397 [There is no foothold, it is square and clean]
Eastern suburbs of Nanjing, Purple Mountain, Linggu Temple.
The name of the temple was given by Zhu Yuanzhang, who also named it "the best Zen forest in the world".
As long as you come here in person, you will know why Zhu Yuanzhang chose this name. There are mountains on the left and right, and the temple is located in the valley, which is pure, remote and full of aura.
Zhu Houzhao walked in front, Wang Yuan followed with his wife and children, and Zhang Yong and Jiang Bin also accompanied him.
"This is a good place," Zhu Houzhao was very satisfied. "I will stay here for ten days and prepare a monastery in the temple. But don't disturb the pilgrims, and don't prohibit good men and women from worshiping Buddha."
Zhang Yong said first: "Old slave, let's do it now."
Jiang Bin couldn't keep fighting, so he had no choice but to give up.
The emperor was out on patrol, and the two men were competing for favor. Even Zhu Houzhao felt it. Therefore, the next trip to Suzhou and Hangzhou was arranged by Zhang Yong in Suzhou and Jiang Bin in Hangzhou.
Wang Yuan didn't care about this and just followed the tour. As soon as the emperor arrived in Hangzhou, he would take him to the Shipping Department to let Zhu Houzhao see with his own eyes the huge profits from sea trade.
"Abba, give me a hug!"
After walking all the way from the city, Wang Ce was tired of walking and opened his arms to be carried away.
Wang Yuan raised his son high and let him sit on his neck. Wang Ce immediately danced with joy.
Song Ling'er was so bored that she yawned. What's so good about such a shabby place?
In terms of tranquility, Guizhou City has a radius of ten miles and is connected by bamboo forests everywhere. It is much more comfortable than Linggu Temple.
Not long after, everyone came to the temple gate.
Although Zhu Houzhao refused to disturb the people, how could it be possible? Linggu Temple had been cleared out long ago. Not to mention ordinary pilgrims, even Nanjing officials who wanted to accompany them were blocked by Zhang Yong and Jiang Bin.
However, they had to pretend to be normal. The Zhike monk "calmly" ushered them in, and there were occasional "pilgrims" coming and going inside, all just to allow the emperor to enjoy an ordinary life.
Zhang Yong and Jiang Bin had made arrangements in advance, and Wang Yuan also had arrangements.
Wang Yuan seemed to be enjoying the scenery casually, but he took the emperor to a wall and pretended to be surprised: "Sir, there is a wall of poetry here."
"Oh? Let me take a look." Zhu Houzhao leaned over as expected.
Half of the wall is plastered with plaster, and poems are engraved on the other half. Anyone can write poetry on the plaster wall, but only the poems of talented people and high officials are eligible to be specially engraved and preserved, while the plaster walls are painted regularly.
Zhu Houzhao stood in front of the wall with his hands behind his hands, admiring it carefully, and found that some poems were indeed excellent, while others were poor.
Zhang Yong had been preparing for it for a long time. He even studied the ink on the spot and presented the brush to the emperor: "Master, why don't you write a poem?"
Jiang Bin was so depressed that he rolled his eyes. He only took the emperor to eat, drink and have fun, and he really didn't have much research on such elegant things.
Zhu Houzhao thought for a while and wrote: "The mountains are deep and the valleys are quiet and the autumn is refreshing. The ten generations of Zen forest are ancient Taoist temples. Zhengde came here today, and the Buddha told me the fragrance of osmanthus."
"Young master is so talented in poetry!" Zhang Yong praised.
Zhu Houzhao smiled and handed the brush to Wang Yuan: "Erlang will also sing a song...Erlang, what are you saying?"
Wang Yuan pointed to one of the old poems and said: "Sir, I think of a friend whom I have never forgotten."
"Who?" Zhu Houzhao asked curiously.
Wang Yuan said: "The first of the four great talents in Jiangnan is Tang Yin and Tang Bohu."
Zhu Houzhao asked in confusion: "Is there such a person? In what year was he a Jinshi?"
Wang Yuan replied: "He was originally Jieyuan of Yingtian Mansion. He was dismissed as an official by the court because of his involvement in an unjust case of imperial examination fraud. A few years ago, King Ning admired his talent and reputation and called Tang Yin to be an aide. Tang Yin noticed that King Ning rebelled against him.
I just pretended to be crazy and acted like a fool, and escaped back to my hometown in a dangerous way."
Zhu Houzhao smiled and said: "He is also an interesting person. Where is he now?"
Wang Yuan said: "I am currently in Hangzhou."
Zhu Houzhao said: "When I get to Hangzhou, I can invite him to come and see him. I will also have a taste of the style of Jiangnan talents."
Wang Yuan pointed to the poem on the wall: "Look, sir, this poem was written by Cheng Minzheng. He admired Tang Yin very much at that time, and happened to preside over the examination (not the examiner, but handled the examination on behalf of the Ministry of Rites). Fraud case Although it was proven that it was a false accusation, Cheng Minzheng died four days after he was released from prison and was posthumously awarded the title of Minister of Rites. Tang Yin had no one to reverse the case and has been deprived of his honors to this day."
