I Become A Saint By Studying

"Why don't you leave?"

In the funeral procession, all the bachelors were puzzled.

Zheng Zhiqiu was confused.

Looking back at the twenty-three academic positions, he felt ashamed, and said in his heart, "Good boys... don't blame the dean!"

"Walk!"

Zheng Zhiqiu gritted his teeth and set off again.

The team behind followed up again.

He Weijun glanced at the back of the line, as if looking for someone.

When he saw Zhong Zizheng, his body trembled.

Sensing the other party's gaze, he quickly greeted him with his eyes and bowed slightly...

"Go all the way, good boys of the Holy Court!"

Zhong Zi was following at the end of the team, and his emotions would inevitably be affected, the more he participated in this kind of thing.

The more he longed for the deeper foundation of the Holy Court.

Completely cut off the soil for the survival of Taoism.

There are no more scholars who died because of Taoism.

"Fortunately, we caught up!"

At this moment, Lin Yi finally caught up and stood beside Zhong Zizheng.

I was relieved.

"Is it your kid?"

Zhong Zizheng at the side recognized Lin Yi, frowned and said, "As a scholar, I don't understand this bit of etiquette? What did you do last night?"

As a third rank Confucian, he is qualified to scold all the scholars of Dayan Academy.

"???"

Lin Yi glanced at Zhong Zizheng, seeing that the lock was too wide, and calmly said, "Read!"

"read……"

Zhong Zi was speechless, since he was studying, it was understandable.

"Fortunately, we caught up!"

Li Wenbo also caught up at this time, panting.

Facing Lin Yi's physical fitness, I was also very surprised.

Only at the Ninth-Rank Enlightenment Realm, it seems to be better than his body at the seventh-rank Benevolent Realm.

"It's you!"

Zhong Zizheng saw Li Wenbo, and wanted to scold him at first, but thought that this was Master Lin's book boy, so he said, "Young man, you forgot the time when you were studying last night!"

"Why is uncle standing behind here? Why don't you wear sackcloth and filial piety? Scholars don't understand this bit of etiquette?"

Li Wenbo frowned.

"..."

Zhong Zizheng choked on Li Wenbo's words.

He is the fifth holy son of the Holy Academy, a third rank Daru, and it is already a great honor for them to be able to send these bachelors on a journey.

Wearing hemp and filial piety?

This is against the law of etiquette!

It's like, if you ask the emperor to wear sackcloth and filial piety for the common people, I'm afraid those courtiers will scold the emperor to death.

"Actually, uncle is a friend of Dean He and Dean He, not their relatives..."

Zhong Zizheng can only explain this.

He thought to himself, if He Weijun and He Wancheng knew that he said they were friends, they would be so excited that they would burn incense!

"That's it!"

Li Wenbo's expression softened a lot. He was a friend of the two directors, so it must not be easy.

He cupped fist and saluted.

"You don't have to be so polite, Master Lin will recover after he recovers, just ask uncle to meet him!"

Zhong Zi was looking at Li Wenbo with a smile.

"see me?"

Surprised, Lin Yi looked Zhong Zizheng up and down, and was sure he didn't know him at all.

"Ahem!"

Lin Yi coughed twice.

Before knowing Zhong Zizheng's purpose for seeing him, it's better not to meet him.

Li Wenbo understood in seconds, nodded and said, "Okay, don't worry!"

"Eh!"

Only then was Zhong Zizheng satisfied, and he couldn't help looking forward to it.

He couldn't help thinking.

This Master Lin should be around 40 or 50 years old, very knowledgeable, with a good temperament.

At the same time, it has a sharp edge.

Just like the poem he wrote, it takes ten years to sharpen a sword.

"This Master Lin, if he is younger, he should be the Holy Son of the Holy Court!"

Zhong Zizheng was particularly optimistic about Master Lin.

He is a poet.

I have great respect for this kind of scholar who can write poems with more than five talents.

Although he is a great Confucianist, he has cultivated through studying.

Occasionally written poems... the highest is only four buckets high.

But he can write well.

