356, Cultivating oneself in this life, passing on education
As long as a person lives, so will the vegetation.
Half my life was spent in poverty, hard work and loneliness.
Of all the creatures in the world, who is not suffering?
Winter bamboo shoots break through the ground, cocoons turn into butterflies, pines grow on the cliffs, and geese fly north and south.
Although this life is short, it can be impassioned.
Since we are born as human beings and hold a pen in our hands, why can't we write about the Spring and Autumn Period for thousands of years, and how cool it is in winter and summer?
"Leave a loyal heart for history, haha, cultivate your heart, cultivate your heart, it turns out that you really need to cultivate a red heart!"
On the fairy boat, someone shouted loudly.
Up and down the river, countless Confucian and Taoist practitioners were either humming or laughing. The aura and aura of their bodies condensed into long dragons, circling and flowing.
The Confucian scholars on the painting boat slowly recovered from their confusion, and then recalled the confusion before, with endless feelings in their hearts.
Looking at the woman in colorful clothes and Tsing Yi in front of me with tears on her face, I suddenly felt pity.
They are also poor people.
"Meng Luo..." Wu Tianzhen, who looked a little pale, helped the woman in green clothes who had fallen down to stand up. He wanted to speak, but the woman had already run away with a blushing face.
I was disturbed by confusion just now and my heart was filled with sorrow. The two of them hugged each other and didn't know what they said or did.
Looking at Mengluo running away, Wu Tianzhen felt lost and looked down at the sachet on his waist.
On the boat, there were more excited Confucian students who wished they had swords in their hands to cut through the darkness.
Since we want loyalty to be reflected in history, it is natural that we should mark history with our pen.
Those old boys who were old and gray now also had fighting spirit.
Even the students on the bank of the river were feeling so excited that they wanted to finish the wine in front of them.
Today's grand event, with these two poems as an introduction, it should come to light!
The most important thing in Confucian and Taoist practice is state of mind.
At today's literary meeting, Xu Qingteng's poem almost broke the mood of the Confucian practitioners present.
I thought it was just like this, but I didn't expect that Grand Master Makino would write a seven-character rhyme poem. The first seven lines suppressed Confucianism and Taoism in the world, and almost made the great masters in the realm of saints lose their minds.
In the end, the semi-sage Qin Suyang was able to speak with his tongue and sword, and the text and ink were spoken, and only then did he have the last sentence, leaving his loyal heart to be remembered in history.
Tianxuan's Confucianism and Taoism practice, from ancient times to the present, even if the scholars use Confucianism to become a saint and suppress Tianxuan, they have not clearly defined the ultimate principles of Confucianism and Taoism.
Cultivating Confucianism and Taoism and becoming an official are almost the pursuits of most practitioners of Confucianism and Taoism.
Then there are the practitioners who can become great Confucians, who have looked down upon the power of the mortal world, and are more pursuing the eternal life of nothingness, or a trace of obsession in their hearts.
If you don’t seek immortality and have no obsession, you will most likely fall into confusion.
Why did the remote Bailushan Academy take over the world with just a few great scholars teaching it, and why did it become a trend for scholars to carry swords?
Isn't it because of the sentence "Establish a heart for heaven and earth, establish a destiny for the people, carry on the unique knowledge for the saints, and create peace for all generations"?
These four sentences may seem vague, but they are countless times higher than the original vulgar promotion and wealth pattern.
The most important thing is that no matter how big Tianxuan is, his official position is limited.
Those Confucian and Taoist students who studied hard in a poor family, could not hold an official position, could not make a fortune, and their ambitions were difficult to achieve, so they could still express their determination with these four sentences.
What's wrong with me studying instead of becoming an official? I want to create peace for all generations.
What’s wrong if I don’t make a fortune while studying? I want to create peace for all generations.
So what if I achieve nothing in my studies? I will create peace for all generations.
Only when you have sustenance in your heart can you see the light in your eyes.
On the fairy boat, Han Muye looked up at the cloudy sky and smiled softly.
If Bailushan's four sentences can be said to have stabilized the world's ordinary Confucianism, then this sentence today, which has been preserved in history, has established the world's great Confucianism.
Wen Mo Sheng became a saint through Confucianism, but he also blocked the way forward for other great Confucian and Taoist monks in the world.
Saints are immortal, and there are only half-saints in the world.
Semi-saints like Qin Suyang and others have reached the pinnacle of the human world, what else do they want?
If you don’t want anything, won’t you fall into confusion?
Today's sentence of leaving a loyal heart to reflect history is not just the divergence of obsessions in my heart.
In the path of Confucianism and Taoism, one does not seek immortality or becoming a saint, but only seeks a pure heart that will be passed down through the ages.
