Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading

Translator: NovelMultiverse | Editor: NovelMultiverse

Chen Luo’s movements naturally attracted some attention. Ji Zhong at the side, reminded Chen Luo softly: “Young Master, the literary heart invites you, you should write a little bit. Otherwise, you will be criticized by those old-fashioned Confucian scholars…”

Write a little? What am I writing?

Chen Luo looked confused, I’m not a member of your system, you still want me to write a thought report?

What can I write?

In general, in the case of revealing the way of the heart, other traversers often swipe the pen, and the four sentences of Hengqu can immediately shock all the surrounding people.

“To ordain conscience for Heaven and Earth, to secure life and fortune for the people, to continue lost teachings for past sages, to establish peace for all future generations!”

How arrogant to say it!

But–

You just recited it a while ago!

What else is there?

The first concern is affairs of state, enjoying the pleasure comes later.

There is already a great scholar named Fan Zhongyan in this world!

He only wrote not “Yueyang Tower”, but “Yunyang Tower” in this world.

　　What to do?

　　I shouldn’t write about building a moderately prosperous society in all aspects to achieve common prosperity, right?

　　You can’t read it even if I write it…

　　”Yes!” Chen Luo’s mind flashed, and there was a sentence that seemed to be absent in this world.

　　Chen Luo wrote as soon as he said it, picked up the brush, dipped it in ink, and wrote—

　　The rise and fall of the nation is the concern of every citizen!

　　The source of this sentence comes from the “Record of Daily Knowledge and Collected Poems and Essays” written by Gu Yanwu, a thinker in the late Ming and early Qing dynasties.

　　Later in the late Qing Dynasty, it was summed up by one of the leaders of the Hundred Days Reform, the thinker Liang Qichao, as a written form of eight characters.

　　…

　　Just as Chen Luo finished writing, a phantom of a large turtle suddenly appeared on the paper, with a stone tablet on the turtle’s back.

　　”Bi Xi carry the tablet!” The people around exclaimed, and even Wei Yan turned his head to the side, with an obvious look of surprise on his face.

　　Ji Zhong was overjoyed: “Young Master, this is Wen Cheng’s Bi Xi manifestation, It shows that the words of the young master are enough to be carried as a stone tablet. No matter whether it fits this literary heart or not, this article has the potential to be immortal. You hurry up and continue writing the following, look at the bare space on the stone tablet…”

　　Chen Luo gave Ji Zhong a white look. If you asked me to continue writing, then I should continue writing. Do I want to lose face?

　　Of course, I know these eight characters. The problem is that I only know these eight characters. What else can I write?

　　Do it like the college entrance examination, do I still have to write more than 800 words?

　　Chen Luo frantically complained in his heart, but his face did not show any strangeness, and he looked confident.

　　”Just think of it as writing an argumentative paper. The argument has already been thrown out, add a few more arguments, and then the conclusion will be fine…” After all, Chen Luo worked as a teaching teacher in a mountainous area before crossing this world. He still has some impromptu test experience. Read the most updated version of this novel and other amazing translated novels from the original source at Novel Multiverse – “NovelMultiverse dot com”

　　To be honest, he is now full of wanting to deal with the path of red dust qi, but he really hasn’t thought about wanting the great Confucian’s literary heart.

　　Not to mention that it is impossible to get it, and even if it is possible, he does not really want to fight for it.

　　After all, scholars’ lives are full of suffering!

　　…

　　Just when Chen Luo’s whole mind was searching for the famous sayings and allusions suitable for these eight-character arguments in this world, there was a sudden “bang” from the audience, and a Confucian scholar in the square kicked the square table that the literary heart had formed flying.

　　The Confucian scholar looked like he was about twenty years old, with an inconspicuous appearance, but when he opened his mouth, he let out a pretty girlish voice with a hint of anger: “Humph! That broken literary heart! It apparently does not want this girl to write one word…”

　　At the same time, a sinister hoarse voice sounded out of thin air: “Girl, I have said that you are not from Wan’an County, you can’t fool the literary heart!”

