In the Zhuanhua Creek, the rain rested, Ji Lin stared at Yue Wumu's calligraphy, and was silent for a long time, with a bit of intense feelings in his heart.

At the end of the Northern Song Dynasty, the mountains and rivers were broken, the people were devastated, and Shenzhou turned into a sea of blood.

So a saint came out to save the people of Li from the sea of suffering, turn the tide, and defend the country.

He - set up a heart for heaven and earth, a life for the people, a continuation of the study for the saints, and peace for all generations!

His name is Yue Fei!

'Fine' loyalty to the country is a true portrayal of Yue Fei's life.

Good articles, like old wine, will ferment over time and make people have an endless aftertaste.

Some people, even if they have passed away for thousands of years, their name is still shining and heroic.

His name is Yue Fei!

In the past 20 years, who dares to fight?

What a pity to die to serve the family and country, how many siblings are loyal to the soul, and bury their bones in another country!

Sigh!

The maple leaves in the courtyard were like fire, and a cold wind blew, and in the wind, there was only the sigh of Ji Lin.

"Teacher, what I practice is 'the Tao of all sentient beings in the world', and in this life I am destined to need to 'contemplate all sentient beings in the world, all suffering'."

"But why is it that after 5,000 years, I can't keep my heart at ease?"

"Why can't I, even though I have the desire to help the world, to follow the example of the King of Jizo?"

"I ...... Is it wrong?"

"Why did so many loyal and good iron bones in history end up not ending well?"

Confused!

"In the era of the end of the law, the demons danced wildly, and the Dao law was exhausted. Who can help me to attain enlightenment? ”

"Can anyone help me with some maze?"

"Who can continue to be a saint again?

This moment. Ji Lin suddenly found himself. It was as if he had lived for 5,000 years in vain.

Five thousand years? What else do you have besides having insights that ordinary people can't match?

"In the past, Yue Pengju was instructed by me, but in the end, he became a saint, why can't I?"

"Back then, Jiang Ziya Demeng was my guidance, a list of gods, stepping through the void, why can't I?"

"When Lao Tzu rode a bull out of Guguan, he obeyed my 'Brother Dao'. Why did he become the Venus of the Upper Realm, and why couldn't I? ”

"Even literati and writers like Li Bai and Du Fu can become immortals and saints, I ...... Why not? ”

"Why?"

"What is all this?"

Headache!

The more I thought about it, the more headache Ji Lin felt in his heart!

The huge confusion actually made Ji Lin's eyes begin to redden.

If Ji Lin's only elder brother Ah Fu saw this scene, he would definitely be terrified.

Because of Ji Lin's current state. It's a sign that you're about to go mad!

Five thousand years ago, Fu Xi gave Ji Lin an immortal body.

But Ji Lin every once in a while. The Dao Heart will suffer a catastrophe.

Born with everything, a peck and a drink, when you get something, something that ordinary people dream of, you are destined to lose some.

Ordinary cultivators, if they can't refine their inner demons, they will be wiped out, but Ji Lin won't.

However, that kind of past events kept echoing in his mind, and that feeling of pain made Ji Lin very helpless.

It seems that the last time he went crazy was many years ago, when Ji Lin and Ah Fu first met.

……

That year, the two went to war together.

Ji Lin inadvertently went mad, if it weren't for Ah Fu pushing Ji Lin into the river, Ji Lin would probably have become a murderer.

It is for this reason that Ah Fu knows Ji Lin's secret.

The two became confidants, friends of life and death.

It's a pity that this time Ji Lin is around, but there is no one who can help.

This world is a world of science and technology, and once Ji Lin goes mad, he will definitely not be able to be similar, and he will disappear like many years ago.

……

Just when Ji Lin was confused by the demons in his heart, outside Du Fu's thatched cottage, two old figures suddenly appeared.

"Two old gentlemen, I'm really sorry, it's getting late today, the cottage is closed, you can come back tomorrow."

Master Qin, who was guarding the door, walked over with a leaf cigarette in his mouth, and looked at the eyes of the second elder, a little unkind.

"My two brothers are not here for a tourist, but for a pilgrimage, can you make a convenient trip?"

Zhang Qianren became 'fine', took out a few great heads, and handed them over directly.

"This ......" The doorman Qin 'Great' glanced around, quickly put the great man's head in his arms, and then opened the door lock with a fart.

"You two, you only have ten minutes."

"You sneaked in on your own, but it has nothing to do with the old man."

Master Qin took a puff of leaf cigarette and smiled.

"Thank you." Zhang Qian hugged his fists and smiled, and stepped into Du Fu's thatched cottage side by side with Zu Kun.

"The wind is going down, the wind is going down!"

"I didn't expect the Holy Gate of Poetry to appear, such a vulgar person." Zu Kun shook his head and sighed,

"In the era of the end of the law, a hundred ghosts traveled at night, if you don't mind everything, Brother Xie, I'm afraid you will be angry to death."

Caressing his white beard, Zhang Qian sighed slightly, and was quite helpless about this matter.

After Du Fu left Shu that year, the thatched cottage was destroyed.

Five generations ago, the Shu poet Wei Zhuang, the name of Mu Dufu, came here to re-establish the thatched hut.

After the Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties, Du Fu thatched cottage was built many times, and today's green bamboo rhyming poetry is a holy place for poetry and books.

"This Qin 'big' and 'master' is not like a word, he has received so much money from me, but he is reluctant to turn on the light."

Walking forward with a lantern, Zu Kun blew his beard and glared, very angry.

"Brother, don't be impatient, the camera here makes up for it, if the doorman is not like this, how can he let me wait to come in?" Zhang Qian said with a smile.

"Yes." Zu Kun nodded and said no more.

The second elder walked briskly, and soon came to the Hall of Poetry and History.

In the lobby, there is a statue of Du Fu carved by Mr. Liu, a contemporary sculpture master, in a realistic way.

The red lantern swayed in the wind, and the two elders knelt on the futon, kneeling respectfully before the statue of Du Fu, muttering words in their mouths, and they didn't know what they were talking about.

If there are people who have studied Chinese culture and can hear what the second elder said, they will definitely be dumbfounded.

These two elders turned out to be reciting the nerves.

"Set your heart for heaven and earth!"

"Make a life for the people!"

"For the sake of the saints, continue to learn!"

"Peace for all generations!"

"Please!"

"Please!"

Suddenly, the two elders clasped their fists at the same time and shouted at the statue of Du Fu at the same time:

"In the past, a demon star was born, and now there is a natural heresy, and I also ask the poet saint to appear and guide the maze."

Airplanes!

As soon as the words fell, I saw the golden mangs of the entire poetry and history hall, and the statue of Du Fu opened his eyes.

"The poet has been revealed?"

"Holy miracle, this is a holy miracle."

The second elder was very excited, and his old eyes were full of shock.

There are no gods in this world.

But even if it is just a statue, as long as there are more people worshipping it, the statue will have the possibility of becoming a saint and a Buddha.

Du Fu Thatched Cottage is a saint in the literary world, enjoying the worship of all the people, and receiving incense from believers for thousands of years, and over time, this statue has spirituality.

"Please also ask the poet saint to guide the maze."

"Please also ask the poet saint to guide the maze."

The two elders knelt down at the same time, their eyes full of piety.

"The peerless demons are disturbed, and the stars from the sky want to seal the sky."

"If you let the sky return to clarity, you will find a sleeping dragon in Lingxiao Pavilion."

Whoa!

The golden rays floated in the void and turned into two lines of mysterious handwriting. (To be continued......)