At this time, those Confucian and Taoist cultivators with bright eyes on the bow of the boat had obviously achieved extraordinary results.
A poem by Han Muye solved the great contradiction within Tianxuan Confucianism and Taoism that there was no way to advance.
"Xu Qingteng has met all literary friends."
Xu Wei, who was on the boat ahead, boarded the fairy boat and bowed to the Confucian and Taoist cultivators in white clothes on the deck.
Looking at Xu Qingteng in front of them, many people sighed softly.
This unparalleled genius never expected that he would become so confused that he could not extricate himself.
If he hadn't been deeply confused, Xu Qingteng would have become the youngest Half-Saint long ago.
"Haha, Qingteng, are you going to show off to us old guys right now?" Yan Zhen stepped forward lightly, gently held Xu Wei's arm, and said with a smile.
His palm reached out, passed through the barrier around Xu Wei without any hindrance, and held Xu Wei's arm.
The illusory power of confusion in Xu Wei's body seemed to be suppressed.
Xu Wei chuckled and nodded.
On the deck, one by one the great scholars came over.
After these great monks, whom he had not seen for countless years, greeted each other, Xu Wei raised his head and looked at Han Muye, who was standing on the side of the ship.
Just now Mu Wan was crying in Han Muye's arms, and now she was so shy that she didn't dare to poke her head.
"Drinking friend, how do you think I should practice now?" Xu Wei looked at Han Muye and asked.
They were drinking buddies who met by Xianyue Lake.
After hearing his words, Master Xianzhou turned to look at Han Muye.
Han Muye looked indifferent and said softly: "I wonder how Mr. Qingteng plans to practice?"
Xu Wei laughed, with a hint of loneliness on his face, and then turned his head to look at the river.
"I was planning to row on this river for three years. When my body decayed, I would sink to the bottom of the river and become a river god."
"But your words today made me hesitate."
He chuckled and said in a low voice: "I don't know whether my hesitation is because I still have a loyal heart to follow the historical aspirations, or because I am so scared before life and death that it is better to die than to live?"
How many people can face the decision of life and death calmly?
On the deck, no one laughed at Xu Wei.
So what if you are a great monk? He has true temperament.
Han Muye nodded and spoke loudly.
"Senior, I once met Dongfang Shu, the teacher of Bailu Mountain Academy."
"At that time, he was already a major practitioner of Confucianism and Taoism. He had been teaching in Bailu Mountain for thirty years. The most accomplished one among them was working as a policeman in the county town and died."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Is he desperate? Desperate."
"There is no attachment in this life, fame and fortune are all in vain, how can I not despair?"
"Is he confused? Confused."
"We are both major Confucian and Taoist cultivators. He is famous all over the world in Imperial City Academy, but he is unknown in Bailu Mountain. How can he not be confused?"
Han Muye turned his head and looked around.
"Although today's Dongfang Shu is not famous all over the world, at least he is a great scholar, and his reputation is not inferior to anyone in the Imperial City Academy."
"Actually, what's the difference between him and the thousands of Confucian and Taoist practitioners on this lake?"
"Mr. Qingteng, may I ask where the road is?"
Before Xu Wei could speak, Han Muye had already whispered: "The road is at your feet..."
Xu Wei stood where he was, not moving.
But there was a power of confusion in his body that was constantly vibrating, seeming to swallow him and Han Muye in front of him.
Yan Zhenqing had doubts in his eyes and finally paused.
He had suppressed Xu Wei's confusion just now, why did it arise again now?
"Haha, the road is at your feet, the road is at your feet."
Xu Wei smiled, waved his sleeves, and said loudly: "Then I will cultivate myself in exchange for fifty years of life, and pass on what I have learned."
"Drinking buddy, tell me, should I stay at Imperial City Academy or go to Bailu Mountain Academy?"
Spend all your cultivation in exchange for fifty years of life, and then pass on the inheritance.
Xu Wei's words made everyone on the immortal boat widen their eyes.
A great Confucian who is famous in the world actually wants to cultivate himself in this life and pass on his teachings!
The eyes of many great scholars were filled with gleams of light.
The juniors standing not far away could no longer restrain their urge to step forward.
Become Xu Wei's disciple and receive his generous teachings, and your achievements in this life will be immeasurable!
"Mr. Qingteng, there are many great scholars in the Imperial City Academy. Bailu Mountain is too far away. In my opinion, it would be nice for you to preach and teach on the Yongding River, and you will not reject anyone who comes."
Han Muye looked at Xu Wei and spoke loudly.
He did not advise Xu Wei not to leave and cultivate.
Once such a great scholar has chosen a goal, he will not change it.
However, Han Muye gave Xu Wei advice.
If you don’t go to the Imperial City Academy or Bailu Mountain, you can just preach and practice on the Yongding River and become your own school!
