Outside Luoyang City, there are two mountains.

A mountain is called Fulong, a mountain is called Fuhu, the mountain is steep and straight, and the mountains are full of trees in the summer, lush and verdant. There is a great river that rushes between the two mountains, drains for thousands of miles at a corner, and then flows silently and gently into the water of Yoyoluo.

The mountains are clear and beautiful, and nothing more than that.

A middle-aged Taoist priest climbed up slowly along the mountain road, and a small bell on his waist came out with the ups and downs of the mountain road from time to time with bursts of pleasant sounds, attracting the attention of countless tourists.

The middle-aged Taoist priest stepped on the mountain road paved with bluestone slabs, scolding along the way. There is no appearance of a worldly master at all.

"Passing years, your uncle's. It's great to be the king of the mountain! Lao Tzu can come to your mountain, it is to give face to the Buddha, if you don't come to see me in person, forget it, and still avoid me, if this fucking spread, Lao Tzu's face will be put there. ”

The middle-aged Taoist looked at the two people on the mountain road and smiled and walked towards him, immediately stopped scolding, straightened his waist, threw his big sleeves, stood beside the mountain road, looked up at the white clouds in the mountains, and the green pines under the clouds.

The middle-aged man looked at a man and a woman, and hurriedly took out a prayer cylinder from the backpack behind him and greeted: "Young man, meeting is fate, come and draw a lot, and the poor road will calculate a hexagram for you, and predict good fortune and misfortune." ”

A man and a woman did not stop, but they turned their heads and waved their hands.

The Taoist still did not give up, leaned forward, raised his voice, "A line of marriage, a line of connection, all kinds of cause and effect." Young people, Poor Dao not only knows how to calculate hexagrams, but also studies yellow paper runes...... Hey, don't go!"

The pair of young men and girls obviously heard the words of the Taoist, but unfortunately they had no intention of stopping.

The Taoist waited for the young boys and girls to go away, and then put the prayer cylinder into the yellow cloth hexagram bag behind him, and sighed, "The world is hard, the people's hearts are not ancient, and it is not easy to make ends meet if you are poor!"

The mountain road is tortuous, winding and snakey, and it seems that it is not easy to climb the mountain!

Although it is almost autumn, the heat in Luoyang City is still increasing, and some of the originally vigorous trees on the roadside are unwilling to roll up their wide leaves, and they are lifeless and cowering in the hot wind.

Dongluo put the sugar gourd in his hand and carefully cared for it with the temperature of his palm, so as to prevent the brown sugar wrapped tightly on the skin of the hawthorn from melting at high temperatures.

Dongluo thought to himself, only in such a high temperature can this skin feel a little warmth and a little popularity!

The school is on the 14th Street of Gen District, only a few streets away from the Snow Clan, and it is obviously not the first time that the familiar Dongluo has gone to pick up Xue Yuxin to go to school.

When Dongluo hadn't arrived at the school, a black shadow suddenly burst out, it turned out to be a black cat, revolving around Dongluo's intimacy, Dongluo bent down to pick up the black cat, got up and smiled: "Erhei, did the second dog give you all the delicious food! Look at your fat." I can't even hold it."

Erhei opened his big bright eyes and quickly shook his head.

Dongluo smiled: "Teasing you! Even if you gain another hundred pounds, I can hold it." It's just that the second black at that time has become at least that big. ”

Dongluo drew a big circle with one hand to the sky, as if to tell Erhei how big Erhei's hundred-pound Erhei is.

Dongluo seemed to think of something, "Erhei, I saw a black tiger today, almost as tall as me! ”

When Dongluo arrived at the school, Xue Yuxin hadn't gotten out of school yet, so Dongluo had to sit under the eaves with Erhei and wait.

It stands to reason that the major families have a large population and strong financial resources, and they are generally hired to teach and run private schools.

