Although I had followed the bamboo shadow to Songyang Temple in the rain last time, at that time, the door was closed, and Du Shiyi only looked at the various buildings with eaves and arches at the top through the towering wall, and only felt that the grandeur was elegant and profound. A few times ago, Sima Heiyun invited on behalf of his lord, and now he was introduced by the Taoist Tong to the main gate, and he only then appreciated the true style of the first view of this Songshan Mountain.

The pillars on both sides of the mountain gate of Songyang view are engraved with dragon and tiger cloud patterns, and the plaque on the door is the imperial pen of Emperor Gaozong. However, he also knew that he was invited to come today, and if he wanted to go shopping, he could take advantage of the future, and after a while, he immediately followed the Taoist boy in front of him. Previously, it was Sima Heiyun who sent someone to invite, and he thought that he should lead the way, but he didn't want the Daotong to lead him all the way in, but Zuihou led him to a big house with a blue and black roof and high eaves.

"Du Xiaolangjun, it's already here."

"It's ......"

"This is the Flying Star Pavilion of the Viewer, and the Viewer and Mr. Sima and Sun Daochang are all in it."

Du Shiyi settled down, and crossed the threshold from the bamboo curtain that the boy had raised. Bypassing the four paper screens outside, he realized that there were more than a few people in the Flying Star Pavilion that he had expected, and the hall was full of guests. On the main seat in the center sat an old man in a gray robe, who should be very old, with snow-white hair, and at first glance he seemed to be kind and kind-eyed, but when he looked closely, he seemed to have a bit of sharpness. And at the bottom left, there is the Taichong Taoist Sun Zifang who he has seen. And on the seat on the right, which was level with the old man of the main seat, sat another old way.

The old Taoist temples are frosty white, and his face is ruddy, but he can't tell his age for a while, and he only feels as if there are other vicissitudes, and compared with Sun Taichong's smile and nodding, and the slight chin of the old man, this smile looks at his old Taoist temperament is more calm and leisurely, and he instinctively feels that this is the old man who reached out in the rain, the master of Sima Heiyun.

Below these three people, the rest of the people sitting on the table were of different ages, some were wearing Taoist robes, some were cloth robes, and there was no gold and jade brocade. However, the bronze smoker in the room burned the best spices with fragrant and elegant fragrances, and the maidservants standing with their hands down were all good-looking, and everyone on the seat was holding a white porcelain teacup, and the screen painted with various sè characters on the outside He just glanced at it, but he saw it with sharp eyes, it was Yan Liben who was not very famous as an official, but the figure painting was the best in the early Tang Dynasty!

It is said that it is a Taoist temple, and this style is even higher than that of the Fan Chuan Du family, and the generations of eunuchs are quite high!

"Du Xiaolangjun, this is Lord Song Guan. Lord Song Guan, this is Jingzhao Duling Du Nineteen Lang. ”

Sun Taichong was the only one who had seen Du Shiyi among the people present, and he had to get up to introduce him one by one, and after observing the master Song Fuzhen, he immediately turned to the two Taoist people with frosty white temples, "This is Mr. Sima of Tiantai Mountain, and his servant must have been familiar with Du Xiaolangjun." ”

only has a surname and does not say his name, and although Sima Heiyun has been to the grass house several times before, he has never mentioned his master, Du Shiyi naturally wondered even more in his heart at this moment. After Yi Li met Mr. Na Sima, he met the others with Sun Taichong. Some of them are Taoist priests who practice in Songyang Guanzhong, and some are children of families with surnames from the eastern capital of Luoyang. However, when he arrived at the Zuihou person, he was quickly searching for his memories because he seemed to have some good faces, but the man didn't wait for Sun Taichong to introduce him, so he got up with a smile and arched his hand.

