"A virtuous person is easy to behave. He can do his best to serve his parents. (_) He can do his best to serve the king. When he is with his friends, he must be true to his word. Even if he says he has not learned it, I will definitely say he has learned it."
In the outer city of Qiankun Imperial Capital, in a dilapidated temple, the sound of Lang Lang's reading came from the sound. It could be said that the sound was sweet and majestic. A scholar in commoner clothes was seen, holding an ancient yellow scroll and shaking his head. Although the clothes on his body were patched,
He was very shabby, but the bookish aura about him made people dare not underestimate him.
A powerful statue of a powerful god is enshrined in a ruined temple. However, the temple is overgrown with weeds and moss. On the plaque leaning in front of the temple, three ancient characters can be faintly seen. This is exactly what the Panhuang Temple is enshrined in.
It was Panhuang who created the world at the beginning of time immemorial. As the world became desolate, even the Panhuang Temple became shabby. [bsp; "Boom"
Suddenly there was a loud thunder, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and a drizzle fell. The raindrops followed the holes in the ruined temple and fell into the temple. Suddenly, the whole temple began to accumulate water, but despite the rain falling, the scholar only had the only thought in his heart.
Thousands of ancient books and saints' teachings, completely forgetting everything around them.
When a drop of drizzle hit the scroll, the scholar hurriedly reacted, but did not care about himself. He first covered the yellowed ancient book with his sleeves, and then looked around blankly, as if looking for someone to hide from.
Where it rains, but with holes popping up everywhere in this ruined temple, where is there any dry soil?
But the scholar was not discouraged, but looked at the powerful statue of Panhuang. Isn't it a shelter under the big hands? If he were an ordinary person, he would have escaped long ago, but the scholar picked up the book basket
, carefully put the scroll in, and then put the basket into the big hand of the Panhuang statue.
He fell asleep in the rain, and then kowtowed in front of the statue of Panhuang, saying: "In the past, Panhuang Supreme had the power to open the sky, but the world today does not respect Panhuang Supreme, which is really treason. The sage said, the grace of dripping water will pour out.
The spring repays the favor, not to mention the grace of creation. I feel that the world only knows how to take, but does not know how to give. I cry out in sorrow, cry out in sorrow!!"
The scholar was talking about weeping bitterly, as if a loved one had passed away. The sadness was desolate in the rain. After a while, the scholar said again: "Under the heavy rain, the temples are in dilapidated buildings. Today, I am lucky to have a plate."
Under the protection of the emperor, if I succeed in my career in the future, I will definitely build a golden body for Supreme Panhuang and restore the majesty of creation to Supreme Panhuang."
After saying that, the scholar walked under Panhuang's big hand. He was already soaked to the skin, but he didn't care at all. Instead, he sat under Panhuang's big hand and took out a dry hard book from the basket.
The stuff looked like steamed buns. When he took a bite, he only heard a few gurgles, which was obviously because the steamed buns were hard.
Watching the heavy rain falling, the scholar raised his head, walked out of the shelter of his big hands, drank the rainwater, and felt so unhappy. Then he chewed a few mouthfuls, picked up the ancient scroll, and said softly: "This water is as good as fine wine."
Liquid and dried buns are better than flat peaches, and when the roc flaps its wings, they are better than carps and leaping dragons."
After saying that, the scholar recited the scroll again, and the loud voice even drowned out the sound of the rain. The scholar completely forgot about the surrounding scene, as if he had entered the world of books and the teachings of saints, and his body naturally felt
It exudes a kind of awe-inspiring aura. This aura of awe-inspiringness is much stronger than the green aura just now, as if a saint is coming to the dust.
What he didn't know was that the Panhuang statue behind him moved his eyes slightly, as if he was thinking about something, and then covered the scholar with his other hand, but the scholar was unaware of it and was completely selfless, and as the scholar moved
With the sound of chanting, the whole temple was surrounded by that awe-inspiring sound.
At this time, several people in several places in the imperial capital were watching, as if they wanted to observe something. It was obviously due to the awe-inspiring aura, but under the heavy thunderstorm, they did not dare to come in person.
The raindrops touched the awe-inspiring aura and turned into mist and disappeared. The scholar's clothes also began to dry. After an unknown period of time, the heavy rain began to stop. After the rain, a rainbow appeared and the sun shone brightly. The scholar also escaped from that state.
, but the Panhuang's big hand has long since returned, and only the other hand is left to cover the scholar.
"Yeah!" But when the scholar came back to his senses, he discovered something, because he saw that most of the surrounding area was wet and stagnant. Only when he sat down, the ground next to him was dry. When his eyes fell, the scholar's body was dry.
The awe-inspiring aura soared into the sky, seeming to overwhelm everything else.
"Thank you Supreme Panhuang for your protection. I will remember your kindness." The scholar kowtowed again. He obviously thought that Panhuang appeared and shielded him from the wind and rain.
"It's ridiculous that the world laments that the Supreme Being is ineffective, but they don't know that the Supreme Way is simple!" The scholar shook his head and sighed. He felt that what the world cares about is the present, and does not look at the long term. The world has always believed that Panhuang has never appeared except for opening the sky.
Yes, so I no longer offer incense to Panhuang.
But the world doesn’t know that Panhuang Kaitian died, and how could he manifest his spirit even if he even lost his life? He has been a blessing to the world, but the world only looks at what is in front of him, respecting the emperor and the holy king, but never respecting Panhuang as the supreme being.
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"What a great scholar. You are so attentive in reading, could it be that there is a golden house in the book, or there is a face like a yu in the book?" Suddenly a voice came.
