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Entering the courtyard, a lame old servant came up, and the top of his head was also full of demonic energy, but the realm was only a ghost and a fairy.

After the old servant saluted, Chang Jin, the emperor's general, welcomed him into the room.

The main hall is wide, and in the corner on the side, several little foxes are half-squatting and half-sitting on the side of the low table, holding books and flipping through them. Chang Jin glanced at the past, and now those are not cultivation cheats, but common enlightenment readings for children in the world, such as "Three Character Classic", "Thousand Character Text", "Disciple Rules", "Kindergarten Qionglin" and so on.

Seeing outsiders coming in, they all raised their heads and looked at Chang Jin with curious eyes.

One of them even ran to Chang Jin's side affectionately, screaming excitedly. It was the one that Chang Jin rescued a few days ago, and he just knew that his name was Qingfeng.

"Chang Gongzi, these are all old and decaying clansmen...... the emperor introduced him, and then shouted at the group of little foxes: "The guests are here, you can't be rude, hurry up and go out to play." ”

"Squeak" The little foxes saluted in unison, then turned away.

Chang Jin was amazed in his heart, this kind of family education etiquette is rare even in secular families. From small to big, this Huangfu Nanshan is not simple.

When he turned his head to look at the layout of the hall, he saw a portrait hanging on the central wall, on which was an old Confucian in a long robe, half-sitting on a stone, holding a scroll in his hand to study.

"Who is this?" he asked curiously. can be solemnly hung on the wall by Huangfu Nanshan for worship, obviously not an ordinary Confucian.

"This is the old teacher, Liu Mingli. The emperor looked at the portrait and replied with respect on his face.

"Liu Mingli?" Chang Jin had a puzzled look on his face. He recalled carefully, as if he had not heard of a great Confucian named Liu Mingli.

"Chang Gongzi doesn't have to think about it," Seeing his expression, the imperial master said with a smile: "My master is a rural private school master, and it is normal that Chang Gongzi has not heard of it." But he was my mentor...... Sixty years ago, the old man strayed into a cave by chance, and now it is spacious, with tables, chairs and benches in the middle, but it has not been inhabited for a long time, and it is covered with dust. The old decay also appeared in the pill Dao Sutra, and under curiosity, he swallowed the pill, and then sprouted spiritual consciousness and began to cultivate.

It's a pity that there is no guidance from a famous teacher, and I have gained very little from the time I have cultivated for nearly ten years. Suddenly, the old man came up with the idea of learning human language, so he went out of the mountain and hid on the beam of a village school to listen to the master's lecture.

During this period, I went to the wild hungry to find food, and when I was thirsty, I ate some wild fruits, and there was no break for a day. After three years, the old decay finally sharpened the cartilage in his throat and learned human language.

Taking advantage of the fact that there was no one one one night, the old man knocked on the door and entered the school to visit the old gentleman.

At that time, the old gentleman was very frightened when he saw me talking, but then he gradually calmed down. It's just that I wanted to kowtow to the teacher, but the old gentleman never agreed.

He didn't take me as a disciple, but he explained the scriptures to me carefully......"

"I haven't transformed yet, the old gentleman has already passed away, and the old mana was weak at that time, and he was powerless to save him. Although he did not take me as an apprentice, I regarded him as a teacher in my heart, and after taking the shape, I found someone to paint his portrait and offered incense every day. After speaking, the emperor's face was full of regret.

After listening to Huangfu Nanshan's narration, Chang Jin was in awe of this unmasked old Confucian in the countryside. Although it is mentioned in the teachings of the saints that there is no class, there are very few things that can really be done. From this point of view, it is not an exaggeration to call the old gentleman a country sage.

Immediately, he was confused in his heart again, Huangfu Nanshan talked so much, he wouldn't just let himself listen to the story.

Before he could figure it out, the emperor said again: "Please invite Chang Gongzi to come over today, one is to express my gratitude to you, and the other is to ask for something, I hope Chang Gongzi will teach my clan to read? ”

When the Master teaches a bunch of foxes to read, that's a challenging task. Chang Jin was a little tempted, and then shook his head: "Thank you for the promotion, you are only a shallow learner, and I hope to invite another master." ”

Although he had taught Xiaoqian to read and learn calligraphy before, it was just a boring act in his spare time. Now I have to prepare for the government exam, how can I have so much free time.

"Chang Gongzi don't shirk first, listen to the old man finish speaking, do you think the average master dares to come to teach my clansmen? Not everyone is like my teacher, who can teach without class. ”

This is the truth, ordinary people are absolutely shouting and shouting to kill when they encounter monsters, and there are very few people like themselves. He thought for a moment and then said, "Since the staff members are also literate, why don't you teach them yourself?"

"Chang Gongzi doesn't know anything, he is old and stupid, he has studied under the teacher for four years, and he only knows a little about words, and he is not qualified to be a master. I had no choice but to teach them for a year, but it was just a mistake.

When Chang Gongzi rescued Qingfeng half a month ago, the old man wanted to come to thank him, but unfortunately he didn't find Chang Gongzi's residence. never thought that by chance, Childe saved Qingfeng again. Yesterday, Qingfeng returned, and once said that the son wrote, and the pen made it frightened, I think this is probably the heroic spirit of the reader's pen. Since Chang Gongzi has the spirit of Haoran, he should have great talents, and it is more than enough to be a master. Moreover, the prince has saved my people several times, and it can be regarded as fate, so why should he refuse......?

