I Use Idle Books To Become Saint

north.

When they learned of the intentions of the great Confucians, many of the great Confucians in the northern border almost vomited blood.

His mother, so many people rushed to the northern border just to make Marquis Wu change the text?

I thought the barbarians had broken through the Great Wall of Righteousness, so the commander sent a letter asking for help!

Fortunately, I have mobilized all the family members... what? Chen Luo wrote Zhuge Liang to death! Wait a minute, the old man is going to fetch the semi-sacred cultural treasures passed down in his family, and add one to the old man!

I have long been upset at the shame of that literati!

It's too old to write so much in one day!

As a great Confucian, he sent several carts of blades anonymously!

This time, I can teach myself a lesson, how can I miss such a fun thing!

Hundreds of great Confucian scholars are afraid of bamboo forests!

To be able to gather like this must have been allowed by the divine will!

It seems that there is more than one Holy Will!

Isn't this Guan Ming Zhengda?

Go away, vent your anger...

...

In the forty-sixth year of Zhenghe in the Daxuan calendar, East, December 13th.

Wuhou wrote Chapter 104 of "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms", the autumn wind and stars fell on Wuzhangyuan, the soul of Zhuge Kongming died, and the world mourned. Dong Cang wants to change his life for Zhuge Kongming!

...

In Dongcang City today, the atmosphere is a bit...

Cheerful!

Well-informed people have already spread the word in private that hundreds of great Confucian scholars are coming to beat Lord Hou.

Others said that it was thousands of great Confucian scholars who were so pissed off by Lord Hou's article.

Some even said that the three semi-saints took the lead!

It seems that Master Hou is really savage, and needs to be beaten!

All kinds of melon fruits and roasted melon seeds in Dongcang City have been sold out.

Every family moved out of the small benches and sat at the door of the house, looking in the direction of the City Lord's Mansion.

This is much better than the play in the theater!

I heard that someone has opened a handicap in secret, how will the Confucians play?

At present, the most bet is to take off the pants and spank!

hiss--

Exciting just thinking about it!

...

Twenty miles south of Dongcang City, Chen Luo looked at the distant sky and felt a faint sense of oppression.

Hey, in this scene, the senior sister doesn't work anymore.

The sixth senior sister said that if someone wants to kill him, she will protect him with her life; if someone wants to spank him, then the senior sister will not care.

After all, Lin Chaoying's question has not been explained clearly!

The process of explanation is roughly like this -

Yun Siyao: Shuling? You let her out!

Lin Chaoying: Senior sister? You let her in!

Xiang Jixuan, those great scholars?

Forget it, since a field of melon seeds fell out of Xiang Jixuan's robe, Chen Luo can't count on it.

Wu Litao and Jin Guagua?

Two monster races, it is better to stay away, so as not to be accidentally injured!

"Little Hongnu, the master will rely on you today." Chen Luo sighed softly, and said to Luo Hongnu who was standing beside him.

As a mature broken chapter player, Chen Luo is not unprepared for such a scene!

Luo Hongnu is one of his trump cards!

In order to deal with this day, he had arranged for Luo Hongnu to deal with it!

Luo Hongnu glanced at the troupe he brought out, hesitantly: "My lord, are these things made by my family really useful!"

"Do you want to see your son get spanked?"

"I want to...ah, no, I don't want to watch other people spank your son's ass!"

"Then... um? What do you mean?"

Luo Hongnu blushed, and quickly pointed to the distant sky: "My lord, they are here!"

Chen Luo looked quickly, and saw dense figures in the blue sky flying towards Dongcang City. Chen Luo calculated the time and nodded to Luo Hongnu: "Hongnu, start!"

Luo Hongnu's expression turned firm, and he waved vigorously at the troupe behind him!

...

Yan Baichuan was filled with resentment at this moment!

How can you die?

The old man has spent a lot of effort to create such a perfect Confucian virtual idol, how can you write him to death?

I am so inconsiderate of the old man!

This has to be changed!

It should be the finale of Kuangfu Han Dynasty and the peace of the world!

Hmph, this old man doesn't talk about Wude, so he brought more than a hundred Confucian scholars here to see if your child is afraid!

Yan Baichuan was satisfied when he saw Chen Luo leaving the city from a distance.

Even Yun Siyao and those great Confucian scholars who have fought many battles were not brought out.

Finally, I still know how to be afraid!

Just scare and scare later!

Yan Baichuan was about to explain a few words to the hundred great scholars behind him, when he suddenly heard the sad singing from the opera troupe behind Chen Luo——

"God—"

"Why did you hand him over to Qiufeng in a hurry."

"Earth—"

"Why did you rush him into your arms?"

"I would rather die in exchange for his life."

