I Use Idle Books To Become Saint

"Wan Amber is going to write a second song."

"Is it the painting or the brick?"

"It should be a painting, anyway, there are still some things, that brick, to be honest, I feel that I can't break the problem!"

Luo Sanqiu also smiled at this time, his goal was the last brick.

Others don't know that his master once studied with Wansheng and knows everything about Wansheng.

Therefore, only he is sure to invite the Holy Will of All Saints.

The sacred will of the deity acts as Magic Treasures, and the power is even stronger!

Even if Chen Luo invites the second holy will, as long as he fails to recite the stone brick, and he is the last to go on stage, and invites the Holy Will of All Saints to become the spirit of the stone brick in full view, he will be able to overwhelm him in terms of momentum. One pressed Chen Luo.

own Face can be picked up from the ground.

"Work hard, the better you perform now, the better you will be able to set off the old man later." Luo Sanqiu couldn't help feeling complacent, and threw an encouraging smile at Chen Luo.

Sensing this, Chen Luo turned his head and saw Luo Sanqiu's friendly smile, and his heart was also moved.

Great Confucianism with an open mind!

So Chen Luo also nodded at Luo Sanqiu, and he would never let him down.

Chen Luo looked at the painting. As Wen Xiang said, the people and cattle on the painting were gone, only a cart of charcoal was left, but the charcoal was also a mess at this time.

"Hey, where is the carbon in the painting? It has been polluted into a ball. If someone hadn't reminded me, the old man wouldn't be able to see that it was a carload of carbon."

"That's right, if I have to say it, I feel that it's more like a piece of coal now, a huge coal stone."

"Anyway, it's all black, so whatever it is, it's what it is!" A great Confucianist said helplessly, "This is a useless treasure!"

"No matter what it is, this dark mass is not easy to recite!"

"Let's see how Wan Amber breaks the game."

...

Chen Luo looked at the remnant painting. To be honest, he was stupefied at the beginning. Just like what those great scholars said, this black picture, if Wen Xiang hadn't reminded him that it was related to "The Charcoal Sellers", I can't think of what it is?

But now, it is indeed like a coal stone, or the kind of coal stone that has just been dug out of the ground.

It's fine if it's really a waste, but since I'm so close, I can still feel a trace of heat coming out of the black mass, which makes people feel warm in this cold winter.

Then that poem!

When Chen Luo lifted the brush, everyone held their breath, as if worried that the sound of own breathing would interrupt Chen Luo's creative thinking, even Yan Baichuan turned his head to pay attention.

After all, he was a little embarrassed to take out this cultural treasure, so he said that he would be satisfied if he could invite two holy wills for three cultural treasures.

I saw Chen Luo writing pens on the stone tablet, and a lyrical poem appeared on the stone tablet eloquently.

"Cutting out the chaos to get the black gold, the deepest storage of yang and meaning."

"The fire burns back to the spring, and the furnace shines through the night."

"Ding Yiyuan depends on the power of generation, but Tieshi still has the heart after death."

"I hope that the common people are full and warm, and they will work hard to get out of the mountains and forests."

The stele suddenly shook, and a strong heat emanated from the stele, and the Eight Trigrams symbol in the Eight Trigrams Square instantly lit up!

"Successful! Please Saint succeeded!"

"My God, Wan Amber really turned carbon into coal. This is the song "Ode to Coal"!"

"Poetry has been written for thousands of years, and there is only one who sings coal!"

"Great, great, great!"

"At this time, every sentence is written about coal, but every sentence is written about the sages who dedicated their lives to the human race. It has the feeling of 'the spring silkworms will die when the silkworms die, and the wax torch will turn into ashes and tears will dry'!"

"'May the common people be well-fed and warm, and work tirelessly to leave the mountains and forests', this is a holy wish! Wan Anbo has made a holy wish!"

"Look, which holy will was summoned?"

At this time, the Yin & Yang fish in the center of Eight Trigrams Square suddenly stopped spinning, and a cyan light and shadow emerged.

"Saint has an impermanent heart, and takes the hearts of the people as his heart!"

"Di Mou, I have seen my descendants!"

The sound came out, and there was an uproar!

"Di Xiang, it's Di Xiang!"

"See Di Xiang!"

All of a sudden, the audience bowed and saluted, and they were paying homage to Di Renjie, the famous minister of the former dynasty!

In the former dynasty, there was a minister called Di Renjie, who loved the people like a son, and was deeply respected by the people inside and outside. Later, Transcendent became a saint and resigned from the minister. Di Renjie refused.

Before leaving, he wrote the warning of "Saint has an impermanent heart, take the heart of the people" on the Xiao wall of the prime minister's mansion, which has become the motto of all those who are determined to "make life for the people"

The blue light of Di Renjie's holy will fell on the stone tablet of "Ode to Coal", and the stone tablet seemed to turn into a ball of flame, and then fell into the remnant painting, and the remnant painting was burned by the flame. Faintly red coal stones emerged, and a warm and domineering holy prestige swept Eight Trigrams Square!

