Wang Xu did not appear too sad about Xie Bi'an's death.
They are just ordinary friends, and death is not the end, it may be a new beginning.
However, this rain in early May is a bit confusing.
When it started to rain, there was no intention of stopping. It rained heavily or lightly all day long. I heard that the water had already formed into rivers in some places and flooded many places.
"Master, the rain is getting heavier and heavier. Two-fifths of the area where we are located, Jin'aojiao, has been flooded. If it continues like this, it will be submerged."
Wang Xu was standing in the rain pavilion watching the rain, when a student came to report it.
Seeing the panic and bewilderment of all the students, Wang Xu's face became ashen as water: "Whenever there is a moment of calmness in big events, how do I teach you?"
"Master, it's not that we are restless, but besides the academy, many people's families are also upset, and everyone is eager to return home." In the academy, there are students not only from Hangzhou, but also from other prefectures and counties.
I heard that it was raining all over Jiangnan. Many students from other places could not sit still and wanted to go back and have a look.
"The heavy rain has been falling continuously for more than half a month, and it looks like it will continue to rain for a while. Moreover, after heavy rain, it is often accompanied by plague and floods, resulting in reduced or no harvests, displacing people, and affecting no less than ten people.
There was a severe drought in the north a few years ago!"
Wang Xu frowned slightly and ordered Liu He who was standing next to him: "Bring me my pen, ink, paper and inkstone."
"Yes, Master..."
Although Liu He didn't know what Wang Xu was going to do, he still carried it out in a disciplined manner.
When Liu He got the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, Wang Xu had someone cut the rice paper into pieces the size of a palm.
Zhenshui!!
Wang Xu finished it in one go, mobilized his literary spirit, and wrote the word Zhenshui on the paper.
"You are eager to return home. As the master of the courtyard, I should not stop you from returning home to fulfill your filial piety. However, before leaving, each of you should bring a Zhenshui calligraphy book. This Zhenshui calligraphy book was written by me personally. It is comparable to the calligraphy treasures of great Confucian scholars.
Your home can prevent floods from invading, I hope you can make good use of it and protect your hometown."
There are currently only more than 200 students in Wang Xu's academy, and each one of them can only write a few hundred words.
At this time, Wang Xu was somewhat thankful that there were fewer people in the academy. Otherwise, if it were to be replaced by one of those large academies with tens of thousands of students, how long would it take to go there?
"Thank you, Master."
The students were all in high spirits. Most of them only had the reputation of being academics. It would be good to protect themselves, but how could they protect their family and the village?
Although Wang Xu said it was easy, in fact, this Zhenshui calligraphy book was enough to protect the surrounding area for several miles and wrap up a village.
In the face of floods, ordinary villages are swallowed up as soon as they say they are swallowed up. With a copybook like this, I wonder how many lives can be saved.
After writing more than two hundred copybooks in a row, Wang Xu's literary talent was somewhat exhausted.
However, he still persisted, because these two hundred copybooks represented the peace and prosperity of the country and the people of the country thousands of miles away, and the life and death of millions of people in Dawn.
If it can't be done, forget it. If it can be done, Wang Xu won't mind contributing.
"Take your luggage and copybooks and return home. You will come back when the flood recedes."
Wang Xu shook his aching hands, looked at the hundreds of students surrounding him, and said with a smile: "This heavy rain will not stop for a while. Go ahead, your families are waiting for you."
"Master, take care..."
The students said goodbye to Wang Xu one after another, packed their luggage and began to return home.
Wang Xu watched everyone leave, looked at the increasingly empty campus, and sighed: "Natural and man-made disasters, such troubled times!"
"Master, should we go back and take a look?"
After the students left, Liu He no longer called Wang Xu the master of the college, but instead called him "master".
Wang Xu shook his head slightly. He left a lot of cultural treasures at home, and with the Zhuangyuan Tower here, the flood would not invade the Wang family.
Compared to the Wang family, he was more concerned about Fahai's situation. Fahai said in his letter that he would come at the end of May. It was already mid-May, and he didn't know if the flood had affected his schedule.
I think it won't have much impact. A year ago, Fahai was able to kill a nearly fifth-level being. A year later, it should be even more powerful. No matter how powerful the flood was, he couldn't do anything to it.
I'm afraid that Fa Hai can't see the suffering of the people, braves his inner demons to save the people, and loses himself on the way.
"You guard the academy, I'll go outside and take a look."
Wang Xu ordered Liu He, stood up and walked into the rain.
"A short awning is tied in the shade of an ancient tree, and a staff and quinoa help me cross the east side of the bridge. The rain of apricot blossoms makes my clothes wet, and the willow wind blows on my face without chilling..."
Wang Xu recited poems while walking. When he walked into the rain, an awning appeared on his body and wood quinoa appeared on his hands, and he walked step by step into the wind and rain.
Zhenjiang Prefecture...
"Sister, in the land south of the Yangtze River, the rain here is the heaviest. There is a risk of the embankment bursting at the mouth of Zhenjiang at any time. Why don't you see the Zhenjiang prefect coming to control the water?"