Zhu Houzhao read the poem: "Zhong Fu came east for a long distance, and occasionally visited Zhilin because of the scenic spots. Birds carrying osmanthus and monks fell in front of them, and the curtains rolled up the mountains and the light penetrated outdoors. The Yangtze River of thousands of miles provided a distant view, and the ruins of the Six Dynasties helped the heroes sing. Come back again What's more, he has made a promise since he was young, and he is willing to accept the fate of this world." He nodded in approval, "The poem is pretty good. Now that it has been concluded that it is an unjust case, we will restore Tang Yin's honorary title. The premise is that he must live up to his name. Let's wait until I see him. ."
Wang Yuan cupped his hands and said, "Young Master Sheng Ming."
Zhu Houzhao laughed and scolded: "How can any young man be called a sage? He doesn't even know how to perform a full set of plays."
At this moment, a monk slowly came over, folded his hands and said, "Amitabha, all the donors are in such a good mood."
Zhang Yong introduced in a low voice: "Sir, this is Zen Master Yunshan, who is in charge of this temple."
Zhu Houzhao also clasped his hands and said, "How are you, Zen Master? I came here to inquire about Zen."
Zen Master Yunshan has a mysterious way, and said with a smile: "Zen cannot be asked, nor can it be explained. You can only understand it yourself."
Zhu Houzhao thought this was all nonsense. He still preferred Tantric Buddhism, which could explain everything clearly. He immediately asked: "Since Zen can't be asked, let alone explained, why are there Zen masters? Zen masters are also Zen masters. You can't do it. My Zen teacher is not qualified to be called a Zen master."
Zen Master Yunshan was neither sad nor happy, and said: "The donor is good at eloquence."
Zhu Houzhao asked Wang Yuan: "Does Erlang know what Zen is?"
Wang Yuan suddenly remembered the verses of Jia Baoyu in "A Dream of Red Mansions", and wrote on the pink wall: "You prove it, I prove it, my heart proves it, my mind proves it. There is no proof, Si Keyun proves it. There is no proof." The cloud certificate is based on the state of being."
Zen Master Yunshan praised: "This donor has Zen nature and is a member of our generation."
The literal meaning of these sentences can be roughly summarized as follows: The primary state of Zen is to deliberately seek enlightenment. The advanced state of Zen is to understand naturally. The ultimate state of Zen is to be indifferent and achieve great enlightenment.
Hearing the monk's praise, Wang Yuan smiled and asked, "Does Zen Master agree with this sentence?"
Zen Master Yunshan said: "Yes."
Wang Yuan suddenly added another sentence with a stroke of his pen, which was Lin Daiyu's gatha: "There is no place to stand, only one can be clean."
Zen Master Yunshan suddenly felt extremely embarrassed, clasped his hands and said, "Amitabha, that's good, that's good!"
This supplementary sentence, that is, the super invincible state of Zen, does not talk about the great enlightenment, which coincides with the Sixth Patriarch Huineng's "originally there is nothing, how can it cause dust".
Of course Zen Master Yunshan knew about the Sixth Patriarch Huineng, but at the critical moment, he was still involved in word games.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Zhu Houzhao laughed loudly, clapped his hands and said, "It's interesting. Erlang still has Hui Gen. Why not become a monk someday?"
Song Ling'er had been silent at first, but now she said: "No!"
Zhu Houzhao suddenly laughed louder, and after he finished laughing, he said: "Let's go, Zen Master, let's go have a vegetarian meal first, fill our stomachs, and then we can practice Zen together."
Zen Master Yunshan was taught a lesson by Wang Yuan and he did not dare to pretend to be profound anymore. He said respectfully: "Several donors please."
After staying in Linggu Temple for several days, Wang Yuan received a letter from Wang Yangming. There was only one sentence in the letter: Xu Tai and Wei Bin arrived in Nanchang, and the descendants of the Hu family were tortured and died.
Wang Yuan immediately burned the letter with a sneer on his face.
Xu Tai and Wei Bin were so crazy about money that they beat a member of the Hu family in Nanchang to death.
Hu Yan, courtesy name Ruosi, was born in Nanchang, and was the chief executive of "Records of Ming Taizu" and "Yongle Dadian". His descendants were actually tortured to death. The civil servants in the DPRK would definitely explode if they found out!
Wang Yangming’s hidden meaning was that many families of civil servants in Nanchang had suffered. After all, even Hu Yan’s descendants had suffered misfortunes, so how could he spare other official families?
Xu Tai and Wei Bin are dead, and the land clearing in Nanchang can be carried out smoothly.
Xu Tai and Wei Bin will be in the front to attract hatred, and Wang Yuan only needs to take advantage of the situation. At this time, the Nanchang gentry has long been frightened, how can they dare to jump out and oppose the clearing of their father-in-law's land?
After all, the Beijing soldiers tortured dirty silver and went straight to the rich. Those who suffered this disaster were actually the same people who opposed Qingtian!