The scholar couldn't help but was stunned and looked around, but he only heard his voice but could not see his person. However, the scholar was not in a hurry, as if he was not afraid of ghosts and gods, and said majesticly: "Who is the god who plays the naughty scholar in me?"
In the eyes of mortals, monks are naturally among the gods, and it is no secret. However, no matter which gods they meet, they always have an attitude of awe, but this scholar is completely different. Not only is he not afraid, but he has no respect at all.
Obviously he has great disdain for the gods and immortals.
"Oh, little scholar, you are so brave. Since you know that I am a god, why don't you kneel down? Why are you disrespectful?" The voice came again.
"Alchemists' Taoist methods are all small skills. There are thousands of methods in the book, and there are saints' ways in the book. I respect the saints and the three emperors of creation because of their contribution to creation and education. What merits do you have for me to respect?
?” The scholar spoke plausibly and was not afraid.
"Aren't you afraid that I will beat you to ashes in my anger?" The voice came again.
"Afraid! Why not be afraid!" The scholar said, "But I am afraid of losing my red heart. Between the big fear and the small fear, I choose the big fear. Although I cannot imitate the saints and sacrifice their lives for righteousness, I can keep my red heart forever. Fear
What’s the difference between not being afraid?”
"Okay, okay, I really saw the right person. It seems that your state of mind is stable, better than those so-called great monks." Suddenly, the voice said the word "good" three times in a row.
"You are!!!" The scholar immediately understood that he had met an expert.
"It doesn't matter who I am, you just need to know that I am here to help you get your name on the gold list!" the voice continued.
"Help me get named on the gold medal list?" The scholar was puzzled for a while, but also disgusted. He said disdainfully: "I have studied hard for ten years just for one day's fame. Even if I don't succeed, that's it. Why do you need to lie like this?
What’s the use of losing your original intention? Master, please leave.”
The scholar waved his sleeves as if to see off the guests, but after doing so he realized that this was a ruined temple, not his thatched cottage, so he laughed at himself and prepared to study hard again.
But the voice did not intend to leave, but said: "If you don't stand under the dangerous wall, if you go to the examination on weekdays, your literary talent will definitely be the top scorer in high school, and you can return home in glory one day, but it is different today. Many monks
Gathering in the imperial capital, there are three Confucian monarchs in the front who are preparing to write a letter to sell nn, and behind there are the prime ministers of the seven kingdoms of Middle-earth, and Su Muzhe is preparing to play in the world of mortals. Do you think you can still go to high school? "
As soon as these words came out, the scholar suddenly had a bitter look on his face. He was no longer as upright as before, and he felt a lot of resentment in his heart. Especially Qin Hao's words about "You don't stand under a dangerous wall" shocked him.
I thought to myself why I had been treated unfairly by these alchemists and Taoists for ten years.
"Is God blind?" the scholar asked, but there was no response from Tianji. He was not even qualified to offend Heaven.
"When I was fifteen, I was determined to learn; when I was thirty, I was established; when I was forty, I was not confused; when I was fifty, I knew the destiny of heaven; when I was sixty, my ears were attuned; when I was seventy, I followed my heart without going beyond the rules.
Yi Lao, you are still too young, why compare your own shortcomings with the strengths of others? If you could have their conditions, you would naturally soar into the sky and spread your wings, but it is a pity that you don’t. Since you know that the way of heaven is blind, why do you want to compare it with others?
How about standing on a dangerous wall and ruining your life?" The voice said again, every sentence is reasonable and every sentence is true.
What people are afraid of is taking the wrong path, using their own shortcomings to meet other people's strengths, only to be disgraced in the end, but not using their own strengths. This scholar has only lived in poverty for ten years, and no matter how talented he is, he can't compare to a Confucian scholar.
Those big disciples in én, any one of them has learned a lot and has practiced Taoism for hundreds of years, how can they compare?
Smart people often avoid their own shortcomings and use their strengths. This is your true path. If you block this road by yourself and use your shortcomings to touch other people's strengths, isn't this destroying your own life?
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It can be said that as long as you find your own strengths, everyone is a genius, but few people take the right path.
"Please sir, please clarify my doubts! How can I help you?" The scholar calmed down and finally let go of the stubbornness in his heart, because he knew that this voice was by no means an ordinary person, otherwise he would not speak the truth.
"If you want to solve your doubts, come to Hanshan Tower in the Imperial Capital. You will naturally see me." After saying this, the voice disappeared without a trace, but the scholar was shocked.
"I'm wandering around the world. I didn't expect that this expert is actually wandering around the world, and there was a thunderstorm just now!!!" The scholar was surprised. There are rumors among mortals that once encountering thundery weather, monks must avoid it.
You must not wander away from the sky, otherwise you will definitely die.
Then the scholar kowtowed to Panhuang a few more times, picked up his book basket, and headed towards the imperial capital. Apparently he wanted to find the owner of the voice to clarify his doubts: "This expert must be a learned senior, and he may even be a senior scholar."
Sage!!"
The scholar guessed the appearance of the voice and walked away boldly.
But not long after he left, a sudden ray of light appeared. This ray of light seemed like glass, and the fog was so heavy that it was difficult to see what it was.
"There is a purple-green color here, so there must be a saint's body coming out, but why can't he be seen?" In the glazed light, a figure flashed out, but it was blurry, as if he was thinking about something, and then he pinched his finger.
After calculating, he said: "The displacement of the saint is not my Confucian saint, but it is a late step!!!"