The 19th Chapter: King and minister travel together at Baiyun Temple
Kangxi led Wei Dongting and Ban Bu Shan to ride horses outside the Xibian Gate. Baiyun Temple was already in sight. Ban Bu Shan smiled and said: "Long live, this is the end of Yin Dynasty, and it is not the day of society. The three of us, master and slave, are here in this desolate place." The horses galloped side by side in the hazel field and the wormwood. Those who knew it said we were going for fun, but those who didn't knew thought we were thieves!" Kangxi reined in his horse and looked around the fields. Sure enough, it was a desolate and cold desert. Then he smiled and said: "The thieves and the emperor are just the same. We are so far apart. If you adhere to the royal way, you will be the emperor; if you enter the evil way, you will become a traitor; if you enter the evil way, you will become a thieves."
After listening to this, Bumble was startled for a moment, then giggled and said, "Master is so advanced in knowledge and quick in thinking, and my slaves can't match it."
Wei Dongting didn't want to listen to the two of them talking and joking. He only paid attention to the movements around him. From a distance, he saw Hao Laosi and a group of people pretending to be poor grass cutters and firewood sellers and were cutting thorns nearby. Knowing that the arrangements had been made, he said with a smile. : "Long live Lord, we're going to Baiyun Temple ahead."
Kangxi took a look and saw that the mountain gate stood faintly among the clouds and trees. He turned over and dismounted and said: "Let's not be robbers anymore, let's just be tourists. Riding horses into the temple is not very respectful." At this time, more than a dozen people The guards dressed in long retinues had just arrived with wine and food utensils. The three of them handed the reins to a guard and walked towards the mountain gate.
Baiyun Temple is located three or four miles outside Xibian Gate. It was originally the "immortal palace" where Qiu Chuji, the leader of the Quanzhen sect of Taoism, was worshiped during the Jin and Yuan Dynasties. Huang Guan changed this side view to a view and named it "White Cloud", which means Taoist riding a yellow crane and riding a white cloud.
In the early days of the Qing Dynasty, when the army was in Beijing, a fire broke out outside the Xibian Gate. Hundreds of palaces and cottages, as well as thousands of nearby houses, were burned to the ground. Piles of rubble and clumps of basil six or seven feet high appeared in the courtyard, which made it look very quiet. Desolate. The only remaining worship hall and the clay sculptures under the east corridor give people an unfathomable sense of mystery. The clay sculptures drawn according to the story of "Journey to the West" attract tourists and pilgrims.
Banbulshan looked around and saw that there were few people around. He thought to himself: There are dozens of famous temples and temples in and around Beijing, and Baiyun Temple is the most dilapidated one. It is incredible to choose such a place to visit. Yesterday Wei Dongting went there When delivering the edict, he guessed Kangxi's thoughts. He also wanted to know what the child emperor thought of him. - Just as he was stunned, he saw that Kangxi had entered the mountain gate and was looking up and down next to a golden incense tripod. He hurriedly hurried He came over and smiled and said: "The couplet on the mountain gate is quite good, 'Revere heaven and love the people to govern the country, be kind, frugal and quiet to cultivate one's moral character.' The former Ming Dynasty Emperor Zhengde wrote this with a very good character."
Kangxi did not answer, but looked around the six-foot-tall cauldron carefully.
Speaking of this incense cauldron, there is also a legend. It is said that when the incense was strong, the Taoist boy only had to get up in the morning to burn incense and make fire. No manpower was needed. After a while, the mountain gate would open by itself. At dusk, water would be stored in the cauldron. , the mountain gate closed on its own. In fact, even the little Taoist priests did not know that the Xiangding and the mountain gate were related. People spread rumors and were convinced that the Taoist priest of Baiyun Temple was in charge of the Nine Heavens Talisman, and all these temple affairs were handled by gods. Therefore, although the temple It's so decadent that even the most greedy of money dare not touch it.
Kangxi knocked the cauldron with his hand and said with a smile: "It's a pity that Ao Zhongtang was not invited to come with him. He has the power to lift the mountain and carry the cauldron. Can you tell me whether he can move the cauldron?" After that, he glanced at Banbulshan. One glance.
