Food gives me an entry, I will be invincible if I stay alive

Chapter 82: The Netherworld and the Human World, Resonance of Heaven and Earth

The great scholar Ying Ling believed that Chen Xu’s words “I don’t know where the emotion comes from” have taken the word “emotion” to its extreme.

But he slowly and powerfully said another shocking sentence:
"My second guess is still about love, but it's no longer about love between a man and a woman, but about the universal love of humanity.

What could make a great scholar give up his ambitions and abandon the path of dominating the world?

After much thought, I think a fox wife is a choice, but it should not be the reason.

There is only one possible reason, and that is... the so-called support for a wise leader and helping the world is not really support.

Seniors, if you find that your path is not the one you really want to choose,
Will they make drastic changes and change their ways?"

This question, the great scholar spirit was unable to answer for a moment: "I, I..."

He seemed to be flying backwards again.

But in the end, he still stood still and did not move. He looked at the calm young man in front of him, and his soul was in a state of confusion. Suddenly, he felt excited like waves rising in the clouds.

He was no longer tongue-tied, but shouted: "Why shouldn't I dare?

It's just a heroic act of self-sacrifice. If you really made the wrong choice, you should have given it up immediately, even if it meant you would be shattered to pieces!"

"Yes, I believe this should be the choice you made back then. Why did you give up your ambition?
After much thought, this section is the most unsolvable."

Then he heard the young man in front of him chanting:

"Please do not talk about becoming a marquis, for a general's success is built on the bones of thousands of soldiers!"

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At this moment, when the chanting stopped, all that could be heard was the silence in the sky and on the ground, in the underworld and in the rivers.

An indescribable feeling of shock surged through the hearts of all the listeners at that moment.

Its power is so fierce that it is even more powerful than the rolling waves of the Netherworld River.

And above the long river, nine chains like fire dragons had become silent and dormant without anyone knowing when.

No more hearing the rattling of chains.

The floating body of the great scholar's spirit fell to the ground at some point. He had a profound and majestic aura, but at this moment, his whole body was swirling with green energy.

His entire body was shaking, as if he was trying to break free from some distant chaos and shout something into the air.

He didn't say anything, but Feng Yuanbai couldn't bear it anymore and was about to turn around.

It's not for anything else, I just have an urge to see what the expression of the young man behind me who said "One general's success is the result of thousands of soldiers' sacrifice" would be like at this moment?
If he can't take a look at this, wouldn't it be a waste of his participation in this grand event?

He would probably beat his chest and stamp his feet in regret for the rest of his life!

Suddenly, a hand stretched out from behind him and held his head down tightly.

Feng Yuanbai couldn't help but shout, "Chen Xu!"

This remark awakened the trembling great scholar's spirit. He suddenly took a step forward, stretched out his hands to hold Chen Xu's arms and said, "This is a poem, right?

There must be a complete version of this poem, right?

Do you already have the entire poem in your mind?

You write it out, you write it out!"

Seeing that Chen Xu didn't respond, he hurriedly said, "Yes, yes, I need paper and pen. I have paper and pen, I have them."

As he spoke, he reached into his shirt's front and searched for something, but when he found nothing, he quickly reached for his sleeves.

Still finding nothing, he suddenly trembled all over as if struck by lightning.

Then he began to cry, “I was born without a single strand of clothing, and I will die without a single penny.

I am a heroic spirit, not a ghost, and there is nothing after death.

I don’t have anything…”

Being penniless is not painful, but what is painful is not being able to leave behind the complete poem at this moment.

At this moment of deep resentment, County Magistrate Feng's voice sounded cautiously: "Senior, I... I, the junior, brought paper and pen with me."

"Do you have a pen and paper?" someone shouted. "Why didn't you tell me earlier that you had one? Hurry and get it out!"

How could Feng Yuanbai dare to delay?

He hurriedly took out his seal from his sleeve pocket, and with a flick of his fingers, pen, ink, paper and inkstone fell out of the seal.

