It was night.
Dark clouds gathered.
The cold wind whistled and rustled.
In a dilapidated meditation room in Lanruo Temple.
"Fortunately, there is a house that can shelter us from the wind and rain. Otherwise, we would have died from the cold tonight…"
Feeling the cold wind seeping through the crack of the door and the shabby window, Bu Feifan curled up on the clean wooden board and couldn't help but tighten the old blanket around him.
Although he was already a scholar in the 'child-student' realm, his physical fitness had not improved at all.
This was the biggest drawback of the Confucian Cultivation. Before the Jinshi realm, no matter how high one's cultivation level was, the literary qi could not be used to temper the body and strengthen the physique.
In other words, the only difference between a Confucian cultivator before the Jinshi realm and an ordinary person was that they could unleash terrifying power when they used their literary qi. Other than that, they were no different from ordinary people in everything else.
They also needed to eat, they would be hungry, they would get sick, they would feel cold…
As for the blanket, it was given to him by Ning Caichen to keep him warm.
Because he had stayed in Lanruo Temple for two days, Ning Caichen knew that the temple would be windy and cold at night. He saw that Bu Feifan was only wearing a Confucian robe and didn't bring any bags, so he took one of his two blankets and gave it to Bu Feifan to keep out the cold.
"I wonder if there will be a female ghost coming tonight?! And... Will Nie Xiaoqian appear?"
Bu Feifan sat on the wooden board, his eyes shining with a strange light.
After asking Yan Chixia, he was basically sure that this Lanruo Temple was the Lanruo Temple in A Chinese Ghost Story.
As a result, tonight was destined to be a sleepless night for Bu Feifan.
After all, the Lanruo Temple in A Chinese Ghost Story would be haunted by many female ghosts that sucked people's yang qi at night. There were even other evil ghosts that killed people everywhere. If he slept peacefully, who knew if some evil ghost or female ghost would take the opportunity to kill him and make him sleep forever!
"Sigh! However…How should he spend this long night?!”
Bu Feifan sighed and muttered helplessly," It's a pity that Confucian cultivators make too much noise when they cultivate, especially in a place like this where there are many ghosts and demons. It's too easy to attract the nearby demons and evil spirits…" Otherwise, this long night would be quite good for cultivation!”
The Confucians cultivated the awe-inspiring and masculine " literary Qi ". They had a natural ability to counter and suppress demons and evil spirits. Therefore, in this mythological world, Confucians were very feared and suppressed by those demons and evil spirits.
Moreover, because Confucians cultivated the 'Wen Qi', their flesh and blood carried a vast and masculine Qi. It was a great tonic for demons and devils. Therefore, many demons and devils liked to hunt those Confucians of lower cultivation levels.
In fact, many demons and evil spirits even hunted the Confucians in secret and used their blood and Qi to cultivate!
However, normally, a Confucian cultivator's Wen Palace was tightly shut. Thus, the scholarly aura of a Confucian cultivator was hidden in the Wen Palace and would not leak out.
If ordinary demons, devils, and cultivators didn't have any special secret techniques or their cultivation base hadn't reached the Immortal Realm, they could only sense the aura of the scholarly cultivator to identify the scholarly cultivator.
In other words, as long as the Confucian cultivator did not open the Qi Wen Palace and did not leak his literary aura, ordinary demons, devils, and cultivators would not be able to distinguish his identity as a Confucian cultivator.
This was the reason why Yan Chixia didn't discover Bu Feifan's identity as a Confucian cultivator.
However, when a Confucian cultivator cultivated, the Palace of Culture needed to be opened.
After all, the cultivation of Confucianism was to communicate with the literary Qi that was wandering in the unseen world, to guide and refine it into the Palace of Literature, and to make it for his own use. If he did not open the Palace of Literature, how could he guide the literary Qi into the Palace of Literature and refine it for his own use?!
Moreover, during the cultivation process, when Confucians communicated with and received the literary Qi, the fluctuations of the literary Qi were extremely easy to be detected by the demons and evil spirits nearby.
Especially when Confucians created some extremely high-level poems and songs, there would be abnormal evolutions. They were especially high-profile, blatantly telling everyone who saw the abnormal phenomenon that they were Confucians!
Therefore, if Bu Feifan dared to cultivate in Lanruo Temple, which was filled with demons and ghosts, he would definitely attract most of the demons and ghosts around Lanruo Temple.
At that time, with his cultivation, unless he used the Nine Apertures Saint Heart's life-saving skill, it would be no different from sending a sheep into the tiger's mouth.!
However, the Nine-Orifice Saint's Heart was Bu Feifan's greatest life-saving trump card. Unless it was absolutely necessary, he would never use it.
After all, with this trump card, no matter what kind of danger he encountered, he would still have some confidence!
"In the end, it's because I'm too weak. If I had absolute power, why would I have to be so careful and deliberate?”
After a while, Bu Feifan's eyes lit up.
For the first time, he had an incomparable desire for power.
Rustle!
At this moment, the cold wind outside the window suddenly became stronger, blowing the dilapidated window and the door that was not very strong. It shook violently.
For a moment, Bu Feifan felt as if the wind outside could blow the shabby meditation room down at any moment.
"Hiss! It's so cold!"
At the same time, Bu Feifan noticed that the cold wind that seeped through the crack of the door and the broken window had suddenly become colder. He couldn't help but tighten the sheets around him.
Pa da…
At this moment, the door seemed to be unable to withstand the cold wind and was suddenly blown open.
The slightly rotten door bolt broke into two and fell to the ground.
"Help!"
Immediately after, a tall and slender woman in a white dress, with bright eyes and white teeth, ran in from outside with a panicked expression.
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