roccoschili Chapter 214 The Knowledge of an Old Scholar
Chapter 214 The Knowledge of an Old Scholar
It is said that a long time ago, an old scholar met a friend of his who had been dead for a long time while he was walking at night.
This old scholar has always been upright and not afraid of monsters and monsters. When he sees his deceased friend, he greets him the same way he did when he was still alive: "Where are you going?"
The deceased friend didn't notice, and replied: "After I passed away, I worked in the underworld. There was a man in Nancun who was about to die, and I was ordered to go to capture his soul. I didn't expect that I happened to meet you on the road."
So, one person and one ghost walked together.
After a while, when they arrived at a dilapidated house, the deceased friend said, "This is the house where a scholar lives."
The old scholar felt very strange and asked his deceased friend: "How did you know?"
The deceased friend said: "Ordinary people are so busy during the day, running around for a living, that they hide their original nature.
Only when he fell asleep did he think of nothing and his soul was clear and clear. At this time, every word in the book he had read emitted light, shining through the pores of the person's body.
And those words seem to have taken on a physical form, with an ethereal appearance, colorful and brilliant, as brilliant as a brocade.
If this scholar's knowledge is like that of Zheng Xuan and Kong Anguo, and his articles are like those of Qu Yuan, Song Yu, Ban Gu, and Sima Qian, then the light from him will soar into the sky and compete with the stars and the moon;
If the knowledge and writing are a little less than those of them, the light emitted from the body will be several feet high; if it is even worse, the light will be several feet high.
As the knowledge increases, the light of these literati and poets also decreases; as long as those who have read books, even the worst people will emit a faint light, just like a small oil lamp, emitting a faint light like a firefly. The light can only shine through the doors and windows.
Of course, you humans cannot see this kind of light, only we ghosts and gods can see it. The light emitted from the dilapidated house in front of me was seven or eight feet high, so I knew it was the home of a scholar. "
The old scholar couldn't help but want to know how much knowledge he had, so he asked his deceased friend: "I have read books all my life, but I don't know how high my body's light is when I fall asleep?"
The deceased friend hesitated to speak, as if he didn't want to say anything.
The old scholar urged again and again: "You and I have been friends for many years. If you have anything to say, you might as well say it directly."
The deceased friend pondered for a long time, and then said: "If you really want to know, I will tell you!
Yesterday, when I passed by the private school where you teach, you were taking a nap. I see in your chest, there is a high-level sermon explaining the meaning of the scriptures. In it, there are five or six hundred scientific examination papers, seventy or eighty scriptures, and three or four various strategies. Ten articles. But these articles, every word, turned into black smoke, shrouding the roof of your private school. And the reading sounds of your students seem to be sealed in your thick black cloud. I really didn’t see a single ray of light coming from you! "
The old scholar said disapprovingly: "I know that your knowledge in life was not as good as mine, so you deliberately belittled me, right?"
But the deceased friend said seriously: "This is true! I don't dare to say nonsense at all!"
The old scholar was very angry when he heard this. His face turned red and he shouted angrily at his deceased friend.
The deceased friend laughed and left.