As for the other sages of the Confucian Sect, there was no lack of legendary figures.
This was the resting place of the Confucian sages.
Their spirit tablets could rest in peace here.
Every day, the Confucian cultivators would offer sacrifices to the deceased Confucian sages.
Therefore …
This place was filled with incense every day.
Perhaps this was the so-called 'Eternal Flame Inheritance'.
"Mighty Nine Scrolls of Confucian Ancient Poetry, please come out. A new poem will be recorded in the bronze book!"
Teacher Zhu said in a pious voice.
Buzz!
As soon as Teacher Zhu finished speaking, a bronze book appeared out of thin air.
This bronze book should be the Nine Scrolls of Confucian Ancient Poetry.
It was unknown where this fellow had been hiding. Even Lin Feng had not been able to find a trace of it.
"Hmm … How many years has it been since there was a poem worthy of being recorded in the bronze book? I can't even remember it clearly! "
Suddenly, a voice came from within the bronze book.
Lin Feng knew that the owner of this voice should be the deity of the Nine Scrolls of Confucian Ancient Poetry.
"The poem this time will definitely be recorded in the Nine Scrolls of Confucian Ancient Poetry!" Teacher Zhu said confidently.
The deity of the Nine Scrolls of Confucian Ancient Poetry said in surprise, "You are actually that confident?"
Teacher Zhu nodded and said, "Of course, this ancient poem can be said to be an eternal masterpiece!"
"Is this the poem composed by the young man beside you?"
The deity of the Nine Scrolls of Confucian Ancient Poetry asked.
"Yes! It is his ancient poem! Although this young friend is young, his literary attainment is extremely high! "
Teacher Zhu praised Lin Feng.
"This young friend doesn't seem to be a Confucian disciple!" the deity of the Nine Scrolls of Confucian Ancient Poetry said.
Teacher Zhu nodded and said, "He is indeed not a Confucian disciple!"
The deity of the Nine Scrolls of Confucian Ancient Poetry sighed and said, "Over the years, there have been many talented cultivators who have not been a Confucian disciple. It is truly a pity!"
This was something that made Teacher Zhu feel rather helpless.
However, everyone had their own aspirations.
Some things could not be forced.
Whether it was the gods in the Nine Scrolls of Confucian Poetry or Teacher Zhu, they all understood this principle.
The Nine Scrolls Deity said: "Then let's begin the ceremony. Let's see if we can actually record this story into the bronze book!"
"Alright."
Teacher Zhu nodded.
Then, he took out a piece of brocade, a brush, ink, and an inkstone and placed them on the table beside him.
Master Zhu looked at Lin Feng and said, "Young friend, write your poem on the silk."
Lin Feng nodded. He walked over to the table and picked up a brush.
Then, he began to write the ancient poem that he had composed before.
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Many fragrant flowers swayed and fell, leaving only Xuan Yan alone, occupying the amorous feelings of the small garden.
The sparse shadow is slanting, the water is clear and shallow, the fragrance floats in the air, the moon is dusk.
Frost Fowl steals a glance before descending, Blight Butterfly seizes its soul if it knows.
Fortunately, there is a small chant that can be used together, and there is no need for sandalwood planks to work with Jin Zun.
…
After he finished writing this ancient poem.
In an instant.
Flowers fell from the sky, and golden lotuses sprouted from the ground.
Seeing this, Teacher Zhu could not help but rejoice.
With such a phenomenon occurring, there was a high chance that Lin Feng's poem would be recorded into the Nine Scrolls of Confucian Poetry.
Even the gods in the Nine Scrolls Deity could not help but be slightly shocked.
Because …
Over the long years …
It wasn't common for an ancient poem to cause such a change.
Only occasionally would such a situation occur.
Whenever such a situation occurred, it meant that a world-shaking poem had appeared.
…
"Burn the brocade and offer it to the Nine Scrolls of Confucian Poetry! Whether it succeeds or not, we will know soon enough! "
Teacher Zhu said.
In truth, Lin Feng knew that this sacrifice was not to obtain the approval of the gods in the Nine Scrolls of Confucian Poetry.
Instead, it was to obtain the approval of the Nine Scrolls of Confucian Poetry that had been imprinted on them.
Only with their approval would the poems of later generations be recorded into the Nine Scrolls of Confucian Poetry.
As for the gods in the Nine Scrolls of Confucian Poetry, they were unable to choose which poems could be recorded and which could not.
Lin Feng obeyed and lit the brocade with the poem.
Then he placed the brocade in the sacrificial basin in front of him.
Once the brocade was burned to ashes …
Large golden characters flew out from the brocade.
Those large golden characters …
It just so happened to form a poem.
Then …
Those large golden characters all flew toward the Nine Scrolls of Confucian Poetry.
The Nine Scrolls of Confucian Poetry seemed to have sensed something and began to fiercely vibrate.
After sensing the vibrations of the Nine Scrolls of Confucian Poetry …
Lin Feng was slightly delighted. For the Nine Scrolls of Confucian Poetry to vibrate like this, did that mean that the Nine Scrolls of Confucian Poetry had approved of his poem?
If this was the case, Lin Feng was naturally very happy.
Because …
Once his poem was recorded into the Nine Scrolls of Confucian Poetry, it might be able to resonate with the sages. At that time, the sages would bestow good fortune upon him.
In the end, those golden characters fused into the bronze book.
"Kong Yue is benevolent!"
"Meng Yue is righteous!"
"A just cause enjoys much support, an unjust cause finds little support!"
"Dismiss the hundred schools of thought, respect only Confucianism!"
… …
At this time …
Figures appeared one after another.
Every time a figure appeared …
That figure would recite a famous sentence.
That was the academic ideology of Confucianism.
Every academic ideology contained the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, the relationship between man and nature, and the etiquette between ruler and minister.
Then Lin Feng saw a scene that shocked him. In the void, a figure was condensing.
That figure.
It actually looked exactly like him.
He only heard this figure reciting the ancient poem that Lin Feng had just written.
The flowers swayed and fell alone, occupying the amorous feelings of the small garden.
The sparse shadow was slanting, the water was clear and shallow, and the fragrance floated in the evening.
The frost bird stole a glance, and the blight butterfly knew that it would break its soul.
Fortunately, there was a slight recitation that could be compared to each other, and there was no need for sandalwood boards and gold.
After this ancient poem was recited, rays of holy light surged over.
It enveloped him within.
That figure was formed by Lin Feng's will.
Now …
Lin Feng's will was fusing into the Nine Scrolls of Confucian Poetry.
And those who had previously fused into the Nine Scrolls of Confucian Poetry were all Confucian predecessors, such as Confucius and Meng Qi.
They were all poetry masters, such as Li Taixuan and Du Zimei.
And now …
Lin Feng's willpower …
It was about to be integrated into it.
And these legendary figures …
Together, they turned into the imprint of the Nine Scrolls of Confucian Poetry.
They were respected by the Confucian cultivators and the Confucian scholars of the world.
Think about it …
It made people feel extremely excited.
In the end, Lin Feng's will imprint appeared with those Confucian scholars and walked together with those poetry masters.
Then …
He became one of them.
At the same time …
Those Confucian predecessors and poetry masters all looked at Lin Feng.
They seemed to be smiling.
A majestic righteous energy descended from the sky and surged towards Lin Feng's body.
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