Chapter 281: Chapter 281 Buddha's Light

Chapter 281: Chapter 281 Buddha's LightThe three great scholars tacitly did not take it, but exchanged glances with each other.

Dean Zhao Shou saw this, reached out to take the folded rice paper, slowly unfolded it, and then he fell into a long silence.

Sensing Zhao Shou's abnormality, Zhang Shen tentatively asked: "Dean?"

But the dean ignored him, muttered in a low voice, and fell into a certain emotion that he could not get rid of for the time being.

After a long time, Zhao Shou stroked his beard and smiled: "Good poem! I will carve this poem in the sub-sage temple by myself, so that it will become a part of Yunlu Academy. In the future, when future generations look back on this period of history, this poem will be enough.

"Tonight, the three of you come to my elegant residence to drink, and we will drink until dawn."

The three great scholars found it incredible. How could Dean Zhao Shou, as the leader of Confucianism today, lose his composure because of a poem?

Even for such masterpieces as "The fragrance floats in the moonlight at dusk" and "The boat is full of dreams and presses the stars", the dean just smiled and praised.

"Look for yourself! "Zhao Shou handed the paper over.

Zhang Shen took it and read it with the two great scholars. The expressions of the three of them froze suddenly. Just like Zhao Shou before, they were immersed in a certain emotion and could not get rid of it for a long time.

"It is difficult to travel, it is difficult to travel, there are many forks in the road, where are you now. There will be a time to ride the wind and waves, and set sail to cross the sea." Li Mubai

suddenly burst into tears and said sadly:

"This poem is about our Yunlu Academy."

Zhang Shen and Chen Tai, two great scholars, clenched their fists. They understood why the dean lost his composure. Li Mubai was right. This poem was written for Yunlu Academy.

Looking back at the two hundred years since the establishment of the Imperial College, Yunlu Academy entered the darkest era in history. Students studied hard and worked hard, but what they got in return was snow. There was no place to pour out their passion and no place to display their talents.

I couldn't eat without putting down my cup and chopsticks. I drew my sword and looked around with a confused heart!

And these last two sentences were simply a stroke of genius, which made several great scholars feel heroic and excited.

The greatest charm of poetry is empathy, which completely touched the hearts of Zhao Shou of the courtyard and the three great scholars.

"Dean..."

Zhang Shen coughed, got rid of his agitated emotions, and whispered: "Xu Cijiu is my disciple, and I taught him with great difficulty."

"Jinyan, thank you for your hard work, thank you for your hard work. "Zhao Shou said with relief.

"It is my duty to train talents for the academy, Zhang Jinyan, so it is not hard at all." Zhang Shen said righteously:

"However, I have a small request, and I hope the dean can meet it."

Chen Tai and Li Mubai became alert instantly.

Zhao Shou said gently: "What request?"

"When you carve the poem yourself, remember to write a few small words after the signature

of the farewell: Teacher Zhang Shen, word Jinyan, Jingzhou people."

Before Zhao Shou answered, Chen Tai and Li Mubai said first: "I object!"

Zhang Shen was furious: "What does my student's poem have to do with you? Is it your turn to object?"

"Bullshit!"

The two great scholars blew their beards and glared, and exposed it bluntly: "What level of your students are you not sure? Who wrote your poem, how dare you say you don't know?"

Zhang Shen certainly knew that Xu Cijiu was his student, and as a teacher, he knew better than anyone how good his students were.

As for how Xu Cijiu guessed the question, Zhang Shen thought that Xu Qiyan asked Wei Yuan for help.

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A question mark flashed through Zhao Shou's mind, and he waved his hand to block the hearing of the student who reported the news next to him, and said in a deep voice: "What did you just say? This poem was not written by Xu Cijiu?"

Chen Tai snorted: "Xu Cijiu is good at policy essays, but his poems are mediocre. How can he make such an inspiring masterpiece?"

Li Mubai continued: "It was written by my student Xu Qiyan."

"When did he become your student again?" Zhang Shen sneered: "That's also my student, so no matter how you write my name, it's not wrong."

The three great scholars started arguing.

Dean Zhao Shou listened for a moment and roughly understood that this poem was not written by Xu Cijiu, but by his cousin who was praised as the best poet by the Confucian

scholars.

So Xu Cijiu also cheated.

"By the way, what does our champion specialize in?" Zhao Shou asked. S~eaʀᴄh the ηovelFire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Confucianism pays attention to character. The higher the rank of the great scholar, the more attention is paid to the firmness of character. To put it bluntly, every great scholar has a very high personality and integrity.

But this does not mean that all Confucianists are saints, unless they set the "fate" of saints when they are in the realm of destiny. Otherwise, small details can be lost and it is not a big

problem.

But cheating is not a small matter.

"Governing the country and the art of war! "Zhang Shen said, he was originally a great

Confucian scholar known for his military strategy.

Governing a country is a "skill" that every Confucian student must learn. On this basis,

Confucian students can choose 1-2 major "courses".

Some students major in "Book of Rites", some students major in "Doctrine of the Mean", and

Xu Cijiu majors in "The Art of War".

Zhao Shou heard this and nodded with relief. If he majored in "The Art of War", there would be no problem and it would not affect his future promotion.

