"On the zigzag lotus pond, you can see the leaves of the fields. The leaves come out of the water very high, like the skirt of a dancing girl. Among the layers of leaves, there are scattered white flowers, some blooming gracefully, some shyly blooming; Just like a pearl, like a star in the blue sky, and like a beauty who has just come out of the bath. The breeze passed by, sending wisps of fragrance, like the faint singing of a tall building in the distance......"

Teacher Zeng read the text softly, and the soft and clear voice, like the music played by a fine instrument, made almost every student in the classroom drunk. What's even more strange is that the voice does not come from the outside world, but like it rises from the heart of every student, it is a spiritual, soulful voice, like a water lily slowly blooming in the heart lake under the moon, bearing the gentle night breeze, making people feel an incomparably beautiful feeling in their hearts.

This is another kind of literary superpower -- linguistic superpower. Reciting and transmitting sounds, infusing the soul and thoughts, can make the audience feel spiritually touched and reborn. A student with a high level of understanding can understand the essence of the article from his voice at once.

It is said that a high-level literary practitioner can give birth to a lotus flower in his tongue, and his voice alone can create a magnificent spiritual realm.

At that time, the sixth ancestor Huineng composed a "Bodhi" Zen poem - Bodhi has no tree, the mirror is not a platform, there is nothing originally, where to stir up dust. He sang this "Bodhi" poem on the Dongshan Temple, the loud and clear sound spread all over the mountains and mountains for a while, the 9,999 Bodhi trees inside and outside the Dongshan Temple moved without wind at the same time, the leaves rustled, such as countless monks chanting at the same time, alarmed the five ancestors at that time.

When the five ancestors Hongren went out, he found that countless Bodhi trees inside and outside the temple turned from green to yellow overnight, and the yellow leaves flew one after another, during which the Zen machine was born and died. Master Hongren tapped a thousand-year-old Bodhi tree in front of him, and the body of the ancient tree trembled slightly, and the echo of the poem "Bodhi" faintly came from it, as if there was Buddhism coming from outside the sky.

The ordinary monks who were sweeping the floor under the tree, carrying water, and cooking the night before were all meditating under the Bodhi tree at this time. Master Hongren was amazed by Huineng's "Bodhi Dharma sound", so he passed the mantle to Huineng. Huineng became the sixth patriarch and established the Southern Sect of Zen Buddhism, which glorified Buddhism and influenced all generations. And this story of the superpower of language and literature has also become a good story in the history of Chinese culture.

Mr. Zeng is a literary practitioner of the bachelor's ninth dan, although his language superpower is not as good as that of the six ancestors, but his attainments are good, and he has rich teaching experience, so everyone in this class is fascinated and very devoted.

But in the classroom, there seems to be a person who is still outside this wonderful classroom.

Teacher Zeng stopped reading aloud and looked in one direction of the classroom, his brow furrowed.

Huo Zongtang was sitting there, but unlike the students who were listening to the lecture and reading intently, this kid was now closing his eyes and motionless, as if he was asleep.

The surrounding students sensed something strange and turned their heads one after another.

"Hey, I'm asleep! Such a wonderful class, I actually fell asleep, it was really a burning piano and cooking a crane scenery. Huang Guozhang took the lead and let out a contemptuous sneer. The surrounding classmates also started to talk and pointed at Huo Zongtang.

"You can sleep while sitting, it's also a kind of mental superpower, haha."

"It's been a long time since we've seen this kind of sleeping god, right?"

"Huo Zongtang, what are you doing?" Teacher Zeng couldn't help but remind.

Huo Zongtang didn't move at all, as if he didn't hear his words at all.

"Huo Zongtang?" With a hint of gloom on his face, Mr. Zeng walked over slowly. Halfway through, Huang Guozhang said to him flatteringly: "Teacher, you are playing the piano to the cow." This kind of mud, it's up to him to sleep to death, and we'll take our class! ”

Teacher Zeng shook his head. He has been teaching for many years and has never had the idea of giving up on any of his students. There are no students in the world who can't teach well, only teachers who can't teach. He wanted to know why Huo Zongtang was like this, because Huo Zongtang was not like the kind of student who had no intention of learning. And at the beginning of the class, Huo Zongtang was very serious. Even if he looked drowsy now, Teacher Zeng could clearly feel that Huo Zongtang's mental fluctuations were very strong, and his consciousness was in intense activity.

What's he doing? Could it be that you are meditating, feeling this article, and frantically absorbing the essence of the soul power of the original work?

Mr. Zeng denied this speculation in his heart. How can a student who has just entered a university and has not even obtained the lowest literary rank have such ability? Besides, he had only taken a quarter of this class, and no matter how talented Huo Zongtang was, it was impossible for him to grasp the essence of this article in just ten minutes. You know, this is a classic masterpiece of Master Zhu Ziqing, and the original work is an out-and-out bronze work!

Except for a few unborn literary geniuses, no one can do it. So is Huo Zongtang this kind of unborn genius? Of course not.

He walked to Huo Zongtang's side, and Wan Jia, who was already anxious, hurriedly pushed Huo Zongtang a few times. Huo Zongtang slowly opened his eyes and looked blankly at the teacher and classmates in front of him.

"Are you asleep?" Teacher Zeng looked at him angrily.

Huo Zongtang scratched his head a little embarrassedly, "I'm a little distracted, I'm sorry Teacher Zeng." ”

"Hmph, excessive! You're going to go after class! Teacher Zeng angrily left a sentence and returned to the podium.

The classmates in the class snickered, some squeezed their eyebrows at Huo Zongtang, some sneered mercilessly, and some pointed at him extremely impolitely.

Huang Guozhang turned around and gave him a thumbs up: "Zhenwu first battle five scum, Zhenwu first literary sleeping god, Huo Zongtang, you are amazing, admire and admire!" ”

"Hahaha......" burst into a shrill laugh around him. It took a lot of effort for Mr. Zeng on the podium to control the scene. But even so, the atmosphere of the class, which had been destroyed so early, could no longer be restored, and the class ended hastily.

After class, Teacher Zeng called Huo Zongtang out of the corridor with a strong feeling.

"Huo Zongtang, you came from a poor background and entered school late, you should have worked hard and concentrated on your studies, why did you abandon your studies in the school and give up on yourself?" Teacher Zeng held back the fire of the class for a while, and finally broke out at this time.

Huo Zongtang was scolded by him, and seeing that his temper was almost gone, he bowed and sincerely apologized. "Teacher Zeng, I'm sorry, I didn't pay attention to the class, but I didn't give up on myself. I want to take the graduation examination in half a year and the college entrance examination in a year, but the time is really tight, so I can't practice step by step like other students, so I can only speed up the pace of self-study in class. As a result, I can't listen to the teacher wholeheartedly, so I'm really sorry. ”