Time passed quietly day by day, and two or three months passed in a blink of an eye.

Spring returns to the wind and the snow melts.

Under the careful cultivation of Lin Ransong, Rong Chengjin gradually mastered the skills of cooking in less than a month, and cooked good dishes.

Miaohua Rock is located on the waist of Xiaoyao Peak of Wudang Mountain, which is rarely visited on weekdays, and few people come here. Rong Chengjin has a lot of time left to cook for Lin Ransong every day except for three meals a day.

In his spare time, Rong Chengjin took "Mystery Straight Talk" to find a quiet place to visit in Xiaoyao Peak.

"Hey"!

Just as I was looking at it, a voice suddenly sounded from behind.

Rong Chengjin was taken aback coldly. When I looked back, I saw a young man in a fancy costume jumping out from behind the rocks. He was about seventeen or eighteen years old, and he was very handsome.

"What are you doing?"

The boy asked.

"Who are you?"

The young man's ten fingers overlapped, and he waved at Rong Chengjin, and said, "Xiaosheng's surname is Wang, his name is Shouren, his name is Bo'an, and his alias is Yangming." Dare to ask your Excellency's name?"

Although Rong Chengjin has also read books for a few years, he has no words, let alone any aliases. Listening to him talk crepe and sour, I already didn't like it in my heart. Seeing that he was dressed again, he didn't look like a disciple of Wudang, and he couldn't help but be vigilant. He replied coldly: "No comment!"

Wang Shouren touched a nail, and he felt a little uninterested. Fortunately, he is free and easy by nature, he has seen the world, and he does not think it is wrong. Staring at the book in Rong Chengjin's hand, he asked again, "What book are you reading?"

Rong Chengjin was distracted, and hurriedly took "Xuanji Straight Talk" into his arms, and replied: "Taoist classics. ”

"Ha! It turns out that you are here to participate in the Xuanwu Dao!" Wang Shouren's curiosity seemed to be ignited again in an instant, and he said earnestly: "It just so happened that I read the "Imperial Court Sutra" a few days ago and did not understand some of the places, and when I passed by Xiangyang, I heard that Wudang Mountain is the Taoist system of the world, so I took advantage of the mountain to visit. Since we are fortunate enough to meet today, I would like to ask for advice!"

"The people in the Huang Ting are dressed in brocade clothes, and the purple flowers are flying in the clouds. Danqing green stripe Cui Lingke. Seven jade (yue ancient with the key, key. I don't know either, check. Close the two doors, and re-fan the cardinal. Xuanquan is secluded and high, and the essence of Santian is slight. The delicate girl is slender and bright, and the heavy hall is full of eight powers. Heaven and earth are close to the axe, and the spirit platform is solid and eternal. ”

Wang Shouren said that he would come as soon as he opened his mouth, and he didn't ask Rong Chengjin's opinion, so he asked: "What is the brocade dress mentioned here? What is the flying skirt? What is the Danqing green stripe Cui Lingke, and the seven jade baskets are closed on two doors? What does this passage mean?"

Rong Chengjin rolled his eyes and said, "I don't know!"

"That, the god in the middle pool is dressed in red beads, and the Danjin cloud robe has a tiger talisman. The three-inch spirit of Hengjin lives, and the hidden mushroom is lush and supports each other. How do you explain that?"

"I don't know!"

"There are eight elements in the Joan room, and Mrs. Mud Pill is neutral. Changgu Xuanxiang goes around the suburbs, and the six dragons are scattered and difficult to separate. Immortality is in a hurry, what is .......?" Wang Shouren continued to study.

Although Rong Chengjin faintly listened to the method of internal practice, he had never dabbled in these classics, and although he admired him for his erudition and strong memory, his wariness of strangers in his heart had long been ingrained. Before Wang Shouren finished speaking, he was interrupted: "I don't know!"

Wang Shouren carried Rong Chengjin up and down again and looked at it carefully, and said suspiciously: "Aren't you a Taoist priest, why don't you know three questions?"

When Rong Chengjin heard this, his face was cold, and he didn't want to entangle with him anymore, and when he turned around to leave, he suddenly saw Lin Ransong disappearing most of his body in the shadows, looking over here. With a twist of thought, he simply sat down with his knees crossed and watched the changes.