　　The conversation between one old man and one young man instantly stole Chen Luo’s limelight, and all eyes turned to the scholar standing in the center of the square. On the steps, Wei Yan snorted coldly, “Making such a ruckus, it’s you that we were waiting for!”

　　Wei Yan said,

　　He stretched out his hand and grabbed the scholar who had spoken before, only to see a bookcase appearing out of thin air around the scholar as if to seal the scholar. At this moment, the space in front of the scholar was distorted, and an old woman with goosebumps appeared from the distorted space.

　　The old woman opened her mouth, and a black cloud flew out of the old woman’s air which instantly rushed onto the bookcase Wei Yan had just condensed. The bookcase actually began to corrode visibly to the naked eye. If you look closely, you can see that the dark cloud turned out to be densely packed with worms, and the worms were eating Wei Yan’s Confucianism bookcase.

　　”Gu?” Wei Yan’s expression changed, “Who are you?”

　　At this time, the Confucian student said again: “Who are we, you don’t need to bother Wei Great Confucian, but this literary heart is ours, and today we must return it to the original owner!”

　　The scholar raised his right hand high, and the square table in the square that was originally formed by the literary heart changed back to wisps of blue light again, flying towards the scholar’s raised right hand, condensing into the previous literary heart’s appearance. Even the desk in front of Chen Luo on the viewing platform collapsed suddenly, turning into a blue light and flying towards the scholar.

　　”Protect the literary heart!” A Confucian student suddenly shouted, with a thin layer of blue light all over his body, rushing towards the strange Confucian scholar and the old woman. As soon as this statement came out, all the Confucian scholars reacted one after another, shouting “Protect the literary heart” in unison, and flocked to the two of them in the field.

　　The old woman waved her sleeves again, and once again a black cloud flew out, scattered, and rushed towards the scholar. That black cloud was naturally a Gu worm, and it easily broke through the Noble qi defense of the Confucian scholars and shot into the body. Almost in an instant, most of those Confucian scholars fell down.

　　”Presumptuous!” Wei Yan was furious and pointed at the two with one hand. In an instant, a giant pen appeared on top of the strange scholar and old woman’s heads. The nib of the pen swiped in the air, and a black ink mark flew towards the two of them. It seemed that as long as it was stained by this ink mark, it would disappear from this world.

　　Great Confucian Supernatural Powers: Write Off!

　　Only to see that the old woman took a deep breath, and three pairs of crystal worm wings were born on her back. Her figure suddenly rose up, showing a woman at a delicate, young age. She flew up, facing the falling ink marks, opened her mouth, and roared, and there was no sound of strange things.

　　But as she roared, the space shook, and the ink marks collapsed in the turbulent space.

　　The weird scholar chuckled, still in a clear female voice: “Mr. Wei, don’t be angry, we don’t want to cause trouble. These scholars are just under the sleepy worms caught by Wet Nurse Rong, and their lives are not in danger…”

　　At this moment, Wet Nurse Rong, who had turned into a young woman, landed again. Wei Yan’s eyes were blue, staring at her: “Incarnation Gu? The Zhenxuan Department’s information is indeed correct, you are not dead!”

　　”Mr. Wei’s words are too much. In all fairness, even if you are dead, we can still dig all your graves…” The scholar replied, and then said to Wet Nurse Rong, “Wet Nurse Rong, the literary heart is already in our heart, let’s go…”

　　”Want to escape, dream on!” Wei Yan stretched out his hand again as if to use Confucianism. The palm of the hand turned black at this moment.

　　”You were inflicted with Gu the moment you were shown the underworld qi of death!” Wei Yan looked at Wet Nurse Rong.

　　Wet Nurse Rong said lightly: “You can try to use your Noble True Qi, then you can naturally force the worms out in an hour. If you want to stop us, just wait to die.”

　　After Wet Nurse Rong finished speaking, she turned around and pulled the weird scholar to leave. Suddenly, a great Confucian aura that was not inferior to Wei Yan suddenly burst out. A majestic voice sounded—

　　”You two, you should stay…”