"The prefect of Zhenjiang destroyed the branch of the White Lotus Sect some time ago, and both he and the leader of the White Lotus Sect were injured. I'm afraid he hasn't recovered from his injuries, so how can he take care of this."
"Then what should we do? The prefect of Zhenjiang is a great scholar. With him at the mouth of Zhenjiang, the embankment will not break. Without him, where can we find another great scholar who is willing to suppress the mouth of the river?"
The overflowing of rivers and lakes is the reincarnation of heaven. It is difficult to say whether it is a merit or demerit to suppress the rivers and forcibly calm the floods.
The scholar’s upper body is heaven and his heart, and the lower body is the people. Heaven is above and the people are below. This order of priority must be clearly distinguished.
What's more, it is the responsibility of the local magistrate to suppress the flooding of rivers if he is not in his position. It is too late for everyone to join the party and fight against differences. Who would be willing to intervene.
Never underestimate the viciousness of literati. The literati of the Song Dynasty would rather provide annual coins to Liao, Dali, and Xixia than use their finances for national defense and improve the status of soldiers. This can be seen from this.
The so-called "serving the public wholeheartedly" is just a slogan.
What is a slogan? It is for words, not for actions. Which dynasty has not been like this throughout the ages.
"Sister, the rain is getting heavier and heavier. Look at the riverside. There are several Jinshi who are controlling the water. They are not good at it."
At the mouth of Zhenjiang, there are several chief officials of the Zhenjiang Mansion who are controlling the water. Although these people are all Jinshi of the past dynasties, they are not Confucian scholars after all, and they cannot suppress Zhenjiang.
You should know that Zhenjiang Estuary is just a name, and it belongs to the Yangtze River Basin. The bursting of the Zhenjiang Estuary is equivalent to the flooding of the Yangtze River.
Even if a great Confucian came personally, it would not be easy to suppress Jiangkou, and it would be even harder to do so if he were a Jinshi.
"Sister, shall we take action?"
Over the Zhenjiang Estuary, looking at the crumbling river embankment, two figures, one white and one green, were hidden in the clouds.
After hearing her sister's words, the woman in white hesitated, as if it was difficult to make up her mind.
When the woman in green saw this, she stamped her feet angrily and said, "Sister, we have received enlightenment from Guanyin Bodhisattva. Didn't we agree to help the world and serve the people? You are the fourth-level quasi-demon king, and I am the fourth-level great demon. You and I
Snakes are also naturally good at water, so if we two sisters work together, the effect of controlling water may not be any worse than that of Da Ru."
"I'm about to make a breakthrough. It's okay if I can contain the water. If I can't contain it, I'll arouse the anger of heaven and people, and I'm afraid there's a danger of heaven's backlash."
The woman in white was hesitant, but her expression relaxed.
After a moment, the woman in white gritted her silver teeth and said: "The heavy rain has caused disasters, but we can't control it so much. Xiaoqing, you and I can use magic to control the water."
"Okay, I'm just waiting for your words."
The two of them stretched out their hands and pointed towards the river. The huge waves at Zhenjiang Estuary could be seen with the naked eye as the wind disappeared and the waves became less violent than before.
A group of officials from the Zhenjiang Prefecture on the riverside saw it and were overjoyed. They said loudly: "Is the person above the cloud a Taoist master or a Buddhist monk? Can you tell me your name? I will remember this kindness from the Zhenjiang Prefecture."
"Sister, they are asking our names!"
"Don't talk. If they find out that we are monsters, I'm afraid it will be difficult to be kind today."
When the girl in green saw it, she stuck out her tongue naughtily and followed her sister to calm down the water.
After a while, the suppressed river water began to rebound, roaring like an angry dragon.
"Oh, the force of the rebound is so strong, sister, I can't stand it anymore." The girl in green is just an ordinary fourth-level demon. How can she suppress Eguchi? After a while, she feels a little weak.
The woman in white had a troubled look on her face. She was still a human being and could not exert her full power. Facing Zhenjiang's counterattack was extremely dangerous.
And just when the two were unable to advance or retreat, an auspicious cloud fell from the sky.
"That's good, that's good. I didn't expect that there are such good monsters in the world. The two monsters of you are helping the people to control the water. Your great achievements make this young monk admire you."
The monk in white clothes came with a fly whisk in his hand and stepped on the auspicious clouds. He glanced at the two demons controlling the water, sat cross-legged on the clouds, pinched the mantra in his hands, and whispered: "Amitabha, natural disasters are inevitable for all mortals, but I, the Buddha, are merciful and compassionate.
, let the little monk help you escape from the sea of suffering."
After the monk in white clothes finished speaking, he swept the dust with his whisk whisk, and a golden light fell from the sky.
The surrounding cumulonimbus clouds immediately melted when encountering the Buddha's light. Without the blessing of the crazy rainstorm, the pressure at Zhenjiang Estuary was instantly reduced by three points.
"Wow, what an amazing monk, but why is he holding a fly whisk? Isn't that what a Taoist holds?" The girl in green clapped her hands repeatedly and shouted like she had never seen the world, which made the monk in white couldn't help but take a second look.
