I don't know why the master's body is gone, I am confused, is the flesh incarnated? His old man's life is legendary, and his research on Taoism can reach heaven and man, and I can't understand many things.

After I got off the bus from the airport, I found Confucius after many inquiries. The descendants of the Confucian family are the only family in China that can continue to be hereditary officials for thousands of years, and each generation of descendants will be crowned with the name of Yan Shenggong, and for thousands of years, the change of dynasties has never stopped.

Each generation of descendants of the Confucian family is born as a saint and cultivated, their born destiny is fixed, admired by others, they can not swear, they can not be naughty and fight, they will be received and invited as guests wherever they go, because they have the shadow of the Confucian saint.

However, what is unexpected is that the successive generations of Yan Shenggong. No generation has ruined the reputation of the Confucian saints.

Senior brother Kong Decheng is also such a person, born to be a saint, but when he died, he told his master that he hated his life, and he hated himself for being a good person.

Because after he is a saint, he is a perfect good man. So how to dress. How you walk, how you talk, and even how you look and smile are all designed.

In the eyes of outsiders, he was innocent in his life, because he was a descendant of the Confucian saints.

He only looks like a child when he is in front of his master, and he will do it with others decades ago in order to protect his master.

And in his later years, he had to give up his master's Taoism and become a pure Confucian scholar, writing books and sayings, because he was a descendant of the Confucian sage. This is how it should be after the saints.

When I arrived at my brother's mansion, I found that the Confucian Mansion was open at this time, and there were many people coming and going, all dressed in bright clothes, and they looked like they were either business tycoons or political celebrities.

When I came, my mother bought me a black suit, and I usually wear casual pants, so I felt a little awkward wearing a suit for a while.

After entering the gate, I followed the person in front of me and received a black mourning cloth on my left arm, and then walked towards the huge Yansheng Gong Mourning Hall in the middle of the Confucian Mansion, where mourning music was placed in the hall. Flanked by a group of whisperers.

The photo of the senior brother Kong Decheng was placed above the altar, his face was serious, he did not smile, and he looked older than the master.

The master once said that when he was in the Confucian Mansion, he only lived in the first small courtyard in the backyard, and the senior brother was even bigger than the master because he was the contemporary Yan Shenggong, so some people in the business and political circles were looking for the senior brother, and he was also idle, and only when there were major things in the Xuanmen would there be special people to find him.

When I was 11 years old, my master went to Taiwan, and he mentioned me to my brother's family.

I looked at a middle-aged man wearing a filial piety hat, who looked like he should be from the Kong family, so I wanted to go up and ask where the senior brother's family was.

The middle-aged man was chatting with another big-bellied boss-looking person, and when I asked about Kong Decheng's family, he looked at me in surprise, as if he thought I was too young, so he waved his hand and motioned for me to leave, not even saying a word.

Another young man with a filial piety hat on the side saw that I was snubbed by the people of the Kong family, and beckoned me over and said with a smile: "Little brother, what are you doing?" ”

I said, "Come and worship the Holy Father, he is my ......."

"I'm not talking about this, I'm talking about what do you do?" Before I could finish my sentence, I was interrupted by the man.

I frowned and said, "I don't do business, I'm a Taoist priest." ”

"Oh." The young man's face immediately fell, and he pointed to the side of the senior brother's mourning hall and said: "The Taoist priest's incense platform is on the table over there, my grandfather used to worship an old Taoist priest as a teacher, and then he stopped being a Taoist priest, you Taoist priests have different grades, don't take the wrong incense." ”

I followed the direction he pointed and looked at the incense on a small table next to the altar, which was very different from the table next to it that served sandalwood, and the people who came and went to get the incense from the high table.

I suddenly felt aggrieved for the elder brother in my heart, I once heard the master say that the senior brother used to be with him in Wangjia Village for a few years, no one knew that he was a descendant of Confucius, he sometimes went to help the villagers in a few nearby villages to help the villagers busy farm work, he was originally good, and his character was also loyal, and the villagers left him at home to eat, he never stayed, saying that he would rush back to cook for the master.

