"What did you say!"

The faces of the surrounding Qingqing students all changed greatly, and a tall boy pulled away from the crowd and rushed to Wang Yong.

"If you can't say that you are ugly today, I will knock out your mouth full of rotten teeth!

In the hearts of these people, Lee Jae-son's position is more respected than that of the South Korean president.

The president of South Korea will have to change office in a few years, but Lee Jae-son will never be replaced, after all, there is only one Lee Jae-son in South Korea.

The two great masters in the South Korean cultural circle, one is Kim Seung-ji and the other is Lee Jae-seon. But Jin Chengzhi is old, and he is almost no longer involved in any affairs. In recent years, South Korea's cultural promotion work has almost been supported by Lee Jae-sien, so Lee is inferior to Kim Seung-zhi in terms of seniority, but his actual role is far beyond Kim Seung-ji.

Moreover, Lee Jae-son is also the honorary president of Kyung Dae, which is the pride of all Kyung Dae students.

How did these students tolerate Wang Yong's insult to Lee Jae-xian?

As a Qingda student, An Yi knew the weight of Li Zaixian in the hearts of Qingda people, pulled Wang Yong's sleeve, and said, "Don't say it, let's leave here first! ”

The two of them communicated in Chinese, and I thought that the South Korean students could not understand it. Who knew that someone would understand, and immediately shouted: "Do you want to leave? No way! If you don't explain it clearly today, don't even think about leaving! Close the door!"

At the sound of the order, a student near the door immediately slammed the glass door of the library shut.

This move alarmed all the students who read books in the library. Hula, all of them surrounded him, watching Wang Yong and An Yi coldly.

When An Yi saw this scene, he couldn't help but turn pale with fright, and he already regretted bringing Wang Yong here.

The audience in the live broadcast room also felt bad, and shouted one after another: "Teacher Wang, run!"

"Call the police!"

Only some of the audience who have seen Wang Yong's performance at the charity dinner can still remain calm.

"Don't panic, everyone, this group of students who are fighting five scum is not Teacher Wang's opponent. You see that Mr. Wang is so calm, he must be confident, let's not mess around. ”

There was a commotion in the library, and the fat aunt, who was originally responsible for maintaining order, also held her hands on her chest, with an expression of connivance at the development of the situation.

Wang Yong maintained a contemptuous smile on his face, looked around, and then landed on the face of the student who answered the name of the statue just now.

"Since you think I'm talking nonsense, please explain what this statue represents. ”

The statue is of a monk, with his eyes closed and a pious look on his face, standing with his left hand hanging and his right hand raised, as if pushing a virtual door, and as if feeling something with the palm of his hand.

The student snorted coldly and said, "Pity Qingfeng, as the name suggests, means that the statue monk stretched out one hand and felt the presence of Qingfeng. All things have a compassionate heart, and when the monk senses the breeze, he has compassion, and the merciful breeze is invisible. On the other hand, it is not Qingfeng who also pities the monks, saying that the monks are bound by their skins and do not understand the happiness of detachment. This is the interpretation of Mr. Lee Jae-sien, and it has also been recognized by the entire South Korean Buddhist and cultural circles. ”

Kyung Dae was founded by a monk, and many of the schools had Buddhist elements. The statue of this one-handed monk is based on an ancient temple. It's a pity that the prototype cultural relics were destroyed during the war years, and only this replica remains.

At that time, many people were puzzled about the meaning of this statue, and many people argued for a long time, but there was no conclusion.

It wasn't until Li Zaixian stood up and explained it as "mercy and Qingfeng" that he convinced all the arguers in one fell swoop and set the tone.

This has also become an authoritative interpretation and has been placed at the door of the Kyung Dae Library for students to admire.

And Wang Yong now says that it is Li Zaixian who should be pitied, not Qingfeng, but clearly deliberately looking for trouble.

Wang Yong nodded: "Li Zaixian's explanation still sounds self-justifying at first glance, but I don't understand, the strength of this statue to raise its hand is not small, and there is clearly a force to push forward. Could it be that when you come to your country's side, you have changed your theory? Neither Qingfeng nor the monks are the products of heartbeat?"

"This ......" The student was speechless when asked, but he couldn't answer.

In fact, these two questions have been raised before, but because of Li Zaixian's status, no one cares at all. Over time, it naturally disappeared into history.

Wang Yong mentioned it again, but where could this group of students answer?

A group of students looked at each other when asked, unable to open their mouths for a long time.

An Yi's hanging heart was slightly lowered, it seems that Wang Yong is not completely messing around, but targeted.

But it's one thing to ask questions, and another to interpret them. If Wang Yong can't interpret it himself, wouldn't it become a deliberate search for trouble again?

An Yi's thoughts fell on him, and sure enough, he heard a South Korean student shouting: "You are clearly picking a bone in an egg! No matter how perfect a gemstone is, it has small flaws, and if you don't look at the perfect place of the gemstone, you have to stare at the small flaws and blame, can you deny the value of the whole gem?"

This student should have experience in debating and be very proficient in changing concepts. If Wang Yong had followed his gemstone theory, the whole conversation would have turned into an endless and meaningless debate.

Wang Yong glanced at the man, laughed, and said, "What if I say that I know the true meaning of this statue?"

"Impossible!" said almost all the South Korean students in unison.

Even the fat aunt who was watching the fire from the other side couldn't help but exclaim.