"Chengnan Weidu, Guanzhong giant clan, generations of hairpins, Fan Chuan's prosperity, is here two surnames. The reputation of Fan Chuan Du Qu Du Jiu Lang is known to everyone in Jingzhao Mansion, and Sun Daochang does not need to explain it anymore. Du Jiulang was four years old and six years old could write poetry, and I didn't expect that I would see it in Songyang again. He paused slightly, and then said with a smile, "Speaking of which, I have met several times with Nineteen Lang, don't you remember Nineteen Lang?" ”

The person who spoke was about ten years old, wearing a black curtain on his head, and his face was as handsome as a crown of jade, and he was actually a beautiful man with an outstanding demeanor. Standing in front of him, Du Shiyi could clearly smell the fragrant fragrance that came to his face. He naturally doesn't think of people as women because of this, you must know that the Tang people like incense the most, and many famous families have secret methods of making incense, and the young man opposite is just a strong incense. However, when he heard that the other party complimented him as soon as they met, he couldn't help frowning slightly, and then asked politely: "Isn't the eldest brother also from Jingzhao Mansion?" ”

"Nineteen Lang is really a noble person, how forgetful! Liu Ximing, a contemptible person, often calls friends to go to Fanchuan Duqu to play, so he has seen Shijiu Lang several times over the years. ”

Seeing that the people answered calmly, Du Shiyi glanced at the other people on the seat, and saw that most of them were looking at the two of them with interest, so he smiled slightly: "I didn't expect it to be a foreign acquaintance." Since the eldest brother is also from Jingzhao Mansion, the news seems to be a little late, a serious illness a year ago, not only almost killed Du Nineteen, who was only slightly famous, but also made me have no literary thoughts from now on, and I can hardly make any decent poems. If it weren't for my younger sister, who was still in her infancy, who traveled thousands of miles to Songshan to seek medical treatment, I am afraid that I would not be standing here. ”

As soon as these words came out, those people in Luoyang were still thinking about the fame of this Jingzhao Du Nineteen, and they hadn't heard of it if they were a little lonely, but at this moment, when Du Shiyi said the truth, their expressions were different while they suddenly realized. Some people shook their heads in regret, some people secretly shook their heads, and some people gloated, however, no matter what they thought in their hearts, many people looked at Liu Ximing with their eyes. Facing these obviously different eyes, Liu Ximing could only say calmly: "I have been in Luoyang for most of the year, but I really didn't know that Nineteen Lang was unfortunate enough to cause such a disaster. ”

"Misfortune and blessing rely on, blessing and misfortune are lurking, suffering from this misfortune, I know that family affection is precious, otherwise I would not see the sky again, let alone feel that it is not extremely Tailai, but I am haunted by the so-called Jiang Lang's talent."

calmly revealed the fact that he Jiang Lang had done his best, and after listening to Liu Ximing's defense, Du Shiyi seemed to be fine, and after saying goodbye again, he sat on the seat under Liu Ximing in the thoughtful eyes of everyone. Just look at the seat of today's rì purely by age, this is the seat he deserves.

"It's rare for Mr. Sima to come to Songyang Temple, since you have all visited you just now, now don't you ask for advice in person, when will you stay?"

As if he didn't notice the embarrassment that was permeating the room just now, Song Fuzhen made an opening remark. It was only at this time that Du Shiyi realized that the fact that he was invited to come here was not because of the fact that Sima Heiyun had already been raised, but because it coincided with another grand event. I don't know who this Mr. Sima who I have no way of knowing is who is sacred, but not only Taoist priests, but even people in Luoyang have specially rushed to hear the news, and many of them have the surname Wang Zheng. Thinking about it, he couldn't help but raise his eyes curiously to look at him, but he couldn't help but meet the other party.

"Mr. Sima's "Theory of Sitting and Forgetting", the kid has read through it many times, among which there is a cloud in the fifth view of the true view, although there are things to seek, do not give birth to the heart of gain and loss. However, unless the living are alive, unless they are saints, if they have a demand, they will demand gain and loss. Dare to ask Mr. Sima, where did this heart of gain and loss come from? ”

