One night, Mr. Zhu recited until late at night and walked out of the cave to move his muscles and bones, looked up at the sky full of stars, and couldn't help blurting out: "This year, it will become a bean." Then he went back to the kiln and read hard. Unexpectedly, the sister who came back to her mother's house heard it in the thatched house at this time, and when she returned to her house the next day, she told her husband. The couple harvested the wheat and planted all the land with five-colored mixed beans. The protracted drought in Futian killed the rice, millet and millet, but the drought-tolerant beans withstood the drought and reaped a bumper harvest. After the autumn harvest, the brother-in-law brought all kinds of beans on a donkey as a reward, and complained that since the younger brother had this ability, he should tell his main relatives about the celestial phenomena of what crops would fail in the summer and autumn every year, so that everyone could get rich. But Mr. Zhu did not speak. The news spread, and every year the farmer waited to see what seeds Mr. Zhu's family sowed into the field, and then they would sow the seeds in their own fields. However, there was never such a thing as Mr. Zhu's sister who was so proud, and the crops of the Zhu family suffered the same disaster as the crops of the others, Leng Zi discounted the grain, the gods sucked up the wheat grains, and the locusts gnawed all the autumn seedlings and even the leaves. But this does not mean that Mr. Zhu is not a god, but that the heavenly machine cannot be revealed, and the heavenly opportunity cannot be broken for his own Lao Tzu and relatives. Later, when they lost their clothes and lost children at the rally, they all came to Mr. Zhu to ask for divination, but he didn't say that they wouldn't leave, but cried and told about his disaster. Mr. Zhu carefully inquired about the time, place and reason for the child's loss, and then made a judgment to help the stupid farmer to find it, and many times it was really fulfilled. After Mr. Zhu opened Bailu Academy, in order to eliminate the interference of more and more people who asked God for divination, he knocked down the four statues one by one, and said to the craftsmen who were so frightened that they were in a daze: "I am not a god, I am a human being, and I don't believe in God at all!"

On the opening day of Bailu Academy, Mr. Zhu was very busy, but a young farmer ran into the door sweating, saying that one of his calves had run away and asked Mr. Zhu where to find it. Mr. Zhu was preparing for the opening ceremony, and he was entangled by the people who came and was annoyed, but he was very cultivated and modest, and he still said happily: "The cow is in the south direction." Come on! If it's late, it's taken away. Then the young peasant turned and ran, and ran straight along a narrow field path to the south, where two girls walked hand in hand on the road, and the young man ran like a cow staggering and staggering, and passed between the two girls, and knocked away the hand they were holding. The two girls grabbed him and scolded him, and the men who were hoeing wheat in the nearby fields came around and beat him without saying anything, saying that the young peasants were playing tricks and making trouble. The young peasants couldn't resist and couldn't argue clearly, so they ran away, and those people chased after them. The young peasant was in a hurry, so he jumped down from a high hill, fell to the stars, looked up, and saw that the ox was in the trench under the ridge, and there was a purple-red calf pouting and sucking milk under the belly, and the old ox was licking the calf leisurely. He got up and grabbed the reins of the ox, jumped to his feet and raised his hands and shouted like madness to the farmers who were chasing him on the high hill: "Dude, what a good fight, what a good fight!" Then he told Mr. Zhu about looking for cattle. Those buddies slipped down from the high hurdle one after another, no longer caring about his trickery in front of the girl, and asked Mr. Zhu in more detail about the details of finger pinching and divination, and everyone said that he was really a living immortal! The young farmer who was looking for cattle said with a dance: "Mr. Zhu recited four secrets to me, 'If you want to have cattle, walk quickly to the south; Bumped the girl's hand away, and the old cow licked the calf. 'Look at God or not!' This magical legend naturally quickly reached Jiaxuan's ears, and when he later met his brother-in-law, he asked him to confirm its truth, and the brother-in-law smiled and said, "Oh, it seems that I don't want to become a god and I can't help it!"

Jiaxuan has always respected his brother-in-law, but he has never regarded Mr. Zhu as a god who knows the heavens like ordinary farmers. He was a little disappointed when he first saw his brother-in-law. When Zhu Caizi, who had long been famous in the township, came to his home to marry his eldest sister Biyu, he had to see his brother-in-law's dignity and demeanor, and he had just put on muddy crotch pants at that time. The appearance of the talented man is ordinary, and his walking posture is also ordinary, which seems to be unable to be unified with the legendary prodigy genius. After the mother had left to greet his relatives and give him the bridal gift, he asked, "What do you think of your eldest brother-in-law?" He pulled down his eyelids and said in frustration, "No." Expecting to hear warm words of praise from his lips and not being satisfied, his mother gave him a slap in the neck.

