Chapter 42: The Manuscripts of the Various Masters

  "Sir, I've heard that many martyrs from our Qingzhou's garrison have died in battle, and their families are currently struggling to make ends meet. I'm using my own resources to help them get through this difficult time. These 3,000 taels of gold aren't for you, sir, but for the families of those martyred soldiers."

  As soon as these words came out of the provincial government's mouth, his face relaxed: "It's rare to have this heart, I'll take this gold on behalf of everyone."

  Chen Ji hinted to his attendants behind him to put the gold aside, then said: "I have no request, I only hope to get a letter from your lordship, hoping to constantly ponder it and increase my knowledge."

  The governor was in a good mood: "You are so generous, what's difficult about giving me this calligraphy?"

  After finishing speaking, the old governor's body slowly stood up straight, and then with a wave of his hand: " Zheng Da Guang Ming".

  Chen Jiuru received the treasure: "Thank you, sir, I will take my leave."

  Chen Jiu put away the treasure after receiving it and followed two attendants out. The eyes of the prefecture master were fixed on Chen Jiu's direction, revealing a thoughtful expression.

  Returning home, Chen Jiu looked at this handwritten script in his bedroom and burst out laughing: "With this treasure, it's enough to intimidate all ghosts and gods."

  The governor has an official aura on his body, and this treasure is naturally extraordinary, also with a demon-suppressing effect.

  "Shopkeeper, go and have this painting mounted and hung in the main hall for everyone to admire."

  "When he heard this was the governor's calligraphy, the old shopkeeper carefully handled it and then had someone frame it."

  Chen Jiu looked at the nearly completed renovation of the wine tower, walked around with his hands behind his back: "Now we need to think of a way to get some books and study them slowly, otherwise how can we take the entrance exam for Qingyang Academy?"

  When it comes to entering Qingyang Academy, Chen Jiu is again a headache: "This damn book, I don't understand it at all, what can I take to the exam".

  "Swallow, do you know where there's a bookstore?" Chen Jiu asked with a headache, looking at the happy little guy playing over there.

  Fei Yan patted his head with a small hand: "There is a book house in front, and there is an old scholar inside who spends all day buying books and copying books. If the young master wants to buy books, he can go there."

  Chen Jiuyi took the gold and walked out, amidst the throngs of people, to the bookstore that Feiyan had mentioned.

  "San Wei Bookstore" Chen Jiunan arrived.

  "Among them, I knew three flavors first, it is San Wei Book House, good name, good name."

  Chen Jiu's words fell, and a burst of laughter came from inside: "The name is good, the books in here are even better. Young master, aren't you here to buy books? Please come in and sit down, our prices are definitely fair."

  Buying a house, what enters the eyes is a house full of books, then there is a nodding and shaking scholar. The age of the scholar is not great, only about 23 or 24 years old.

  Chen Jiu looked at him with interest: "You said if I want to take the entrance exam for Qingyang Academy, which book should I choose?"

  After hearing Chen Jiu's words, the bookworm put down his book and looked at Chen Jiu seriously: "It's not difficult to get into Qingyang Academy, what's difficult is to get a good dormitory."

  Chen Jiu saw that his clothes were flower white and obviously had been washed too many times: "Please advise, brother."

  The young scholar smiled: "I am indeed a student of the Qingyang Academy, you have come to ask me and it is just right. This book is first recommended for the classics of various philosophers, but the price is a bit expensive, I don't know if you are willing to spend this money?"

  Chen Jiu threw the gold in his hand over: "This is ten taels of gold, you introduce me first".

  The young scholar nodded, putting the gold into his sleeve: "As for the classics of various schools, they are countless. However, only six of them are truly useful in the Qingyang Academy and can be learned from. As long as you thoroughly understand these six classics, entering the Qingyang Academy and getting into Class A is absolutely no problem."

  "Oh, I don't know how much these six classics of philosophers cost."

  "Haha, these six scriptures are priceless."

  "Priceless? That means I can't afford it?" Chen Jiu said.

  "Hey, hey, this is just a metaphor. These classic texts were personally copied by me in the academy, and they even have my annotations. If you buy them, you'll definitely be able to enter the top class without any issues."