Xu Wei went to the Imperial City Academy, where he was one of the great Confucian scholars. After all his cultivation, he had spent fifty years doing nothing.
If he goes to Bailu Mountain, he can attract countless Confucian and Taoist students and enhance the reputation of Bailu Mountain Academy.
But Han Muye knew that Xu Qingteng’s academic approach was different from Bailushan’s.
What Bai Lushan seeks is to join the world and practice with a sword, while Xu Qingteng advocates being outside the world and talking about poetry.
It would be better to let him go boating in the rivers and lakes in this land of red dust and smoke and become a legend.
After fifty years, if he has some enlightenment, he may become a saint in one step.
If you don't understand anything, then sink into the river and wander freely.
"Okay, okay, everyone can build an academy to teach students, why can't I, Xu Wei?"
Xu Weichang looked around with a smile and shouted: "From tomorrow on, I, Qingteng Xu Wei, will be on the Yongding River——"
Before he finished speaking, Han Muye heard a loud voice: "Mr. Qingteng, tomorrow comes tomorrow. There are so many tomorrows, why not just today? Just now."
Looking around, Han Muye pointed to the boats surrounding the fairy boat: "There are countless Confucian and Taoist scholars here, all of whom admire your talent and learning. Why don't you choose your disciples today so that we can be witnesses?"
As he said that, he raised his hand and took out a handwritten book: "I just received a book on the road. The author is Qi Chang, a student from Guanhu County. This manuscript is good. Mr. Qingteng can read it."
Han Muye's voice was loud and could be heard from ten miles away.
Far away on the river bank, a young man holding a wine cup in his hand was about to bring the wine to his mouth. When he heard Han Muye's words, he suddenly paused and froze.
"Brother Zhentong, this is your manuscript!" The young man opposite him shouted in a low voice, and jumped up as if he had been bitten by a snake on the leg.
Qi Chang, who was sitting opposite him, nodded and said calmly in the envious eyes of countless students around him: "Brother Minsheng, calm down, calm down, drink."
He moved the wine cup to his mouth, but it was brought to the tip of his nose.
On the fairy boat, Xu Wei gently took the book.
His eyes fell on the book and he read it carefully and slowly.
Fingers crossed the pages of the book, making a rustling sound.
On the river, the breeze blew, and the curtains on the fairy boat moved slightly.
No one on deck spoke.
On the boat in the distance, everyone was waiting quietly.
On the bank of the river, Qi Chang's wine spilled down his clothes without even realizing it.
The book contained only a few thin pages, and Xu said it only took a moment to read it.
Closing the page, he looked at Han Muye and said calmly: "The annotations are good."
Han Muye smiled and nodded.
It's too far away, and outsiders have no idea what's going on on the deck.
Xu Wei turned around, looked towards the river bank, and spoke softly, his voice clear: "Qi Chang, give me your academic experience tomorrow."
Learning experience from Jiao Zhi!
Is this to accept all Chang as disciples?
Mr. Qingteng really wants to teach and recruit disciples!
On the river bank, Qi Chang threw away the wine cup in his hand, got up and bowed repeatedly towards the direction of the fairy boat.
His face was no longer as calm as before, and he was mumbling to himself.
"Thank you sir, thank you sir..."
No one cared about his gaffe.
A poor boy today may be a disciple of a great Confucianist tomorrow.
Life has changed like this, who can be calm?
"Qi Chang, it's not easy for him..." The young men who were obviously Qi Chang's classmates spoke up.
Several people spoke to each other and told the story of Qi Chang's experience.
This student from Guanhu County was a genius when he was a child and could write poetry at the age of seven or eight.
However, Guanhu County was lagging behind in Confucianism and Taoism. By the age of fourteen or fifteen, Qi Chang felt that he had learned nothing.
He left his hometown and went to the imperial city 300,000 miles away.
This journey lasted for thirteen years.
In the past thirteen years, he has never returned to Guanhu County.
He attended Imperial City Academy, studied in a larger academy in the city, and taught part-time in a smaller academy.
Qi Chang's path to study was steadier and more arduous than most people's.
This is an ascetic who everyone respects.
Such people may be everywhere around us.
Their talents and abilities are not better than mine, but they have been studying hard.
When the opportunity comes, such people will soar into the sky.
Just like Qi Chang today.
On the fairy boat, on the painted boat, and on the river bank, there were whispers of envy everywhere.
It is a rare opportunity to become the first disciple that Mr. Qingteng accepts.
On the bank of the river, Bai Tao took out the book that Han Muye had annotated, looked at the red writing, sighed, and sent it back.
"Brother Bai, if Mr. Makino gives your book to Mr. Ioto, I'm afraid this honor will be yours." There was sourness in the words of a young man wearing a green robe.