He began to respect his brother-in-law after he became sensible after he read books, but he was never able to overturn the ingrained first impression. He revered his brother-in-law not as a god or as a "bad" mortal, but as a saint and that he himself was a mortal. The saint can see through the secrets of mortals, but mortals cannot see through the actions of saints; There is a natural barrier between mortals and saints that can never be communicated. The saint disdains to pay attention to the seven things that mortals fight over too much, and it is difficult for mortals to live their lives by following the wise words of the saints. Many of the saints' widely circulated philosophies of life can actually be done only by the saints themselves, and mortals cannot do it at all. "The house is a signboard, it is tired, and saving money is a ghost." This is one of the famous sayings of the sage's brother-in-law, and the rich and poor farmers in the countryside take this slang oral song as a scripture. When the news spreads that a wealthy man has been robbed of his treasure and cut off his head by bandits, all the men and women who hear the news will sigh and chant these words of the saint. People have repeatedly demonstrated the holy words of the saints from their own experiences or the many examples they have heard and witnessed of the urging of money, but none of them have been able to put them into practice. Mortals, after being full of interest and even gloating, quickly put the bloody example they had just said to the back of their minds, and went to work desperately to earn money to meet the ghosts who were urging their lives, and never missed the opportunity when the opportunity came to buy an extra acre of land and add another house. It is not a tragedy for a mortal to believe in the words of a saint but not to put them into practice, but because mortals can never become a saint.

Walking north from Bailu Village, there is an official road that is rutted deep by ox carts and leads straight to the original edge of the northern end of Bailu Plain, and it is very close to Zishui County when you wade through Zishui on the original slope. Bai Jiaxuan copied a diagonal path from the top of the original and walked down, and saw the green cypress trees that covered the academy from a distance. Bai Jiaxuan stepped on the slippery snow and finally came down to the gate of the academy, and when he looked up, he saw the patterns of white deer and white crane carved on the panels of the gatehouse, and the long sound of reciting scriptures was poured into his ears. When he entered, he did not squint, nor did he look left and right, but walked straight through the courtyard to the living room of his brother-in-law and sister in the backyard. The elder sister was sitting cross-legged on the kang sewing clothes, making tea for her younger brother while asking about her mother's tranquility. No need to ask, my brother-in-law is lecturing at the moment, and he is sitting and waiting to talk to his sister about family life. The eldest sister who is the wife of Mr. Zhu, the brother-in-law of the famous saint, is also dressed in cloth and does not wear silk and satin. Indigo blue cardigan, green cloth trousers, and small feet are home-woven shoes and socks with belts, but the workmanship is very fine, and the buttons and buttons of the cloth are almost impossible to see the needle and thread. My sister is whiter and fatter than when she was in her own house, not bloated, but more dignified, with a kind of seriousness, a kind of gentleness and a kind of sternness in her eyes. After the eldest sister married Mr. Zhu, she seemed to gradually reveal the aura of a saint, and she was no longer the eldest sister who combed his hair, washed his face, and mended him when he was at home. There was a noise of footsteps in the courtyard, Jiaxuan looked through the door, and a group of students walked towards the backyard, all of them looked old and upright, and after entering the dining room in the backyard, the courtyard was quiet. The brother-in-law then came back, and after saying hello, he sat down with him for breakfast. The meal is very simple, red bean millet porridge, steamed buns mixed with lentil noodles are gray in color, and a few drops of sesame oil are mixed in the finely chopped shredded radish. After eating, my brother-in-law took a pinch of dried tea leaves into his mouth, chewed it for a long time, and then spit it it out to eliminate the smell of radish, so as not to spew out the smell when teaching or talking to others. The brother-in-law led him to the study in the front yard to talk.

Five halls, four pillars, painted red, from top to bottom, shiny with oil. There are rows of bookshelves in the whole hall, and the shelves are full of stacks of books, and when you enter, you can smell a quiet smell of book paper. The west side is separated to form a suite, with a thick white homespun curtain, a large bookcase by the window, a finely carved jade pen holder, a jade pen holder and a pair of jade paperweights, all of which are the beloved objects of my brother-in-law. Zishui County is famous for producing beautiful jade, and according to legend, the jade seal of Qin Shi Huang was taken from the jade here. Apart from these, there is no ornament, not a single book or paper, and there is not a single ink painting or a frame of banner on the entire four walls, except for a map of the county drawn with a brush on the west gable. Every time Jiaxuan came, he couldn't help but think that most of those literati scholars with calligraphy and painting banners hanging on the walls might actually be elegant straw bales; A really learned person like his brother-in-law is actually not inconspicuous, but just in his stomach, and he doesn't have to hang it on the wall to bluff people. The two sat on the straight-backed chairs on both sides of the table, in the middle was a charcoal brazier, the charcoal fire was burning quietly, smokeless and flameless, and the white charcoal ash left behind by the burn still clearly revealed the original wooden grain of the charcoal, and the fireworks could not be seen but felt warm. While adding charcoal sticks, my brother-in-law set up a triangular stand to boil water and make tea. He recounted in detail how to invite Mr. Yin and Yang, how to pee in the snow, how to find the slow slope without snow, how to dig out monsters, and the process of and falsifying the scene, and then asked, "Have you heard of this?" Brother-in-law Mr. Zhu listened quietly, with a look of surprise in his eyes, and without answering his words, he took a piece of paper and spread it out on the table, handed a brush to Jiaxuan and said, "You draw the shape of the white monster you saw." Jiaxuan grabbed the pen and pasted the tip of the pen in the ink cartridge, a little clumsy but very serious to draw, drew five leaves, and drew stalks to connect the leaves, and finally handed the pen to his brother-in-law with a regretful smile: "I can't draw." Mr. Zhu picked up the paper and looked at it, as if he was trying to figure out a gossip map, and suddenly said mysteriously: "Little brother, look at what you are drawing?" Jiaxuan took the paper and re-examined it, still saying innocently: "It's basically the monster I dug up." The brother-in-law smiled, took the paper and said to Jiaxuan, "You drew a deer!" Jiaxuan was so shocked that he couldn't speak, and the more he looked at the clumsy picture he had just drawn, the more he looked like a white deer.