  Chen Jiu seemed to have ignored the man's boasting and directly asked the core question: "How much does it cost?"

  The scholar looked at Chen Jiu and said: "These six books are worth a thousand pieces of gold. No, I'll sell them to you for a hundred pieces of gold."

  Chen Jiu revealed a smile: "Do I really look like a scapegoat?"

  Although the scholar didn't know what a "冤大头" was, he roughly understood the meaning: "Alright, alright, at least fifty gold coins, can't go any lower, if it's any lower I won't sell".

  This book is indeed one of the most valuable things in this world. Now that Confucianism and Taoism are prevalent all over the world, a good article is worth a thousand pieces of gold.

  Chen Jiu flipped through the book, and the annotations inside were indeed very detailed. Looking at the young man's slightly anxious gaze, Chen Jiu also felt that this price was about right.

  "The deal is done," Chen Jiubao quickly took out the gold and both parties settled the account.

  Watching Chen Jiu carrying books and walking out, the bookworm smiled and stroked the gold: "Ah, next time remember to come here, I'll give you a discount".

  Holding the books, Chen Jiu returned to his bedroom and opened the first book "Liezhi's Records". As he flipped through the pages, he indeed found many rare and precious phrases.

  "This world has various schools of thought, and my previous life also had various schools of thought. It's just that I really don't know whether the classics from my previous life can be applied in this world."

  "The Master said: Is it not a pleasure, having learned something to practice it? Having friends come from afar is it not joy? Not being known and yet not being resentful is it not gentlemanly?"

  The Master said, "Is it not a pleasure, having learned something, to try it out?"

  All the citizens in Qingzhou City seemed to feel that there was a sage in the unknown who was preaching, proclaiming the words of the sage.

  Within a hundred miles of Qingzhou Prefecture, evil spirits and snake gods fled quickly, the city walls of Yinsi disappeared, and with the arrival of a sage, ghosts and gods retreated.

  A purple air was slowly emerging on the horizon, but unfortunately, due to Chen Jiu's stopping of his brush, all the omens instantly disappeared without a trace, and the gradually formed purple air also dissipated instantly.

  Qingyang Academy, a great Confucian scholar suddenly stood up: "Who is it, who wants to break through the Sage's boundary, why did he fail again? When will Qingzhou Prefecture have a secondary sage descend?"

  The city god of the prefecture looked at the mortal world with a gloomy face: "All ghosts and gods, retreat quickly, a saint is descending, do not disturb the holy one."

  The judge's face was unsightly: "Consider yourself lucky, with the arrival of a lesser deity. Otherwise, this court would have no choice but to drag you back into reincarnation. Pass down the order, summon all the little demons to return."

  Inside the wine house, Chen Jiu looked at the manuscript filled with majestic and righteous energy, and he couldn't help but stare blankly: "Is this really the manuscript of the saints? I didn't expect that I could also write out a manuscript of the saints. From now on, if I encounter that old black mountain demon again, I only need to take out the manuscript and it will instantly turn him into ashes."

  Chen Jiu couldn't understand why he was able to write out the manuscripts of the sages. After a moment's thought, he understood: "It wasn't that I wrote out the manuscripts of the sages, but rather that the words of the sages were born for the first time in this world, and naturally they were the words of saints, with the utmost principle of heaven and earth accompanying them, and with the support of heaven and earth, which brought about the majesty of these saints."

  "The Master said: 'Is it not a pleasure, having learned something, to try it out at once?'"

  No unusual signs, like an ordinary piece of paper, without the majestic and upright energy that usually accompanies it: "Indeed, this is only the case when the Analects first appeared, although each sentence can only be used once, but later generations have so many sages, every time a sentence appears in a sage's manuscript, Chen Jiulang has made a big profit".

  "It seems that in the future I will have to find a good paper and bind it into a book. I want to make a collection of sayings by various philosophers myself."

  Chen Jiu looked at the first draft of the Discourse on the Various Masters, took out a lighter, burned it for a while before saying: "Indeed, the manuscript of a sage naturally has the power of heaven and earth to protect it, fearless of water, fire, knives and guns. It seems that I still need to work harder in the future."

  Chen Jiu carefully treasured the manuscript in his arms, as if it were a precious treasure: "From now on, brother's life is also guaranteed."