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    "A wise man changes his appearance. He can do his best to serve his parents. He can do his best to serve the king. When making friends, he must be true to his word. Although he said he has not learned it, I will definitely call it learning."

    In the outer city of Qiankun Imperial Capital, in a dilapidated temple, the sound of Lang Lang's reading came from the sound. It could be said that the sound was sweet and majestic. A scholar in commoner clothes was seen, holding an ancient yellow scroll and shaking his head. Although the clothes on his body were patched,  He was very shabby, but the bookish aura about him made people dare not underestimate him.

    A statue of a powerful god is enshrined in a ruined temple. However, the temple is overgrown with weeds and moss is everywhere. On the plaque leaning in front of the temple, three ancient characters can be vaguely seen. This is the Panhuang Temple, and the official name enshrined inside is  It was Panhuang who created the world at the beginning of time immemorial. As the world became desolate, even the Panhuang Temple became shabby.

    "Boom"

    Suddenly there was a loud thunder, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and a drizzle fell. The raindrops followed the holes in the ruined temple and fell into the temple. Suddenly, the whole temple began to accumulate water, but despite the rain falling, the scholar had only one thing in his heart:  Thousands of ancient books and saints' teachings, completely forgetting everything around them.

    When a drop of drizzle hit the scroll, the scholar hurriedly reacted, but he didn't care about himself. He first covered the yellowed ancient book with his sleeves, and then looked around blankly, as if he wanted to find someone.  There is a place to take shelter from the rain, but there are holes everywhere in this ruined temple. Where is there any dry soil?

    But the scholar was not discouraged. Instead, he looked at the powerful statue of Panhuang. Isn't it a shelter under that big hand?  If he were an ordinary person, he would probably have escaped long ago. The scholar picked up the book basket, carefully put the scroll in, and then first put the book basket into the big hand of the Panhuang statue.

    He was caught in the rain, and then kowtowed in front of the statue of Panhuang, saying: "In the past, Panhuang Supreme had the power to open the sky, but the world today does not respect Panhuang Supreme, which is really treason. The sage said, the grace of dripping water will come out."  The spring repays the favor, not to mention the grace of creation. I feel that the world only knows how to take, but does not know how to give. I cry out in sorrow, cry out in sorrow!!"

    The scholar was talking about crying bitterly, as if the person closest to him had passed away. The sadness was even more desolate in the rain. After a while, the scholar said again: "Under the heavy rain, the temples are in dilapidated buildings. I am lucky today."  With Panhuang's protection, if he succeeds in his career in the future, he will definitely build a golden body for Panhuang Supreme and restore the majesty of creation to Panhuang Supreme."

    After saying that, the scholar walked under Panhuang's big hand. At this time, he was already soaked, but he didn't care at all. Instead, he sat under Panhuang's big hand and took out a dry book from the book basket.  The hard thing looked like steamed buns. When he bit into it, he only heard a few gurgles. It was obvious that the steamed buns were hard.

    Watching the heavy rain falling, the scholar raised his head, walked out of the shelter of his big hands, drank the rainwater, and felt so unhappy. Then he chewed a few mouthfuls, picked up the ancient scroll, and whispered: "This water is as good as fine wine."  Liquid and dry buns are better than jade flat peaches, and when the roc flaps its wings, it is better than a carp jumping over the dragon gate."

    After saying that, the scholar recited the scroll again, and the loud voice even drowned out the sound of the rain. The scholar completely forgot about the surrounding scene, and seemed to have entered the world of books and the teachings of the saints. His body naturally felt  It revealed a kind of awe-inspiring aura. This awe-inspiring aura was much stronger than the green aura just now, as if a saint was coming to the dust.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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