I, Ye Chen, turned out to be a top expert

Ji Jianzong actually gave birth to such a terrifying power of luck. How could these people not be shocked?

As Ye Chen's pen moved, the content on the paper continued to increase. At this moment, in the Central Region, above a dilapidated forbidden area, a loud rumbling sound was heard. In the dark clouds covering the sky above the Confucian Temple, rays of thunder power were born. Under the power of thunder, the dark clouds continued to dissipate, and above the Confucian Temple, an area appeared that was not covered by dark clouds.

"boom!"

At this moment, the huge statue in the Confucian Temple seemed to come alive, emitting an astonishing and mighty force. At this moment, sounds of breaking through the air were heard in the Confucian Temple. Five or six old figures appeared in the originally empty Confucian Temple, but none of these people said a word. At this moment, a pair of eyes that had long been cloudy due to old age burst out with brilliance, and they stared at the huge statue intently.

Before the statue at this moment, countless talents converged, transforming into words: "When a person is born, his nature is good. Natures are close, but habits make them different. Without teaching, nature will change. The way to teach is to be focused. In the past, Mencius' mother chose her neighbors carefully. When her son refused to learn, she broke her loom... These ten principles are shared by all people."

When the last word of the same character fell, the statue in the Confucian Temple suddenly trembled with a bang, and its talent suddenly increased to nine inches and nine, dispersing the dark clouds in the sky a little bit.

"Boom!"

The sealing formation at an infinite height was broken into pieces by the talent at this moment.

"Bye Saint!"

At this moment, in the Confucian Temple, several old figures looked at the disappearing words, tears in their old eyes, and knelt down to the void. At this moment, these people were not sad, but crying with joy.

"The revival of literature and art is about to begin, and the path to immortality is about to appear. King Xiaoyao, don't even think about destroying our literature and art. What can you do about taking away our fortune? My literature and art sage, Wen Dao, was born, and your evil power will be dispelled. When all the evil power is gone, our literature and art will soar into the sky." At this moment, the oldest figure in the Confucian Temple had a cold light in his eyes, which was full of hatred and anger to the extreme.

"We pay our respects to the Sub-Sage!" At this moment, all the old Confucian scholars bowed to the void, their eyes full of excitement. Such a shocking article would benefit all people, and the talent was nine inches nine, representing the work of the Sub-Sage.

At this moment, outside the forbidden area of ​​the Confucian Temple, in the dark clouds covering the temple, countless figures began to sway, like evil spirits, trying to enter the temple.

Those dark clouds were not just simple dark clouds, but were transformed from the evil power arranged by the Immortal King Xiaoyao. They were corroding the luck of Wen Dao all the time. Until today, a shocking article broke one of the evil powers and enhanced the luck of Wen Dao.

At this moment, the old man in the Confucian Temple had not yet stood up, but at this moment, he felt that the demons and monsters born from the evil power wanted to enter the Confucian Temple to devour the talent. The old man's eyes turned cold and he looked directly outside the Confucian Temple and said, "Get out!"

With a loud roar, the mighty force erupted, and the bodies of those demons and monsters in the evil force evaporated instantly, and they let out horrifying howls. Those who had not yet appeared outside the evil force, their bodies seemed to be ignited by flames, and they let out shrill howls, and went deeper into the evil force, but only one tenth of their cultivation remained.

"Evil heretics, my Confucian Way has revived, who can stop me?" The old man's voice boomed through the void. For a long time, these evil forces had been causing trouble, and the forbidden area of ​​the Confucian Temple was shrouded in the clouds of evil forces. They had been unable to absorb the talents and transform them into the power of righteousness, and they had always been very wary. But now that the evil forces had been partially dispelled, they could cultivate the power of righteousness, and naturally they would no longer tolerate it.

The reason why these people misunderstood Ye Chen as a sub-sage was because they did not know the content of the "Three Character Classic" written by Li Yixi. What Ye Chen wrote today was only a part of the "Three Character Classic". If Ye Chen wrote the complete "Three Character Classic", then the talent that skyrocketed in the Confucian Temple would not be only nine inches and nine high, but would break through ten inches and reach the level of a great sage.

In the Holy Taoist Palace, Ye Chen was holding the pen in his hand and looking at the Three Character Classic he had written with great satisfaction. The Three Character Classic was originally an enlightenment reading material that Ye Chen prepared for He Wushen.

"Teacher, have you finished writing?"

At this moment, He Wushen was short and could not see what Ye Chen wrote, so he looked at Ye Chen expectantly.

"Well, just learn these for now!"

"The enlightenment lesson I prepared for you is the Three Character Classic. I hope you will read it carefully." Ye Chen looked at He Wushen's expectant eyes, smiled and said.

"Yes, teacher, I will never let you down." He Wushen nodded immediately with a serious look on his face.

At this moment, Ye Chen picked up He Wushen and placed him on a chair so that He Wushen could see clearly what he had written. However, when He Wushen's eyes fell on the paper, he was completely stunned. Because at this moment, He Wushen was looking at the terrifying Dao rhyme flowing on the paper on the desk in front of him, but He Wushen was horrified to find that he could only see three of these words, and these three words were extremely blurry. When He Wushen wanted to see the fourth word, his eyes almost bled, and he was so scared that he immediately looked away.

"This is a divine text, a divine text of thoughts."

He Wushen, who was sitting on the chair at the moment, was stunned for a moment, his eyes filled with disbelief. He had never expected that he would see the Mind Scripture just after becoming his disciple. He Changsheng had known that the Mind Scripture could be captured, understood, and used for personal use. However, He Wushen felt powerless and shocked at the moment, because he couldn't capture or understand it, and even if he looked, he couldn't see it. When He Wushen didn't know how to read, Ye Chen's voice rang out.

"Wushen, today the teacher has prepared the Three Character Classic for you. Just follow the teacher and recite it. Man is born good..." At this moment, Ye Chen began to teach He Wushen.

"When a person is born, his nature is good..." He Wushen was overjoyed upon hearing Ye Chen's voice. Ye Chen taught him this way, so even if he couldn't see the divine text above, it wouldn't have a significant impact on him. Ye Chen was extremely shocked. He Wushen's memory was truly terrifying. After only two teachings, He Wushen could recite the fragment of the Three Character Classic by heart.

Ye Chen left the study with satisfaction. However, He Wushen at this moment had no intention of stopping. He Wushen seemed to be possessed by a demon, sitting there and reciting continuously.

As He Wushen recited, he was pleasantly surprised to find that at the moment a trace of talent was born in his body, the divine text in front of him became much more solid, and the number of words he could see gradually increased.

"Literature is so profound. No wonder even our ancestors were nervous." At this moment, He Wushen not only developed talent, but also gained countless benefits from reciting.