The elder brother said that the years he spent in the mountains behind Wangjia Village were the happiest times.

Later, the identity of the senior brother was slowly spread, and the leaders of the county asked him again and again to write inscriptions, attend important occasions as guests, he was like a statue of Confucius, and when he was lifted up, it was a façade, and the leader said, look, Confucius was invited.

The elder brother was originally wooden, and he didn't say anything to others when he sat on the guest, and no one dared to toast with him, and when he went back, the leader would stuff a lot of money to him, and he returned to the Taoist temple, and the master asked him if he was back?

The elder brother would hum, then put the money on the side of the merit box and sleep with his head covered.

He didn't even talk much to his master.

I looked at the incense on the small table, which was almost untouched, and went up to pick up seven incense sticks and put them in my hand, when an old man with gray hair in front of the mourning hall said, "That's wrong, this is the incense ordered by the Taoist priest." ”

I said, "I am a Taoist priest." ”

The old man laughed and said, "Since you are a Taoist priest, don't you know the rules of Taoist incense?" "On the blood of the Upper Section.

I said, "Yes, that's why I took seven sticks of incense." ”

"Do you remember? Your generation, you light three incense, each more is a generation higher, even the same generation as Mr. Kong is only six incense, do you want to light this incense or feel fun? The old man was visibly angry.

At this time, everyone who heard the movement looked at me, and the young man who had just spoken to me came over angrily and said, "I said what is the matter with you, let you not take the wrong one, you have to take the wrong one, you don't know the rules, you won't ask?" ”

"That is, if you take seven incense sticks, who do you want to be your ancestor?" Another said.

I said, "The incense is not wrong, and I took seven sticks on behalf of my master." ”

After I finished saying this, the seven incense sticks in my hand suddenly rose with white smoke, and the young man snorted and said, "It turned out to be a little Taoist priest who learned a little Taoist technique and wanted to come to the end, I think you have itchy skin!" ”

The young man kicked me in the chest as he spoke, and I threw him to the chair next to me with a backhand, and he fell to pieces.

"Bold!" The old man on the edge of the mourning hall drank loudly, picked up a stick of incense and threw it at me, and the incense flew in front of my eyes and immediately stopped, and I blew lightly and turned into powder.

The old man was startled and opened his mouth to ask, "Who are you?" ”

I asked rhetorically, "Aren't you waiting to see me when I say I'm a Taoist priest?" What if you know who I am? ”

The old man's face was a little embarrassed, and he said: "The little brother is skilled, he must not be a mortal, please be merciful to his subordinates above the Yansheng Gongling Hall, if you are neglected, please Haihan, it is better to inform who the master is, so that the old man can know which immortal master's disciple came to the cold house." ”

"What? Do you have to tell the name of the teacher to be able to put on this pillar of incense? "I'm losing my temper too.

"Respect and humility are orderly, and etiquette cannot be chaotic! Although Mr. Kong was a Taoist priest in his early years, he worshipped Wu Zhenren of the Taiyin View of the mainland as his teacher, and Wu Zhenren was a Taoist ancestor. The old man said.

"What a respectful and humble etiquette, when you see a high-ranking official and a wealthy businessman, you will smile brightly, ordinary people come to worship and ignore you, as a member of the Confucian family, you are not afraid of chilling the heart of the Holy Prince?" I asked.

"Hmph, what kind of thing are you, dare to talk like this in front of my uncle's mourning hall!" Suddenly a voice came from behind me, and I turned my head to see a high-spirited young man, with a group of people dressed in black behind him.

Syllable!

I slapped the young man far to the ground, and the young man's eyes widened, covering his red and swollen cheeks, and he screamed for the men behind him to hack me to death.

"Presumptuous!" Another voice came, and an old man in his forties and fifties walked out from behind the mourning hall, and the group of people immediately retreated when they saw the old man.

The old man glanced at me, suddenly his fingers trembled slightly, his eyes were red, he knelt down and said: "The last school Confucius ordered to meet the little uncle, the door is ignorant, the master and nephew have no way to teach, and please don't see the little uncle!" ”