As soon as the coal stone appeared, it immediately turned into a black light and stopped behind Chen Luo.

"The treasure of transformation, it is the treasure of transformation!" A great scholar exclaimed.

Yan Baichuan also showed surprise. Transformation is a manifestation of the power of some treasures changing their form and being closer to Heavenly Dao. This residual painting was made of coal and stones, and the meaning of the entire cultural treasure has also changed. Now even Di Xiang The sacred will left, this coal is still a treasure of literature.

Yan Baichuan looked at Chen Luo again, mixed with joy and worry for a moment.

Happily, another treasure has been added to Wenchang Pavilion, but the worry is how to reward Chen Luo.

For the previous rewards, Wenchang Pavilion has already spent the past three years. Looking at Chen Luo's age, Wenchang Pavilion can be emptied before the age of forty!

But it won't work without rewards, Bamboo Sage is watching!

"Alas..." Yan Baichuan let out a sigh, strive to become a saint within twenty years, and leave this mess to the next Wenxiang to deal with!

Thinking of this, Yan Baichuan felt a little more relaxed.

At this time, Chen Luo's eyes fell on the stone brick.

...

"Old Leng!" A great Confucian who had made a bet came to Leng Hanbing's side and said with a smile, "It's the last song, and it's that stone brick with no background. You're doomed this time. When the time comes When exchanging bets, this old man must be the first one."

Leng Hanbing's eyes were firm: "Hmph, what do you know? Based on my understanding of Wan Amber, he must have kept the ones he was sure of at the end. Just stay by my side and wait for the first one to accept you." bet!"

"Tough mouth!" The Confucian didn't take it seriously, after all Leng Hanbing was going to go bankrupt soon, why can't he say a few words?

Two saints in one poem, how easy it is!

Think carefully now, it would be better to let Leng Hanbing do something for him when the time comes!

After all, he is a good friend for many years, so he must do some private work to pay off his debts!

...

Chen Luo looked at the brick carefully.

It is a bit old, and the brick is a bit yellowish, but it has been covered with a thick layer of paste because it has been used for many years, and it looks like a brick-shaped jade.

In this world, the building bricks used by folks are also made of lime and glutinous rice, so Chen Luo chose poems early in the morning.

"Today is a special show!" Chen Luo thought, and picked up his pen.

...

"It's started, the last poem is about to start."

"Leng Daru's betting on Wan Anbo's poems and double sages, whether he can succeed or not, depends on this!"

"Two saints in one poem? I think if you take a border poem, maybe you can ask for a holy statue!"

"From my point of view, maybe writing a poem of nostalgia for the border can kill two birds with one stone!"

Luo Sanqiu also looked at Chen Luo with a smile, waiting for Chen Luo to fail.

He naturally heard the discussions of these great scholars, and some of them deliberately raised their voices, seeming to be discussing, but actually trying to give Chen Luo a tip.

However, it is impossible to succeed at all!

This brick is not a brick of the city wall at all, nor does it have the slightest homesickness. When Wansheng was young, he was surrounded by a group of gangsters and forced Wansheng to replace them for the crime of theft, and he could get a silver reward. Wan Sheng picked up the scattered bricks on the ground, would rather die than follow, and finally repelled the gangsters.

Since then, Halloween has been inseparable.

As for the bricks of the city wall and the bricks of homesickness, they were all fabricated by Wan Sheng's disciples to save the teacher's face.

Luo Sanqiu also learned about this matter from his master's notes.

If Chen Luo recited the ambition of guarding the gate and the feeling of homesickness, the direction was off from the beginning, and it would be difficult to be touched by the holy will.

Instead, I chose a poem about "a man who is mighty and unyielding", which may invite the Holy Spirit to come down!

It is also an interesting story that poetry overwhelms Wan Amber.

...

Chen Luo took a deep breath, the strongest verse written by the person with the hardest bones in the previous life, presented in this world!

"Thousands of hammers chisel out deep mountains,"

"The fire burns like nothing."

"I'm not afraid of being smashed to pieces,"

"Leave innocence in the world!"

For a while, there was a lot of wind in Eight Trigrams Square, and the cypress sword and coal stone behind Chen Luo groaned, as if echoing.

But nothing happened to the Eight Trigrams square.

"Failed?"

"how is this possible?"

"This is Wing Lime, it's strong and strong, how could it fail?"

Just when everyone was discussing for the first time, the entire Eight Trigrams Square suddenly shook.

"Huh? Earthquake?"

"It seems that there was an earthquake before, who still remembers?"

"I remember, it's Lu Fangweng's poem and two sages!" A voice came out, and everyone followed the sound, and it turned out to be Kong Chengyong who had been silent all along.

Kong Chengyong looked solemnly, looking at the stone tablet where Chen Luo wrote Lime Yin.

