Chapter 170: The worldly worries cannot be resolved
When the time came, Mr. Mengxue began to clean up the books on the table in an orderly manner. Hong Wending also followed the other students in the private school. The students first worshiped the statue of Confucius and then worshiped the teacher in front of them. Their attitude was respectful and they were obviously fully integrated into the environment.
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Mr. Mengxue, who had gray beard and hair, straightened his robe and walked through the students with his head held high. His eyes were indifferent, but he paused for a moment on the three new students.
Although Jiang Wen always said that Hong Wending was a standard out-of-school child, in fact, during the Ming and Qing Dynasties, most children entered school between the ages of 8 and 15. If the qualifications were less qualified, they would be weak, and those who were established could also enter elementary school, such as "The Biography of Liu Lan in the Book of Wei"
"" It is said that Liu Lan, a native of the Northern Wei Dynasty, "began to enter elementary school when she was more than thirty years old." If she had gotten married earlier, she might have been a classmate with her son.
For example, in the Ming and Qing dynasties, children from the age of 3 to 18 can study together in the same school, and in the Confucian Classics, people from the age of 8 to knowing their fate can be in the same school. People of all levels and abilities gather together, ranging from as few as ten to as many as
It is normal for twenty or thirty people to be sent to enlightenment at Hong Wending's age.
Every day, he would go into the villa with his classmates from his private school. He would sit upright when the teacher was giving lectures. When the order came, he would go up and listen to the teacher's teachings one by one. He would study "Three Character Classic", "Hundred Family Surnames", "Thousand Character Essay" and "Disciple Rules" hundreds of times.
》. After a few days, Hong Wending became the eldest among the children again. He was wearing ordinary clothes. It was impossible to tell that he was a martial arts practitioner who had been holding a knife all year round. Instead, because of his good kung fu skills, he looked like a martial artist when he wrote.
He is exceptionally upright and powerful, and is often praised.
The process of class every day is actually very simple. The first step for students to learn is to take the scriptures by themselves, go to the teacher one by one, open the page they want to learn, and the teacher clicks on the sentence to read - because the ancient textbooks did not have sentence segments, they could only rely on
Orally transmitted by a private school teacher.
The second step is for the teacher to read it once, and the students to read it once, usually three to six times. Then the students return to their seats and continue reading by themselves, reading until they can recite it. Finally, the teacher talks about it, giving some exegesis on the text of the day, and talking about it together.
main idea.
Because each student's level of understanding is different, the learning progress can only be determined by the student, and the teacher will teach students in accordance with their aptitude. Some students who are diligent, studious, and smart will read ten or eight times a day, and they will recite more content, and they can recite six or seven
Ten lines of scriptures; almost memorizing twenty or thirty lines, which is not a small amount after a long period of time. In addition, the teacher also talks about some pen and ink calligraphy, large and small regular scripts, and couplet poems every day, which can last up to half a day.
This kind of learning method is the same from the prince to the common people. "Ting Yu Cong Tan" records the prince's reading. The prince entered school at an early age and sat at the same table with the master. The master read a sentence and the prince read it.
, after returning to the familiarity in this way, read it a hundred times, and read it a hundred times together with the written book written in the previous four days. Any written book written before the sixth day is said to be familiar every five days, and it starts again and again without interruption.
Compared with Jiang Wen's out-and-out interest-based learning method, this private school uses rigid methods passed down from generation to generation, but objectively speaking, it is more suitable for Hong Wending, a novice student. It can be seen from his expression that Hong Wending
I also cherished this kind of study time. I studied with my husband with all sincerity and never showed any timidity.
Mr. Mengxue stroked his beard and walked past. He was almost at the door and sighed secretly. He was amazed at the three new students sent by the Lei family. Although it was true that he only accepted disciples because of Lei Hu's generosity, he could make
His students were filled with emotion, which was unprecedented.
For example, the tallest student among the three, although his foundation was a little weak when he first came, he was calm and restrained in speaking and doing things, and he was almost like a child. He learned to read at a rapid pace, and he caught up with half of the students in a few days. Mr. Mengxue
After deliberately increasing the workload several times, this student could always memorize it like a fluent student the next day.
Since ancient times, hard work can make up for weakness, not to mention lack of talent. If a student like this can persevere, Mr. Mengxue believes that it will only be a matter of time before someone in his villa becomes a scholar.