Wang Shouren asked again: "What are you doing here?"

"Sit-quiet. ”

Wang Shouren asked again: "What's the use?"

"Meditation and practice. ”

"How do you practice this?"

"The breath sinks into the dantian, and the inner look is in the heart. ”

"Interesting!" Wang Shouren listened, and with great interest, he found a big rock to climb up, and sat cross-legged.

"I'll try it too!"

Time passed quietly, and the two of them sat for an hour or two. Before you know it, the sky is full of stars, and in early spring, the cold has not completely subsided. The evening breeze blew, and it was cold.

Wang Shouren gradually felt a little cold on his body, and after beating his spirit for so long, his buttocks hurt. Disarm and said, "Hey, little Taoist, aren't you cold?"

Rong Chengjin didn't answer.

Wang Shouren asked again, "Aren't you hungry?"

Rong Chengjin just ignored it.

Wang Shouren felt that he really couldn't consume Rong Chengjin, rubbed his two legs, which had already been numb, trembled to the ground, staggered to Rong Chengjin, and provoked: "Hey! Are you asleep?"

Rong Chengjin opened his eyes, glanced at Wang Shouren coldly, and said, "Your Excellency, please respect yourself!"

Wang Shouren covered his stomach and teased: "Self-respect is not possible now, I came to Wudang to climb more than ten miles of mountain roads, and sat with you for a long time, and now my hungry chest is close to my back, and my belly is already empty." Let's eat something first, and then talk about the topic of 'lightness'. ”

Rong Chengjin hadn't spoken yet, but he only heard Lin Ransong's voice and came over: "If you want to eat, why don't you see it, the poor road has already served good food, enough to comfort the hungry." ”

When Wang Shouren heard this, he was full of joy and replied: "Very good, very good!"

After speaking, he left Rong Chengjin and turned around and left.

"Cheng Jin, are you coming back too?"

"Yes. Rong Chengjin agreed, got up and followed behind Wang Shouren, and returned to the nunnery.

Wang Shouren walked to the front of the hall, met with the old Taoist priest, and said: "It's better to obey your fate than to be respectful, thank you for your fasting!"

Lin Ransong said: "Listening to the accent, Childe is not a local. ”

Wang Shouren replied: "I am a person from the capital, my surname is Wang, my ancestral home is Yuyao, and I am currently the director of the Military Election Department of the Ministry of War. ”

Lin Ransong said solemnly: "It turned out to be Lord Wang, disrespectful and disrespectful." The humble house is simple, the hospitality is not good, and there is a lot of neglect!"

Wang Shouren didn't think about it, and said with a smile: "The person who was born as a Taoist is different. The five grains are full of hunger, and the thatched shop is cold, so why not be lazy. ”

Lin Ransong laughed when he heard this: "My lord, I have been taught!" After speaking, he posed and said, "Please take a seat!"

Wang Shouren's hungry eyes were dizzy, and when he saw the food on the table, his eyes lit up, and he was not polite at the moment. Pull out the chair and sit down, pick up the dishes and chopsticks, say the word "please" to the two, and after speaking, pick up a few seasonal vegetables, and pull the rice into your mouth for a while.

After a short meal, Lin Ransong arranged for Rong Chengjin to serve tea.

Lin Ran let go of the suspicion in his heart, and the two sat with candles and talked about the scriptures.

Until the next day, the disciple of Wudang Mountain led a sweaty servant to the door, wiped his tears and said, "Young Master, you are in a hurry to die." The little ones are looking for you everywhere and can't find them anymore, and they have the heart to die!"

"What are you looking for me to do? Don't you see me discussing the philosophy of life with real people here?"

The servant was startled when he heard this, and asked cautiously, "Young Master, are you ...... You didn't persuade people to return to the vulgar, did you?"

It turned out that although Lord Wang was in Hongchen, he had great ambitions and wanted to be a sage.

In order to be a sage, Wang Shouren once disdained even fame, and became a fanatic who worshiped Zhu Xi and a loyal believer.

