In Dou Ranlan's eyes, it seemed that Chengyuan was still practicing his Yan Kai in the car. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Wang Pu, who was sitting next to Chengyuan, knew that while Chengyuan was looking at the world outside the car from time to time, he was writing a very strange thing when he put pen to paper, which seemed to be an essay, but it was not.

When the manuscripts were filled, they were placed in a thick bag, on which were fixed a skewer with the words "A Marco Polo Across Time", which seemed to be the title of the manuscripts.

Wang Pu learned a little through Cao Zheng's mouth, this Cheng Kui is far away from the Kui Mu Star Constellation, and he is actually a person who has experienced life in the far west, how far away is that place? Cao Zheng didn't know, and even Chengyuan himself couldn't say the specific reason.

In short, it is so far away that it is like two worlds with the Central Plains. According to Chengyuan: Even if the world suddenly collapses in an instant, everything in this place remains unchanged, and every hair tip of everyone here will maintain its original posture. This inconsemeanour, even if it lasts no matter how long it is, is "almost eternal".

Chengyuan's metaphor is full of a Western proverb, and Wang Pu is very sure that his words are an extreme exaggeration. As the saying goes, "Heaven and earth are born together with me, and all things are one with me", this sentence comes from Zhuang Zhou's "Theory of Things", and Wang Pu himself is based on this.

In this world born of "nothingness", no matter how far away it is, how can there be "eternal mutual involvement"?

At this moment, Wang Pu suddenly found that by reading the notes that Cheng Yuan was writing, he could not hear the extent of the word "distant" in this question.

After finishing the chapter "The Wall of Bianjing", Wang Pu stared at the manuscript paper, and Chengyuan began to write the next title:

Weather in Bianliang City

"When I first faced the market of Bianliang, as a visitor to the modern world, I deeply felt that Hu Feng's immersion in the city had obviously faded, and it was once believed that this was caused by the chaotic times that caused the control of the Western Regions to change hands, resulting in the severance of the connection between the Central Plains and Central Asia, but the scholar Wang Sheng clearly stated to me: this trend had been formed two hundred years ago. That is to say, long before the Arabs conquered the city of Talas, the spread of the cultural landscape of the Western Regions had already begun to fade, and Wang was a master of first-hand records, and his father, as the financial deputy of the ruling government, was obviously extremely convincing in this era.

It is with the support of this information that I can make the following statement with great certainty: the theory of the temporal decay of cultural transmission is indeed an unusually reliable theory, and this continuous decline is often much deeper than the natural and political barriers............

Wang Pu may be the least fearful person in the world of difficult articles, but when he sees the strange vernacular from left to right in the manuscript, especially the second paragraph, he feels powerless. At this moment, he deeply felt: what is distance.

At this time, Chengyuan was shocked by the dense crowd of passers-by in the city.

"Wandering monk," Cheng Yuanqi said, "There are wandering monks everywhere!" Almost one in ten. ”

Wang Pu was a little helpless about his fuss: "Most of these people were originally not from the temple, but I am afraid that they were shaved in private, and then they were named in various temples." ”

Cheng Yuanqi said: "I once heard that in the second year of Tiancheng (the year name of Li Siyuan of Later Tang Mingzong), the imperial court strictly ordered that monks must be tested by scriptures when they enter the ordination, and those who receive the precepts privately will be punished, how can it breed so many wandering monks?" ”

"How can it be that simple?" Cao Zheng, who was on the other side, suddenly shook his head and said, "They may not have shaved their degrees because they have the heart to the Buddha, and deserters and deserters abound." After receiving the ordination law, he got rid of the county government household registration and the military registration of the festival, which is also a way to live. If they are not allowed to eat and recite Buddha, will they see that they have fallen into the rebellion of the displaced people? The soldiers, horses, money, and food spent on quelling the turmoil, or the taxes and taxes lost by the monks, which is more important, the imperial court has its own scale. ”

Chengyuan knew that the temple property was not taxed, the climate of the Central Plains turned cold, and the wars were frequent, which made it difficult for the local warlords to focus on the management of the Yellow River.

Dou Ran Lan suddenly asked: "What do these wandering monks think about the precepts of Buddhism?" ”

"If you have no place to eat, can you keep the rites of a saint?"