The youngest student among the three looks weak, but has a bad temper. He taught him three hundred thousand, but he often made things difficult for himself with questions in the Thirteen Classics. His enlightenment book knowledge has improved by leaps and bounds, and he has not yet
Speaking of it, he was self-taught. Mr. Meng Xue vaguely guessed that the other party had already read these books, but regardless of whether he had studied them before or not, it was already unimaginable that a five or six-year-old child could memorize the books on Meng Xue by heart and understand them thoroughly.
It was Mr. Meng Xue who saw him and believed that the ancient prodigy's saying of "reciting more than a thousand words a day" and "never reading again" turned out to be true.
For such outstanding students, Mr. Mengxue has no temper. Instead of admonishing and punishing students, he wants to rely on his own words and deeds to infect the other students with his moral dignity. Since ancient times, people with outstanding talents must be outstanding, and Mr. Mengxue is afraid that he
By suppressing this budding genius, the world lost a high-spirited number one talent.
The last student who impressed Mr. Mengxue deeply was a person he had never seen before in his life. He arrived at the library on time every day and fell asleep, only to wake up leisurely after school. As soon as it was time to teach homework, he would stare at him with big eyes.
No matter how much the ruler is applied to the eyes or the body, there is no feeling, and one can even fall asleep standing while standing!
The rules of Lingnan rural schools have always been based on the "Taiquan Township Rites·Xiang School" written by Huang Zuo, a Lingnan scholar during the Zhengde period, which stipulates: "If you skip school without any reason once, you will be punished by reciting the book 200 times; if you play truant twice, you will be punished with Pu tart."
Ten pieces of paper; three times, the punishment is tart as before, and the punishment is still on his father and brother."
Reciting books for punishment is like asking for fish from a tree, and he is indifferent to being beaten with a ruler. Lei Hu is not under any pressure when it comes to fines. The third student tortured Mr. Mengxue to the point of sighing. Even his hair turned a lot white. He could only lament that they were together.
Why are the three students here so different from each other?
The private school teacher was in his sixties, his surname was Wen, and he was named Yuqin. He was a scholar in the Ming Dynasty. When he was young, he was frustrated because he failed to pass the exam three times, so he returned to his hometown to make a living as a private school teacher. In the Ming and Qing dynasties, private school teachers
According to the different content of teaching, there are two types: "Mentor" and "Confucian Master". Mentors provide enlightenment to children and teach them to recognize and memorize words; while Confucian teachers teach more in-depth content and guide students into the subject.
The road to the imperial examination.
Because he focused all his energy on repairing classics and documents, Wen Yuqin was only willing to be a monk with easy teaching. However, the content taught by a monk is simple and the training is low. The annual income is only a dozen or twenty taels, so life is naturally a bit harder.
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Wen Yuqin, whose hair and beard had turned gray, didn't think much of the fact that he couldn't pass the imperial examination, even though his classmate and friend at that time were the top picks in Wanli's 47th year.
It is actually very common among scholars.
For example, Wen Zhengming, one of the four talented men in Wuzhong, was excellent in poetry, calligraphy, and painting. However, he took the provincial examination 10 times from the age of 26 to 53, and failed even once. He finally became a scholar on the recommendation of the Minister of Industry.
He went to the Hanlin Academy to await imperial edicts, but because he had no reputation, he was constantly ostracized by his colleagues.
Wen Yuqin walked to the door of the private school and suddenly thought of something. He said to the students of different sizes, "Go back and tell your family that there will be a day off on February 2nd in five days. You can review your homework at home. Don't be slow!"
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Seeing the stern teacher returning, the students who were just about to jump for joy quickly suppressed their joy and bowed respectfully to the teacher. They didn't dare to continue playing until they saw his figure completely disappear from the door.
Fu Ningdie randomly stuffed the books into her bag, then trotted to Hong Wending's desk, and said in a rough voice, "Senior Brother Hong, let's go find the master quickly!"
That's right, Mr. Mengxue didn't know that the "genius child" in front of him was Fu Ningdie in disguise. The number one scholar was not a rare figure for her, but no matter how powerful her family background was, as a woman, she was destined to have no chance of succeeding in the imperial examination.
of.
After all, Xiao Ningdie deliberately opposed her private school teacher every day, and she just recalled the days when her father forced her to study. She couldn't help but recall the things that she had heard at home.
Hong Wending smiled slightly, quickly packed up his things, turned around and woke up the sleeping little stone behind him.
"Ah? Is school over?"
Little Shitou raised his head in confusion, wiped the saliva from his mouth, and then looked firmly into the distance, "Let's go and eat. Master said that there is a vegetarian restaurant in the temple today where you can eat all you want!"