"Didn't you say that you and Mr. Makino's entourage are old acquaintances?" Another young man said with a slight smile on his face.
Bai Tao shook his head and said calmly: "I am self-aware."
"My bullshit article will stain Mr. Qingteng's eyes."
Several people around looked at each other blankly and turned their heads away.
He is really self-aware.
"Mr. Qingteng, what do you think of my boy?" At this time, on the deck of the fairy boat, a great scholar couldn't bear it any longer and spoke loudly.
"Qingteng, please take your eldest nephew into custody."
"Quickly, show the article you wrote to Mr. Qingteng."
…
For a moment, there was a lot of noise on the deck.
So what about the great Confucians? Who is still not arguing at this time?
Xu said that he was an unprecedented Confucian and Taoist genius. If he could receive his teachings, he would definitely be outstanding.
Xu Wei stood there, holding a pile of books in his hands with a wry smile on his face.
Han Muye took a step forward and said loudly: "Everyone, it is unrealistic for Mr. Qingteng to choose a disciple among these countless disciples. How about we help him."
He looked forward, stretched out his hand and pointed: "I will read the articles written by students on the three boats in the southeast. If there are any interesting ones, I will recommend them to Mr. Qingteng."
"Anyway, the epiphyllum won't bloom until evening. If you are idle now, you are idle, right?"
Help me read the articles and books of those scholars who went to school on the boat?
The great scholars on the deck looked at each other.
On the river bank, everyone slowly stood up.
Each of the Confucian and Taoist students in the painting boat clenched their fists and did not dare to show off.
Has your chance come today?
The scholar commented on the articles and recommended the best ones to Mr. Qingteng.
Is this an opportunity that can be exchanged for three thousand spirit stones?
Han Muye did not wait for anyone to respond, and went straight to an empty spot on the deck to sit on the ground.
He stretched out his hand to summon Chen Ru, who was standing not far away, and whispered a few instructions.
Chen Ru hurriedly stepped away and led several young men and women in Tsing Yi to drive the boat to the front to draw the boat.
The boats came and went like crazy, some people gathered dozens of books and scrolls on the boat, and some went to various boats and river banks to deliver news.
When the young man on the boat returned to the fairy boat with the book in hand, Han Muye had already placed a small case in front of him, with pen and ink placed on it.
Mu Wan took the book and spread it in front of Han Muye.
At this moment, a curtain of light rose on the decks of all the boats.
The light curtain was three to five feet high, and it reflected Han Muye sitting in front of a small case.
Not only on the boat, but also on the river bank, there is a light curtain a hundred feet away.
Under the light curtain, Han Muye and the text on the book unfolded in front of him were clearly visible.
"Huo Yuntong of Qiyangzhou, teaches at Guanlin Academy."
"That's a pretty good word."
"Light Food Notes?"
"People say that everything in the world is edible, but that's not true. There are spirits in the heaven and earth, and everything comes from itself. How can we eat lightly..."
"This note is well written, neat and orderly. How can I change it?"
…
Everyone on the painted boat, the fairy boat, and the river bank curiously watched Han Muye's red ink pen fall.
"All things are light, and all spirits are heavy. It is wonderful to say that light food is light."
"Guanyu's words are overstated. The stars are brilliant and all you have to do is sing to express your aspirations."
…
On the third floor of the Yunjin Fairy Boat, Princess Yunjin was lying on the window sill, looking at Han Muye's serious annotations, a little confused.
Yun Duan turned to look at her sister, and then at the figure with the ink wandering around, with a complex look on her face.
Back then, did this person spend the whole night like this with his sister?
Serious men are the most attractive. That night of annotation and night reading, which daughter watched from the sidelines and didn’t feel emotional?
He really is a bad guy.
"Singing to chant one's ambitions, such a sentence is a wonderful finishing touch!" Someone on the deck of the fairy boat shouted.
This sound and picture were reflected by the light curtain and spread to all the boats and river banks.
"Even the great master Xu Ao praised this sentence as excellent!" Someone whispered on the boat, and someone had already opened the paper and pen in front of them and copied it quickly.
"This change has sublimated the artistic conception!" Some people danced and shouted on the river bank.
"Who is Brother Huo Yuntong of Qiyangzhou?"
"Brother Huo, can you be on our boat?"
There were people on the three boats shouting.
On a boat on the left, someone stood up with a chuckle and cupped his hands in all directions.
"Brother Huo is such a talented person!"
"I, Fu Zikun, would like to study together with Brother Huo."
"Jin Keci of Tumen County would like to ask Brother Huo for advice."
…
On the boat, one after another eyes fell on the light curtain.
That light curtain is a dragon gate!
Students with real talents will soar to the sky today!