The great scholar's spirit waved his sleeve, rolled up the paper and pen, and handed it to Chen Xu. Then he lifted his skirt and turned to Chen Xu, turning his back to him. The great scholar who lived three hundred years ago said loudly: "My dear Chen, although there is paper and pen here, there is no desk. But it doesn't matter.

You and I can imitate the ancients and write poetry using a stone wall as a desk."

Chen Xu was stunned. What do you mean by a stone wall as a desk? You're using your back as a desk.

I have only heard that the ancients wrote poems on the back of donkeys when living in difficult conditions, which was also a carefree and unrestrained way.

But now that he is using the back of a great scholar as a desk to write poetry, what should we call it?
Chen Xu had a strange feeling that he seemed to be creating an allusion, but he did not reject the spirit of the great scholar.

What is there to be afraid of? He dares!
The rice paper was placed on the back of the hero. Chen Xu laughed out loud and said, "Senior, I'm sorry."

Three hundred years ago, a war broke out in the southern border of Dali, the records of which are vague.

Chen Xu did not know the specific cause of this battle, but he read a few simple sentences while reading history:
"The King of Cangjiang, due to a tax dispute, raised an army to rebel against the Emperor. The Emperor sent ten thousand chariots to drive him away. The King was defeated and torn to pieces by chariots."

Chen Xu picked up his pen and dipped it in ink.

The pen moves like a dragon and the energy is powerful.

As the words fell, the spirit of the great scholar in front of him was moved and recited loudly:

"The marshland and the mountains are included in the war map, how can the people live happily?

Relying on Junmo's words to seal the affairs of the princes, one will succeed in a thousand bones.

It is said that a war will make all the gods worried, and the powerful troops on both sides will not stop fighting.

Who said the Cang River was always peaceful? Lately it has been swirling with blood."

After reciting it, tears streamed down my face.

A stream of green smoke rose from his back and soared into the sky.

It didn't look like illusory smoke, but rather like a green dragon soaring into the sky, straight into the underworld.

A dark dragon roared.

Another loud laugh was heard: "The marshland and the mountains are included in the battle plan, how can the people live happily?

Please don’t talk about becoming a marquis, for a general’s success is the result of the sacrifice of thousands of soldiers!

Hahahaha... A general's success is built on the sacrifice of thousands of soldiers. Why should I take that step back?
Why did I fail so badly?
I am not kind enough to bear it, but I am not a coward, nor am I a failure.

One general's success is the result of the sacrifice of thousands of soldiers! How can the people live happily?

How could I bear it?

If I could bear it, why would I study, why would I write books, why would I become enlightened?"

His passionate voice resounded throughout the underworld. In the dark sky and earth, only the whistling of the wind and the roaring of the river could be heard.

The long river of the underworld suddenly began to flow again without anyone noticing.

Countless voices seemed to be chanting faintly from heaven and earth: "The land of marshes and mountains enters the battle map..."

Mysterious shadows of words fell from the dark void. It was difficult to see each word clearly, but each word seemed to contain profound meaning.

A dim world, a grand scene.

The chanting sounded mysterious and vast, but in the middle of it there was a bright voice that broke through all the darkness and penetrated the long night of ignorance.

“My life is limited, but my knowledge is limitless.

At the age of thirty-nine, I attained enlightenment in southern Xinjiang.

I created the "Collection of Knocking Stones".

My name is Ji Weizi! "

Amid the whistling wind, the illusory figure in a high crown and wide belt solidified into reality.

He turned to face Chen Xu, his long eyebrows reaching his temples and a smile on his face.

He said, "Brother Chen, from now on, in the netherworld and in the human world, you will be my dearest friend."

At the same time, the Food Cauldron Heavenly Book suddenly opened.

The poem in this chapter comes from "The First Year of Guangming of Emperor Xizong" by Cao Song of the Tang Dynasty.

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