A young scholar's sudden question made Mr. Sima retract the gaze that had just looked at Du Shiyi, and immediately said with a smile: "It is precisely because it is not easy to do this, so I said in the theory of sitting and forgetting, but I can do it." Gain and loss are yù seeking, yù seeking is heaven xìng, but if you want to sit and forget, if you can't put these out, how can you be calm? It's like I, a person who is pure and outside the world, if I am like those scholars who seek to be born in the imperial examinations, and like officials in the court who want to go further, if I don't ask for a famous person to move the world for a while, then the heart of gain and loss is too heavy. I said back then that the yīn yang number technique is nothing more than heresy, useless for governing the country, and even more useless for self-cultivation. To truly seek purity and liberation, we must first start with self-examination. Zeng Zi said, I rì three provinces of my body, this is the most reasonable, I encourage you together! ”

I have seen a lot of the various gods and sticks in those history books and classics, and at this moment, listening to Mr. Sima's crisp and neat words, Du Shiyi, who is now half-convinced of the gods and Buddhas, can't help but applaud secretly. Looking at the other people in the seat, they also nodded frequently, and he originally thought that this time he would be difficult to suffer. Sure enough, some people asked questions again and again, and the questions ranged from the heart-breaking relationship in his "Theory of Sitting and Forgetting", to the gradual entry into the Tao in "Tianyinzi", and then to the so-called convincing qi healing. When he was listening with great interest, Liu Ximing, who had been silent since he had just been cross-examined, suddenly spoke again.

"Mr. Sima's way of convincing and maintaining health is said to be highly respected even by the Emperor Taishang. I don't know if a condition like Du Xiaolangjun is convincing, if he is convinced to maintain his health, will he be able to recover his former literary thoughts? ”

This question was not only asked trickily, but also pointed directly at Du Shiyi, and the four seats were silent for a while. And Du Shiyi only frowned slightly, and looked thoughtfully at Mr. Sima, who was always smiling, but saw that he was still smiling and brushed his chin beard, and then smiled and said: "Convincing and cultivating the body is to cultivate the body and live forever, but if it wants to be effective, it is a matter of many years, and it is not the so-called shortcut to the south." If you are convinced, you will be able to write and think, and the Daomen will not be squeezed out? Moreover, Du Xiaolangjun's illness has been diagnosed and treated by Zifang, and now that there is no major problem, I will not overstep my responsibilities. Of course, if Du Xiaolangjun intends to follow me to learn to vomit and be convinced, then naturally there is no need. ”

This remark was half joking and half serious, and everyone in the audience laughed. As for himself, Mr. Sima had already answered, so Du Shiyi said unhurriedly: "It is a blessing to be cured from a serious illness, and if you ask for anything else, you will be too grateful." If you can't be a literary scholar, you may not be a lawyer; If you are not a lawyer, you may not be able to study martial arts and go into battle to kill the enemy; Even if you can't write or write, you may not be able to be a bookworm; can't be a book beetle, but can always be a Tian Shehan! ”

That Liu Ximing's words were blocked back by Mr. Sima, and when he heard Du Shiyi's half-cut words, he couldn't help but sigh: "Tian Shehan is so despicable, why is Nineteen Lang so disheartened?" ”

"Tian Shehan is not necessarily despicable. In the past, Zhuge Wuhou, didn't he also cultivate in Nanyang? Du Shiyi deliberately confused the word ploughing in the "Teacher Table" may not really refer to it, and then said with a smile, "You must know that in the afternoon, the sweat drops go down to the soil." Who knows that Chinese food is hard work. Without the peasants, wouldn't the others starve to death? ”

This is just an ordinary meaning, especially when they heard Du Shiyi say that it was a big deal for Tian Shehan, many people frowned and whispered mockingly. However, hearing the four lines of poetry blurted out at this moment, many people in the room gradually showed thoughtful expressions. After a long time, Sun Zifang was the first to open his mouth with a light cough: "These four poems are the hard work of the farmers, I don't know the name of this poem......"

"Compassion."

Hearing the extremely pertinent two-character poem name, Mr. Sima suddenly picked up the jade mallet in front of the seat and gently knocked the jade bell in front of him, but only heard that Qingyue's voice suddenly spread in the room, and he said with a smile: "Okay, Du Xiaolangjun is cured of his illness, but my old bones have been running for a long time, and now the wind and cold are not good, let me retire and rest for an hour, but please do it yourself." ”