Chapter 1162： Wang Tianwen has an epiphany

After a cup of tea, they appeared in Huguan City. There was a large group of Confucian scholars wearing uniform red Confucian shirts on the street. They walked together in groups, most of them were cultivators. The sandalwood, walking up and down the street, looked respectful, led by the cultivators Jiedan, and their expressions were solemn.

"Astronomy, what's the situation?"

Wang Qingshan asked curiously, if he guessed correctly, it should be some kind of sacrificial activity.

"Qi Bogong, today is the birthday of the sage Confucius. From the emperor to the common people, they must worship the sage Confucius. This is a very important festival in the Dayan Dynasty."

"Saint Kong's birthday? It's interesting, let's find a place to stay first!"

They found an inn and stayed there.

Wang Tianwen put on a red Confucian shirt and held a bunch of lit sandalwood in his hand.

"Qi Bogong, today is the birthday of Confucius. I have to participate. I'm afraid I won't be able to accompany you."

Wang Tianwen was apologetic.

Wang Qingshan waved his hand and said with a smile: "It's okay, you are busy with your work, it will not be too late for us to leave after you are done, no hurry for the next few days."

Wang Tianwen held a bunch of lit sandalwood incense and walked out of the inn. Several Confucian scholars in red Confucian shirts followed behind him.

"Only I, Confucius, have virtuous from the sky to the sky, the sun and the moon are brighter than me, and I am a teacher of hundreds of kings. I am beyond the group of saints. I can respect his virtue and teach himself to correct his own life..."

Wang Tianwen recited the sacrificial text while walking on the street, and the Confucian scholars behind him followed.

Thick sandalwood incense filled the air, and bursts of neat chants could be heard.

"Seventh Uncle, the Confucianism and Taoism in the Central Plains cultivation world are quite interesting."

Wang Qiuming looked at the Confucian scholar in red walking through the street and said with a smile.

"Let's take a look at it as an eye-opener, maybe there is something we can learn from."

Wang Qingshan and Wang Qiuming followed Wang Tianwen's team, and there were constantly red-clothed scholars joining Wang Tianwen's team. Everyone was chanting sacrificial texts, mainly praising Confucius.

The team walked around the streets without any rules, and the number of people continued to expand. After a cup of tea, dozens of teams gathered in a square with a size of more than 100 acres. The number of immortal cultivators was as many as a thousand people. , they were wearing uniform red Confucian shirts, which looked very spectacular.

In the center of the square stands a statue of Sage Kong, which is more than 30 feet high. Sage Kong holds an ancient scroll in his right hand, looks out into the distance, and seems to be teaching.

Next to Sage Kong, there are three circular high platforms, and three Nascent Soul cultivators, two males and one female, sit on the three circular high platforms respectively. They are all wearing red Confucian shirts and their expressions are solemn.

Not far away, there is a red offering table that is about 10 feet long, with some spiritual fruits on it, and next to it is a huge red incense burner, which is filled with a lot of sandalwood. There was a strange fragrance, Wang Qingshan smelled a little, but he felt refreshed and refreshed.

"Tier 3 Spiritual Fragrance!"

Wang Qingshan was a little surprised, the Yuanying cultivators have come forward, and it must be more than just a sacrifice.

Thousands of Confucian scholars stood around the statue of Sage Kong. They stood neatly and looked pious. Judging from their speech and behavior, it was not the first time for them to participate in Sage Kong's birthday, and they were relatively skilled.

The three Nascent Soul monks stood up and bowed to the statue of Sage Kong. A middle-aged man with a majestic face said:

"The Dayan Dynasty has proclaimed virtue for seven hundred years, and on the 78,345th birthday of my predecessor Confucius, I would like to dance and dance with fragrant flowers, wine and fruit, and respect the Master and the spirit of the oath of the saints, what is the world? Come? How do human beings live? Like real creatures, they will not continue..."

After reciting the sacrificial text, the three Yuanying monks led the Confucian scholars to pay homage to Saint Confucius, and everyone's expressions were very pious.

After worshiping Sage Confucius, the middle-aged man's eyes slowly passed over many Confucian scholars, and he said in a deep voice, "Sage Confucius said: "There is no difference in teaching. Landscape painting, tell you about painting."

The middle-aged man talked about painting. On the bright side, it was painting. In fact, it contained Taoism. How much he could comprehend depends on the individual.

The three Nascent Soul monks talked about different contents, such as painting, dealing with people, and refining tools.

Wang Qingshan nodded secretly, the Wang family could learn from it, hold large-scale festivals regularly to enhance the sense of belonging and cohesion of the clan, and high-level monks came forward to preach.

The sermon lasted for a day. After the three Yuanying cultivators finished their sermons, in the defense session, the Yuanying cultivator would answer some of the cultivators' questions about cultivation, or behave in the world.

After night fell, the sky darkened, the lights in the square were bright, and the sermon was over, but there were many Confucian scholars who stayed in the square.

A huge cyan light curtain covers the north of the square, and every scholar is protected by the formation to avoid outside interference.

Wang Tianwen sat cross-legged on the ground with his eyes slightly closed. He listened to the sermons of the three Nascent Soul cultivators.

Comprehension is mysterious and mysterious. It can be as short as a few hours and as long as decades. There was once a Confucian scholar who was in the stage of forming an elixir and listened to the sermons of the Yuanying monk. He had an occasional insight. He did not take any spiritual things. After sitting for fifty years, he realized the Tao. The true meaning of the law, Jin entered the Yuanying period, this incident was once a good story,

Wang Qingshan and Wang Qiuming stayed near the square, and they still had plenty of time, so they weren't worried about wasting time.

A month passed, and people got up and left one after another. Some monks advanced from the third floor of the foundation building to the fifth floor of the foundation building, and some monks stood still. There were seven monks in the square. When to wake up.

Wang Qingshan was in an epiphany for several months, and he couldn't determine when Wang Qiuming would wake up, so he stayed nearby for the time being.

Wang Tianwen closed his eyes slightly. He felt that he appeared in a gray space with a cyan wooden table and a pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the wooden table.

He stood by the cyan wooden table with a look of reminiscence, as if thinking about something.

I don't know how long it took, Wang Tianwen suddenly dropped the pen, a lotus flower appeared on the drawing paper, and the lotus flower bloomed.

Aura flashed in his right hand, grabbed towards the empty space of the drawing paper, and a lotus flower suddenly appeared in his hand.

"I understand that when I first learn to paint, painting a mountain is a mountain, and painting a water is water. The second realm is painting a mountain but not a mountain, and painting a water is not water. The highest realm is painting a mountain or a mountain, and painting a water or water."

He only felt that the gray space suddenly shattered, and he returned to reality.

"Three layers of Dandan!"

Wang Tianwen had a happy expression on his face, and he could clearly feel that his aura was much stronger.

He used to be on the second floor of the pill formation, and the Yuanying monk preached, which saved him years of hard work and advanced to the third layer of pill formation.

He stood up, punched the statue of Saint Kong and bowed: "Thank you, Immortal Master Kong."