No matter how poor you are, you cannot afford education. Jiang Wen sent his three children to study. However, one of the three children was the son of an imperial convict and the other was a fugitive. Naturally, it was impossible for him to enter the official school in Guangzhou. He had to find a reliable place through Lei Hu.
Borrowed from private school.
Private schools in this era were not necessarily worse than official schools, but they were different from the forms sponsored by the government and private schools. From the perspective of sponsors, private schools had three types: private schools, private schools and independent schools.
Free schools, commonly known as free schools, are generally founded by clans in the township. The source of school funding mainly relies on the free support of the clan members. Sometimes the land rent income from ancestral halls and temples can also be used by the clan members to run free schools. Most of the students taught are children from poor families. They are free, and they can also be called free schools.
Village school, clan school, and ancestral school. This is the most widely popular among the three types in Guangdong, where large clans are everywhere.
A special school is a private school founded by one family, several families, a village or even several villages, either individually or jointly, for their children to complete basic education. It is also called a private school or a family school. For example, the wealthy businessmen of the gentry in the city will do this.
Gentlemen's employment terms range from three to five years, to ten to twenty years, or even thirty to fifty years. After all, there are many children in wealthy families. After the eldest has taught them, it's time for the second to go to school.
The schools like Hong Wending and others went to school were independent schools, which were run by failed scholars, old boys or literati teachers in the countryside. As a rule, they had to charge some tuition fees, and the conditions for entry were even broader.
Lei Huhu's son just graduated and dropped in.
This Sanguan was by Zhilan Lake. After leaving the door, the three children walked together and walked southwest towards Yuexiu Mountain and Xianggang. Soon they came to a temple that was full of incense and crowded with tourists, and began to look for them.
The master who disappeared for several days.
On the other side, because the sky was clear and clear, Jiang Wen and Yan Yongchun's old father went together and came to the famous Guangxiao Temple in Guangzhou early to burn incense.
Jiang Wen deliberately dressed up as a layman today, wearing a hat to cover his hair. After burning incense absentmindedly, he came to an empty yard, found a lush bodhi tree, and sat lazily under the tree.
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As a lay disciple of Southern Shaolin, Yan's father was naturally very devout in worshiping Buddha. After he finished offering incense and kowtow, he realized that Jiang Wen was missing. After searching for him, he finally found Jiang Wen in front of the temple.
"Master Jiang, please get up quickly. How can you be so unbecoming in front of the Sixth Patriarch?"
Yan's father quickly asked Jiang to smell it, but he grabbed him first and sat down under the tree.
"Uncle Yan, this is your fault. Master Huineng, the Sixth Patriarch, said it here at the beginning, let alone the flags moving and the wind moving, it is just the heart of a benevolent person."
Jiang Wen said slowly and disapprovingly, "Jiang was clearly here to meditate and worship the Buddha. He neither said anything rude nor acted wantonly. Why do you think I'm being rude? It's clearly in your heart that you're being rude."
Jiang Wen put a hand on his shoulder to prevent Yan's father from getting up, "Sit here and take a closer look and listen. Do you think what you see and hear is quite Zen-like?"
The so-called Qifa Pagoda is a pagoda made of gray sand bricks, imitating the style of a pavilion, with niches and statues on each side. As time goes by, it gradually becomes mottled, making it look particularly simple.
Red corner pillars are hidden on the whitewashed wall of the stone pagoda. The forehead is covered with square pillars, but there are no common cypress beams on the capitals. The plain tile surface has a graceful curvature, with an octagonal spire on top. The pagoda is a treasure gourd, shining in the sun.
It shines brightly below and looks majestic and extraordinary.
According to legend, Huineng, the Sixth Patriarch of Zen Buddhism, received the seal of the Fifth Patriarch of Huangmei and secretly passed on the Dharma. He returned to the south and secluded himself in Sihui, Huaiji and two counties. After more than ten years, the Sixth Patriarch went to Faxing Temple (i.e. Guangxiao Temple) in Guangzhou and met two monks.
Regarding the movement of wind flags, "one says the wind moves, the other says the flags move." Huineng said, "It's not the wind that moves, it's not the flags that move, it's the heart of a benevolent person that moves."
At that time, Master Yin Zong, the abbot of Faxing Temple, heard about his extraordinary words and knew that he was the person who inherited the teachings of Huangmei's Fifth Patriarch. He asked him to appear in his mantle and summoned the top ten lawyers in the country to ordain him under the bodhi tree on the 15th day of the first lunar month of the following year.
