Chapter 1201

Luo Chuan's chest already harbors the morality of the second half of the Shijing.

It's one thing to understand, and it's another thing to write scriptures. It's another thing to turn Taoism into practice and use it again.

Luo Chuan wrote a book, but the book is still the first half of the time classic. Although Shi Jing is divided into upper and lower levels, it is divided by Luo Chuan. It itself is a coherent moral classic. It is connected before and after, and the first title can not be discussed alone.

In Luo Chuan's works, after the lines of ink fell into the white paper, they jumped up and suspended on the white paper, as if they didn't want to fall.

Since ancient times, scriptures have been handed down in a single line. Although there are rubbings in the world, only the only original can contain the mood and understanding of the writer at that moment, and those who observe scriptures can also experience it. When the Scriptures finally come out and the Scriptures become the Tao, the true Tao will only exist in the original. Therefore, the gap between the original and the rubbings is also great for those who really have the Tao.

The original of the first half of Shi Jing has been left in Guangtian Pusheng, so it will not be left elsewhere. Even if Luo Chuan finishes writing the first half of the Shijing, these handwriting will fly back to Guangtian Pusheng and will not fall on the volume.

Luo Chuan revisited the first half of the book of time and wanted to finish the remaining works of the book of time at one go.

The female emperor Luocha suddenly made a move, and the time magic River retreated day by day. Luochuan's expression did not change at all, but still wrote wholeheartedly.

Gradually, Luo Chuan entered the state. His mental memory finally crossed the ink words above the white scroll and really returned to the Guangtian universal Sutra pavilion that year.

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In the Sutra Pavilion, there are rows of tall bookshelves. On the bookshelves are scriptures filled with long years and the supreme principles of heaven and earth.

The book fragrance overflows, and the withered and yellow bookshelf is engraved with the traces of years.

The cloth robed boy sat in the air, bathed in white light from top to bottom, holding a scroll in one hand and a pen in the other, and his eyes seemed to bloom.

After brewing for a long time, the boy faced the East sky and pondered for a long time. He picked up his pen and wrote the beginning. This is Hu writing at all!

Is it because Luo Chuan doesn't want this Scripture to come out and doesn't want others to learn his morality and morality? But... This page of disorderly words clearly resisted the moon wheel of killing stars.

"What did he write?"

"I can't understand!"

"It's just nonsense!"

"Is this the legendary book of heaven?"

Friars from the mixed seas talked about it one after another. The disciples of the holy Taoist school looked strange. Why did song Xuan fall down and frown? They looked at the second half of the time Sutra. They couldn't read the Sutra and couldn't say why. But when they looked at it, they seemed to be reading a long scroll and overlooking a world. If they knew it, it was specious.

"Lost time... Luo Chuan, are you fulfilling your promise..."

Not far behind Luo Chuan, Emperor Yao Yu murmured, his eyes were also blurred, his body flashed slightly, his eyes became empty, as if the spirit had gone out of his body and entered another world.

Emperor Yao Yu also couldn't read it, but she realized a little mystery in the "heavenly book" earlier than the second generation of masters.

The second generation of Shizu fell into the enemy. If Emperor Yao Yu realized something, all the friars looked at each other. They finally knew that what Luo Chuan wrote was indeed a rare peerless classic, but not everyone was qualified to watch and understand. How could they covet and spy on the Scriptures that even the strong emperors could not read.

A murmur sounded as if someone were reading something.

The voice was the voice of a young man.