"Good rate for our soldiers to go out again!"

"Who can do better than——"

"Who can be as pure as—"

"Heaven, you are too unfair, the earth, you are too heartless..."

"Leave the eight formations and the Yaoqin in the air, who will hand over the Kingdom of Shu?"

"Life and death hurt the hearts of Shu!"

All the great Confucianists were stunned. The lyrics of this song are straightforward, the tune is sad, and the singing is hoarse and heart-piercing. It makes everyone feel a burst of sadness, and even the anger is diluted by this grief.

All the great Confucian scholars fell down one after another, walking towards Chen Luo with complicated expressions.

Chen Luo gestured to Luo Hongnu, and Luo Hongnu quickly changed his gesture, and the singing voice that broke through the clouds immediately lowered down, turned into a soft ambient background sound, and continued continuously.

The first step in crisis public relations: dilute a single emotion and establish multiple emotional channels!

A song "Crying Zhuge" for everyone!

"Gentlemen, Luo came to Dongcang from afar, please forgive me for not welcoming you!" Chen Luo quickly walked up to him.

Yan Baichuan glanced sideways at the troupe who was humming "Crying for Zhuge" in a low voice, and coughed, trying not to let this sad atmosphere affect his serious statement!

"Wuhou, Zhuge Liang's star falls to Wuzhangyuan, we think it's inappropriate...or..."

Chen Luo interrupted Yan Baichuan with a smile, and bowed to many great Confucians: "Gentlemen, this is not a place for conversation."

"Luo knows that you are here for Zhuge Kongming!"

"Lote has arranged some small plays, and I invite you to move around the city and watch them first!"

Chen Luo finished speaking in one breath, and suddenly saw a big scholar in the crowd blinking at him!

I'll go, Liu Jingzhuang?

Why are you here too?

"A play? But a play like "The Son-in-law"?" a great Confucianist asked.

"Exactly!"

Everyone hesitated.

At this time, going to the theater suddenly, wouldn't it be a bit too serious?

Yan Baichuan sighed: "You can watch the show anytime, but first..."

Chen Luo quickly said: "I have to go to the city, don't worry, I, Chen Luo, can't escape! Gentlemen, you have had a hard journey, so you should take a break first."

At this time, Liu Jingzhuang said to himself in the crowd: "Hey, it's so hard to listen to a play now! A ticket for the premiere of "The Romance of the West Chamber" has already been fired. I don't know if Zhuge Liang's play is only this time. I can hear it, but I can’t hear it later.”

Yan Baichuan and the great Confucians behind him all looked at each other, and could only nod their heads: "Then let's watch the show first."

Chen Luo smiled slightly and made a please gesture.

The second step of crisis public relations: take the initiative and control the rhythm!

Now, it's easy to attack and defend!

...

Today's Dongcang Theater is not as full as it used to be.

More than a hundred Confucian scholars sat at the front and watched the lively performance on the stage.

What is being performed on this stage is exactly the part about Zhuge Liang in the Three Kingdoms Opera in Peking Opera!

To be honest, if the Eight Great Brothels hadn't entered Zhongjing and brought so many musicians, this play would really not have been able to sing.

Just to rehearse these plays, "The Female Consort" was delayed.

The only fly in the ointment is that most of them are women, and the old students choose some women to play and sing. But it's not a big problem, there are many famous old female students in the previous life.

At this time, most of these Confucian scholars who came from afar were coming into contact with drama for the first time, as if the door to a new world had been opened, and they stared intently at the stage. Chen Luo made a bet that if he asked them to go to the city lord's mansion to talk about business at this moment, he would be beaten to death on the spot by a bunch of great Confucian supernatural powers!

After singing Zhuge Liang's arias such as "Borrowing Jingzhou", "The Meeting of Heroes Borrowing the East Wind Huarong Road", "Dragon and Phoenix Bringing Prosperity", "Curning Wang Lang" and other Zhuge Liang's arias, "I sit on the tower and watch the sky" in the famous excerpt "Empty City Strategy" is now being performed. landscape"!

"I was watching the scenery from the city tower, and I heard the chaos outside the city."

"The flags fluttered in the air, but it turned out to be soldiers sent by Sima."

...

"Zhuge Liang is waiting in the enemy building, waiting for you to come here to talk, talk, talk."

...

"I only have Qin Tong and I have no ambushes and no soldiers."

"Don't let your thoughts run wild, just come here, please go up to the tower and listen to me playing the piano!"

...

After singing an empty city plan, a great scholar in the audience shouted "Hello", and was about to throw a reward on the stage, but was stopped by another great scholar.

"Brother Jin, you are irritable... This is your great Confucian treasure... Don't lose it, don't lose it..."

