Volume 2 Chapter 40: Paper Crane

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  Having understood all the circumstances, Chen Jianchen had already made up his mind and was just pretending to be hesitant and speechless.

  That land was suffocated, his face swollen like a pig's liver, constantly begging for mercy.

  Chen Jianchen finally spoke up and said: "Today I will spare you once more. If you dare to commit evil again, I will not pardon you lightly!"

  The land is guaranteed to be hardworking, from now on, I will wash my heart and change my ways to become a virtuous cloud...

  Chen Jianchen's faith moved, and the huge rock transformed by the righteous energy suddenly disappeared without a trace.

  He scrambled to his feet and made a hasty bow to Chen Jianshen before turning tail and fleeing back to the safety of his own land temple.

  This land is possessed by Mo San Niang, offending Chen Jianchen's reverse scales. He actually already has a murderous heart, but thinking twice it's not appropriate, at least for now it's not the right time, so he can endure and hold back for the moment, which will achieve a better effect.

  Nothing unusual happened that night, and the next day Chen Jianchen came to his mother's room. He saw Mo Sanniang in high spirits and much improved, already able to get up on her own, and her complexion had gradually regained a hint of rosiness.

  "Your son is unfilial and has caused his mother to suffer."

  Mo San Niang smiled and said, "Liu Xian, it's strange to say, but I also had a dream last night. That land came to bother me again, but suddenly a big stone flew out of nowhere and pressed it down. Then it disappeared... Only then could I sleep well."

  Chen Jianchen didn't elaborate and simply said, "It's fine this way."

  Mo San Niang said: "However, I think it's still necessary to take some time to worship the Landlord God. As the saying goes: Worshiping many gods will bring divine protection..."

  Her way of thinking, however, is hard to change, and Chen Jianchen doesn't want to change it either, to do something that is almost destined to be futile - in this world, ghosts and gods are objective existences, he doesn't believe in them, not that he doesn't believe in their existence, but rather that he doesn't worship or have faith in them.

  This is an issue of choice on belief.

  "Uh-huh, Mother, I only took a one-day leave from the Academy, and after breakfast, I'll have to head back."

  Mo San Niang felt a bit guilty: "Liu Xian, it's all my fault, I suddenly fell ill and disturbed your studies."

  "Mother, you mustn't speak like that," Chen Jianchen said sternly. "While studying is important, filial piety is even more crucial. How can one neglect filial piety for the sake of academic pursuits?"

  The mother and son chatted for a while, and on the other side, Ah Bao had already prepared dinner and it was time to eat.

  The food in Ming Hua Academy is generally not bad, but Chen Jianchen always feels that it's not as good as Ah Bao's cooking. This time back, his appetite was huge and he basically ate two-thirds of the dishes on the table by himself.

  He ate well, Mo San Niang was happy, and Ah Bao was even more delighted.

  After dinner, Chen Jianchen again separately reminded his mother and Abao some words, then bid farewell and left, returning to Jiangzhou to continue the peaceful life of the academy.

  Minghua Academy, the main content of the classroom is Baguwen, but also includes the teaching of prose, calligraphy and poetry. Prose refers to a relatively free style that is different from Baguwen, it does not pay attention to rhyme, parallelism, and has no constraints or restrictions.

  For these classes, Chen Jianchen was very fond of them and listened very attentively, without any distraction.

  Time passed like flowing water, quietly and uneventfully. Chen Jianchen had thought that the Yin department would quickly come knocking on his door with trouble, but they didn't appear at all. He didn't know what they were planning. However, after understanding the general structure of the Yin department, Chen Jianchen felt more confident and was certain that the Yin department wouldn't dare to make a big deal out of things.

  In the Tianyun dynasty, there were many who did not respect ghosts and gods. For example, monks all belonged to this category. The yin officials fundamentally had no way to deal with them, so they could only ignore them.

  Now Chen Jianchen is practicing "Three Stances of True Chapter", with a positive energy to protect himself, and in terms of disrespecting ghosts and gods, he has added an important chip.

  "The Three-Character Classic" is extremely ingenious, and its author is unknown, yet it can produce such a beautiful article. The language is concise and meaningful, with each word being a pearl, which is similar to yet quite different from the Confucianism that Chen Xiangchen has come into contact with and understood.

  Since Chen Jianchen broke through and refined a thread of righteous energy, his understanding of the true chapter deepened, but the deeper he went, the more he felt that it was unfathomable, with clouds and mist swirling in front of him, unknown how many secrets were still hidden.

  This night, the moon is bright and the stars are sparse, the sky is clear and serene.

  Chen Jianchen reads under the lamp at night, reading a book "Youweiting Travel Notes".

  This book is written entirely in prose, and the author's name is "Zhuge Wò Lóng", a name that seems familiar yet very stylish.

  The book contains many short stories in the form of travel notes, including rural legends and strange events. The writing is excellent, the storytelling is interesting, and it's very enjoyable to read.

  Actually, books like "Youweizhuan Tour Notes" are classified as third-rate miscellaneous books in the Tianyong Dynasty and are not allowed to be sold on the market. However, with rules above and people below, as long as there is a way, they can still spread out. It's said that among them, there's a first-rate book called "Lan Zhu Mei" that's most famous and widely spread, just because it describes all sorts of romantic affairs, which are deeply loved by people.

  "Yu Wei Tang You Ji" is a book that Wang Fu got his hands on, it's a handwritten copy, but the characters are written very neatly, without any impact. It just so happened to be seen by Chen Jianchen, who borrowed it.

  But Wang Fu had no great interest in "Youwei Hall Travel Notes", he just read it and that's all. What he was most interested in was "Lan Zhu Mei". He looked for a way to borrow a copy, then hand-copied one, put it under his pillow, so he could flip through it and study it at any time. It's just that he had no way to get it, couldn't see the divine book, really regretted it deeply.

  Chen Jianchen was reading a story about a fox spirit and a poor scholar falling in love, completely absorbed in it, when he suddenly heard a faint "whooshing" sound, looked up to see a small orange paper crane flying in from the window, circling above his head. Its two wings flapped alternately, extremely agile, vividly lifelike, just like a living creature.

  The Way of the Law!

  Chen Jianchen immediately understood.

  Hmph!

  A paper crane slowly descended and landed on the desk, suddenly a small mouth appeared, and from it came out a piece of paper that had been folded into a very thin strip.

  Origami Crane Sends Book?

  Chen Jianchen was overjoyed.

  After spitting out the paper strip, only a palm-sized paper crane made a clumsy gesture of shaking its head and then gently knocked on the table with its small head, as if paying homage to Chen Jianchen. Then it flapped its wings again and flew up "puff puff puff", flying out of the window and disappearing from sight.

  Interesting...

  Chen Jianchen was amazed, the Flying Crane's transmission of the book was a Daoist technique he had only heard of but never seen before, now he had personally experienced it once.

  He calmed down his excited emotions a bit, picked up the note, and opened it to take a look.

  C@。