In addition to cultivating the land, some people in the village usually go to the county town to do some small business when the farm is not working. And next to Linhuai County is Fengyang, both of which will never be endowed. As long as it's not a year of catastrophe, life can go on and live well.

Since there is no problem in the material economy, the demand for the pursuit of spiritual civilization has come.

According to Xie Xiang's inquiry about Xia Xueyi, it is now the thirty-first year of Wanli. It also means that the emperor who is famous in history and has not been in court for 20 years is in power. And now the imperial examination that is highly respected by Xie Fuzi is the Bagu Wen.

Xie Xiang blew what he had just written, and summed it up: The article is not easy to write, and the imperial examination is not good. Be an official and look for death, if you don't be a father, let me die. There is no way out for the rivers and lakes, and there is no way out for officialdom. It's a shame to make money in business, and it's a shame to make money in medicine.

All in all, Xie Xiang exclaimed: "What an infinitely bright future!" After saying that, he kneaded the paper ball in his hand and threw it into the brazier on the ground. Xie Xiang propped his head and watched the flames slowly come up, a little trance-like, thinking about it, this is simply the rhythm of God trying to kill him!

Since the year before last, he and Xia Xueyi met that foolish monk. On the second day, Qin Bo went to him alone, I don't know what Zhiyu did, and Qin Bo respected him very much when he came back. Let Xie Fuzi, who still had some complaints, also agree. Since then, Xia Xueyi has been escorted by Qin Bo every day, and rushed to the temple early after eating in the morning. And Xie Xiang, out of some of his own considerations, also followed.

After getting acquainted with Zhiyu, every day when Xia Xueyi was practicing, Xie Xiang began to ask Zhiyu some of what he had seen and heard, Zhiyu was very fond of Xie Xiang, so he didn't think it was against him, and told Xie Xiang what he had seen and heard when he walked the rivers and lakes before and on his ascetic journey.

Xie Xiang also listened very carefully, after all, he didn't know much about the world, and most of what Zhiyu said was something he never knew. Unconsciously, he was fascinated by listening, and Zhiyu saw that he listened carefully, so he said more.

In the past, Zhiyu communicated with others, mostly discussing the Dharma with others, and this kind of retelling what he had experienced made him feel like an outsider, and he unconsciously thought about things that he couldn't think of clearly before.

Zhiyu sighed: Is this really a fan of the authorities, and the bystanders are clear?

After Xie Xiang listened to the story for two months, Zhiyu was about to embark on another trip.

Under Xie Xiang's reluctance, unlike Xia Xueyi's reluctance, his reluctance was the grace of Zhiyu's teachings, and he was a little happy, happy that he could finally rest his expression.

Zhiyu left Xia Xueyi a booklet, which contained a set of boxing techniques, and there was a sentence he wrote at the bottom of the book: In grievances and hatreds, you need to be clear-minded.

After handing the booklet to the presiding abbot of the temple and informing him that he would come back next year, Zhiyu drifted away one night. When Xia Xueyi saw the booklet, she was both a little ashamed and a little moved.

And Xie Xiang just said silently: "Sure enough, if you have high martial arts, you can ignore the curfew." ”

Xia Xueyi: "......"

Thinking of this, Xie Xiang looked up at the window, although the door in the study was closed by him. But now in the cold winter of the lunar month, although it is morning, my mother is still burning charcoal in the study.

Xie Xiang was afraid that the fireworks would not disperse, so he left a small crack in the window. Just such a small slit, Xie Xiang saw that the white cold air was still slowly coming in.