Dou Ranlan disagreed with Wang Pu's answer: "If I am hungry and thirsty, although I will not drink the stolen spring water, I would rather die than eat in the fox father's hill." ”

Wang Pu didn't reply to him, but looked at Cheng Yuan with a smile instead of a smile, Cheng Yuan naturally understood what he meant: among these people, the cultivators were used as labor in the temple for a short time when they were busy farming, and those deserters were the thugs of the temple to resist the government. In Wang Pu's view, Chengyuan originally suggested that Dou Ranlan partner with the monk Youfang, which was obviously a stupid move, if Dou Ranlan unfortunately met a "perverted monk", the consequences can be imagined.

Chengyuan knew that he was a little speechless on this issue, so he had to pick up the pen and continue writing, and Wang Pu's gaze was immediately fixed on the tip of his pen again:

It is said that he was extremely disgusted with the prosperity and chaos of Bianliang, and he called the free people who did not engage in farming around the city "traitors", and since then he has set many strict rules, such as prohibiting itinerant food vendors, and the residents' portals must not face the streets. These well-known accounts are found in the biography of the Book of Sui, which is intended to honor good officials, and what I have seen with my own eyes at the moment seems to confirm this, although the battle between the government and the natural and social development of the people's lives often ends in defeat after a long period of time, that is, the houses have long since broken this mandatory prohibition on street frontage, but the state in which the residents are wrapped in the Minfang is still the same, which seems to convey to me the situation when the pattern was first designed.

Compared with Dengzhou and Xuzhou in the south, Bianliang City is obviously trying to get rid of an inherent model - that is, the model that Western geographers named after the patriarchal city (i.e., the cosmomagicalcities) in the "Extremes of the Four Directions", Bianliang City is trying to disrupt this layout of political power and coercion at all times with the power of the people, and the struggle of Bianliang is the real vanguard of an eastern country seeking to be reborn. ”

After Chengyuan finished writing this paragraph, he subconsciously looked up and found that Wang Pu was also looking at him.

Wang Pu's expression seemed to be extremely solemn, and Chengyuan knew that although he could not exhaust the many modern descriptions and discussions in his text, he would definitely be able to smell some special flavors with his intelligence.

He was right, what Wang Pu realized from the words of the manuscript at this moment was not only grotesque, but a slightly shocking perspective.

It's a cold and nihilistic perspective, but it's full of a terrifying power. Like a forgetful god muttering to himself in the face of the world he has created, it seems that all the saints of the world pay great attention to are only leading the herdsmen on his behalf.

"What is the purpose of these accounts...... Wang Pu frowned? ”

"Oh? Does a book have to be useful? Regardless of historical books and miscellaneous notes, do they have to be mixed with some words that have been applied to the world or edifying people's hearts before they can be written? ”

"Words to the world and edification, these are the bones of the written intention!"

Looking at the other party's awe-inspiring words, the traverser did not answer, he smiled, put down the pen in his hand, and then looked out the car window.

What you see is the scene of Kyoto's Nishi City, and the nearby avenue is full of towering giant trees, confirming the special attraction of the locust tree species to the officials of the Tang and Song dynasties. Vendors gathered at the south entrance of the West Market, looking up at the sky from time to time before the drums of the opening of the market sounded, unafraid of the dazzling light of the sun, in anticipation of the arrival of noon. The surging crowd blocked the place where the car went, and after a while, Chengyuan and his party were wrapped in it, and Qiu Er impatiently drove to no avail, so he had to go with them to look forward to the opening of the bazaar.

"It's noon!"

The officials of the Kaifeng Pingzhun Department raised their hoarse voices, the rapid opening of the market drum sounded, and the people were full of energy as if they were about to face a war, and when the drum sounded less than a hundred times, the crowd had flocked to the door impatiently, and the officials had to shout helplessly:

"Three hundred voices are over...... Numerous...... Person...... Slow...... Into ......"

Then he opened the door, and the people poured in, and a little beggar, who was waiting to rush into the market, fell and died under the trampling of the vendors. The car drove again, and Cheng Yuan watched the strong man under a certain Pingzhun Division lift the body of the little beggar with one hand and walk away slowly, and his heart was melancholy.

Cheng Yuan picked up the pen again, and in the same situation, how a Tang and Song scholar or a modern scholar took materials and remembered them is very different.

He recalled Wang Pu's words in his mind: "To educate the world is the bone of written intentions." ”

"Wang Pu must be a great historian," Cheng Yuan thought to himself, "If another Tang and Song literati read the account on this manuscript paper, he would definitely "pinch his nose and leave", Wang Pu, only this person will feel something, and even ripple in his heart. "Everything is because he is Wang Pu, the great compiler of the "Five Generations Meeting".