Book of Disaster

The old master was so angry that his face turned ashen and cold, but fortunately he had never liked the boy from the Bai family, so he managed to hold himself back.

"If a son is not well-educated, it is the fault of his father. You are so unruly. Did your father teach you this? It is true that father and son are birds of a feather. After today, I will file a complaint in front of His Majesty."

"Don't you see where you are? The coming of the ancient sage is a great event in the literary world. I am here to discuss this matter with Zhu Zi. Don't you see your own status? Since you have bad conduct and cannot pass the test, you should leave early. What are you two doing in front of the Wensheng Temple? Do you really think this is your Bai family's mansion?"

The old master's face was so gloomy that it looked like water was about to drip out of it.

Ok?

Bad conduct?

Can’t pass the test?

Can’t see Zhu Zi!

Bai Qi laughed out of anger, and he was no longer angry when he stared at the great old master.

What is prejudice?

This is!

It turned out that this old fellow bullied me because of my youth and looked down on me from the bottom of my heart. From the very beginning, he felt that he could not even step through the door of the Temple of Literature.

That's why he shouted harshly when he saw me coming out.

He thought he was unwilling to give up, so he lingered around the Wensheng Temple, begging for mercy, hoping to meet Zhu Zi?

"A dog looks down on people!"

Since this old guy doesn't behave like a human being, you can't blame him.

"You said that I have bad conduct and cannot enter the main hall, and am not qualified to participate in the literary event of the Ancient Saint's Advent. Then let me ask you, do you know why this Ancient Saint appeared and who triggered it?"

Bai Qi smiled coldly and raised his eyebrows.

"Humph, who triggered it? Do I need to explain to you? Such a grand event of literature and Taoism, the one who could have triggered it is either Zhu Zi or a certain Confucian and Taoist master in the Wensheng Temple. Could it be you?"

The old master spoke with sarcasm.

He came to the Wensheng Temple just to find out the truth about this matter. At the same time, he also planned to discuss with Zhu Xi how to publicize this matter and further enhance the influence of Wendao and even the influence of the Yuan Dynasty in various countries.

However, as soon as the old master finished speaking, he heard Bai Qi's smug, unabashed laughter:

"Hahaha, old man, you have some vision. You are right. This matter is really my credit. I am the biggest contributor!"

Swish!

The surroundings suddenly fell into deathly silence, and the old master's expression froze for a moment, but he soon reacted:

"What nonsense!"

"is it?"

The smile on Bai Qi's face became even more intense. He looked around and saw a group of great scholars walking out of the Temple of the Sage of Literature. They looked extremely excited, and were obviously still immersed in the miracle of the ancient sage's arrival.

"Since you don't believe me, then you should at least believe the great masters and scholars who have experienced it and witnessed it with your own eyes, right?"

Bai Qi's voice was particularly clear in the quiet air. The great scholars in the hall walked closer and closer.

Before Bai Qi could speak, everyone noticed Bai Qi and the teacher beside him.

"Mr. Bai, you are still here!"

When they saw Bai Qi, everyone looked very enthusiastic, just like he was their own junior.

"Commanders, you have arrived just in time."

Bai Qi pointed at the old master in front of him and said with a smile:

"I was discussing the coming of the Ancient Saint with the old master, but he didn't believe me and asked me who summoned the Ancient Saint."

"Haha, why ask? Just treat him as a young master."

"Yes, yes, young master has solved the eternal mystery of Confucianism and summoned the ancient saints to descend. We have witnessed this with our own eyes in the main hall. It is absolutely true and there is no doubt about it."

"Little Wensheng is truly worthy of his name. He is truly a rare genius."

"What do you mean by little literary saint? Even the ancient saints and Zhu Zi praised your talent. One day you will be called a saint, a wise man, or a 'son'. You should call him Qi Zi!"

"Yes, it is a great honor for my Great Yuan to have a son. This is an unprecedented blessing for Confucianism!"

……

Everyone was talking at once, praising Diaoqi generously.

That’s right, although Confucianism emphasizes calmness, solemnity and down-to-earthness, what’s wrong with giving a compliment?

Bai Qi was blessed by the ancient sage Zixia. Even the ancient sages praised Bai Qi highly. So what if they praised him a few words?

Not to mention, what Bai Qi did today, summoning the long river of righteousness, summoning the ancient saints to come, summoning the ancient poetry..., is absolutely worthy of any praise.

Now they just think they are old pedants and don't know enough words of praise.

However, no one noticed that the old master opposite had already changed his face when he heard the first words of the Confucian scholars. When he heard that the great Confucian masters had witnessed it with their own eyes, he was even more shocked.

"Impossible! This is absolutely impossible!"

The old master was trembling slightly, obviously shocked by the sudden truth.

Bai Qi turned around and stared at the old master with a sharp gaze. His voice was not loud but was clear and could be heard everywhere:

"Old Master, aren't you going to file a complaint with the Emperor? Aren't you going to question my character? Now, these great scholars in front of you are the best witnesses. The coming of the ancient sage is not only my credit, but also my credit alone. What else do you have to say now?"

All the sounds suddenly stopped, and there was deathly silence everywhere, even if you could hear a pin drop.

The great scholars and masters then felt that the atmosphere was not right.

The conversation between Bai Qi and the old master didn't seem like an ordinary one.

Confucianism and Taoism do not care about politics. They are like people who turn a deaf ear to the world outside and focus on reading the books of sages. Therefore, not everyone knows about what happened in the Taishi Hall that day.

But after all, there are still people who know a thing or two.

"Old Master, do you want to file a complaint against the young Master Wen?"

"Old Master, you must not do that! Master Bai is the future saint chosen by Zhu Zi!"

"Mr. Bai is definitely not that kind of person. Please think twice about this matter!"

"Grandmaster, please take back your order. This cannot be done!"

……

Several great masters and Confucian scholars who knew the inside story had already gathered around, but they were not speaking to the highly respected old Grand Tutor in the Confucian world, but to Bai Qi.

The old master's face turned pale and he almost vomited blood.

He never expected that the truth would be like this.

"you you……"

The old Grand Tutor trembled, pointed a finger at Bai Qi, but could not utter a word, and the domineering demeanor he had before was no longer on his body.

"What do you mean by 'I'? Remember this well."

Bai Qi sneered, his tone was sarcastic:

"Speaking of which, I still prefer your previous arrogant and domineering appearance. Why did you act arrogant at first and respectful later? It really makes me laugh."

"Shh!"

With just these few words, the old Taoist priest's face suddenly turned red.

The great scholars in the back had subtle expressions.

Bai Qi smiled casually, said no more, flicked his sleeves, pulled his teacher into the carriage leisurely, and drove away.

Suck it up?

Endure humiliation and insult?

To compromise?

He would never do such a thing!

Whoever wants to do this kind of thing can do it.

This lesson must be enough for the old master to remember for half his life.

Hey!

"puff!"

After Bai Qi left, the old master in front of the Wensheng Temple finally couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood half a foot high, and then fell down softly.

"It really pisses me off!"

"Old Master, Old Master!"

……

Everyone was in a panic.

But these have nothing to do with Bai Qi.

……