Wang Shouren was already thin, and at this time he was even more skinny, as if only a skin was left wrapped in bones. The sunlight sprinkled in from the window and fell on him, making the skin on his face look yellower and covered with wrinkles and spots. He lay quietly on an old rocking chair, his eyes closed, and his body was covered with thin half-old quilt. Although the sunlight shone in from the window, the atmosphere in the whole room still seemed dull.

It is obvious that Wang Yangming, a historical master who has established virtue, made contributions and made words, has not had much time left, and his life has entered the final countdown.

In the room, several disciples under Wang Yangming's seat were quietly waiting on the left and right, and the yard outside the room was bustling with people. They sat on the ground without making any sound. If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, who would have expected that so many people would have been squeezed out in this narrow and quiet yard.

Among these people were both old and old men with white hair, boys with horns, gentle scholars and heroic martial artists, gentry bureaucrats, and peddlers. They were either disciples of Wang Shouren, followers, or "fans" of Yangming Xinxue. When they learned that Wang Shouren was seriously ill, they all came to see him off for the last journey.

No one maintains order, but the yard is in order. When people come, they find an empty seat and sit down quietly. If there is no empty seat, they will stand silently.

At this moment, two Taoist priests stepped into the yard. It turned out to be Master Lan Daoxing. They walked straight to the door and yelled loudly: "Wuliang Tianzun, it seems that I will not be late in the future."

Everyone sitting quietly in the yard couldn't help but frown. The Taoist priest was so rude that everyone was quiet and he shouted loudly as soon as he came.

A disciple who entered the room under Wang Yangming walked out of the room and said a little unhappy: "The master is resting, Taoist priest, please do not make loud noises."

Lan Daoxing stroked his beard and smiled and said, "Wang Yangming is awake. Let me go in and meet him, otherwise he will die with his eyes open."

The disciple who entered the house couldn't help but be furious, and the "believers" in the yard were also excited, and some even stood up and rolled up their sleeves and glared.

"But Fellow Daoist Lan is here? Hong Fu, let him come in." A slightly hoarse voice came from the room.

The disciple who entered the room was Qian Kuan, whose courtesy name was Dehong and whose pseudonym was Hongfu, was the eldest disciple under Wang Shouren. He was originally very angry at Lan Daoxing's rudeness, but he was shocked when he heard the sound from the room. He immediately bowed respectfully and said: "It turns out to be Lan Zhenren, please come in!"

Lan Daoxing brought the little Taoist priest Qingfeng into the house. Wang Shouren, who was lying on the rocking chair, opened his eyes and looked in good spirits. The disciples were surprised and happy to see this, and quickly brought seats to Lan Daoxing and served tea.

"Is this a friend Lan who came to see me off for the last trip?" Wang Shouren smiled and raised his head a little, as if he wanted to sit up. A disciple immediately put a pillow behind his back, letting him sit up a little, so that he could look straight to Lan Daoxing's eyes.

Lan Daoxing stroked his beard and smiled and said, "It's not a matter of purpose. I took a trip to Anluzhou not long ago and just by the way."

Wang Shouren's turbid eyes flashed and he waved his hand, "Hong Fu, you all go out, close the door, and talk to fellow Taoist Lan for his teacher."

Several senior disciples in the room quickly stood up and left the room. Although they were curious, they were mostly happy. Since the Taoist priest came in, the master seemed to have improved a lot, and maybe he would get better due to serious illness.

After the door was closed, Wang Shouren asked, "Has Lan Zhenren visited Xianling?"

Lan Daoxing nodded, and Wang Shouren asked again: "Then has the matter of moving tombs been decided?"

Lan Daoxing shook his head and said bluntly: "I'm afraid I can't move it. The dragon cave selected at the foot of Tianshou Mountain is not as good as Xianling. According to my opinion, it's better not to move it."

"This may not be a bad thing. How would the real person plan to report to the emperor?"

"The unity of knowledge and action is just a matter of truth."

Wang Shouren nodded happily and smiled bitterly: "Before leaving Beijing under the order, Fellow Daoist Lan made a fortune for me and asserted that I would die in a foreign land. But I didn't believe in evil and made a bet with Fellow Daoist Lan, but I just rushed back, but I still didn't have time to rush back to Yuyao, Zhejiang, so Fellow Daoist Lan, you won."

As mentioned earlier, Wang Youshouren suffers from chronic lung disease and needs to take a drug containing arsenic for a long time to suppress it. This drug was prepared by Lan Daoxing for Wang Shouren, and it was stated that this drug is not a cure for the symptoms and does not cure the root cause, and can only temporarily suppress the disease. If taken for a long time, the toxins in the body will accumulate, sooner or later it will take Wang Shouren's life.

Although Wang Shouren knew that drinking can quench thirst, it was too difficult to suffer from lung disease. Although this vague medicine is poisonous, it has significant effects. After taking it, the symptoms of coughing and breathing can be relieved immediately and even disappear for a while, so he insisted on taking it. However, over the years, the poison of arsenic has penetrated into the internal organs and is no longer helpful.

When he was ordered to leave Beijing and go to Guangxi to quell the rebellion, Lan Daoxing calculated a fortune for Wang Shouren, saying that he would die in a foreign land during this trip. Of course, perhaps it was not a conclusion drawn by the complete fortune-telling. After all, Lan Daoxing knew Wang Shouren's physical health very well. He should have a clear idea of ​​how long Wang Shouren can live.

