Lan Ke Qi Yuan Chapter 913: Good luck

This courtyard has obviously become the residence of the servants of the official residence. Several rooms have bunk beds, but the room Ji Yuan originally stayed in was locked, perhaps because of Ji Yuan, or for unknown reasons. up, and locked up for seven and a half years.

At this moment, seeing Ji Yuan open the door and come out, all the people in the mansion who were playing and watching chess outside turned to look at Ji Yuan.

"Why is there someone in this room?" "No way, hasn't this room been locked for several years?"

"I heard it's been locked for seven years, isn't it a ghost?"

"Oh, where did the ghost come from in broad daylight? Stop talking nonsense!"

The servants whispered a few words, and finally someone stood up and spoke.

"Who are you and why did you come out of this house? This is an official residence of Mr. Li, the Minister of Rites. Outsiders will be punished if they break in!"

Ji Yuan looked at the seven servants in the courtyard, all of whom had unfamiliar faces, but seeing how nervous they looked, he still smiled and explained.

"My surname is Ji, and I once stayed in this house. If Mr. Li comes back, please tell me that Ji is gone."

After Ji Yuan finished speaking, he walked out of the room. After turning around and closing the door, he nodded to the stunned people and left the small courtyard. In the corner of the courtyard, the damaged courtyard wall was finally repaired.

"Hey, wait a minute, you can't just leave. Do you hear me?"

Someone was shouting from behind, but Ji Yuan did not stop. When the servants chased him out of the yard, Ji Yuan was nowhere to be seen.

There didn’t seem to be many people in the entire official residence. Ji Yuan walked through most of the official residence without encountering another person. There were also some fallen leaves piled up in many places. He just kept the basic tidiness. After thinking about it for a moment, Ji Yuan realized I had already sensed it, and understood that Liping had been given a large mansion in the capital by the emperor after his promotion. This official residence was also retained, and a few people were arranged to maintain basic cleanliness.

When we came to the street, people in Xia Yongjing City seemed to be more lively than before. Ji Yuan raised his head and looked around at the sky. He could see various auras intertwined, giving off a prosperous atmosphere of people, among which the cultural atmosphere and the The martial spirit is also very conspicuous, and the divine aura and the aura of immortals and Buddhas mixed in it are indispensable.

These are all auras that are exposed on the surface but not concealed very much. They can be seen by Ji Yuan’s eyes at a glance. It is conceivable that there must be existences hiding under the surface, whether they are people, ghosts or Demon or fairy.

At the moment when Ji Yuan stepped out of the official residence, in the Tianji Pavilion, the Tianji Wheel had already generated a reaction, and instantly flew out of Xuanjizi's cuffs, spinning above his head and emitting a brilliant light, which also turned Xuanji's stillness into silence. Zi woke up with a start.

"What's going on?"

The complex words and symbols on the Tianji Wheel rotated one after another, and each light was projected out. The flow of these symbols did not form any image, nor did it form any words, but Xuanjizi looked at it for a moment and was surprised.

"Mr. Ji's aura appears!"

After thinking about it again and again, Xuan Jizi immediately took out a small flying sword, placed it across the Tianji Wheel and cast a spell, then pointed it towards the sky, and the flying sword immediately took off. It only flew ten feet high when it was hit by the Tianji Wheel. A ray of light emitted from above caught up and disappeared in front of Xuanjizi. When Feijian reappeared, it was already outside the cave.

However, Ji Yuan was still walking around Xia Yongjing City at this time. The reason he did not leave immediately was to take a closer look at the current situation of the Confucian Temple and the Wu Temple.

In fact, the places with the strongest civil and military fortunes in the city are the Wenwu Temple in the south and the north. However, it is just as Ji Yuan expected. These two places are indeed very popular, but they are the most visited. Those who are diligent are ordinary people, and there are only a few real men of letters and martial arts masters.

But in fact, the Confucian Temple and the Martial Arts Temple don’t actually need any incense. What they need is the sincere heart of the Taoist people in civil and military circles. Yes, studying literature and uprightness is the Tao, and practicing martial arts to make breakthroughs is also the Tao. The so-called incense , the gods need it, but the Confucian Temple and the Wu Temple, which symbolize the civil and military fortunes of heaven and earth, do not need it. Instead, they nurture and gather the civil and military fortunes to protect humanity and the civil and military wise men in it.

Ji Yuan first came to the Confucian Temple. Among the many pilgrims, most of them were seeking promotion and fortune. There were very few who understood the true meaning of literary fortune, but at least some of the scholars who came together had some magnanimity.