"You don't have to argue about a poem. I think Xu Qian'an gave this poem to the academy through his cousin. This is the greatest reward for us." Zhao Shou said.

"What the dean said is true. "The three great scholars said in unison.

I'll ask Xu Ningyan for a good work later...... The three great scholars thought at the same

time.

In addition, they added in their hearts tacitly: despicable villain Yang Gong!

.......

The next day, Xu's house held a banquet to entertain relatives and friends. According to Xu Xinnian's wishes, the house was divided into three areas for three groups of guests: the front yard, the back yard, and the courtyard.

His classmates and friends sat in the courtyard. It was inconvenient for outsiders to enter the backyard, so people from the same clan sat in it. The front yard was for Xu Ershu and Xu

Qi'an's colleagues.

The three waves of guests were perfectly divided, drinking and bragging on their own. The scholars ignored the rude warriors, and the warriors ignored the scholars' pretentiousness. "Erlang is worthy of being a scholar. He arranged everything in an orderly manner." Xu Qi'an sighed while accompanying his younger brother to toast everywhere.

"Why didn't our teacher come to participate? "Xu Qian'an asked.

Xu Erlang drank a few glasses of wine, his face was slightly red, and he breathed out alcohol. He said helplessly: "The servant who delivered the invitation this morning brought back news that the teacher had a fight with two great scholars and was injured."

"Fight again? "Xu Qi'an said, are all the scholars in Yunlu Academy so bad-tempered?

The two brothers turned to the inner courtyard, where all the clansmen were. Aunt and second uncle stayed at the table to accompany the Xu clansmen. Several well-fed children were playing in the yard, envious of the large courtyard of Xu's mansion.

Xu Lingyin was ashamed to be with her friends, so she ate from beginning to end and refused

to move.

The Xu clansmen were very happy. Xu Dalang was just conferred a title a while ago, and Xu Ershu immediately won the first place in the imperial examination. This is a sign that the Xu

family is about to rise.

While the younger generation is happy, they think more about relying on this big tree, and they may be able to rise to prominence in the future.

The happiness of the older generation is more pure, and they said with tears in their eyes that their ancestors appeared, and the Xu family will become a big clan.

"Lu Erdan," an elder stood up, patted the back of Xu Pingzhi's hand, and said with relief:

"You have made an indelible contribution to the success of Dalang and Erlang. One is a scholar and the other is a warrior. You have trained them both. You are better than those teachers. I

have a pair of grandchildren at home. Erdan, how many years will you help me take care of

them?"

Erdan Lu is the nickname of his second uncle. Xu Qian'an's biological father's nickname is: Dadan Lu.

Only the elders in the clan can call him this.

"Hahaha, OK, no problem, uncle, just send those two kids over." Xu Pingzhi was very proud

and a little bit arrogant. He even thought that it was his credit that Xu Cijiu and Xu Ningyan

could become talents.

You have no credit at all. You are obviously not a good son, Xu Pingzhi......Xu Qian'an smiled and complained in his heart.

Dad is really ignorant. You are just a vulgar warrior... Xu Xinnian complained in his heart.

In the aspect of educating children, no one praised her, which made the aunt very angry. But thinking of the past with her nephew, she felt that if she stood up to take credit, she would

definitely be criticized by her nephew.

Capital, West Gate.

The soldiers guarding the city suddenly heard a faint sound of Sanskrit, as if it came from the

sky.

A soldier dug his ears and found that the Sanskrit sound was still echoing in his ears, "Hey, did you hear any strange sounds..."

As soon as he asked, he saw his colleagues opposite and beside him also digging their ears.

At this time, someone on the city wall shouted: "Buddha light, there is Buddha light in the

west..."

The soldiers under the city wall subconsciously clenched their spears and looked into the distance vigilantly. After a few seconds, they saw the golden Buddha light rising from the

west.

It was like the rising sun... No, it was purer and more friendly than the sun. Unconsciously, they loosened their tightly grasped spears and looked up at the pure Buddha light with pious and gentle eyes, as if their hearts were cleansed.

The thousand households guarding the city bit their tongue hard, and the pain stimulated his brain, which made him sober for a short time, so as to fight against his inner "piety".

He staggered and pushed away the soldiers who were staring westward, grabbed the

drumstick, and hit it hard again and again.

Dong dong dong...... The dull drum sound spread all over the fields, shaking the hearts of the soldiers guarding the

city and the people in the east city.

.......

"Here they come!"

Xu Qian'an, who was toasting, heard the muttering of Monk Shenshu in his mind.

Here they come, what's coming?

He was stunned at first, and then he immediately realized that the Buddhist envoys had come.

Finally... the Buddhists from the Western Regions finally arrived in Beijing.

They came for the Sangpo case and for Monk Shenshu.

They came with bad intentions.

He had been in this world for more than half a year, and was about to meet the high monks of

the Western Regions for the first time.

The supervisor has blocked the sky for me. The Buddhist monks should not be able to see

through the existence of the monk Shenshu. As the chief officer of Sangpo, I certainly cannot

avoid dealing with monks. I heard that the Buddhists have all kinds of strange magical powers, such as "telepathy". If so, can they hear my thoughts? Xu Qian'an was as if he was facing a great enemy.