"Destiny is called nature, self-discipline is called Dao, and cultivating the Dao is called teaching. The Dao cannot be separated from it for a moment, but it is not the Dao that can be separated."
"That's why a gentleman is careful about what he doesn't see, and is afraid of what he doesn't hear. Don't see what is hidden, don't show what is subtle. Therefore, a gentleman is careful about what he is alone."
On the bank of Zhongzhou, surrounded by mountains and rivers, you can faintly hear the sound of reading. Following the sound of reading, you can walk dozens of steps forward and you will see a bamboo forest hidden in the winding corridor. A bamboo building stands here. Looking inside, dozens of people can see it.
Many young people were reading the classics of the sages here, shaking their heads and very focused.
A man in blue shirt wearing Confucian robes, about 40 years old, sat above, listening to the tender voices of these children, and after reciting it several times, he broke down the meaning of the sutra and told it to these ignorant children in detail.
When the sun went up three poles, the music of the piano rang out from the backyard of the bamboo garden. The master in green shirt just stopped talking and ended today's talk with a smile, leaving behind some lessons.
The children dispersed with a crash.
Some of them have started playing, or they are talking to each other about holiday arrangements.
There were many children wearing silk clothes and well-off families, but the gentleman with his hair tied in a wooden hairpin turned his eyes to the side of the bamboo forest, and sure enough he saw a green bamboo as thick as a wrist swaying slightly, smiled, and stood up and left.
There was no one at the window, but there was a fat rabbit hanging on the green bamboo six feet from the ground. The gentleman stretched out his hand and twisted it.
Fat and plump, cooked in oil and served with winter bamboo shoots, it tastes great.
The sound of the piano gradually stopped, the footsteps gradually approached, and my wife's voice came from behind:
"Is it that kid again?"
"Your name is... Qi Wuhuo?"
Mr. Qingshan hummed, raised his head, and could still vaguely see a young figure in the direction from the small bamboo house on the mountainside to the small town at the foot of the mountain. He was wearing ordinary shorts and light brown clothes. His back looked ordinary, but he was tall and tall.
Straight.
There was already a faint wind and snow rising, and the young man was walking further and further away in the snow on the mountain.
The woman who was originally a young lady, but later became a little harsh and aggressive due to experience, pursed her lips slightly, and said with a rare sign of weakness: "Why bother? My husband, you have already asked him to listen, but he refuses to accept any more kindness.
I live an ordinary life, but I still need these things."
His voice paused, and then he felt a little regretful: "Does he still remember my bad attitude towards him back then?"
The man in green shirt laughed and said with relief: "He is not that kind of character."
"I did ask him why he didn't want to come in. At first I thought it was just a child's pride. I am conceited and knowledgeable. I was once a county magistrate and handled hundreds of cases under my command. I should be able to convince a small child, but
In the end, I was unable to do this, but was suppressed by him."
The voice paused slightly.
His wife glanced at him suspiciously: "What did the child say?"
The man in green shirt stroked his beard and said:
"He said that in all things, we should not worry about scarcity but inequality, and we should seek fairness."
"I have accepted many children's family discipline before allowing them to enter the church. There are also some children whose families are not very wealthy, and the family gritted their teeth before letting them come to school. If I let them enter the church out of compassion,
There must be some complaints among those schoolchildren's families."
"But it's also harmful to my reputation."
"He said he learned literacy from me, but he wanted to benefit others at my expense, which is unacceptable."
"And these things are considered as the tuition fees he gave me."
His wife couldn't help but be surprised: "I'm not worried about the scarcity of people but about the inequality... How can such words be said by a child in a small town?"
The man in green shirt said: "That's true, but he's also really stubborn."
"I asked the people in the town and he is not from here."
"They came here due to the disaster in Jinzhou ten years ago. The world was difficult and many people would do anything to survive. It is rare to see such an upright and upright person but also a good scholar."
He hesitated for a moment, held his wife's hand with one hand, and said warmly: "Madam, I plan to let all the students compete after the new year. If he is really talented and learned, I will accept him as a disciple. I will recommend him for the imperial examination in the future.
How do you feel about letting such talents wander in the mountains?"
The woman rolled her eyes at her husband and said: "Recommending talents and learning should be the bounden duty of a scholar like you. If he is really talented and learned, you would be derelict in your duty not to recommend him. I am also willing to contact my relatives to find a good match for him."
The green-robed scribe was overjoyed and embraced his wife, let's not mention it for now.
The young man came out of the school, silently recited what was said today, and silently reviewed the meaning of these words. Unknowingly, he walked into the mountains. The wind and snow were not heavy, and it seemed that there was snow on the mountains elsewhere.
The wind came here and has slowly stopped.
When he was young, his hometown suffered a catastrophic disaster. There was no harvest, and epidemics and monsters were rampant. His parents gave him the only food they had left, so he barely survived. He was among the refugees who fled here. Fortunately, he was taken in by this place and found a place to stay.
Without the care of his parents and elders, he would have become one of those ruffians, but since he was young, he would dream of strange things every day. In the world in his dreams, there were iron birds rising into the sky, people coming and going, and high-rise buildings.
There are also many square characters in the city.
Many things were forgotten in the dream, but many things were still remembered.
Especially those block text.
You can't help but learn.
A scholar must be ambitious and have a long way to go.
It was as if some voice was reciting these words. He always felt that these words in his dream were extremely important to him, so he had no doubts about the truth of these words.
It's cold today, and I'm more afraid of heavy snow closing the mountain. I need to collect more firewood to survive the cold winter. Qi Wuhuo carries a basket on his back and climbs the mountain step by step. Occasionally, he can pick up fallen pine cones. He's quite lucky.
I had already picked up a full basket one hour and three quarters earlier than usual. I thought I could survive this heavy snowfall, so I slowly turned around.
But I don’t know when, at this moment, there was night fog in the mountains.
Qi Wuhuo couldn't notice it in his mortal body, but his soul was different from ordinary people. He noticed something strange, frowned slightly, and slowly walked down the mountain with a long and neat branch in his hand. If he were an ordinary mortal, he wouldn't know it.
He went down the mountain unknowingly, but his soul was several times stronger, so he accidentally hit the mountain and fell into the side.
Looking back, there is no way forward.
After walking no more than a hundred steps, I suddenly heard a desolate voice, singing loudly and beating the time. The voice was old and clear, like the sound of gold and iron, but it had the quality of jade and was not harsh.
There are many strange things in Zhongzhou. In winter, there are insects, which are as bright as candlelight.
It spins up, spins out, and is already close.
Qi Wuhuo's steps paused slightly, and he unconsciously entered the deep valley. He didn't know that there were insects and birds around him. In the night mist, the tiger lowered his eyes, and all the beasts and spirits were there. He could only hear the sound of the verses chanting more and more clearly, and the palms of his hands struck.
Make the beat and sing loudly.
"There is not a trace of dust in the world, but the whole hall is full of "people" who learn from immortals."
"My clothes always have a smoky color, and my staff and shoes are always in the clouds and water."
"The iron flute blows across the sea and the moon, and the sleeves and robes embrace the spring in the cave sky."
"Now that guests from all over the world have gathered together, anyone can be regarded as a guest from Dongguan."
"Alas?"
"The guests are coming!"
"Little guest, please come forward and have a chat."
This chapter has been completed!