"Great earthquake, blow out!"

As soon as the words fell, the stele suddenly rose, revealing the stone carvings buried in the ground.

It was Chen Luo who wrote "Every man is responsible for the rise and fall of the world" in Wan'an County!

The Bixi stone sculpture protruded from the ground, that Bixi's head suddenly lifted up, opened its mouth, and a strange long howling sound came from the stone sculpture Bixi's mouth.

Just when the weird voice sounded Setsuna, the eight hexagrams in Eight Trigrams Square suddenly burst into light, and the blue light shot up into the sky, turning into a long bridge.

"Teacher Hongqiao?" Yan Baichuan's eyes were even more surprised, Saint Yun, three people must have my teacher, at least three half-sages walking together, this kind of vision will appear!

"Look, there is a sacred intention on Hongqiao."

On the Hongqiao, there were flashes of holy will, following the Hongqiao and falling into the Eight Trigrams Square.

together.

Two ways.

Three ways.

...

seven.

Gossip.

Nine.

...

The phantom of the complete and ever-increasing holy path smiled coldly: "Hahahahaha, what are the two saints of the first life, Wan Anbo moved the hall of all saints here!"

"The sages of the human race, which one is not 'not afraid of broken bones', and which one is not 'leaving innocence in the world'!" Leng Hanbing grabbed the great Confucian who was about to leave beside him: "Brother Ma, you are the first A staker!"

"Brother Leng, this old man only has this cultural treasure..."

"It doesn't matter. After all, we have been friends for many years. How could you not have the opportunity to take on private work. I lack a Confucian assistant. If you take your time, it will be regarded as repayment."

"Hey, all right."

"Go, go, collect bets with me!"

...

At this moment, Yan Baichuan's eyelids twitched as he looked at the phantoms of the Holy Will that were still increasing in the square.

"Waste, waste! What's the use of calling so many holy wills? You can only choose one!"

"What a waste!"

On the other side, Luo Sanqiu's opened mouth never closed.

How do you chant lime?

Shouldn't you chant the frontier and homesickness?

Some people tell you, chanting border homes homesickness!

Why don't you play your cards according to the routine!

Are you asking for a saint?

People are all one-on-one, and they are invited to make offerings tremblingly.

You are having a banquet!

I never dreamed that in Eight Trigrams Square, when I saw the Holy Will appear, I could actually describe it as "sprung bamboo shoots"!

Hey, that Holy Will over there, don't crowd my Halloween Holy Will!

...

"Ahem!" Yan Baichuan looked at Chen Luo, who was also a little dull, and said, "The appreciation of all the saints is an affirmation of you. Chen Luo, you choose a saint."

Chen Luo was taken aback, huh?

I got back voted?

Chen Luo was about to speak, when Yan Baichuan's voice transmission came in his ears: "Choose Wansheng, he is the owner of the stone brick, and as a weapon spirit, his power can be even greater."

Hmph, shady!

Why can't my favorite Shengyi big brother debut!

With a pious expression on Chen Luo's face, he bowed and saluted: "Thank you for your kindness, Junior would like to invite you..."

Chen Luo hadn't finished speaking, another holy will descended from the sky, and landed directly in front of Chen Luo, filled with holy power, suppressing other holy wills!

Yan Baichuan stared, and quickly said via voice transmission: "Choose him! Choose him! Choose him!"

Chen Luo was also taken aback, and raised his head to look at the holy will. Compared with other semi-holy phantoms, he couldn't see the face clearly, which meant that he could vaguely see the eyebrows.

At this time, a ray of light flew from one direction of Zhongjing, and fell on the Eight Trigrams Square in an instant, it was the Faxiang! Seeing the phantom in front of Chen Luo, he also bowed slightly.

"Disciples of the Legal School, have met Han Feizi!"

The sage of Legalism, Han Feizi!

Faxiang looked at the poem on the Bixi stele, and saluted Chen Luo again: "Since ancient times, he has been innocent, and there is no one better than the Legalists! Please Wan Anbo complete it!"

Chen Luo nodded, and bowed to Han Feizi: "Please Han Feizi enter the poem!"

The phantom of Han Feizi's holy will nodded slightly, raised his legs and stepped into the poems and prose, and the poems and prose suddenly shone brightly and merged into the stone brick. Two cracks appeared on the stone brick, and then flew behind Chen Luo.

The holy will on the square shook their heads slightly, and slowly dissipated, only the phantom of the ghost at the end hesitated for a moment, and then dissipated.

At this time, no one heard it, and there was a long sigh in the holy hall.

...

Luo Sanqiu's mouth seemed to be unable to close.

His chance to make a name for himself!

He had just seen the phantom of the holy will of Wansheng dissipate, and his heart ached.

How can you do this?

Just here, a hand patted his shoulder, and when he turned his head, it was the face with a cold smile blooming.

"Old Luo, pay the bet!"

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