Book of Disaster

"Forget it, let's take it one step at a time. So what if he's a destined villain? I've created countless destined villains before."

Bai Qi thought secretly in his heart that he had never been a person who gave up on himself, and he quickly regained his fighting spirit.

"Mr. Bai, can you explain the wormhole in detail?"

On the other side, Zhu Zi's gentle voice came into his ears, immediately calling back Bai Qi's attention.

"Haha, it's nothing, I was just talking nonsense."

Bai Qi was stunned, then quickly laughed it off.

Seeing this, Zhu Zi did not continue to ask, but secretly remembered the word in his heart and glanced at Bai Qi meaningfully.

The boy in front of me is not the same as the one in the rumors.

"Student Bai Qi, nice to meet you, teacher."

Bai Qi's expression changed quickly, and he immediately put on the look of a good student. He bowed respectfully with his head lowered deeply, which was considered a formal greeting.

"No need to be polite, just sit down."

Zhu Zi was approachable. He pointed to the small cushion across the table and spoke.

"Thank you teacher."

Bai Qi was not to be modest either. The teacher had specially taught him these etiquettes before, and he soon knelt down on the cushion opposite the table.

"I am honored. I wonder why the teacher summoned me."

Bai Qi went straight to the point.

In terms of knowledge, he could only be regarded as a student in this world, which was very different from Zhu Zi. He was very surprised that Zhu Zi summoned him.

Hearing Bai Qi talking about serious matters, Zhu Zi smiled slightly, and the atmosphere became much softer:

"Actually, I want to ask you about the knowledge of the Book of Songs."

Book of Songs?

Bai Qi was shocked when he heard this. A saint asked him about the knowledge in the Book of Songs? What a joke! Isn't this putting the cart before the horse?

"Teacher, your words are too serious. I am deeply terrified."

Bai Qi said quickly.

Upon hearing this, Zhu Zi smiled slightly, looking humble.

"You don't have to belittle yourself. Confucius said, 'When three people walk together, there must be one person who can be my teacher.' In the past, Confucius worshipped Xiang Tuo as his teacher for learning. You turned words into scriptures in the Taishi Hall and made all the ways manifest. You also have the ability to be a teacher in this regard."

"The Confucian and Taoist Book of Songs has long been lost in ancient times. Now, when it comes to the learning and knowledge of the Book of Songs, I am afraid that no one in the world can compare with you, even an old man like you is far behind."

Zhu Zi looked humble.

This made Bai Qi stand in awe and feel very fond of him.

This is a saint, truly humble and open-minded, who keeps learning throughout his life and has no airs at all.

"I summoned you here to complete the Confucian and Taoist lineage of the Book of Songs. This is a public matter, not a private one. You don't have to refuse."

Zhu Zi looked serious.

Bai Qi was greatly surprised to hear this. According to Zhu Zi, this means there is no Book of Songs in this world.

But soon, Bai Qi understood that if there was a Book of Songs in this world, it would be impossible for him to turn words into scriptures in the Taishi Palace. Obviously, only this could explain the strange phenomena he caused in the Taishi Palace.

And if the Book of Songs was lost in this world and all knowledge was zero, maybe he could really teach a sage a little.

"By the way, I have another question about the Book of Songs."

"You just mentioned the manifestation of the Ten Thousand Daos. What does that mean? I just wrote a poem, so why did a beam of light appear? And what about the later transformation of words into scriptures?"

Bai Qi asked.

To be honest, although he was the center of attention in Taishi Palace and was adopted as the son of Concubine Zhao, Bai Qi was actually confused about everything except the act of writing poetry.

Now that I'm meeting Zhu Zi, it's a good opportunity to ask him something clear.

Zhu Zi was slightly stunned, then he laughed:

"Didn't your teacher tell you that?"

Bai Qi did not hide it and shook his head.

Zhu Zi smiled slightly. This child was really pure-hearted. He asked whatever he wanted to ask. However, he also told Bai Qi everything he knew:

"A long time ago, ever since Confucius founded Confucianism, Confucianism and Taoism have flourished. There was a period of prosperity. There were 72 Confucian sages, and all the ways of Taoism flourished. The great spirit of Confucianism was reflected in the world. There were hundreds of millions of Confucian and Taoist students in the world, and countless great Confucian scholars and masters. As for the Book of Songs, it was naturally extremely prosperous as well."

"Later, I don't know what happened, but it seems that a huge disaster occurred, and everything was disrupted and shattered. Gods and demons also disappeared from the three realms, so there was chaos in the world later, and all the truths were not revealed."

“The so-called Ten Thousand Daos not showing up is the Ten Thousand Daos showing up as holy. The Ten Thousand Daos have not completely disappeared, but have been obscured and are in a chaotic state. However, as long as someone can awaken the Great Dao and the principles of the scriptures explained can echo the corresponding principles in the Great Dao, the Ten Thousand Daos will show up as holy.”

"The reason why you were able to turn words into scriptures in the Taishi Palace that day and cause the heaven and earth to show strange phenomena is because the principles you expounded in your poems somehow echoed the principles of the Book of Songs in the Great Dao. This is the manifestation of the saints by all the ways."

"There is no pattern to the manifestation of the Ten Thousand Daos. It is far from easy to cause resonance in the Great Dao and turn words into scriptures."

Zhu Zi explained slowly.

"I see."

Bai Qi suddenly understood, but was also very surprised. He just asked casually, but he didn't expect there would be such twists and turns.

Ten thousand holy ways appear... This world is really special.

Bai Qi pondered for a moment and said:

"The students felt that the teacher might have found the wrong person."

"I wrote poetry in the Taishi Hall on a whim. As for what poetry is and how to turn words into scriptures, I know nothing about it and I'm afraid I can't help you. 'Three hundred poems can be summed up in one word: pure thoughts', that's all I know, and I don't understand the details. What I know is not even the tip of the iceberg, let alone teaching others."

Bai Qi has always followed Zhuge Kongming's principle in studying, which is "look at the general idea, and don't seek to understand it in depth." As for the things Zhu Zi wanted to ask, he only remembered the basics, and knew nothing else. In modern Earth, there are countless students like him.

If Zhu Xi thought that he could help the Confucian and Taoist school of poetry rise by turning words into scriptures in the Taishi Hall, then he had really chosen the wrong person and was doomed to return home disappointed.

However, Bai Qi did not expect that his casual words, when heard by the Great Yuan Saint, would suddenly stir up huge waves in his heart.

"Three hundred poems?"

"Si Wuxie?"

Zhu Zi was greatly shocked when he heard this.

"I have always wanted to know how many lost poems there are in ancient times, but I have never been able to find the answer. It turns out that there are a total of 300 such poems!"

"Since ancient times, saints, masters, and great scholars in the world have wanted to restore the lost Book of Songs. They have also summoned many great Confucian masters to write countless poems, hoping to trigger resonance in the great way and turn words into scriptures, but all of them failed and never got the point. Who would have thought that the essence of the Book of Songs is so simple..., Si Wuxie!"

"Mr. Bai, thank you for solving the doubts that have been bothering me for a long time."

Zhu Zi was overjoyed, as if he had found a treasure.

"Si Wuxie, Si Wuxie..., that's how it is!"

Zhu Zi muttered to himself, repeating the words Bai Qi had just said, completely immersed in them.

"..."

On the other side, Bai Qi was stunned.

The knowledge he talked about was known to everyone in another world, but in this era of decline, why did it seem like every word was a gem, and it felt even more impressive than him reciting the entire 300 poems of the Book of Songs?