Su Ziji waved his hands modestly: "It's just an occasional inspiration to write a few poems. My knowledge is still shallow. How can I deserve such praise?"
Princess Xinping was more serious at this time: "Why can't you do it? I think that with your talent, you are completely worthy of it!"
"What I'm saying is that no one else can deserve the title of the third young master in the capital, but Mr. Su deserves it."
Others are also taking part in the fun. Until now, who can't see that the young marquis who provided the venue and Princess Xinping, who is a guest but looks more like the master's family than the master's family, both value Su Ziji?
These two people value them, and no matter what others think, they will naturally praise them.
At this moment, someone came quickly from a distance, arrived downstairs, and went upstairs. He did not dare to break in directly, but said outside the curtain on the second floor: "Little Marquis, Mr. Su is here."
?I have something urgent to report to Mr. Su!"
Mr. Fang Xiaohou was startled. The person talking outside was one of his own. At such a banquet, if there was nothing urgent, he would never come to disturb him.
The matter related to Su Ziji was no small matter to the young Marquis, so he immediately asked the young man to come in and answer the question.
The boy immediately saluted and said to him and Su Ziji: "I have met the Marquis, I have met Mr. Su!"
"Master Su, your servant was attacked on the way and injured. He has been sent to Miaoren Medical Center on Changping Street for treatment!"
Something happened to Lu Fengyun?!
Su Ziji suddenly trembled: "Is your life in danger?"
"It's...it's hard to say." The boy hesitated for a moment before replying.
Su Ziji's eyes flashed, and he apologized to the young marquis and the princess and bowed: "Everyone, Mr. Lu is not my servant, but my guest. If something happens to him, I have to go and see.
I hope you will understand me."
Although I don't understand, it's just a guest who was attacked. Even if he wants to go back and take a look, why should Su Ziji care so much.
But those present are always considerate when dealing with people who do not look down upon them.
"Forget it, if you write this poem, I will forgive you, go ahead!" Princess Xinping said.
"Master Su, I'm about to go back, and Changping Street is the place I'm passing through. Why don't you come with me?" Bianxuan also stood up at this time and said to Su Ziji.
"Yes!" Su Ziji nodded and said goodbye.
"Bianxuan says goodbye." He smiled apologetically at everyone present, and Bianxuan followed Su Ziji downstairs neatly.
The guests who come here are picked up by ox carts sent by the Hou Mansion. When they want to leave, they are naturally sent off by the ox carts of the Hou Mansion.
When the two got into the car, Su Ziji said to the driver: "Please hurry up!"
"Don't worry, Mr. Su!" The driver, who had just received the order, responded loudly. As soon as the ox cart moved, it was indeed heading back towards the road very fast.
In the car, Su Ziji sat and didn't speak. He was actually anxious because he didn't know how badly Lu Fengyun was injured. He felt a little uneasy.
Seeing him like this, Bianxuan comforted him warmly: "It has happened, Mr. Su, you should relax. Since your guest was sent to the hospital in time, he must be fine."
"It is said in the Taoist Sutra that tranquility overcomes impatience, and cold overcomes heat. Purity is the right thing for the world. It can be seen that when encountering problems, don't panic, calm down, and it will be easier to find a solution."
Although Su Ziji was a little anxious, he couldn't help but smile when he heard the other party's comfort.
This monk Bian Xuan is somewhat interesting. It is normal for him to understand the Brahma Sutra, but he even understands the Taoist Sutra?
Moreover, on the surface, there is no rejection, and it looks like they are all talking about Taoism.
Su Ziji smiled: "I don't want Master Bianxuan, I still have research on Taoism."
"I actually don't know much about Taoism, but I have read the Tao Te Ching several times. The Tao Te Ching is indeed profound and profound, but in essence, it is more about personal purity, not worldly knowledge. In the words of the Tao Te Ching,
It’s a bit inappropriate to comfort the world.”
"So this is how you read the Tao Te Ching." Bianxuan's eyes flashed. He seemed to be very familiar with the mechanism of the oxcart in the Hou Mansion. He took out a silver bottle under the table, poured a cup of hot tea and gave it to him: "
Then what do you think of the Brahma Sutra?"
Su Ziji laughed when he heard this. Is this to test my attitude towards Sanskritism?
Su Ziji leaned firmly on the cushion, raised his cup of tea and took a sip, saying: "As for the Brahma Sutra, I tend to believe that if you enter a family, you will destroy your family, and if you enter the country, you will destroy the country."
These words were considered serious. Bianxuan's expression changed and he asked: "Why do you say that?"
Su Ziji glanced at Bianxuan. In fact, he had no ill feelings toward the monk. Even though he knew that this man should have a mission to stay in the capital, the two had never been enemies. Moreover, this man was indeed quite talented and well-read.
He has many books and is very good-looking. As long as he is not an enemy, anyone who sees him will hardly feel disgusted.
The reason why he said those words was just because he was asked in front of him. He had never been soft-hearted to Taoist alchemists like Tongshan Temple, and naturally he would not be soft-spoken to monks either.
"It's not that I look down on the Brahma Sutra. It has its own mysteries. Otherwise, it wouldn't be possible for you to regard it as a classic."
"But it's not just personal purity, it also wants to be worldly. That's not good."
After hearing the explanation, Bianxuan's expression softened slightly.
He could feel that Su Ziji was not deliberately targeting people, but was indeed expressing his own opinions, so he reasoned calmly: "Vatican said: There are eight sufferings in life: birth, old age, illness, death, separation from love, long-term resentment, and failure to seek.
, can’t let it go.”
"You can escape all kinds of suffering by being born in this world. What's wrong with that?"
Su Ziji shook his head and took another sip: "Look, you used the word escape."
"I say this, not from the perspective of magical fortune, but from a very simple principle. A person's time is limited. If he spends time every day doing business or studying knowledge, he can make money or take the imperial examination. But if he spends his time reciting Sanskrit Sutras,
If we go up there, what will happen in a few years?"
"Or in troubled times, two people each get a county, one of them chants the Sanskrit Dharma, and the other prepares the army for war. Next year, the third year, ask, who loses and who wins?"
"If you sow the world, you will get the world, and if you sow the Brahman, you will get the Brahman. I don't know if you can get the fruit of heaven and humanity by planting the Brahma, but in the world, if you are unwilling to spend time, you will definitely be miserable and worse."
"The same goes for countries."
After saying that, the driver outside said: "Mr. Su, the hospital is here!"
Su Ziji cupped his hands towards Bianxuan and got out of the car.
Su Ziji’s words are actually very simple: if you sow melons, you will reap melons; if you sow beans, you will reap beans; if you sow in the world, you will reap the world; if you sow in practice, you will reap in practice.
If you spend the same amount of time on the Brahma Dharma, you will naturally be far inferior to your competitors, and you will naturally end up in ruins in the world, ruining your family and country.
Bianxuan was stunned for a long time in the car. He was full of knowledge and well-read. Of course he had countless reasons for wanting to argue, but he was a true monk and he was not willing to offend Su Ziji and get stuck in it.
"So this is how he views Brahma." Bianxuan opened the car curtain, looked at the back of the young man walking away, and sighed: "No wonder he is so diligent in Confucian classics."
In any case, Confucianism is now the most secular knowledge.