I Use Idle Books To Become Saint

Chen Luo followed the prestige and saw a majestic old scribe walking out from among the officials. Chen Luo's eyes glanced at his chest. It was a pattern of a rising red sun, with five birds fluttering their wings from the red sun.

A voice transmission was sent to Chen Luo's ears: "This is Lu Dazhi, the head of the etiquette department in the main hall, and the official residence is fifth rank."

"Master Lu, what do you want to ask me?" Chen Luo arched his cupped hands.

Then Lu Dazhi walked up to Chen Luo quickly, first saluted Ye Heng, and then looked at Chen Luo: "Wan Anbo, I ask you, the great Confucianism heart found in Wan'an County was taken by you." Stolen?"

Chen Luo frowned slightly: "Master Lu, at such an advanced age, how come you open your mouth? The thief, one is stealing; the other is robbery; which one did I commit? You let Wenxin choose the master, and Wenxin chooses me." Yes. Any questions?"

Lu Dazhi snorted coldly: "Nonsense. The great Confucian literary heart is the treasure of my Confucianism. I think you haven't developed a righteous spirit, so you are not a member of the Confucian school. How could the literary heart choose you as the master!"

"Old man, stop talking nonsense!" At this moment, a loud shout resounded through the hall, almost suppressing the sound of the rainstorm outside the hall. Chen Luo turned his head, only then did he see Wei Yan, who had been hiding somewhere for a long time, came out from among the officials with a dark face.

Lu Dazhi was not surprised to see Wei Yan appearing, and said, "Master Wei, although you are a great Confucian and I am a master, there is no distinction between right and wrong. You said the old man is nonsense, so how could the old man be wrong?"

Wei Yan glanced at Chen Luo, his face flushed slightly, and then said: "My disciples of Confucianism are identified with awe-inspiring righteousness. As long as you pursue the way in your heart, discern the principles of the world, and enter my Confucianism with your heart, you are all right." I am a disciple of Confucianism. Chen Luo!"

Wei Yan suddenly looked at Chen Luo: "Let me ask you, do you have a way in your heart?"

Chen Luo nodded: "Yes!"

"Then are you willing to discern the principles of the world?"

"willing!"

"Okay, that means I am a disciple of Confucianism!" Wei Yan said loudly.

Lu Dazhi watched Chen Luo and Wei Yan sing together, and sneered: "Wei Daru, this identity is not what you say it is!"

Wei Yan glanced sideways at Lu Dazhi, and his tone was full of danger: "Then what do you say?"

Lu Dazhi: "Those who are qualified to recognize Wan Anbo as a Confucian disciple should be the leader of the Confucian sect, the current Wenzong, Half step Saint!"

As soon as Lu Dazhi's words came out, all the officials in the palace were discussing, and Ye Heng put one hand on the dragon chair, watching with great interest.

"Half-sage..." The official with a good cause said privately, "Lu Dazhi is also getting ruthless. Aren't you afraid to force out the bamboo forest half-sage of Wei Yan's lineage?"

"It's not that easy. The Bamboo Sage lived in seclusion in the Green Bamboo Forest for a period of sixty years after the case of Emperor Lin Lin. Back then, Prime Minister Huo didn't show up for the rebellion. How could he stand up for a literary heart?"

"What is Lu Dazhi trying to do? Even if Wan Anbo agrees to retrain Wenxin and hand over Wenxin, it won't fall on his head."

"I heard that Lu Dazhi recently married a concubine, who is a collateral daughter of the Fang family in Suizhou."

"Oh, Suizhou Fang! Then the water will be deep, be careful, be careful!"

The sound transmission in the court continued, and Wei Yan looked at Chen Luo with tangled eyes at this moment.

Chen Luo frowned slightly. What happened to Wei Wei today? Since you stand up, you will kill the opponent directly, why do you look hesitant, there is no cool rhythm at all!

"Master Wei, what else do you have to say? Otherwise, you can send a letter to your master Zhusheng to ask, and I will wait."

"No need!" Wei Yan glared at Lu Dazhi viciously, walked up to Chen Luo, shook his sleeves, put his hands together in front of his chest, left hand outside, right hand inside, bowed deeply, respectfully said——

"Disciple Wei Yan, pay homage to my little uncle!"

...

