The spring river is plumbing, and the peach blossoms are in full bloom.

Yao Zhi stood under a peach tree, folded a peach blossom branch, and lifted it upside down in his hand, and suddenly there was a dark fragrance in his sleeves.

Yao Zhi took a sip of the fragrance of peach and plum flowers hidden in the spring breeze, which was quite intoxicating.

The peach and plum blossoms are all blooming, but the green grass is the same color.

Yao Zhi put on a long shirt and sat on the green grass under the peach blossom tree.

The peach blossoms fell like red rain.

The heavenly punishment of this cheap little junior brother of his own family is like this piece of Fangfei, falling like red rain.

It stands to reason that scholars should respect heaven and earth, the avenue, and the common people.

Heaven and earth should reciprocate.

But now it seems that this heaven and earth are also too unreasonable, and the ninety-six heavenly punishments, one more fierce than the other, and one more ruthless than the other, which clearly shows that he does not regard his own junior brother as a human being!

This world is simply ruthless, and there is no emotion at all.

Yao Zhi said to himself: "Old fellow, for you, a closed disciple, even Mozi, who is outside the sky, has taken action, if you don't make a move, maybe no one will open and close the door for you in the future." ”

Yao Zhi picked up the peach branch in his hand and gestured a few times at the clouds in the sky, but the clouds were still the same, getting thicker and thicker.

Yao Zhi laughed, not ashamed of his incompetence at all.

"Smack!"

A soft and crisp voice sounded.

Yao Zhi turned his head suddenly, covered his head, and shouted angrily: "What are you doing beating me! You also saw it, it's not that I don't want to save the life of this closed disciple for you, it's really that I am also powerless!"

Behind Yao Zhi was an old Confucian scholar, who was carrying his hands behind his back, looking worriedly at the clouds in the sky.

Seeing that the Confucian scholar looked serious, Yao Zhi hurriedly rolled up, and saluted respectfully: "Disciple Yao Zhi has seen Mr. ”

The middle-aged Confucian nodded, and said hello to Yao Zhi.

Although Yao Zhi had an old guy on the left and an old guy on the right before, he really didn't dare to say half a word in front of the old Confucian scholar. If he is buttoned up with a big hat that does not respect teachers, and it is buttoned by the old guy in front of him, then he will not be able to take off this hat in this life.

Yao Zhi ranks second among the seventy-two sages of Confucianism, and even if he is degraded for meritorious service here, he is still a well-deserved mellow Confucian.

Yao Zhi just wanted to speak, but the old Confucian seemed to see what he was thinking, and said calmly: "Are you dissatisfied with teaching and educating people in this Great Han Kingdom? Or are you dissatisfied with teaching and educating people? Don't answer in a hurry, think slowly, answer slowly." ”

Yao Zhi didn't expect his husband to ask him this question, he had been operating in the Great Zhou Dynasty for a long time, and he had worked hard to build Guangling County into a large county of Wenyun, he monopolized a county of Wenyun, and now it was the time when the tide was rising, but he never thought that his husband would casually pull out a thread that was too deeply implicated with him, and without asking, he "degraded" himself to the place where education was missing, and said that it was false to say that he was not satisfied.

But that dissatisfaction is already in the past, and after traveling all over the mountains and rivers of the Han Kingdom, he has already made up his mind that he will be at peace when he comes.

Yao Zhi looked at the peach branch in his hand, since he was himself

I want to let the peach blossoms bloom all over the world, so starting from there is not a start!

The more education is lacking, the more hope for upward movement can be seen.

After thinking for a moment, Yao Zhi replied truthfully: "The disciple is not dissatisfied. ”

The old Confucian smiled, didn't delve into this matter, and only said with emotion, "The time and people are urging each other, and the winter solstice is coming again." ”

Yao Zhi was shocked and said, "Sir, didn't the lantern in his hand be given to him by Zhou Tianzi?"

The old Confucian turned his head to look at his own disciple, although he was a sage, but after all, it was difficult to get a glimpse of heaven's will, "No, it was given to him by heaven and earth, the common people, and the Great Dao." He illuminated not only the potholed path under his feet, but also the avenue of heaven and earth. ”

Yao Zhi looked at the lonely figure in the 100,000 mountains again, and suddenly had a question in his heart that he wanted to ask, what are you carrying?

But he also knew that he would not get an answer.

The old Confucian waved his hand and put a heavenly punishment surging from under the canopy of heaven in his sleeve, and fell into deep thought, this heavenly punishment is harmless to him, but what about the hidden things after this heavenly punishment!

Dongluo looked around, wondering why the punishment had suddenly disappeared like this. And it disappeared without a trace.

Yao Zhi was also a little puzzled, "Sir, don't you leave any traces for the little junior brother, so that he can know that it is your old man who is helping him behind his back?"

The old Confucian came back to his senses and shook his head.

If you can't figure out some things, then you don't want to.

Yao Zhi sighed lightly, it is difficult to disobey the will of heaven! Even if it is the existence of his own husband, who is higher than the sky, and carries a heavenly punishment for others, it is not a simple matter. Heavenly Dao didn't fight back, that's already a blessing. If the Heavenly Dao is liquidated, even if your cultivation is higher than the heavens, aren't people still in this heaven and earth?