In order to commemorate the ordination of the Sixth Patriarch of Zen Buddhism, Master Huineng, the abbot, Seng Facai, raised funds to build this hair pagoda here. It was completed on the eighth day of April in the same year. The abbot, Seng Fa, immediately hid the hair of the Sixth Patriarch under a tree.
Nowadays, the Pagoda is old and mottled, and the Bodhi branches are lush. Yan's father looked up as Jiang Wen said. For a moment, the shadows of the trees on the pagoda were reflected in the blue sky with white clouds. The bells on the eaves were ringing quietly, and the pagoda was in the air.
Suddenly there was a shadow of a figure sitting cross-legged among the drifting sea of clouds. Sure enough, it had an indescribable sense of coming out of the world. He then slowly closed his mouth and his mood gradually calmed down.
"Master Jiang, what you said is indeed true. This tree seems to make people feel better..."
Guangxiao Temple has a long history, and every plant and tree has its own allusions. Even the ancient Bodhi tree they are leaning against is the Tripitaka of wisdom medicines that came to Guangzhou from West India in the first year of Tianjian, the reign of Emperor Wu of Liang Dynasty in the Southern Dynasty, and sought out the Buddhist scriptures in Faxing Temple.
Planted with his own hands in front of the ordination altar built by Tuoluo.
It is said that when he planted the Bodhi tree, he made a prophecy: "One hundred and seventy years after I pass, a physical Bodhisattva will perform the superior vehicle under this tree and save countless people." And his prophecy really came true, one hundred and seventy-four years later.
Later that year, the Sixth Patriarch Huineng shaved his hair and received ordination under this Bodhi tree. Later, he opened the Dongshan Dharma Gate and promoted the theory of sudden enlightenment he founded for the first time.
Father Yan sat under the tree and squinted his eyes with a smile, like an old farmer taking a nap in the wheat field. "Old man, I can't explain anything. I just feel that my heart, which has been bored for days, feels a lot more relaxed. Could it be that the Sixth Patriarch left it behind?"
The dharma nature below helped me eliminate my troubles?"
"How do you say this? Uncle Yan, what are you worried about?" Jiang Wen asked curiously.
"My daughter has been stubborn since she was a child, and she only accepts death when doing things."
Father Yan sighed slightly, "I was able to risk my life and take her out of Guangdong, but now that I am old and frail, I can no longer help her if something happens again. I am always worried about what will happen a hundred years from now."
What's the matter..."
There is one sentence that Yan's father has not fully said, which is that if Yan Yongchun continues to practice martial arts like this, he will never find his husband's family in the future. He can't really follow the five masters to become a nun in the mountains.
"Uncle Yan, as the saying goes, children and grandchildren will have their own blessings. I think Miss Yan is a person with great wisdom and great blessings. You might as well relax and let her go ahead on her own."
Jiang Wen still said absently: "Hey, I still envy your life, Uncle Yan. Sometimes I wonder if I should retire so early. It would be great to live in seclusion in the woods and springs, and be free and happy..."
Father Yan glanced at Jiang Wen inexplicably, "Master Jiang, how could you say such a thing at your age? You are so big in the world that you don't want to make a living, but you learn to amuse yourself like an old man like me?"
Jiang Wen wanted to say something else, but another tall man with high arrogance had already walked into Guangxiao Temple. He walked in front of the two of them in three steps and two steps at a time - he saw that his clothes were quite decent, except for his messy hair, which he also wore.
A nondescript little hat.
"Master Jiang, since you asked Fan to go to Guangxiao Temple for a while, why did you hide under the tree by yourself?"
Fan Xinghan, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, looked at Jiang Wen with a wry smile. He also reached out to pull Jiang Wen up from the ground, but instead he was dragged to the foot of the tree and sat down.
"Gang Leader Fan, this is your fault. Master Huineng, the Sixth Patriarch, said it here at the beginning, let alone the flags moving and the wind moving, it is just the heart of a benevolent person."
Jiang Wen said slowly and naturally, "Jiang has been sitting here waiting for you for a long time, and you have successfully found me. Why do you insist on thinking that I have broken the appointment? This is obviously because you are unwilling to keep the appointment."
Jiang Wen stretched out his hand to hold his shoulders and continued speaking forcefully.
"Gang Leader Fan, this place is quite Zen-like. If you don't believe it, you can experience it for yourself. If you miss it, don't tell me, brother, I won't share good things with you."