The words "Poor reason!" have been engraved in Wang Shouren's mind since then.

For the sake of "Gewu", Wang Shouren stayed in the garden of his own garden with the enthusiasm of becoming a sage, looked at a branch of bamboo, ignored the wind and rain, did not eat or drink for several days and nights, until he contracted the wind cold (had a severe cold) and collapsed on the sickbed.

After he recovered from his illness, Lord Wang did not stop for a few days. He was also obsessed with Buddhist scriptures and Taoist books, and developed to a more esoteric level, and there was a posture of intensifying and not giving up until the goal was reached.

Soon after, he traveled to Hangzhou, where he met a Zen master in a temple.

It is said that this Zen master is proficient in Buddhism, has a deep cultivation, and has already penetrated life and death, seen through the red dust, and is a monk admired by monks from all sides.

Wang Shouren met with the Zen master, hoping that the Zen master could help him to initiate and guide him. I didn't want the two to talk for a long time, and Lord Wang was a little disappointed. He felt that there was nothing special about this high monk. Talking back and forth, they are all some Buddhist scriptures and Zen principles that he has long been familiar with.

Lord Wang slowly lost interest, and the Zen master gradually fell silent, and the two sides seemed to fall into silence.

In the midst of the long silence, Lord Wang suddenly had a thought. He opened his mouth to ask, breaking the silence.

"Do you have a home?"

The Zen master opened his eyes and replied, "Yes." ”

"Who else is in the family?"

"Mother is still here. ”

"Do you miss her?" asked Wang.

There was no immediate response to this question, and silence returned to the empty temple. All that was left was the sound of the wind whistling outside the window.

After a long time, an exclamation finally sounded: "How can you not want to!" After the Zen master finished speaking, he slowly lowered his head, and in his opinion, this answer did not seem to be in line with his status as a monk.

Wang Shouren stood up, looked at the ashamed monk in front of him, and said solemnly: "I miss my mother, there is nothing to be ashamed of, this is human nature!"

The Zen master did not respond and silently shed tears. Suddenly, he bowed solemnly to the king and got up to leave.

On the same day, he packed his bags, gave up his identity as a Zen master, and went home to visit his mother.

The abbot of the temple never thought that this person who came to seek Buddha would actually rebel against his own high-ranking monk. He wanted to stay for a few more days, but he was afraid that he would close the door here, so he hurriedly invited Lord Wang out of the temple.

When the old man Wang Hua learned the news, he finally reached a consensus with the master that if he didn't care about this kid anymore, the whole family would lose in his hands in the future. After careful consideration, the old man decided to talk to Wang Shouren about a family matter. He thinks that as long as this kid is married and his wife is in charge, he will not do anything out of the ordinary.

Wang Hua was born as a champion, and he once worked as a lecturer for the emperor, with a high position. Although Wang Shouren likes to make trouble, the young man is handsome, so after the news of the Wang family getting married, he was immediately stepped on the threshold, and many families crowded their heads to apply. Pick and choose, and finally fall into the Jiangxi Buzheng Senate Zhu Yanghe family, the two kings are cousins, and this Miss Zhu is Mr. Yangming's cousin.

Wang Hua called Wang Shouren, who had just turned 17, and told him to pack his luggage immediately and go to Jiangxi to greet his relatives. So Wang Shouren led a team to welcome relatives and traveled south. When he didn't want to pass through Shiyan, Lord Wang suddenly disappeared again for some reason, and he didn't even say hello to his subordinates.

The servant reminded: "The day of welcoming the wedding is still two days away, the young master must not be willful again, if the master knows, he must pick the small skin!"

Wang Shouren then remembered that he came to Hongdu (Nanchang) this time to marry Miss Zhu.

Since Lord Wang had a major event in his life, it was inconvenient for Lin Ransong to stay longer, so he euphemistically issued an eviction order. So Wang Shouren said goodbye to him and got up and went down the mountain.

In any case, Lord Wang still succeeded in getting married, courting a wife and starting a family, and his anecdote was accidentally leaked when the servants and the servants of the old man's family were mixed up. This spread throughout Hongdu, and everyone thought he was a weirdo.