After breakfast, Li Qu went out of the house, holding an oil-paper umbrella, and walked slowly to the village school.

The sound of raindrops on the umbrella surface is in the ears, and the smoke and rain are hazy, step by step in the painting.

Li Quzhi was intoxicated by this scene, and when he raised his eyes, there was a man in Tsing Yi standing under a plum tree in the three dojos, holding a pu leaf umbrella, standing and staring at himself.

Suddenly, the man in Tsing Yi smiled at Li Quzhi and asked: "This little brother, I have a friend who lives in Lishan, and I want to go to visit him, but I don't know why I got lost, may I ask my little brother, how to go to Lishan?"

Li Quzhi looked at the man in Tsing Yi, also smiled slightly, and replied: "This gentleman, you look up and look north, and the big mountain you see is Lishan, and you will arrive three miles north of the town." ”

The man in Tsing Yi smiled at Li Quzhi again, said thank you, little brother, and walked out of the town. After walking about dozens of zhang, the man in Tsing Yi looked back at Li Quai, and muttered to himself: "The dantian breath is mixed, as if there is a heroic qi, and there seems to be a Tiangang qi, as if there are other breaths, but it is difficult to see." At such a twelve-year-old age, he has almost touched the threshold of the third realm, which is amazing, amazing. ”

But the man in Tsing Yi immediately thought of something, shook his head, sighed, and drifted away.

When it comes to Lishan, Li Quzhi remembers that at the turn of the spring and summer when he was nine years old, he climbed back to Lishan with Mr. Zhang. At that time, I was still young, and I had to climb to the top of the mountain for more than an hour, and I was already exhausted when I reached the halfway point of the mountain, and my legs and feet were weak.

At that time, Li Quzhi asked Mr. a question: "Sir, why do you want to climb the mountain?"

Mr. Zhang said: "Twelve, whether you climb or not, the mountains are there." ”

Then, Mr. Zhang took Li Quai's hand and said, "Those who have reached the summit since ancient times have never regretted it and benefited for life." Climb the mountain and small Qizhou, climb the east mountain and small Lu country, climb Mount Tai and small the world. This is the ambition of 'wanting to be poor for a thousand miles and going to the next level', so everyone must have the ambition of 'not being afraid of clouds and clouds, only because of being at the top' and the courage of 'going up to a tall building alone and looking at the end of the world'. ”

Standing on the top of the mountain, the field of vision is broad, the eyes are full of willows and warblers, the breeze is blowing, the nose is full of peach and plum fragrance, mountain flowers are fragrant. Looking north, you can see the magnificent Qizhou City, and you can see the surging Yellow River, and you can see the scenery for hundreds of miles.

Mr. Zhang asked at the time, "Twelve, is Alexandra beautiful?"

Li Quzhi replied: "Beautiful, it will be the top of the mountain, and you can see the mountains at a glance." ”

Mr. Zhang said: "Lishan is the famous place of my Qizhou. However, there are many famous mountains and rivers in the Dasong Dynasty that are more beautiful than here. You're still young and haven't been there, but when you're older, you can go and see it. Mount Tai in the East China Sea, Emei in Western Shu, Yishan in the south, Yanshan in the north, and Songshan in the Central Plains are all the ultimate beauty in the world. In a good world, there is room for the division of the north and the south......"

Li Quzhi said: "Sir, you don't need to worry, wait for me to grow into a seven-foot man, with a Wu hook, ride a horse to the north, and collect Yanyun Fifty Prefectures." ”

Mr. Zhang looked at Li Quai, gently rubbed Li Quai's head with his hand, and said, "It's the king's affairs in the world, and he has won the name of his predecessor and posterior." ”

Li Quzhi still remembers that at that time, Mr. took him not to go down the mountain from the south, but chose to go down from the north, and Mr. did not explain.

On the way down the mountain, the moon and stars are scarce, and the breeze is the companion, and Mr. can't help but sigh: "Ruyi, as I wish; ”

Halfway down the mountain, passing by a monastery, I happened to see an old monk and a little monk who was about the same as him, sitting cross-legged on the flat ground in front of the temple.

The old monk said to the little monk: "I have three treasures, one is a dandelion flower, one is a manuscript of the Prajna Heart Sutra, and the other is a summer cicada, how do you choose?"

The little monk did not answer the old monk, but simply recited a poem gently: "Drink the dew, and the sound of dredging is out." Raising his voice from afar, not by the autumn wind. ”

After the little monk finished speaking, the old monk smiled slightly and knocked on the little monk's head.

Then the old monk turned his head, smiled at Mr. Zhang and Li Quzhi, and said to Twelve, "I think the donor has a relationship with Buddhism." ”

Mr. Zhang smiled and did not answer.

Li Quzhi stuck out his tongue and said, "What's the fate, what's the fate, I don't want to be a monk."

The old monk continued: "Little donor, I have just walked past a stone tablet that reads, 'All the Dharma is inherent in the heart; ”

Li Quzhi was stunned for a moment.

Mr. Zhang said to the old monk, "The master of the two capitals, the master of the three emperors, why bother?"

The old monk then got up, folded his hands again, bowed his head and sang the Buddha, muttering, "One line and three flavors, who is the one who recites the Buddha." ”

On the way back to Yaojia Town, Mr. Zhang asked Li Quai, "Twelve, do you know how the little monk was chosen?"