Fan Xinghan sat down against the tree in disbelief, only to hear the shadows of the trees whistling in the wind. The midday sun shone in through the gaps in the branches, and was finely sifted into a mottled mixture of light yellow and gray black, falling lightly on the bluestone road.
It's like some mysterious and weird patterns that change with the wind, making people fascinated and speechless, and they can't help but feel something.
"The world is impermanent, the world is impermanent..."
Fan Xinghan muttered repeatedly, but finally did not get up, and the group squatting majestically under the tree now reduced to three people.
"Gang Leader Fan, as the saying goes, hardness cannot last forever, and softness cannot be maintained. How can you do such a turbulent life every day? You still have to combine work and rest."
Jiang Wen continued slowly, "To be honest, I went to the Nanhai Ancient Temple two days ago, and everyone in the village said they had never seen General Wu Liuqi going to sea. There were many strange things in the sea there, and even the imperial navy was defeated.
Shensha, I don’t think it’s possible that he went there.”
The matter with Guandi has not yet been resolved, so Fan Xinghan has been keeping an eye on Wu Liuqi's whereabouts. Now that Jiang Wen has ruled out the possibility of him going to sea from the south, Fan Xinghan can't help but wonder: "It's not from the south. Could it be that he really came from the northwest?"
Going? To the northwest, you don’t go into the sea, but into the mountains..."
But the next second, he rejected the idea out loud.
"No, it's impossible to go to Guangxi. It borders the territory of Pingxi King Wu Sangui, and the court can only regard Guangxi as a barrier between the two vassals. How could Wu Liuqi, a general from Pingnan Prince's palace, dare to go into such a dragon pool and a tiger's den?
Break into.”
Jiang Wen smiled and said to Fan Xinghan with interest: "I didn't expect you, Gang Leader Fan, to have such an understanding of the general trend of the world. This really makes me admire you!"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Fan Xinghan said nervously: "Master Jiang, please stop teasing me. Although I am just a member of the Beggar Clan, I am in the rivers and lakes. How can I know nothing about the court?"
I know. This time the imperial court entrusts four alliance leaders, the four major sects, the southeast, northwest, and southeast. It is obvious that they want to extend their hands into the world."
Jiang Wen nodded slowly: "Yes, this trick is no more than enfeoffing the princes of the rivers and lakes, and dividing the three vassals. Once the situation is completed, no one in the rivers and lakes can escape the rule of law."
For a weak monarch, enfeoffing the princes is like drinking poison to quench thirst, which can easily lead to the separatist situation of vassal towns in the late Tang Dynasty. However, if the imperial court is extremely strong, there is no need to worry too much about creating vassal towns. When it is enough to subdue the four fields, the four forces will naturally be calm.
Ziyan.
Unfortunately, it is the second situation now. The Qing court, which was lucky enough to enter the customs, has been working hard for more than ten years. Last year, it not only defeated the cooperation of Zheng Chenggong and Zhang Huangyan, but also fought a bloody battle with Li Dingguo at Mopan Mountain, draining the last power of the small court of Nanming.
of blood.
At this time, whether it was the small victory of the Tiandihui in Wuyi Mountain or Zhao Wuji's brilliant move in Fuzhou City, they could not conceal the increasingly prosperous trend of the Qing court. The opponents who had competed for the world had long been left behind. Even if Zhang Huangyan teamed up with Li Zicheng's remaining Kui
The Thirteenth Family of the East, Emperor Yongli and Zhang Xianzhong's adopted sons worked together, but failed to reverse the trend and change their fate.
Therefore, everyone can see that the threat to the Qing court at this time is no longer Li Chuang's remnants of the party and the small court of Nanming, but the San Francisco that was originally established to clean up the Central Plains. Once these problems are eliminated, there will no longer be anyone in the world.
Can withstand the iron hoof of the Eight Banners.
Fan Xinghan took off the weird little hat on his head, revealing his messy hair - if a beggar like him didn't hide it, he might not even be able to get in through the temple gate. "Master Jiang, I think it will never be possible to make a comeback in the future. Just
Like this Shaolin retreat in the south of Guangzhou City, martial arts people from all over the world came to congratulate the old hero Luo for washing his hands in the golden basin. Peace will always be the most important thing in the world - maybe there will soon be a group of people in this world who go to the countryside to live in seclusion."
When the topic reached this point, Jiang Wen couldn't help but bring up what he had just thought.
