Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading - Chapter 59

Chen Luo found the source of the voice 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 the rising sun, and there were five birds fluttering their wings from the red day.

　　A voice transmission was sent to Chen Luo’s ears: “This is Lu Dazhi, the head of the Ritual Department in the main hall, a fifth-rank official.”

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

　　Then Lu Dazhi walked quickly to Chen Luo, first gave a salute to Ye Heng, and then looked at Chen Luo: “Lord of Wan An, this old man asks you, the Confucian scholar’s literary heart found in Wan’an County, was it stolen by you?”

　　Chen Luo frowned slightly: “Master Lu, you are so old, why do you come here when you open your mouth the first thing you speak of is a thief, one who steals; the other is robbery; which one did I commit? You let the literary heart choose the master, and the literary heart chose me. Is there a problem?”

　　Lu Dazhi snorted coldly: “Nonsense. Great Confucianism Literary Heart is the treasure of my Confucianism. I don’t think you have a strong and righteous qi, so you are not a member of the Confucian school. How could Wenxin choose you as the master!”

　　”Old man, don’t talk 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, walking out of the officials with a dark face.

　　When Lu Dazhi saw Wei Yan appearing, he was not surprised, and said, “Master Wei, although you are a great scholar, and I am in the Fuzi realm, there is no distinction between the two. You said that the old man is talking nonsense, what did the old man not say right?”

　　Wei Yan glanced at Chen Luo, his face flushed slightly, and then he said: “How can my Confucian disciples be identified with just their qi? As long as you pursue the Tao in your heart, discern the truth of the world, and enter my Confucian school with a will, then all are My Confucian disciples. 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 truth of the world?”

　　”willing!”

　　”Okay, then you are a Confucian disciple!” Wei Yan said loudly.

　　Lu Dazhi watched Chen Luo and Wei Yan sing together, and sneered: “Wei Great Scholar, this identity of being a Confucian or not is not decided by you!”

　　Wei Yan glanced at Lu Dazhi, his tone full of danger: “Then what do you say?”

　　Lv Dazhi: “Those who are qualified to recognize Lord of Wan An as a disciple of the Confucian sect should be the leader of the Confucian sect, the Emperor Wenzong, the half-step saint!”

　　As soon as Lu Dazhi’s voice came out, all the officials in the palace talked a lot, and Ye Heng also put one hand on the dragon chair and watched with great interest.

　　”Half-sages…” The officials with good deeds said privately, “Lu Dazhi is also ruthless. Aren’t you afraid of forcing out the Bamboo Forest Half-sages from Wei Yan’s line?”

　　”It’s not that easy. Bamboo Sage has been living in seclusion in the Qingzhu Forest for a period of time since Emperor Lin’s case. Even when Huo Xiang was planning a rebellion and causing a ruckus, he didn’t show up at that time, so how could he come forward for a literary heart?”

　　”What is Lu Dazhi trying to figure out? Even if Lord of Wan An agrees to retrain the literary heart and hand it over, it won’t fall on him.”

　　”I heard that Lu Dazhi recently married a concubine, a collateral daughter of the Fang clan in Suizhou.”

　　”Oh, Suizhou Fang Shi! Then the water is deep, be careful, be careful!”

　　The voice transmission above the court continued, and Wei Yan looked at Chen Luo with worried eyes.

　　Chen Luo frowned slightly. What’s going on with this old Wei today? Since you stand up and attack the other party 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, and ask, this official will be waiting.” ”

　　”No need!” Wei Yan gave Lu Dazhi a vicious look, walked up to Chen Luo, shook his sleeves, put his hands on his chest, his left hand outside, right hand inside, bent down deeply, and said respectfully—

　　”Disciple Wei Yan, formally greets Senior Uncle!”

　　…

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

　　The whole imperial court was shocked!

　　”Wei Yan, what’s going on? What did you say?”

　　”Senior uncle? Don’t be kidding, Zhu Sheng 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 be hit hard, and he was stunned on the spot.

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

　　How can I repay this favor?

　　Chen Luo took a step forward and wanted to help Wei Yan up. He was used to shouting, “Senior Wei…”

　　Wei Yan seemed to have been electrocuted, so he quickly took a half step back, still in a bowing posture, although the veins on his forehead had burst, he still said: “There is a proper order to juniors and elders, the disciples dare not be called a senior, please Senior uncle take back what you said…”

　　Is it true?

　　The master literary minister found for himself was Master Wei Yan’s master!

　　Awesome!

　　…

　　Chen Luo coughed dryly: “Wei Qian… um, Little Wei, get up first.”

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

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

　　In a panic, he blurted out a question that filled the hearts of monarchs and ministers: “You said that Zhu Sheng accepted him as a disciple, what proof is there!”

　　”This old man can prove it!” At this time, Yan Baichuan, who had always been rock solid, said softly.

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

　　…

　　”Hehehehe…” Emperor Xuan Ye Heng’s laughter broke the silence of the court, “I didn’t expect Zhu Sheng to accept disciples again. It’s my newly appointed Lord of Wan An… Congratulations!”

　　”Hou An, make a decree, gift Lord of Wan An Changming Palace as his study place, reward ten barbarian blood and ink, one hundred silkworm brocades, and one imperial villa outside Zhongjing!”

　　”The matter of the literary heart is settled here, and there is no need to mention it again! Withdraw the audience here…”

　　Ye Heng changed his previous attitude of watching the play, and immediately added a series of rewards, and the look in Chen Luo’s eyes became more and more satisfied.

　　But at this time, another person stood up: “Your Majesty, your official has something to report.”

　　Ye Heng, Chen Luo, and Wei Yan looked at them together and saw that there was an official with a smile on his face and a somewhat fat body. Before the red sun on the court dress, there were three phoenixes.

　　”It’s the servant of the Ministry of Rites, Wan Butong.” Wei Yan moved his lips slightly and transmitted a voice to Chen Luo.

　　That Wan Butong walked out and glared at Lu Dazhi: “So reckless with your actions, why haven’t you retreated yet!” Lu Dazhi quickly returned to the hundred officials and stood still.

　　That Wan Butong raised a smile again, nodded slightly to Chen Luo, then turned to Emperor Xuan, and said, “Your Majesty, Lord of Wan An caught the esteemed eyes of the Bamboo Sage, and naturally he is from the mountains and seas of my Confucian sect. This official has something to suggest.”

　　Ye Heng asked curiously, “What advice does my favored minister, Wan, have?”

　　Wan Wan said with a smile: “We 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 Lord of Wan An’s young talent, but he can’t produce true noble qi. But is still accepted as a half-sage in our sect, which means he is unrivaled! Why don’t you ask the Lord of Wan An to sing a poem, and sweep the disgrace of the poetry of my dynasty away, wouldn’t it be wonderful!”

　　As soon as Wan Butong’s remarks came out, the officials in the main hall lined up one after another.

　　Chen Luo was shocked: “Bastard! If this was a different time travel period, this would have been a good time to look cool, but in this world, Tang and Song poems have appeared, it is not easy to fool!”

　　At this time, Chen Luo also received a voice transmission from Wei Yan: “ThisWan Butong is hiding a knife behind a smile. He wants to use poetry to make you not recognized by other Confucian scholars. Later, you can say that you are not feeling well, and I will create a diversion.”

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

　　At this time, I heard Wan Butong say: “The Minister of War is about to send his troops to Wanren City. Since ancient times, good poems have been sent to bid farewell. Why don’t you ask Lord of Wan An to write a poem and give it to the Minister of War…”

　　Chen Luo was taken aback, a poem appeared in his mind.

　　This, I can!