This question is too explicit. It turns out that ever since Yu established a cauldron in each of the nine states in the world, striving for the throne has become synonymous with usurping the country. In the third year of King Xuan of Zhou Dynasty, Chuzi helped the emperor to conquer Lu Hun. After the victory, he went to Jinki in Luoyang
During the military parade, Chuzi took the opportunity to ask Wangsun about the size of the Nine Cauldrons in Mantai Temple, intending to occupy it. At this time, Kangxi introduced this canon, which naturally had the effect of knocking mountains and shaking tigers. Bambul has no books and has not read, how can he not know this canon? I just thought that
It was quite difficult to deal with it. After hesitating for a moment, Fang Gan laughed and said, "This cauldron may weigh two thousand kilograms. Even if you come from Aozhongtang, you may not be able to move it."
"Buddha of Infinite Life!" While the three of them were looking at the cauldron, an old Taoist priest in his fifties came out from the east wing of the Tai Chi Hall at the back, cupped his hands and said, "Buddha, laymen! It's rare to be so pious and come so early. Looking at the front
The house is already deserted, but the back is still clean. Please come in and have some tea!" The three of them hurriedly turned around to greet you, and Wei Dongting said: "Master Taoist, please help yourself. Let's pay our respects in front first, and then go to the back later!"
"He's here to beg us for alms." Wei Dongting saw the old Taoist leaving and said with a smile, "Except for collecting some incense money on the first and fifteenth day of the Lunar New Year, there are rarely pilgrims coming on weekdays. Seeing a few of us here,
You are all dressed up in wealth and wealth, how can you easily let go of this awesome nose!"
Kangxi patted himself and said with a smile: "Unfortunately, I didn't bring any money with me today!" Banbulshan hurriedly took out a fifty-tael silver coin from his sleeve and said with a smile: "I don't dare to compare myself with Long Live Lord.
Wherever you go, you must take some money with you."
"It's a pity that it's too big," Wei Dongting said. "One tael of silver can buy one hundred and thirty kilograms of fine white rice. Giving too much will make people suspicious." He took the silver and held it in his hand, clasping his palms together.
, with a "bang" sound, the silver had already been broken into two pieces. - He threw the big piece back to Banbulshan, weighed the small piece and said: "I'm afraid there are twenty taels, this is already considered a wealthy pilgrim.
Seeing that his kung fu was so good, Bambul Shan couldn't help but be horrified and a little more wary. He smiled and said: "Hu Chen's move is not possible without the strength of a thousand catties, but this is not a Lintong fight."
Bao, why is this necessary?"
Kangxi invited Bambul Shan here today just to check him out - is he his brother after all - in the hope that he would realize his regrets. There is no one here, so if you still remember the brotherhood and make peace with each other, that's all.
Unexpectedly, Ban Bulshan was just pretending to be stupid, so he realized that the problem was not that simple. He couldn't help but feel a little irritated, and said: "I've seen this tripod, and there is something about Monk Tang's Eighty-one Difficulties in Obtaining Sutras under the corridor.
Most of the clay sculpture stories have been destroyed, and I don’t know what happened to the rest, so let’s take a look.”
Banbul was good at observing faces and knew Kangxi's intention, so he sneered in his heart. Just as he was about to speak, he saw a little Taoist priest coming over, holding a tea tray covered with earthy yellow rice noodles in his hand, with three cups of tea still steaming on it.
, then he said with a smile: "Huchen, I have agreed to your words, send the money quickly!" Then he left and followed Kangxi to the east corridor to read the story.
Here Wei Dongting put the silver on the tea tray and said with a smile: "Xiao Xiang, we don't need tea, you can take this silver!" After saying that, he was about to return to Kangxi, but saw Wu Ciyou holding up the front of his gown and walking up the stairs with great interest.
Then he went up and walked around the golden cauldron, carefully considering it. Aunt Sumala followed closely, but she seemed a little distracted, looking around. Wei Dongting was suddenly startled, and looked back to see Kangxi and Bambul Shanzheng appraising the statues one by one.
, then retreated quietly. Aunt Sumala had already seen it, leaving Wu Ciyou behind, and came over pretending not to care.
"My aunt!" The two of them turned back to the ruins of the west corridor. Wei Dongting complained in a low voice, "What kind of mission is this? We are dealing with a devil here, why did you bring another Taibaijinxing? What's the matter?
manage?"
"You're right!" Aunt Sumala said, "People from the Suo Mansion have been mobilized to guard the area around here, and they are almost empty. If he comes, whose family's memorial tablet do I belong to, who can stop him?"