At this time, the stage curtain was closed, and after waiting for a while, it did not open again.

Yan Baichuan looked displeased, and looked at Chen Luo: "Chen Luo, where's the back?"

Chen Luo smiled apologetically: "The back...the back has not been rehearsed yet!"

The complexions of the great Confucian scholars suddenly changed!

Do you break all operas?

Shame on you literati!

Chen Luo smiled slightly, the third step of crisis public relations: shift the focus.

Now, it's time to move to the fourth step. Originally, Chen Luo was still a little confused about this step, and didn't know how to arrange it, but after finishing the chapter Three Kingdoms last night, Chen Luo was sure about the blue light outside the city!

...

"Chen Luo, where are you taking the old man and others!"

Outside Dongcang City, the Confucian group followed Chen Luo to trek in Daye Ridge. Chen Luo just responded: "It's almost there!"

After walking for a while, a simple and solemn ancestral hall appeared in front of everyone.

I saw three large characters written on the plaque: Wuhou Temple!

That's right, the blue light that soared into the sky last night was precisely this building that appeared out of thin air!

"Wuhou Temple?" Yan Baichuan froze for a moment, looking at Chen Luo.

Do you sacrifice yourself?

Want to bring us to worship?

But Yan Baichuan quickly realized that Zhuge Liang is also Marquis Wu!

Is it Zhuge Liang's ancestral hall?

Yan Baichuan was surprised.

Heavenly Dao actually allowed to build an ancestral hall for a character in the book?

Yan Baichuan looked at Chen Luo, are you Heavenly Dao's own son?

"Everyone, please go in and have a look!"

Chen Luo led the way, and the Confucian group slowly stepped into the ancestral hall. Just like the ancestral hall, you can see the couplets of Taoism written on the pillars.

"Only hand to end the mess, often come back to talk and laugh. Bow down and mourn, there is only singing."

"The sun and the moon are hanging out of the teacher's watch, and the wind and the cloud are always protecting Dingjun Mountain."

"It is known that the gods will divide the three tripods, but I will try my best to plan six divisions."

Walking into the main hall, a statue dressed in Confucian robes and holding a feather fan stood upright. Even with the eyesight of a great Confucianist, he couldn't see the face of the statue clearly, but everyone knew that the statue's gaze was looking at the sky outside the hall.

Chen Luo said softly: "Everyone understands what I mean, but please listen to me."

Chen Luo took a deep breath, a pen and paper appeared in his hand, and he began to say——

"Where can I find the Prime Minister's ancestral hall? Ye Sensen outside Dongcang City."

"The green grass on the steps is from the spring, and the oriole every leaf is empty."

"Three visits frequently trouble the world's schemes, and the two dynasties help the veterans."

"Death before leaving the teacher will make the hero burst into tears."

After Chen Luo finished writing, he put down the brush and bowed again to the many great scholars.

"Gentlemen, please don't mind!"

Many great Confucian scholars were silent for a while, and after a while, Yan Baichuan suddenly smiled.

"Wait, I taught this little guy a lesson!"

"It's okay, it's okay!"

"The people in the book have their own destiny. Why should I force it!"

"Since you're here, let's worship one or two."

As soon as Yan Baichuan finished speaking, the paper on which the poem was written suddenly turned into a blue light and shot into Zhuge Liang's statue.

Everyone looked at the statue, and saw a blue light group slowly condensing from the heart of the statue, shrinking and shrinking, as if beating.

"Wen Xin?" All the great Confucian scholars froze suddenly!

This statue of Zhuge Kongming gave birth to Wenxin?

Everyone looked at Chen Luo, and Chen Luo shrugged, expressing that he didn't know anything.

But Chen Luo felt a drum in his heart: "Didn't it say that Du Fu is dead? Could it be fake news?"

At this moment, a clear voice sounded.

"Shanren has learned in his life. There are twenty-four books, with a total of one hundred and forty-four thousand one hundred and twelve characters. There are eight rules, seven precepts, six fears, and five fears."

"Whoever has the heart, I am willing to teach it."

Yan Baichuan's complexion changed, and his whole body exploded with righteousness. He wrapped the entire Wuhou Temple, turned around to look at Chen Luo, and saluted solemnly.

"Wuhou, please allow Wenchang Pavilion to send great scholars to worship Wuhou Temple!"

"Kong Ming is not dead!"

"He came out of the book and preached in this world!"

"This Wuhou Temple is a place of preaching!"

Chen Luo was taken aback: I thought it was just a scenic spot, but I didn't expect it to be a scientific research base?

Although he was complaining in his heart, he quickly said——

"Great Confucianists with household registration in Dongcang City, priority!"