When the opportunity comes in the future, it is very possible to enter the Yasheng by virtue of the article.

But he didn't want to do that, it was too unchallenging.

Because his teacher, the current Holy Master of the Holy Academy, was conferred the title of Sub-Saint by virtue of the article "Suppressing the Country".

He wants to enter the sub-sage with poetry, not taking an unusual path.

This is the teacher who surpasses him.

Therefore, this is also the reason why he made friends with scholars with poetic talents.

...

The funeral procession arrives at the cemetery.

The twenty-three tombs dug in advance are extremely eye-catching.

"My son!"

"You're a thousand knives..."

"father……"

When the relatives saw the tomb, they were touched by the scene and couldn't help crying.

Weeping and crying, sad.

"It's time!"

Zheng Zhiqiu said loudly at this time.

All the scholars, masters, and relatives of the deceased scholars suddenly looked at him suspiciously.

"What's the matter? I'm going to be buried here?"

"What about the eulogy?"

"Without a eulogy, how can my son rest in peace? How can I comfort their spirits in heaven?"

"No burial is allowed, it's against etiquette!"

When the family members were crying, seeing that Zheng Zhiqiu didn't take any steps, they opened their mouths to stop him.

They snatched the urn from the maester, their faces flushed red.

"My son died for your academy, and you just bury him like this. How is it different from throwing the corpse in a mass grave?"

"Is this the behavior of you scholars? Have you read all your sage theories into the stomach of a dog?"

"The eulogy, the sacrificial text... one must not be missing!"

"father!"

The family members of those bachelors hugged the urn tightly, tears streaming down their faces.

"I……"

Zheng Zhiqiu's face was pale, and his figure was shaky.

He looked at He Weijun and He Wancheng for help, but they had no choice but to spread their hands.

"It's over!"

Zheng Zhiqiu's heart sank, he thought He Weijun would prepare a eulogy, and in addition, few family members came over in the middle of the night.

So I thought, if there is a eulogy, it should be more formal, and if there is no eulogy, just say a few words, remembering the good sons of these academies.

There is no need to make it so grand, and the family members will be compensated after the burial.

Unexpectedly... the family members of these bachelors strongly demanded a eulogy and sacrificial letter.

Zheng Zhiqiu can also understand.

They came to the world in a glorious way, and their family members must also hope that they will die in a blissful life.

Human nature.

But he couldn't get it out at all!

"What's going on? This Zheng Zhiqiu didn't even prepare a eulogy or a sacrificial oration? How did he become the dean!"

Zhong Zi was annoyed.

This is a matter of outrageous etiquette.

He felt that if Pingzhou Academy didn't handle this matter well, even if there was a poem on the inscription, it would never be included in the Holy Academy!

"Uncle, you can do it!"

Li Wenbo looked at Zhong Zizheng displeased.

"Book……"

Zhong Zizheng wanted to say that I have never dabbled in it before, but he held back and said, "This is not the Realm that uncle is good at! But what your academy is doing is wrong, it violates the etiquette!"

"The dean is confused!"

Lin Yi has read the True Explanation of Wen Dao, and has some understanding of the funeral rituals of scholars.

So he specially prepared the eulogy in advance, but he didn't expect the dean to fall behind.

Lin Yi shook his head, at the critical moment, he still had to make a move.

He stepped out of the queue, walked towards the cemetery, and at the same time said loudly, "It's time to remember the heroes and comfort the dead!"

Swish!

Swish!

All eyes immediately fell on Lin Yi.

"This... good, good!"

Zheng Zhiqiu was taken aback for a moment, then saw the scroll in Lin Yi's hand, and suddenly understood.

He was trembling with excitement, and the hanging heart finally let go.

But for a while, I couldn't help crying.

At this juncture, it was Lin Yi who came to rescue him again, really... luck in eight lifetimes!

...

"Master! You?"

Li Wenbo froze for a moment, then subconsciously shouted.

Zhong Zizheng was startled, and suddenly turned his head to look at Li Wenbo, "You...what do you call him?"

Lord!

This is what the book boy calls his master.