Li Quzhi replied: "Sir, the little monk chose the cicada, and the student memorized this poem. It's just that the students don't understand why the little monk chose a summer cicada. ”

Mr. Zhang replied with a smile: "According to legend, the Buddha holds a flower, and the Buddha smiles, this flower is a world, and a Buddha is a Buddha." Why does the old monk use a dandelion flower, because after the dandelion flower encounters the wind, it will fly with the wind, gathering is a flower, scattered is full of stars, and the flower stem is bald, this flower stem without flowers is not like the old monk's bald head. ”

Li Quzhi said with a smile: "Mr. is very right, it is like a monk's bald head. ”

Mr. Zhang continued: "The manuscript of the Prajna Heart Sutra is said to have been written by the patriarch of the old monk's lineage, and it is the token of the teachings of this lineage. The Prajna Heart Sutra was preached by the Buddha when he was in the second reincarnation of the Dharma of non-appearance, and it is the first profound Dharma in Mahayana Buddhism, and there is a saying that 'the Buddha said that among the 84,000 methods, the Prajna Dharma is the most special'. ”

"As for the summer cicada, the cicada is the homonym of Zen, which has both the meaning of Zen Buddhism and the meaning of Zen. Xia Cicada has a saying called 'a cicada and a summer, a summer and a lifetime, and a lifetime'. ”

Mr. Zhang looked at Li Quai, and then said: "These three treasures actually mean the same thing, the old monk is about to pass away, and he is explaining the future to the little monk, hoping that the little monk can take over the inheritance of their lineage." The little monk chose the summer cicada, and said three meanings: the first means that I like cicadas, they drink the dew, they are noble, and they are the same as us; the second means that since this is my karma, I will take over the inheritance of our lineage, and it will be carried forward; the third meaning is that the little monk reminds the old monk that he is still young, and many unexpected things may happen after the inheritance, so that the old monk must prepare in advance. ”

After Mr. Zhang finished speaking, he touched Li Quai's head and said two completely unrelated words: "How good it is to be such a little monk, but Mr. doesn't want Twelve to be like him." ”

Li Quzhi still remembers that after returning to the town, Mr. Zhang did not let him go home, but took him to the school, and in the hut behind the school, he saw a portrait, and the husband didn't say anything, so he kowtowed three times.

That night, Mr. Zhang drank a lot of wine and talked a lot.

Mr. Zhang said to him: "Little Twelve, for the peace of the country and the people, may the stars gallop in the night."

Mr. Zhang also said to him: "Little Twelve, iron shoulders to shoulder morality, clever hands to write articles."

Mr. Zhang finally told him: "Little Twelve, we must establish our hearts for heaven and earth, establish our lives for the people, continue our studies for the saints, and open peace for all generations." ”

After that night, I never met Mr. Zhang again.

Mr. Zhang left a letter recommending a friend of his, Mr. Liu, to replace him.

Mr. Zhang, with a good name.

As soon as he thought of his husband, Li Quzhi couldn't help but speed up his pace and walked towards the school.

As soon as I walked to the door, I was stopped by a voice: "Li Quai, you stop me." ”

Li Quzhi looked up and found that a boy in a gray cotton robe sat on the threshold of the private school, swaying his legs back and forth, and when he saw Li Qubing stop, he continued: "You said yesterday that you would take me to the Yuqing River to put paper kites, why didn't you go later, so I waited for you by the river for more than an hour." ”

Li Quzhi said goodbye and said: "Yishan, I didn't say I was going to go, you said that you wanted to go to the river to put paper kites, and you wanted me to go with you, and you said that you would not see you or disperse." I said that Mr. Liu has something to do with me, so I can't go with you. As a result, you run away, regardless of whether you hear me or not. ”

Li Yishan said: "Then I don't care, Li Quai, since I have invited you, it is your problem that you didn't go, you have to apologize to me, or you sharpen a wooden sword with pine wood for me." You have a steady hand, and the wooden sword you sharpened is definitely better than Xiang Huaiying's. ”

The drunkard does not mean to drink.

Li Quzhi smiled, it doesn't make sense to reason with Li Yishan, but there are some truths that still need to be explained.

Li Quzhi said with a smile: "Yishan, you didn't hear me speak and made your own opinions, this is your fault." But if you want a pine sword, it doesn't matter, I can give it to you. ”

Li Yishan stuck out his tongue at Li Quai, and then said with a smile: "This is what you are willing to give me, and what you promised me, you can't go back." I, Li Yishan, want to become a generation of heroes. Go sick brother, the poem you taught me to memorize last time was very good. ”

After that, Li Yishan waved Wang Ba Fist and began to recite it: "Zhao Keman Hu Ying, Wu Hook Shuang Xueming." The silver saddle shines on the white horse, like a shooting star. Kill one person in ten steps, and don't stay for a thousand miles. Brush off your clothes and go to hide deep with your name ......"

"Go sick brother, I like to kill one person in ten steps, don't stay for thousands of miles, go to the clothes after the incident, hide deep and famous, this is what a chivalrous man does. ”

"Go sick brother, I, Li Yishan, promise you a word now, if you encounter any difficulties in the future, you will send me a letter, and I, Li Yishan, will definitely go thousands of miles to the difficulty, and ask with a sword." ”

Looking at Li Yishan's happy smile, Li Qu couldn't help but feel sick.

The gentle breeze blows warms the heart.