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"Xiao Qing, monks can also use whisks, just like Taoist priests can also knock wooden fish. Many of the magical tools and taboos of the two religions are the same." The woman in white explained, and the young monk nodded with a smile.
After smiling, the young monk stopped his smile, raised the golden bowl in his hand, and said in a deep voice: "The spring of nectar washes away the filth, the poplar branches spread lightly, and the sorrow is purged, collect it!"
Boom!!
Countless river waters rose into the sky and turned into a water dragon, rushing towards the golden bowl.
I don’t know what kind of magical weapon the golden bowl is. I let the river water enter it, but it doesn’t see the water filling up and overflowing.
A group of officials from the Zhenjiang Prefecture on the shore saw the situation and all wrote memorial articles to calm the river. They saw the spirit of the articles rising to the sky, constantly calming the anger of the river, and the continuously rising water level fell back for the first time.
"What an amazing monk! How old is he? He has actually entered the Arhat realm!" Seeing that the young monk's water control skills were even more powerful than the snake demon herself, the woman in white couldn't help but widen her eyes.
After all, she is a snake, and snakes belong to water, so they are naturally blessed with the water element.
The young monk's spells and water control effects are more powerful than hers, and he has probably entered the Arhat realm.
"Could it be that what lineage of contemporary Buddhists is this person from?"
The woman in white was secretly frightened. Speaking of which, she was also related to Buddhism. If it hadn't been for Guanyin Bodhisattva's enlightenment, she wouldn't be where she is today.
Facing the young monk who was suspected of being a disciple of the Buddha, the woman in white was both envious and jealous. Her emotions were so complicated that even she could not explain them.
"The Mighty Heavenly Dragon, the World Honored Ksitigarbha, and the two benefactors, please take care of yourself from now on."
Seeing the river subside, the dark clouds dispersed, and the young monk stepped on the auspicious clouds and left.
When the girl in green saw her, she hurriedly followed behind and asked, "Little monk, what is your name?"
"Poor monk, Jinshan Temple Fahai!"
Fahai waved the dust in his hand and turned into the light of Buddha and fled far away.
"Fahai, my name is Xiaoqing, hey, don't leave!"
Xiaoqing looked at the Buddha's light going away, pouted and said to the woman in white: "Sister, he's gone."
"I have heard of this Fa Hai. He is a reincarnated eminent monk from Ksitigarbha's lineage and a Buddhist disciple of this generation. You'd better stay away from him. These reincarnated eminent monks who have awakened the memories of past lives are ruthless and murderous demons.
Without blinking."
Bai Suzhen's face changed drastically when she heard Fa Hai's name.
Ksitigarbha guards the underworld and is the guardian of the underworld. After the introduction of reincarnation in Buddhism, Ksitigarbha's prestige among the four lines of Buddhism has greatly increased, and people in this lineage are currently very active.
"Sister, we have been enlightened by Guanyin Bodhisattva, and we don't do bad things. We are afraid of what these monks will do. I don't know, sister, you will achieve enlightenment in the future, shed your demon body, and become a Buddha and an ancestor."
Xiaoqing has an innocent personality and dares to say anything.
Bai Suzhen was different. She knew well that disaster comes from the mouth. She said in a deep voice: "Don't talk nonsense. The Bodhisattva told me that this time I enter the world and practice, I want to survive the tribulation of love and the tribulation of murder. The tribulation of love should fall on the person named Xu."
The scholar's body, the murderous calamity, is guaranteed to fall on this monk.
When I saw this monk, I instinctively felt palpitations. Having reached my level of cultivation, I am extremely sensitive to external reactions. Heart palpitations often indicate something.
It's a pity that you and I don't know magic, so we can't calculate the cause and effect, otherwise we could have resisted earlier."
"What are you afraid of? If a person dies, a bird will fly to the sky. If you don't die, you will die for tens of thousands of years."
Xiao Qing played with her black hair, and then she remembered something, took the initiative to hug Bai Suzhen's arm, and asked with a sad face: "Sister, will you not want me after you fall in love?"
"Silly girl, you have been practicing with me for five hundred years, how could I not want you?" Bai Suzhen looked helpless and flicked Xiaoqing's forehead.
Xiaoqing shook Bai Suzhen's arm and said resentfully: "Sister, don't you think we are very happy in the bamboo forest? Why do you have to join the world and suffer calamity? What's so good about practicing? Let's just be our own little ones.
Demon, it would be great to be together forever."
When Bai Suzhen heard the sound, she smiled and said nothing.
Xiaoqing has been living under her wings, how could he know that in the past five hundred years, in order to protect this tranquility, she has beaten away many masters of the three tribes of Buddha, Taoism and demons.
Without this strength, the two sisters would have been eaten dry long ago, and there would be no talk of freedom.
Xiaoyao is not spoken with words, but expressed with strength.
On the road of spiritual practice, those who do not understand this principle will die long ago with no bones or dregs left, and the grass on their graves will be three feet high.