These South Korean scholars have been arguing about the issue for so long, Wang Yong actually said that he knew, how could it be?

Could it be that Wang Yong is more knowledgeable than Li Zaixian?

When pigs fly!

South Korean students, please pay attention to dodge, Teacher Wang is going to pretend!"

"Hahaha, I've endured it for so long, but I can be regarded as enduring it to the point where Mr. Wang pretends to be compared to slapping his face! Mr. Wang, you don't have to give me face, slap these sticks in the face!"

The audience in the live broadcast room screamed and trusted Wang Yong very much.

Joke, now Wang Yong can be called the most profound scholar of Chinese Chinese studies, if he doesn't even know, does anyone else in this world know?

"Maybe it's still impossible, don't you know after listening to me?" Wang Yong smiled slightly and walked in front of the statue.

Everyone subconsciously quieted down, waiting to listen to Wang Yong's interpretation.

Some of the students at the front had already clenched their fists, ready to give Wang Yong a punch after discovering that Wang Yong was talking nonsense.

Wang Yong turned a blind eye.

He pointed to the statue's raised right hand and said, "You can see that the line of this right hand is quite strong, which proves that the monk is exerting force." And let's imagine that when we use our hands to sense the airflow, is the palm of the hand tense or slightly in a certain arc?"

An Yi translated Wang Yong's words.

A group of South Korean students raised their right hands suspiciously and made a gesture to sense the air.

Then I was stunned to find that everyone's hands had a certain arc, not the tight state of the statue.

"Why is this happening?" someone asked.

"It's very simple, because the monk is not sensing the breeze at all!

"Push? Do you want to push open the door on the other side?"

Wang Yong glanced at the person who spoke, and laughed: "You really know how to imagine, but it is worth encouraging, at least it is much more advanced than Li Zaixian's mercy Qingfeng." ”

The student was happy at first, but then realized something was wrong. How could he be better than Mr. Li Zaixian? This guy is clearly a black and black man!

"Damn!" the student clenched his fists. "Since it's not sensing the breeze or pushing the door, what do you say? If you can't convince us, we want you to look good!"

"yes, I want him to look good!" shouted a group of students.

Wang Yong glanced at these people with disdain and said, "I'm already good-looking, where do I need you to help me?"

“……”

"Actually, the monk's action is high-five!" Wang Yong raised his voice and said.

"What?"

"Nonsense!"

"It's just nonsense! High five, high five, high five, this guy is a complete liar!"

"Classmates, hit him! We were tricked by this liar for more than ten minutes!"

The South Korean students were excited.

Wang Yong, who was at the center of the turmoil, stood still, looked at the South Korean students with cold eyes, and said mockingly: "Do you South Korean college students have only this ability? What else can you do besides shouting, beating, and scolding? Even a three-year-old child in our country knows that if you want to refute a person's point of view, you must at least listen to that person's words! This is basic politeness! It's a pity that you still boast that you have surpassed China in terms of culture and etiquette. ”

"You ......" the South Korean students were speechless.

"Students, he's right. It's not too late for us to hear what he has to say. A man who looked like a student leader stepped forward and said.

"Okay, just listen to Brother Changxi, let him finish his words before he dies!"

The students are no longer in a commotion.

Wang Yong glanced at the student who came out to stop him, nodded secretly, and remembered this student named Changxi.

Among this group of South Korean students, he is the only one who is considered to be well-behaved, neither humble nor arrogant, and should have received a good family education. If Huaxia has an opponent in the future, then it must be people like Changxi, not the group of brainless young people who shouted and beat people just now.

"You can explain. Chang Xi stared at Wang Yong, with a deep pride in his eyes.

It can be seen that he is quite confident in the local culture of South Korea.

Wang Yong's eyes flashed, and he turned his head to the statue.

"The reason I say it's a high-five is because there's a story in it. In the past, there was a little novice Namli, who saw that his brothers and sisters were all participating in meditation in the meditation hall, and he was very yearning, so he said to Zen Master Murray: "Teacher, I want to participate in meditation."

Zen Master Murray told Nanli: You are still too young, your mind is not stable, and you are not suitable for Zen meditation. Come back when you're older.

Konanri pleaded bitterly and vowed to have a beginning and an end, and to practice hard.

Zen Master Murray had no choice but to say to Nan Li: high-five with both hands, and applause can be heard. So, now you go into the meditation hall to see what the applause of one hand looks like, and then tell me.

Nanli nodded, and began to understand the question.

When he heard the sound of musical instruments coming from the window, he suddenly realized: "Teacher, I understand, the sound of this musical instrument is the sound of a hand."

Zen Master Murray shook his head: That's not.

Nanli was depressed and changed to a quiet place to meditate. He heard the sound of dripping water again, so he happily ran to Zen Master Merray and said, "I know, the sound of water dripping."

Who knew that Zen Master Murray still shook his head.

Day after day, year after year, after three years, he heard the sound of the wind, the rain, the cicadas, and the birds, and every time he heard it, he ran to report back to Zen Master Murray.

But each time, Zen Master Murray denied his answer.

It wasn't until Nanli was about to give up that he suddenly woke up: It turns out that the sound of one hand has no sound! The sound of one hand is silent, and the reason why Zen Master Murray wants him to comprehend the sound of one hand is that he wants him to lock his mind and learn to meditate and meditate.

This is Zen, silence is better than sound, if there is sound, only the voice of the heart. ”

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