"Don't be outside," Chang Jin hurriedly returned the salute, "I came to Fucheng for the government test, and I usually don't have much free, how can I be someone else's teacher."

"Chang Gongzi doesn't have to worry, I let the clansmen be literate, not just to understand and understand the truth, not to let them go to the world to gain fame. Therefore, Chang Gongzi can teach them for an hour every day, and the rest of the time is at their own convenience. In addition, if Chang Gongzi does not dislike it, he can temporarily live in the village, and I will send someone to send him for food and clothing. This place is quiet, and the prince usually reads without being disturbed, isn't it better than staying in an inn?" said the emperor again.

"Okay," just to teach people to read, it's simple, Chang Jin nodded and agreed when he heard this. The last sentence of the imperial fu said that in his heart, there were many people in the inn in the city, and Chang Jin was often disturbed from reading during the day, so it was difficult to calm down.

It's better to stay here and teach a few little foxes to read, and even save money for food.

"Thank you Chang Gongzi," Hearing his promise, the emperor shouted excitedly outside the door: "Qingfeng, Xiao'an, come in and meet the teacher." ”

When the words landed, several little foxes rushed into the room and rushed to Chang Jin to bow to him.

Seeing their decent behavior, Chang Jin was a little surprised.

At noon, the emperor ordered a table of dishes from the restaurant in the city and invited Chang Jin. After eating, he ordered the old servant to find a carriage and send him back to the city.

Back at the inn, Wang Qinian's master and servant happened to be there, and Chang Jin informed the emperor that he would be invited to be his master, saying that he would probably no longer stay in the inn in the next few days.

Wang Qinian was very interested, and asked the student he taught if he was a young woman of twenty-eight years old.

Chang Jin smiled and shook his head, only saying that it was a few children. The true identity of the other party, he naturally will not tell.

After packing his luggage, Chang Jin took the carriage back to Green Willow Villa that afternoon.

The emperor had already ordered the servants to arrange his residence, which was complete with daily necessities, and there was a large desk by the window, on which were placed the four treasures of the study.

Chang Jin didn't care much about it originally, but after taking a closer look, he was slightly stunned.

The pen, ink, paper, and inkstone on this are all famous things, such as Langhaohu pen, Huizhou Mansion tribute ink, rice paper, and Duan inkstone. In particular, the square inkstone is a famous stone eye, the stone is delicate, delicate, lubricated, and it is crystal oily to the touch, which makes people love it. Such an inkstone is worth at least a hundred taels of silver.

It seems that the emperor has put some thought into himself, Chang Jin smiled and put his clothes on the bed. After cleaning up, he took out a book of the Commentary Sutra and looked through it.

The Dayan Dynasty admired Taoism and was disgusted, and most of the temples were destroyed in one fell swoop, and the scriptures in the temples were not spared. It was difficult to find some knowledge of the Shi family, so this volume was borrowed from Lang Yuzhu.

The decline of this world is not due to its own reasons, but it is only due to the defeat in the battle for Taoism.

The Shi family can be passed down for thousands of years, and it is naturally unique.

For example, there is a small poem in this scripture, and after reading it, he feels that it is quite profound: "Take a hoe with your bare hands and ride a buffalo on foot." People cross the bridge, but the bridge does not flow. ”

"Take the hoe with your bare hands and ride a buffalo on foot" If you regard your empty hands as a spirit, then the hoe is naturally the flesh. With the divine soul, the physical body can move, sit, lie and walk; Walking is the same, here the flesh is compared to a buffalo, in fact, it is not the ** itself, it is still the role of the soul. The last two sentences "People walk on the bridge, but the bridge does not flow" also compares ** to the carrier, like a pontoon bridge leading to the other side, and the spirit walks on the bridge, just borrowing this body.

Chang Jin didn't know if he was right to explain this little poem, but in his opinion, the description in the poem should be a metaphor for the process of monasticism. It can be seen from this that the cultivation of the Buddha family should pay more attention to the soul rather than the body.

Thinking about the scriptures of the Shi family, he unconsciously forgot the time, and when it was dark, the old servant walked to the door and stretched out his hand and knocked a few times, and shouted: "Chang Gongzi, it's time to eat." ”

Dinner was also accompanied by the emperor's staff, and after the meal, the two chatted a few words, and Chang Jin returned to the room.

He read books by candlelight for half an hour, and then sat on the bed and began to practice.

As soon as he breathed and breathed out a few times, Chang Jin's heart moved, and his divine consciousness was slightly released. I saw a few little foxes tiptoeing up to the windowsill, poking their little heads to look at themselves curiously.

Chang Jin also ignored it, withdrew his divine sense and continued to cultivate.

After breathing and breathing, he got up and said with a smile: "A few of you come in" Seeing the actions of the emperor before, he already knew that although these little foxes could not speak, most of them understood human language.

With permission, a few of the little ones scrambled through the door, and after saluting, they squeaked.

Chang Jin smiled bitterly, the other party could understand human language, but he didn't know the beast's voice, so he couldn't communicate at all.

When he was in danger, he saw Qingfeng turn around and run out of the door, and quickly grabbed two sandalwood sticks and returned.

Under Chang Jin's gaze, one of the little foxes ignited the sandalwood with a fire twist. Then they all gathered around the sandalwood, half-squatting and half-breathing.