"Gang Leader Fan, if that day comes, can't I sue Lao Shanlin and quit the swordsmanship? I would like to see how seniors like Luo Yuantong withdraw from the world."
One can never withdraw from the Jianghu, but there is a group of people in the Jianghu who are called Jianghu elders.
They may have unique achievements in martial arts, or they may be highly respected, or they may have extensive connections all over the world, or they may be too senior to fight with others. At this time, they will announce that they will quit fighting in the world, and only rely on their reputation and favors to travel around the world, doing some unscrupulous things.
For sinners, this is the best destination for Lao Jianghu.
For example, Wang Weiyang, the master of the Bagua Sect who had voluntarily refused the title of leader of the Green Forest Alliance from the Qing Dynasty in Heshuo, used this method to stay away from disputes and passed the position of sect leader to his disciple Shang Jianming.
Apprentice, I have retired.
"Haha, Master Jiang, I heard recently that your Wuyi sect has become famous. It doesn't sound like you want to wash your hands in a golden basin."
Fan Xinghan laughed loudly and said, obviously he has been interested in inquiring about Jiang Wen recently, "Although Fan is weak and weak, I have the duty to spread your chivalrous and benevolent style."
Jiang Wen smiled slightly and said with a sigh: "I am just paving the way for my apprentices. One day they can take charge of their own business, and I can let go."
Before he finished speaking, he heard a young novice monk burst in through the empty courtyard door, driving away the three people under the tree with a worried look on his face.
"How can you three sit here? Come on, go on, this is where my master meditates!"
When Yan's father and Fan Xinghan heard this, they smiled bitterly and stood up to give up their seats. After all, they were on someone else's territory. It would be bad if they really didn't follow the rules.
"Little Master, this is your fault. The Sixth Patriarch Huineng said it here at the beginning, let alone the flags moving and the wind moving, it is just the heart of a benevolent person."
But Jiang Wen glanced at it and said slowly, "It's so spacious under the Bodhi tree. The three of us here are like an extra weed growing under the tree. Young Master, you said we occupied the spot. Could it be that your master is practicing Zen?"
No matter how much grass grows in the place, you have to get rid of it. Do you have to have no grass growing in order to meditate and realize the Tao?"
Being robbed by Jiang Wen for a while, the little novice monk couldn't help but blush with anger, but he couldn't drive them away naturally. Fortunately, another voice sounded at this time.
"Can the three donors and the poor monk also meditate together under the tree?"
A gray-robed monk with a shiny forehead and protruding forehead bones suddenly appeared and drove away the young novice monk. Wearing the ordinary cassocks worn by lower-level monks, he walked straight up to Jiang Wen and his entourage and asked politely,
He expressed that he also wanted to sit here.
Jiang Wen lazily raised his hand: "Master, you can do whatever you want, the location here is quite spacious."
After getting the answer, the great monk sat down cross-legged expressionlessly, then leaned against the Bodhi tree with his eyes closed and chanted sutras, turning a deaf ear to the chatter of Jiang Wen and the others.
"This master, you haven't asked for your Dharma title yet?"
Seeing that he had secured his position and won, Jiang Wencai asked casually.
"The poor monk's dharma name is natural."
After hearing this, Yan's father stood up suddenly and said to the gray-robed monk: "You... you are the abbot of Guangxiao Temple, Master Natural? We are disrespectful and mistakenly occupy the treasure tree. Please forgive me!"
After saying that, he pulled Jiang Wen to get up, but the monk took the initiative to stop him.
"Amitabha, the poor monk, was invited by Taoist and secular people led by Chen Zizhuang to perform the Dharma here when he returned to Guangzhou from Lushan in the 15th year of Chongzhen's reign."
The gray-robed monk's expression showed no change, neither angry nor happy. The Bodhi tree in his eyes did not have a beautiful scene of colorful flowers, nor was it a comfortable place where the heat and coolness were pleasant. All he could see was looking down into the pond.
A falling shadow.
"As this benefactor said, a poor monk is just an ordinary plant growing under a tree due to the consequences of karma. They only come early and come late. Donor, you know that I am a natural monk but I have to avoid three homes. It is difficult for me to be a monk.
Isn’t it like a poor monk who has been practicing Buddhism for decades, only to end up with not even a blade of grass growing around him?”
After saying that, he stood up first and walked out of the door with a heavy sigh.
Yan's father stood there confused, but Jiang Wen also slowly stood up, with a glint in his eyes.
"Now I understand, he really took in people from Southern Shaolin..."