?You don’t want to think of anything quickly, you just complain!”
Wei Dongting frowned and said for a long time: "Now that he's here, make peace with him. Just hiding is not an option. It's not important to just meet him." Aunt Sumala said, "I'm afraid this fool will shout out at the top of his voice."
"Long'er, what should I do?" Wei Dongting said with a smile: "The worst thing is that it has been revealed - just be quiet, be alert, and follow my eyes."
After saying that, Wei Dongting left in a hurry. From a distance, he heard Kangxi talking and laughing: "This Qiu Chuji is also making trouble out of nothing. A Taoist with an arrogant nose talks about monks and writes a 'Going to the West for Buddhist Scriptures'. Later generations still come up with these stories, which are neither fish nor fowl."
The earth is placed in this Sanqing Taoist temple." Bambul smiled kindly and said: "Yes, if this temple is rebuilt in the future, it is better not to have these stories." After Wei Dongting heard this, he hurriedly said: "Speaking of 'Journey to the West', I also heard
I made a joke - when I entered the Pass, the troops came to Hejian Mansion. The people in the city wanted to avoid the disaster of the army, so they left. There was an old man who looked at the doorman before going out and sighed: "Yu Chi Jingde, Qin Shubao has a
Now, the world will not be in such chaos." It happened that the neighbor was an old scholar from Sanjia Village. After hearing this, he pouted his beard and said: "The door god is Tu Yulei! Qin Shubao and the others were made up by old man Qiu Chuji. You
I believe it!' The old man refused to accept it and brought out "Journey to the West". The scholar then took out "Fengshen" and argued with him. They continued to argue until dark and the city gate was closed. The next day the soldiers broke through the city and both of them were
Died in the chaos."
Bambul laughed loudly when he heard this, but Kangxi saw Wu Ciyou and Sumala Auntie coming towards them from a distance. He was worried and kept giving Wei Dongting a look. Wei Dongting was talking enthusiastically when he saw Wu Ciyou approaching and hurriedly
Pretending to be surprised, he said: "Ah! What a coincidence. Isn't this Zhu Biaotai? I'm so glad to meet you!"
Wu Ci's friend was startled and was about to speak. Wei Dongting turned around and took Kangxi and introduced him: "These two are both working in front of Aozhong Hall. This is Brother Zhen Longming, and this is Jia Zicai. We haven't seen each other for many days. It's a rare coincidence today."
, touched completely——" When it comes to this, Wu Ciyou is as smart as a piece of wood. Listening to the two names made up by Wei Dongtingsheng, Aunt Sumala wanted to laugh but didn't dare, but Wu Ciyou helped her.
"Wan Niang, haven't you met the three masters yet?" Aunt Sumala stepped forward and said three blessings with a smile.
Bambulshan didn't see anything strange. He only felt that the two names he assigned seemed ironic. He looked at Wan Niang carefully and felt that she looked familiar, but he could no longer think of Sumala girl. He could only say with a smile but not a smile.
"I've admired you for a long time! How about we walk together?" Wu Ciyou smiled and said: "Since we are friends on the stage, we will naturally go together." But he was full of doubts in his heart.
The crisis of being exposed was temporarily resolved. Kangxi slowly let go of his worries. He now looked calm and asked Wu Ciyou with a smile: "Mr. Zhu, do you think this story is well done?"
"It is said that "Journey to the West" is the work of later generations who pretended to be Tuoqiu Changchun," Wu Ciyou said, "Even if it is true, what is the point of praising a monk in a Taoist temple?"
It is really unheard of that "Journey to the West" was actually a work of false trust. Kangxi asked hurriedly: "Sir, this is something that no one has said before. How can we know that "Journey to the West" was not written by Qiu Changchun?"
Wu Ciyou laughed and said: "Why do you need to look elsewhere? Just read the text of "Journey to the West" and you will know - the Jin Yiwei in the Sacrifice Sai Kingdom, the Ceremony Supervisor in the Zhu Zi Kingdom, the Dongcheng Soldiers and Horses Division in the Extermination of France, and Emperor Taizong of the Tang Dynasty
The Imperial Academy and the Hanlin Academy were all established before the Ming Dynasty. Where did Qiu Chuji fabricate these?"