The whole hall was silent, Ye Heng got up from the throne in surprise.

Chaotang, it exploded!

"Wei Yan, what's going on? What did you say?"

"Little Martial Uncle? Don't be kidding, Bamboo Sage wants to accept him as a disciple?"

"Wei Yan, aren't you afraid that your teacher will kill you?"

At this time, Chen Luo's head also seemed to have been hit hard, and he froze on the spot.

What are you doing? In order to praise me, Wei senior actually made such a big sacrifice?

How can I repay this favor?

Chen Luo took a step forward, wanting to help Wei Yan up, and used to shout: "Wei senior..."

Wei Yan seemed to have been electrocuted, and hurriedly stepped back half step, still in a bowed posture. Although the veins on his forehead were already bulging, he still said: "Seniors are orderly, disciples don't dare to be senior. take back..."

Could it be true?

The Master Wen Xiang found for himself is the Master of Wei Yan's Master!

Awesome!

...

Chen Luo coughed dryly: "Wei Qian... Well, Xiao Wei, you should get up first."

Wei Yan stood up with a dark face, looked at Lu Dazhi, gritted his teeth and said, "Is there any question?"

Lu Dazhi was also confused at this time, the script is not like this!

Panicked, he blurted out a question that was in the hearts of all the monarchs and ministers: "You said Bamboo Sage accepted him as a disciple, what proof is there!"

"This old man can prove it!" At this time, Yan Baichuan, who had always been as steady as a rock, said softly.

The court hall fell into silence again, only to hear the storm outside the hall, which became more and more violent...

...

"Hehehehe..." Xuandi Ye Heng's laughter broke the silence of the court, "I didn't expect Bamboo Sage to accept disciples again, and it was my new Wan Anbo...Congratulations!"

"Hou An, draw up the decree, grant Bo Wan'an the Changming Palace attendant, reward ten yuan of barbarian blood ink, one hundred pieces of silkworm brocade, and one emperor's mansion outside Zhongjing!"

"The matter of Wenxin, let's discuss it here, don't mention it again! Let's retreat..."

As soon as Ye Heng changed his previous attitude of watching the show, he immediately added a series of rewards, and looked at Chen Luo with more and more satisfaction.

But at this time, another person stood up: "Your Majesty, I have a performance."

Ye Heng, Chen Luo, and Wei Yan looked together, and saw a smiling, chubby official standing in front of the red sun on the court uniform, and there were three Phoenix.

"It's the servant of the Ministry of Rites. It's different." Wei Yan's lips moved slightly, and he sent a voice transmission to Chen Luo.

Na Wanbu went out, and glared at Lu Dazhi: "Behave recklessly, don't go back!" As if he had been pardoned, Lu Dazhi quickly returned to stand among the officials.

Na Wanbu raised his smiling face again, nodded slightly to Chen Luo, then turned to Emperor Xuan, and said, "Your Majesty, Wan Anbo can get the blue eyes of the Bamboo Sage, so he is naturally a native of Confucianism. Suggest."

Ye Heng asked curiously, "What suggestion does Wan Aiqing have?"

Wan Budong smiled and said: "I have been studying for decades, and found that the poems of this dynasty are far inferior to those of the previous dynasty. I often hear the argument that the poems have been written by the previous dynasty. Today, seeing Wan Anbo's young talent, he can't be righteous, but Still being accepted by the semi-sage, I think I will be the best in the world! How about asking Wan Anbo to recite a poem to sweep away my decline in poetry, wouldn't it be wonderful!"

As soon as Wan Bu made this statement, the officials in the main lobby all echoed.

Chen Luo was startled: "Bastard! If in other time travels, this would be a good time to wait for a pretend, but in this world, Tang and Song poems have appeared, so it's not easy to be fooled now!"

At this time, Chen Luo also received a voice transmission from Wei Yan: "This Wanbushi hides a knife in his smile. He wants to use his poems to prevent you from being recognized by other Confucian scholars. You will say that you are not feeling well later, and I will turn it around."

Although Chen Luo was upset, he could only nod silently.

At this time, Wan Budong said: "The military minister is about to send troops to Wanren City. Since ancient times, he has written a good poem. Why don't you ask Wan Anbo to compose a poem and present it to the military minister..."

Chen Luo was taken aback for a moment, and a poem came to his mind.

This, I can!