court, that is to say...he may have a chance to make the Jiang family submit to the imperial court.

"I'm good at horse pictures?"

Jiang Liu'er wondered, he was good at drawing people, but he still asked, "Master Lin, can you show me your paintings?"

"Can!"

At this time, Lin Yi was fortunate to have the Yuanshen Najie given by Deng Tai'a, and it happened that he put "Six Horses" in the Yuanshen Najie.

He took out "Six Horses" and put it on the stone table beside him.

Jiang Liu'er leaned her head to look, and subconsciously exclaimed: "Okay, the painting is really good, it's really vivid... I'm not good at writing, so I don't know how to express it, but Master Lin, your painting is really good, lifelike, very vivid. Strength and Shen Yun are all in place, many times stronger than me!"

He suddenly had the idea of ​​copying...

"It's nothing compared to drawing a picture of a saint senior's steed." Lin Yi chuckled.

"Master Lin is modest..."

Just as Jiang Liu'er was about to say something, she suddenly noticed that Lin Yi's primordial spirit had started to fade, and she asked in surprise, "Master Lin, what's wrong with you?"

Lin Yi has had this experience, and said: "I've been in history long enough, it's time to leave, Huasheng senior... Stick to your own path, if there is a destiny, maybe you and I will meet again..."

Lin Yi's Yuanshen and the painting of six steeds disappeared into the long river of history.

Only Jiang Liu'er was left with a look of reluctance.

To him, everything Lin Yi told him was like a dream of a poor scholar...