Xue Yuxin also took a few days of classes in the private school of the Snow Clan, but it was only a few days, so she came to this school where the Guozijian taught the children of those families who couldn't afford it, or didn't want to run it.

Most of the gentlemen are well-educated people in the country, or they are great Confucians. The talks are all about some Mongolian enlightenment books such as "Thousand Character Text" and "Primary School".

There are many, many such schools in the Great Zhou Kingdom. From Luoyang, the capital of the country, to Weicheng, there is such a group of scholars who tirelessly spread the truth in the book.

Dongluo sat quietly outside the house, and the mellow voice of a middle-aged man sounded in the house, "Accustomed to the valley wind, cloudy and rainy." ”

Then there was a neat and crisp sound of immature voice, "Xi Xi Gu wind, with rain and cloud." ”

Suddenly the wind blew, blowing the wind chimes at the corners of the eaves softly, Dongluo raised his head, the bells were cut, and the breeze was blowing.

A cat and a teenager were stunned.

When he came back to his senses, the Mengxue children were shaking their heads, and according to the request of Mr., they skillfully recited an article: "At the beginning of autumn, the summer will be exhausted, and the clouds will be colored. Lie down at night and walk early, walk in the court, and the gentleman walks slowly, so as to be ......"

Dongluo sat in the corridor and listened quietly, with a smile on his face from time to time.

The middle-aged man with slightly frosty temples turned his head and walked out of the room gently

Dongluo immediately got up, patted the dust on his body, and learned Confucian etiquette to salute Mr. and said, "Hello sir!"

The middle-aged man in a green shirt seemed to see the young man's nervousness, flashed a winter bow sideways, waved his hand and said with a smile: "You are not a Confucian protégé, nor am you my disciple, so you don't need to be polite." ”

Dongluo withdrew his hand and stood solemnly beside him, a little restrained, "But I'm a friend of Xue Yuxin." My husband preached and taught my friend and answered my doubts, and he gave me a proper salute. ”

The middle-aged Confucian did not refute, but nodded in recognition of this sentence, "Young man, observe for a few days, the old man has two sentences to send you, the sky will descend on the people, and they must first suffer their minds, strain their muscles and bones, starve their bodies and skin, and empty their bodies." ”

Dongluo knows this.

After the middle-aged Confucian finished speaking, he found that the Meng Tong in the school had finished memorizing the text, and hurriedly turned around and ran to the classroom.

Dongluo was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly asked, "Sir, there is one more sentence you haven't said." ”

The middle-aged Confucian turned his head to look, and after retracting his gaze, he lowered his voice and said, "Although the rain is wide, it does not moisten the grass without roots. ”

Winterfall sat back down in the hallway, looking up at the sky, whispering over and over again.

The sun was still scorching in the sky, but suddenly it began to rain lightly.

The people of Luoyang have long been surprised by this. The sun is raining in the sky, so this rain will also get some "sun rain", "flower rain" and so on. If you are lucky enough to see several exquisite rainbows after the rain, hanging in the sky, it is beautiful.

The middle-aged Taoist walked along the mountain road, and a light rain suddenly fell in the sky, and the scolding middle-aged Taoist hurriedly raised his hand above his head and ran towards a grotto next to him.

The middle-aged Taoist entered the grotto and saw a monk holding a chisel in his left hand, a hammer in his right hand, his right hand raised high, his eyes closed, standing motionless.

The middle-aged Taoist walked around the monk in a circle, and from time to time he sighed: "Liunian, you have been tinkering with something in this hole this day! ”

The monk's right hand suddenly moved, and he hammered at the chisel, but the strange thing was that the hammer was hammered on the chisel, and the chisel fell on the stone, like a breeze blowing through the hill, silently and silently.

A small piece of stone fell off the rock wall and landed on the monk's straw sandals, and the monk put down the hammer and chisel, sat down directly against the stone carving plate, and said softly: "Although the rain is wide, it does not moisten the grass without roots. Although the Dharma is extensive, it is difficult to cross the people who have no fate!"