As some pilgrims entered the Confucian Temple, the Confucian Temple was built in a very grand style. What made Ji Yuan feel funny was that he saw many side halls with statues of gods enshrined in them.

Ji Yuan stood outside the left and right side halls, and the other pilgrims had already gathered inside. They held the incense they bought in their hands. They lit incense and bowed in obeisance. Each of them muttered words, wishing for good fortune for the family and good academic performance for their family members or themselves. To be named on the gold medal list, the most important thing is to be in good health.

Ji Yuan looked up again and saw that there were very few people going to the main hall. Although it didn't matter whether there was anyone there offering incense, the comparison still made Ji Yuan a little bit dumbfounded.

"Well, there are only a few people who study literature and martial arts."

Ji Yuan took one step forward and walked directly to the main hall without entering any of the side halls. He was not even interested in knowing who or what **** was enshrined in the side halls.

Among the few scholars who came in with Ji Yuan, several of them had been paying attention to the extraordinary Ji Yuan. They had worshiped every statue in the side hall and wanted to take the imperial examination for high school, but they did not see Ji Yuan come in. .

"Hey, that distinguished gentleman, he didn't come over to offer incense."

"Did he go to another temple?" "No, I saw him going to the main temple at the back."

"Have you finished offering incense? Let's go to the main hall and have a look too?"

"That's natural. When you come to the Confucian Temple in Beijing, you must visit them all. Let's go and have a look."

"Okay!" "Let's go!"

A few people came out together and walked towards the main hall. After entering the courtyard belonging to the main hall, they were obviously much quieter. They quickly came to the main hall and saw that the door of the hall was open, and there was only one person standing in it. It's the Mr. Qingshan from before.

A few people looked up and saw that the scale of the main hall was naturally more majestic than the local Confucian Temple, but the furnishings in the hall were almost the same. There were no statues of gods, no futons, and only a clean altar table. There were some books placed, including bamboo slips and paper pages. In addition, there were a few long lights in the hall that were on.

In front of the offering table, or at a high place in front of the offering table, a large flag hangs above it, with green top, black bottom, and white in the middle. There are three big characters written from top to bottom, which are "Heaven", "Wen" and "Wen". land".

"The charm here is not lost."

The scholars who came behind Ji Yuan also heard Ji Yuan's voice. One of them was bolder and more open-minded, so he asked directly from behind.

"Sir, do you know what the essence of the Confucian Temple is, or is it true that other places in the Confucian Temple in Beijing have lost its essence?"

Ji Yuan turned to look behind him. Several scholars bowed their hands first and saluted. Ji Yuan nodded and did not return the salute. He looked for Shuyuan www. zhaoshuyuan.com just replied calmly.

"Yes, there are both. Those who worship the Confucian Temple, except for heaven and earth, are the world's destiny, and the rest are...well, foils."

After thinking about his words, Ji Yuan said it more pleasantly.

"Sir, what you say may be reasonable, but the gods outside guard the Confucian Temple and bless us scholars, which is also very good. They should be worshiped in the Confucian Temple."

Ji Yuan smiled.

"Literary fortune does not require incense, but it is not impossible for them to enjoy it. If they can protect the Confucian Temple, it can be considered as a **** doing its best, but it cannot be named as a worshiper of the Confucian Temple. At most, it is just an attendant. In today's world, who is truly qualified to enter The Confucian Temple is just one person."

"Literature Saint?"

A scholar asked this.

"Of course."

Ji Yuan replied, then stepped away, walked outside the main hall, and met a new scholar. He saw that this person was particularly bright, with white light gathering above his head, and no sandalwood on his hands. The lingering aroma of incense showed that it was obvious that no incense had been used outside before coming to the main hall.

Seeing Ji Yuan, the scholar who came also felt that he was extraordinary and stood up in advance to salute Ji Yuan. But this time, Ji Yuan also stopped and returned the salute before leaving with a smile.

Ji Yuan went to the Martial Arts Temple as fast as he could. There were also gods enshrined in the side hall, but he didn’t meet any powerful warriors who came to worship at the temple, and there were far fewer people offering incense than in the Confucian Temple. .

But he didn't meet him in the martial arts temple. When he was walking through the streets of the capital, Ji Yuan had already noticed more than one breath of warriors. They were all condensed qi, blood and true energy into soul. They must also belong to the warriors who have embarked on the martial arts. If This kind of warrior is something that ordinary monsters and monsters would not dare to offend.

Although seven years is short, the prosperity of human nature is no longer in the embryonic stage, but has begun to flourish. This is still the case in the Xia Yong Dynasty, and some places that have attracted much attention are naturally more extraordinary.