The old Confucian looked at Yao Zhi and said: "Yao Zhi, my generation of scholars, there is one thing to remember, when encountering unfortunate things, there is compassion first. ”

Yao Zhi said seriously: "Disciple keep it in mind. ”

The old Confucian smiled, "It's useless to keep it in your heart, it's good to put the prescription into practice." ”

Yao Zhi saluted respectfully, and the old Confucian quietly left.

Coming silently, going silently.

Yao Zhi stood under the peach tree, silent.

After a long time, Yao Zhi suddenly patted his head, and said with some annoyance: "Why did you forget to ask the old guy for the name of a academy, if this is not the name of my hometown, I would not be able to deserve the master of this academy!"

"Smack!"

The back of Yao Zhi's head was hit again, and the peach blossoms in front of him were windless, and the four words "Qinglin Academy" were pushed out on the green grass.

Yao Zhi muttered in a low voice: "Qinglin Academy, isn't it just asking you to choose a name?

Yao Zhi read it a few more times!

Qinglin Academy! Doesn't seem to be bad!

Qinglin mangrove autumn in the river!

It's still very meaningful and beautiful.

Yao Zhi smiled, and rubbed the four words of Qinglin Academy pushed up by the peach blossoms on the green grass, if you talk about Wenyun in this world, there are more Wen than these four words that can gather and suppress a courtyard

Shipping?

Yao Zhimei Zizi left, as for the remaining two heavenly punishments of his junior brother, what is there to worry about.

There are four religions in this world.

Some are people who are above the sky.

My husband has already made a move. The remaining two should also carry the next one.

Because, the fragile lantern in his hand is not what he wants to take or is willing to take.

It was forced to him by this heaven and earth avenue.

......

In that unknowable place, on the head of the city where Mo Zhai was before, the barefoot monk who opened his eyes before, step by step, came to his side across a distance of thousands of miles, "You said that all of us bet on him alone, what are the odds?"

Mo Zhai smiled, "If we don't bet on him, what are the odds?"

"It's not big. ”

Mo Zhai said: "We are all gamblers, and when we get on this table, we can't get off." Two are not big, but they are always a little bit bigger than one. ”

The monk smiled.

Mo Zhai said: "Are we betting on him because we are betting on this table? No, he has only been born for a few years! He has only seen the world for a few years! What do you know? We must not hope because of his appearance." If you put this hope in him, his thin spine may be straddled. We went to this table because we had to, and it had nothing to do with him. ”

The monk sat cross-legged at the head of the city, spread out his hands, and watched the magic power of mountains and rivers with his palm, and collected a heavenly punishment into his palm.

The sound of Buddha singing suddenly sounded in the palm of his hand, and he began to practice that heavenly punishment.

......

And in the world far away from them, a desolate, extremely thick fog buried everything, including the truth, and death.

On top of the ruins, there was a young man walking slowly, with a book hanging on the horns of the green ox, and an old man in a white robe and white hair sitting on the back of the green ox.

The old man closed his eyes and was silent, and behind him, thousands of miles of purple qi followed his march, pushing sideways, forcing the thick white mist back again and again.

A sneer came from the white mist, "Li Er, why are you so troubled! As long as you hand over this world to us, you can have whatever you want in this heaven." ”

The white-robed old man still didn't say a word, just walked forward slowly, slowly repairing the world that had been eaten by the white mist.

Now that the era of the end of the law is coming, if you surrender to us now, not only can your Taoist status in this world be preserved, but you can even be on an equal footing with me. ”

The man who spoke in the white mist seemed to think that it was a great thing to be on an equal footing with him.

The white-robed old man finally opened his eyes and said slowly: "The people on the mountain are from the bottom of the mountain, and the people from the sky are from the world, do you think that if you go up the mountain and climb the sky, you can ignore it and completely cut off the mountaineering path of the people under the mountain, and the road of the people of the world to the sky?"

The people in the white mist laughed, "It's just a group of ordinary people! Even if you go up the mountain, what if you go to the sky? It is better to pollute the heavens

It's good to be a mortal man in the world who is born, old, sick and dies. ”

"Stupid!"

The white-robed old man seemed unwilling to say anything to the people in the white mist, and with a wave of his sleeves, he directly dispersed the dense fog within a radius of thousands of miles between heaven and earth, and returned the world to a clear place.

A miserable cry came from the thick fog, "Li Er, don't be ignorant! If you surrender to us now, you can be on an equal footing with me, but if you pass today, you will only be a prisoner." ”

"Noise!"

The white-robed old man flicked his sleeves, and a dazzling light flew out of his sleeves, heading straight for the place where the white mist made a sound.

When the white mist touched the dazzling light, it was as if it had encountered the most terrifying existence in the world, sizzling, retreating, and disappearing in an instant, revealing a decaying and imhuman person.

The light hit him, and the person in the white mist screamed, but his heart was terrified, "What is this?"

The white-robed old man kindly told him what this was before the man was about to completely lose his soul from this world and die.

The white-robed old man said lightly: "Heavenly punishment!"

(End of this chapter) I want to talk about "Extinction" with more like-minded people, pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~