When Wei Dongting saw Wu Ciyou talking, he was afraid that he would not finish it, so he took the opportunity to interrupt and said: "Zhu Biao, how can you stand here and talk? Why don't we go to the broken pavilion over there, where there are ready-made wine and food, and compose poems there?
Are you joking?" Kangxi had already talked a lot with Bambulshan. Although he was disappointed, he still wanted to test it again, so he smiled and said: "Okay, just follow Hu Chen!" Several guards who were carrying wine and food did not wait for orders.
Went there early to get settled.
After reading the story of "Journey to the West" for a while, listening to Wu Ciyou's eloquent remarks, and playing with ghosts and gods in the worship hall for half a day, it was already noon before I knew it. The autumn wind rolled up the dark clouds and gradually covered them, and the muddy sky
The yellow sun was eclipsed in the flying clouds. In the broken pavilion, these tourists with different minds and different interests were brought together by chance and fate to drink and write poems, and they all silently watched the changing cloud shadows in the clear bottom of the pool.
, searching for good sentences thoughtfully.
A carp jumped up, flipped around in the pond, and sank to the bottom with a "dong" sound. Kangxi began to chant slightly:
The sword pond has brocade scales leaping into cloud shadows,
Wu Ciyou said "Okay!" and hurriedly continued:
It breaks through the autumn sky and is about to emerge.
Wei Dongting said "I'm showing off my ugliness" and then chanted:
In order to ask about the creation number of Tianque,
Banbulshan pondered for a long time before continuing:
Draw chaos and clear waves towards the golden dragon!
Kangxi applauded, but Wu Ciyou said: "The poem is bad, but the last sentence is just a cliché of praising saints. This is not a strategy for the Golden Palace. Where is the golden dragon?"
When Aunt Sumala heard what Wu Ciyou said, she glanced at Kangxi worriedly, but Kangxi didn't care. The rare book of Banbur was suspicious of Wu Ciyou's origin, and she couldn't help but feel relieved. She thought to herself: "I am really suspicious. If the person named Zhu knows this person,
Son, how dare you say such a thing?" Then he smiled and said: "Mr. Zhu's teaching is correct. It's just that scholars and people should be as beautiful as kings and relatives. The rest is not what we dare to imitate." Wu Ciyou said with a smile: "This is indeed true.
However, there are so many poems from ancient times to the present. If they are really praising the beauty of kings and relatives, how can we read them? The important thing is that the emotion comes from the heart, the aspirations come from the words, or they are sent to the mountains and rivers, or they are entrusted to the flowers and the moon - the holy way
It’s so big, how can it be restricted to one area?”
After this talk and the previous lectures, Bumble knew that he was no match for him, so he laughed it off. Wu Ciyou was still excited, took a sip of wine, and leaned on the railing and recited:
When climbing a mountain and walking by the water to see off the returnees, who would say that Song Yuqiu was sad for the visitors.
Sit and watch the white clouds and think about the strong wind, then listen to the faint singing of the red leaves.
The cuckoo sings in the spring mountain and never returns, and the fishing rod hangs down in the cold rain on the Sejiang River.
When a noble man hears the crow of a cock, he chants "The geese are flying south!"
As soon as the words fell, Kangxi praised continuously: "This is poetry, and today's trip to watch the white clouds is not in vain!" Aunt Sumala listened but said nothing, with crystal tears rolling in her eyes, she was afraid that others would see her, so she hurriedly wiped them away.
Already.
Wei Dongting saw Banbulshan staring at Wu Ciyou and knew that he was suspicious, so he smiled and said: "Zhu Biaotai is showing off his pride again. But we are just playing tricks today. We are pretending to be full of white clouds and gale, can you go back?"
Blame me?"
Kangxi laughed loudly after hearing this: "It turns out that tiger ministers also make jokes sometimes - what do you do?" Wei Dongting laughed and said: "Why don't you tell a joke? Whoever tells a bad story will be punished with a drink!"
"Okay!" Banbulshan said with a smile, "Let me tell you first--a scholar died and went to see the King of Hell. The King of Hell accidentally farted. The scholar presented a piece of "Fart Fu" and said: "Your Majesty Fu Wei, Gao Gao
The Golden Buttocks, Hongxuan Baoqi, the faint sound of silk and bamboo, and the smell of musk orchid. I am standing in the lower wind, and I can't bear the sweet fragrance! 'The King of Hell was overjoyed, and he was given one more year to live and let him return to the sun. After twelve years, he will meet the King of Hell again.
