Chapter 47 I want to buy some osmanthus flowers and carry them with wine, but it doesn’t feel like the journey of my youth.
The sudden question caught Zeng Anmin off guard.
Fortunately, he was mentally prepared.
I also anticipated that my father might become suspicious of me.
"Conscience?"
Zeng Anmin's expression changed, and he looked at Zeng Shilin in disbelief with his eyes wide open:
"Dad, are you honest with me?!"
“When did this happen?!”
"You just don't believe me?"
"Okay, I'll go burn some paper for Mom tonight and tell her about this. I'll have her come back to question you tonight!"
Zeng Anmin's eyes even turned red as he spoke. After he finished speaking, he was still not satisfied and said:
"I went to the Jiaofangsi last time! I want to tell my mother too!"
As soon as these words were spoken, Zeng Shilin's expression froze.
Zeng Anmin’s words made his scalp tingle.
He gritted his teeth and looked at Zeng Anmin's heartbroken eyes, feeling a little uneasy.
Especially when Zeng Anmin mentioned the word "mother", he felt a blockage in his heart.
Facing his son's slightly questioning gaze, Zeng Shilin coughed lightly:
"Well, let's put that aside for now. How has the Confucianism and Taoism been progressing recently?"
Since Dad chose to change the subject, he no longer dwelled on it.
Zeng Anmin naturally knew that he should stop while he was ahead.
Speaking of the realm of Confucianism, Zeng Anmin felt somewhat helpless. He rubbed his aching forehead and said:
"I haven't made any progress since entering the Purple Mansion. I've tried reading more books, talking to people, and walking around more these days, but I still haven't gained any new insights."
After saying this, he muttered again: "I also want to quickly enter the sixth rank. It will be easier for me to handle cases if I can be honest with others."
Zeng Anmin's words made Zeng Shilin's face a little gloomy:
"Rush to the sixth rank? You're so ambitious! With this kind of mentality, you'll never reach the sixth rank in this lifetime!!"
After he finished speaking, he felt that he might have been too harsh, so he slowed down his tone and said earnestly:
"After entering the Purple Mansion Realm, Confucianism and Taoism no longer have a process of accumulation. All that remains is the understanding of the unique knowledge of the ancient sages, the understanding of all things between heaven and earth, and the planning of one's own actions..."
Having said that, Dad paused for a moment, then smiled and said:
"But don't worry. My father was also stuck here for over three years."
"Apart from enlightenment, is there no other way?"
Zeng Anmin played with the jade pendant that the girl from Xuanzhensi had left for him, and asked with a puzzled look on his face:
"Can't it be faster?"
Seeing his son so impatient, the father's face darkened again after just relaxing. He said unkindly:
“If you understand something that is beyond your state of mind, then you understand it. If you can’t understand it, no matter how many times others tell you, you still won’t understand it.”
Zeng Shilin had also been through that time, so he naturally knew how impatient his son was at the moment. He frowned seriously with a hint of warning:
"Don't rush things, understand?!"
"Okay." Zeng Anmin curled his lips and answered absentmindedly.
Dad's expression eased slightly, and he said earnestly:
"When you have time, go back to the Water Governor Academy and read more of the Holy Hand Book in the temple."
"Confucianism is like life. You've learned the principles of life since childhood, but it takes a long time for you to truly understand these principles. It may be five years, ten years, or even a lifetime."
"When you are acting, you will verify the principles you have learned in the past, and suddenly you will have an epiphany, a new understanding and deeper comprehension, and you will be inspired to express your thoughts."
"And the words you utter out of your feelings are your understanding, an understanding that belongs only to you."
"Even if you use the words of the ancient saints to express those words, they are still your own understanding."
“Even if there are the same words in this world, there will not be the same understanding. Everyone’s understanding is different.”
"This sentence is your chance to step out of the Purple Mansion and into the Gentleman Realm."
"Everything you say and do will have an impact on the people around you."
"Even the righteous energy within the Purple Mansion no longer only affects evil spirits."
Zeng Shilin said this, and continued by example:
"It's just like when I blocked Qi Linxian's instantaneous formation. The righteous spirit has a certain restraint on all the extraordinary forces in the world."
"The magic of Confucianism and Taoism will only gradually become apparent after reaching the realm of a gentleman."
Hearing the old father's words, I almost wanted to chew the rice into pieces and feed it to my mouth.
Zeng Anmin seemed to be lost in thought, his eyes lost in memories.
He could naturally understand his father's good intentions.
He told himself how to get promoted using almost the simplest and clearest language of the era.
To put it bluntly, the principles I learned from books when I was young were not understood by me when I was young.
When you grow up, something happens that suddenly reminds you of what your teacher said in class when you were young. Your mind suddenly trembles, and then you finally understand the truth.
“When I first read a book, I don’t understand its meaning. When I read it again, I am already one of its characters.”
Zeng Anmin suddenly remembered a sentence from his previous life.
He really felt deeply about this sentence.
In my previous life’s textbook, there was an article called “Lilac Knot”.
"Everyone experiences many unhappy things in life, and as one goes away, another comes up. That's why lilac knots appear every year. There are endless knots, and there are endless problems in life. Otherwise, wouldn't it be too dull and boring?"
When he first started learning, he was only in the sixth grade. How could he understand such fine details?
I just memorized it vaguely.
Twenty years later, he happened to open the textbook again.
Just one glance and he was stunned for a long time, unable to come back to his senses.
Recalling this incident in his mind, Zeng Anmin's mood slowly changed.
"What are you standing there for? Listen carefully to your father..."
Zeng Shilin was speaking when he suddenly noticed that his son was standing there in a daze, with a look of displeasure on his face and a frown on his face.
He was about to condemn harshly, but his pupils suddenly contracted.
Then his face became dull.
"I want to buy sweet osmanthus flowers and carry them with me to drink, but it never feels like the time when I was young."
Zeng Anmin slowly came back to his senses, his face complicated and filled with emotion.
Boom!!!
After saying this, he suddenly felt a flash of thunder in his sea of consciousness.
Zeng Anmin was stunned for a moment, then his expression changed and he quickly immersed himself in the sea of consciousness.
In the sea of consciousness, the shadow of the Dragon Map still stood in the center.
However, the ball of righteous energy on the right side of the shadow of Kanlongtu was constantly rolling at this time.
Like clouds and mist, amazing changes are taking place.
Finally, the mighty righteous energy slowly changed color.
One wisp of green air, two wisps of green air...
Boom!!!
Wisps of green air floated in the air, and finally formed a sentence.
"I want to buy sweet osmanthus flowers and carry them with me to drink, but it never feels like the time when I was young."
Every word carries an ancient and majestic charm.
After this sentence was formed, the green energy slowly condensed together and became inseparable.
this……
Zeng Anmin suddenly opened his eyes and looked at his father blankly.
I just seemed to have...a breakthrough?
The sixth rank of Confucianism and Taoism??!
Can the noble spirit have a certain influence on the people around you?!
Isn’t this too fantastical?
He wanted to ask something.
But at this moment, Dad's eyes were even duller than his.
…
(End of this chapter)
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