The middle-aged Taoist looked at the back of the monk with a complicated expression.

The monk folded his hands and continued, "You've seen him!"

The middle-aged Taoist said dejectedly: "I've seen it, let him go to my little world for a walk." Tested a word for him. He still owes me five cents!"

The middle-aged Taoist took out a piece of paper with a proposition written on it.

I can't read it, and I can't understand it.

The middle-aged Taoist asked again with a look of hope, "Don't you really see him?

The monk said: "Whether he comes or not, the dragon gate is there, he jumps or not, the dragon gate is also there." If you don't want someone to cross by yourself, you might as well go to Longmen and wait for him! I'm going to continue practicing Buddhism. ”

The monk picked up the hammer and chisel in his hand again and continued to stand still, silent, closed his eyes, and practiced Buddhahood.

A hammer falls, such as a flood bell Da Lu, the sound shakes the mountains, the forest wind howls, and the water splashes roll.

Mars splashed in the grotto, bright as day, a high Buddha statue, sitting on the lotus platform, glaring angrily.

Cultivate a Buddha, cultivate a Buddha. To cultivate a person is to cultivate the Buddha, and to cultivate the Buddha is also to cultivate the person.

The middle-aged Taoist looked angrily and said, "Buddhism does not cross the Dao Fadu." This heavenly way is coercive, and the poor way is resisted from one shoulder. ”

Between heaven and earth, the sound of cicadas arose.

The monk sighed and lowered the hammer and chisel again, and the monk sat cross-legged on the ground, and darkness returned to the cave.

The monk persuaded him with kind words, "It is easy to fall, how do you know that the fortune of heaven has no thickness or thinness, and you are cultivating the way of heaven, so why should you go against the sky and sit down to do something contrary to the principles of heaven! Whether the Dharma is high or the Tao is deep, the Buddha and the Taoist ancestors have their own conclusions." ”

The middle-aged Taoist seemed to lose all his strength in an instant, and said dejectedly: "Legend has it that the world is slowly dying out like this, the stars are extinguished one by one, the river begins to flow backwards, and the earth cracks and sinks. Little by little, all things in heaven and earth are turning into nothingness......"

The middle-aged Taoist walked out of the grotto with tears in his eyes and muttered, "I have seen this legend. ”

The monk sighed and said, "Alas, I will go with you to the Dragon Gate to wait for him." If he can go to the dragon gate, it should be his, and no one can take it away. If he can't walk to the Dragon Gate, compared to the Heavenly Dao pressure of this small pond, your shoulders are still too tender. ”

The rain had long since stopped, but there was no rainbow in the sky.

Sitting in the corridor of the school, Dongluo's heart suddenly felt a cone pain, and the Adam's apple moved slightly, and he was about to spurt out a mouthful of blood, but it turned into ice slag in his mouth.

Dongluo gritted his teeth, forcibly swallowed the mouthful of blood and ice slag, and said vaguely: "Your uncle's cold weather is coming again, are you addicted, I am really a bully! ”

After a while, Dongluo stretched out his palm to wipe the ice slag from the corner of his mouth, "It's okay, I've endured you for fifteen years, don't you like to run around in my meridian flesh and blood? ”

A cramping pain in the abdomen, turning the river and the sea

Dongluo raised his head, his eyes were resolute, but his voice inevitably trembled slightly, "If I shout out a pain, you will be my ancestor in the future." ”

A white chill appeared and disappeared in the meridians of the winter fall, disappeared and reappeared, one on the soles of the feet, one on the top of the head, amorphous, indefinite.

Twelve canons, five internal organs, and three hundred and sixty-five acupuncture points, there are countless ice needles spewing out. Scattered in the vastness.

Ten thousand ants devour their hearts, cramps and pull out their bones.

Between heaven and earth, the temperature plummeted, and autumn had already begun.