The two made a bet half-jokingly. If Lan Daoxing's prophecy was fulfilled, Wang Shouren would present the original manuscript of the Yangmingxin Learning Book he founded to Lan Daoxing. If Lan Daoxing's prophecy was wrong, he would lose Chaotianguan to Wang Shouren.

Some time ago, Wang Shouren's condition suddenly worsened, and taking the medicine was no longer effective. He felt that there was not much time left, so he submitted a memorial to resign to Jiajing and recommended an official to take over the resignation. After he hurriedly left Guangxi without waiting for Jiajing's approval, he planned to return to his hometown Yuyao, Zhejiang before his death to break the predictions of the Landao Business in the past. Unfortunately, the world did not meet his wishes. When he walked into Nan'an Prefecture, Jiangxi, he could no longer walk.

The disciples also knew that the master's time was approaching, so they rented a yard in Dagen County, Nan'an, and used coffins, shrouds, and other items to be prepared quietly.

However, Wang Shouren seemed to have no wish. Although he was only breathing, he had been dead for a few days. After the news spread, there were endless people coming to visit him.

It is said that Wang Shouren pacified the rebellion of Dingning King in Jiangxi, and served as the governor of Nangan and eliminated local thieves and bandits. Therefore, he was deeply loved by the people of Jiangxi. In addition, he opened a school to give lectures and gave countless disciples. Yangming's academic studies are gradually emerging and have a large number of followers, so more and more people come to visit.

Back to the topic, Lan Daoxing looked at his old friend who was already looking back and said bitterly: "I would rather lose this bet by myself."

Wang Shouren teased: "Fellow Daoist Lan is attached to the image. Although you can kill life and death, from this point of view, your cultivation has not yet reached its home."

Lan Daoxing laughed and said, "The journey of cultivation is so long. I am just a little bit of a glimpse of the way, but after careful calculation, I am still just an ordinary person, and I can't cut off the seven emotions and six desires in this world."

Wang Shouren smiled faintly and said, "The sage said: "The preservation of the laws of heaven and destroy human desires. According to what I see, the seven emotions and six desires are innate. If human desires are eliminated, is it still considered human? What is the difference between it and the plants and trees in the mountains? I think that the gods also have joy, anger, sorrow and happiness. There is no good or evil, there is good or evil movement, and know good or evil is conscience, and know good or evil is to investigate things. You can know good or evil, and do good or evil, and all sentient beings can be saints."

Lan Daoxing stroked his beard and smiled: "It seems that Brother Yangming has really achieved great success. It's a happy congratulations. Don't forget, the original manuscript belongs to me."

Wang Shouren laughed and scolded: "You bull's nose, you can never think of becoming an immortal or a saint in your life."

Lan Daoxing laughed: "You can become an immortal, but you will be exempted from becoming a saint. Brother Yangming can become a saint, and he will definitely become a saint. He will be ranked in the Confucius Temple in the future."

Wang Shouren smiled, not taking it seriously. He probably was hurting his mind when he spoke too much, and slowly closed his eyes.

Lan Daoxing opened his mouth and wanted to speak, but Wang Shouren, who had his eyes closed, seemed to have senses and laughed and said, "Don't worry, when I swallow my breath, my disciples will give you the original manuscript of my heart."

Lan Daoxing stroked his beard and said, "Forget it, if I really took away the manuscript, the people in the yard outside would probably beat me up. I want to ask, what is Brother Yangming's opinion on King Xu Jin of Beijing?"

Wang Shouren opened his eyes again when he heard this and said strangely: "Have you seen Xu Ziqian recently?"

Lan Daoxing nodded and said, "I met on the Han River a few days ago."

Wang Shouren said oh, nodded and said, "No wonder, this is Xu Ziqian. This son is young and mature, calm and has unexpected insights. He has a good attitude towards doing things. When he was pacified by King Dingning in Jiangxi, I asserted that this son would be a pillar of the Ming Dynasty in the future. Now it seems that it is fulfilled."

Lan Daoxing frowned and swallowed the words back to his mouth. Wang Shouren said, "Fellow Daoxing seems to have something to hide, but what is wrong with Xu Ziqian?"

Lan Daoxing hesitated for a moment, and finally decided to keep the secret room. Why let a dying person leave with troubles and anxiety? Then he smiled and said, "There is nothing wrong. I just feel that this boy is a little ashamed of Brother Yangming's evaluation. Now there are storms in the capital, but this boy is traveling around with his beautiful concubine."

Wang Shouren laughed and said, "Although Xu Ziqian's move is unrighteous, there is no need to blame him. It is human nature to seek good fortune and avoid bad luck, let alone others plot against him first. This boy is different from others, and he is better at being pragmatic."

Lan Daoxing nodded and said in a pun: "This child is indeed different from others."

Wang Shouren looked at Lan Daoxing thoughtfully, and suddenly smiled and said, "Fellow Daoist Lan, maybe it's the old lady's death, and she's so blessed that she can even make you know how to make up for it. I'll also calculate a divination for you. You will have some entanglement with Xu Ziqian in the future."

Lan Daoxing was stunned: "How to entangle the method?"

Wang Shouren smiled mysteriously: "I'll know in the future."

As soon as he finished speaking, the door was knocked, and the voice of his eldest disciple Wang Hongfu came in: "Master, King Beijing Xu Jin is asking for a meeting outside!"
Chapter completed!