In ancient times (legends don't seem to pay attention to the accuracy of the date), there was a white deer on this plain, with white hair, white legs and white hooves, and the antlers were even brighter and clearer. The white deer jumped and jumped as if running and like floating from the east to the west plains, and disappeared in an instant. The croppers suddenly found that after the white deer floated by, the wheat seedlings suddenly jumped high, and the weak seedlings of Huang Bulaji turned into black and oily green seedlings, and the whole plain and the river were full of green wheat seedlings. After the white deer ran past, someone found a dead wolf, a dying fox, a pile of dead toads in the gutter wetland, and all poisonous insects and pests were quietly killed. What is even more surprising is that someone suddenly found that the old lady who was paralyzed in the kang was dashing with a rolling stick and rolling dough on the table, the old man who had been blind for half a life opened his bright eyes and picked up the mixed sand grains in the wheat with his sieve, the bald second child's dysentery hair grew black black hair, and the ugly daughter with crooked mouth and slanted eyes became as fresh as a peach blossom...... This is White Deer Plain.

When Jiaxuan was just able to understand the content of the adults' not too complicated speech, he listened to his grandmother, mother, father and many people in the village repeat the legend of the white deer countless times, and everyone talked about the slight differences, but the appearance of the white deer was undoubted. People chewed the white deer with relish from generation to generation, especially in the unbearable pain caused by war, famine, plague and famine, hoping that the white deer would magically reappear, and the result was naturally never happening, but people still continued to chew with great interest. It was indeed a story to chew on. A snow-white deer, soft as boneless, jumping happily, dancing, floating out of the South Mountain, playing freely in the open field. Everywhere you go, the trees are prosperous, the seedlings are strong, the grains are abundant, the six animals are prosperous, the plague is cleared, the poisonous insects are extinct, and the ten thousand families are happy, what a wonderful peaceful and prosperous world! Once such a white deer enters the heart when people are just able to understand human speech, they will never be able to forget it. Jiaxuan was now pinching the paper on which he had just drawn the white deer, and a lively white deer was already running in his mind. He was even more convinced of the idea that he was a mortal and his brother-in-law was a saint. He saw with his own eyes the strange monster under the snow and drew its shape with his own hands, but he couldn't tell that it was a white deer. The sage's brother-in-law saw the shape of the white deer at a glance, "You are drawing a deer!" A sentence broke through the masked paper in front of the mortal's eyes, and it suddenly became clear. The difference between mortals and saints is the piece of paper in front of them, mortals are reincarnated with the face covering paper that was covered when they died in their previous lives, and only saints were reincarnated by the gods who took off that piece of paper. Mortals can never see through the world in front of them, but saints have a deep understanding of the complicated world. Mortals only came to their senses once when the saint uncovered the paper on his face, after which it was completely muddy and black again. After the saint's brother-in-law said, "That's a deer," he stopped saying any more superfluous words, and bowed his head to avoid his face. Jiaxuan understood that this was the saint's order to expel the guest, so he took his leave and went home.

The white deer was floating in my mind all the way. The white deer has dissolved into the White Deer Plain, and thousands of years later, it has appeared as an elf, and it is intended to show this auspicious omen to Bai Jiaxuan. If it weren't for the death of a woman in the sixth room, he wouldn't have rushed to Mr. Yin and Yang to observe the acupuncture points; Just as he was looking for Mr. Yin and Yang, a rare heavy snow fell at night; In such an overwhelming snow-covered threshold weather, who will go out except for the dead to report the funeral? All of this was the precise and wonderful arrangement that the gods in the underworld gave him to Bai Jiaxuan. Besides, if he had gotten up early in the morning to pee in the latrine in the backyard as usual, instead of holding the urine all the time on the mound, then he would only pay attention to the slippery feet and would not dare to look around, and naturally he would not have found the wet land where the snow had melted under the slow slope dozens of paces away. If it weren't for that, he would never have set foot in the land under the slow slope, which was the land of the Lu Zilin family. He thought all the way, since the gods showed me the auspicious signs of the white deer to Bai Jiaxuan, instead of showing it to Lu Zilin, the owner of the land, then he could act according to the will of the gods to save the Bai family. How to buy Lu Zilin's slow slope land, you have to spend a little bit of scheming. To be foolproof and not show clues, you have to plan everything very well. The methods are all planned by people, and the key is to calm down and not act in a hurry. As soon as the perfect plan was planned, Bai Jiaxuan implemented it quickly and resolutely.