The scholar arrogantly walked up to the Senluo Hall, but the King of Hell forgot about him and asked him who he was. The kid replied: 'He is the scholar who made such a fuss that year!'"
As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Ciyou laughed loudly: "This Mr. Jia Zicai is a real celebrity. He can scold all the sycophants in the world with just one word!" Kangxi couldn't help but laugh at first. When he thought about it carefully, he couldn't help but get angry and secretly said: "I'm rude, a slave!"
But the superior did not bring it out, and only said: "Hu minister, it's time to listen to you."
Wei Dongting pondered for a long time and then said: "I will tell you a story just now - there was a man named Chen Quan in the previous Ming Dynasty, who was a very talented and learned wanderer. One day when he was traveling, he accidentally entered the imperial garden hunting ground and was killed by a man.
The eunuch took it. The eunuch said: "You are Chen Quan. I heard that you are good at joking. If you say one word and you can make me laugh, I will let you go." Chen Quan replied: "Fart!" The eunuch couldn't help but be stunned.
, asked: 'How do you say this?' Chen Quandao: 'It is up to the father-in-law to release it, and it is up to the father-in-law not to release it.'"
Everyone clapped and laughed after hearing this. Wu Ciyou laughed so hard that he said: "I also have one - there is a wealthy family who was originally a singer. After his mother died, he asked someone to write a memorial tablet. It must be grand and carry a memorial tablet."
The word "Qinfeng" cannot be distorted. It cost a thousand taels of silver and no one could write it. A scholar - the one Mr. Jia just talked about - was very poor and bored, so he accepted the job and went up to write the big calligraphy.
:'He was granted the title of Bachelor of the Cabinet, Governor of Guangdong and Guangxi, and the title of Minister of the Ministry of Civil Affairs, and received the spiritual throne of Aunt Liu next door to the minister of bodyguard, Prince Shaobao, and the servant of Wang Fuxiang.'"
Everyone burst into laughter after hearing this, and even Aunt Suma who was standing next to her couldn't help laughing out loud. Kangxi said: "I also have one - the family wants to live in a good house, so they sold their land and stored grain."
, and borrowed money, it was finally built, but he couldn't even eat. One of his friends came in and looked at it with a raised face and said: "This house is well built, but it owes two beams." He asked him what he was doing.
My friend laughed and said: 'Don't think about one thing and don't consider the other!'"
After telling this story, no one else laughed except Wei Dongting who smiled slightly. Wu Ciyou laughed and said: "This story is more persuasive than satirical and did not make everyone laugh. Mr. Zhen should be punished with a drink!" Kangxi had to drink with a smile.
Listening to these jokes, Burshan seemed to have some thorns in them, but he couldn't say them out. He cursed Wei Dongting secretly: "I don't know where to get a wild scholar." But he laughed and said: "I also told you about a scholar: there is a scholar.
A scholar retired and returned to his hometown. He made a plaque on which he wrote the words "Wenxian Family". A scoundrel pasted the word "Wen" a little bit on top of it at night, turning it into "Youxian Family". This family has a big family.
Angry, he tore it off. Unexpectedly, after one night, the dots on "文" and "家" were gone, and it turned into "another world tomb". He took it off, wiped it clean and hung it up, and the next day "文"
and 'home' have been blurred, leaving only the word 'dedicated to the world'..."
Before he even finished telling his joke, everyone fell down laughing. Wei Dongting said: "Mr. Jia's joke is really good, and he deserves a glass of wine!"
Bumble drank it with a smile and asked: "Is Hu Chen still good?"
Wei Dongting said with a smile: "Although I am uneducated and incompetent, I have a lot of jokes - a short-sighted man picked up a firecracker on the road during the Chinese New Year. He didn't know what it was, so he leaned against the candle to look at it. Without thinking, he lit up the firecracker.
"My son, it exploded in my hand with a 'bang' sound. A deaf man next to me saw it clearly and asked: 'What was I just holding in my hand? Why did it fall apart when it was so good?'"
Everyone was reminiscing, and Wu Ciyou laughed early and stood up and said: "It's really you, Huchen! I've been out for a long time, and I still have something to do, so why not just let the blind man shoot the cannon and the deaf man watch - let's leave today!" He turned around and called "Wan Niang"
”, and then went straight away with Aunt Sumala. (To be continued)
