Snow was falling outside the window.

Huang Jin held the book in his hand, looked out the window and asked with a smile: "Zen Zi came to the school palace to learn Zen is also Wu Zen?"

Zen Zi was not surprised, but said plainly: "Meditation is such a thing, naturally you have to see enough, see the green mountains have green mountain Zen, see the green water has green water Zen, see the more you see, the more you know Zen." ”

Huang Jin smiled bitterly: "Zenzi's lofty theory, Huang Jin is really difficult to understand. ”

Zen Zi smiled, did not continue to speak, but changed the topic and asked: "The school palace is the first school palace under the Confucianism sect, and there are even more cultivation methods in this library pavilion, so I dare not imagine, why do you live here and never have the slightest idea, you really have no desire and no desire? The way of immortality should be tempting for every monk, and being able to become a cloud saint can be admired by the world." ”

Huang Jin said indifferently: "I know that I can't do it, so I don't want to do it, it looks like I'm a little afraid of difficulties." ”

Zenzi smiled slightly, but folded his hands and recited a Buddha horn in a low voice.

Huang Jin looked at Zenzi, simply took a step forward, and sighed: "If it weren't for the lack of opportunity, Huang Jin would actually want to go to the Buddha country to see." ”

The monks in the mountains and rivers like to call that land the land of Buddha, but in fact, many books record that that place is actually a country of Buddha.

Zenzi smiled again, "When the little monk sets off to return to the Buddha land, if you want, you can follow me to Lingshan as a guest, but most of the scriptures on the mountain are Sanskrit, and it is not easy to read." ”

The content of Buddhist scriptures is mostly obscure, and it is difficult to retain the true meaning after translation, unless there are eminent monks and profound people who have profound Buddhism and personally annotate them, otherwise even if they are translated, it is difficult to understand.

Huang Jin shook his head and laughed softly: "In another ten years, after reading the books in the library pavilion, Huang Jin will go down the mountain." ”

Zenzi is extremely smart, he has been in the school palace for two years, and he has vaguely guessed what Huang Jin thinks, and going down the mountain is to enter the WTO, but it is not known whether this world is the Zhou State or Yanling.

Huang Jin didn't continue, the road is ahead, and before he walks up, no matter how much he says, it's a lie.

Zen Zi said in a low voice: "Everyone has something to ask for, since you don't seek this path of cultivation and walk on other paths, if you go far enough, it will naturally be an excellent result." ”

Huang Jin sighed, "No matter how far you go, others will think that you are inferior." ”

Zenzi naturally knew that he was talking about the difference between the mountains and the mountains.

In the land of Buddhism, in fact, the relationship between the ordinary people and their monks, is harmonious, and there has never been a situation of oppression from the mountain to the mountain, and in Lingshan, in fact, there are many believers who occasionally see him, and his two teachers sweep the floor in the temple and participate in meditation.

Those two division commanders are two saints.

The saints of mountains and rivers sit high in the clouds, and the sword immortals travel through the world, and it is not easy to see them once.

But the Buddha land is much easier.

It's just that no matter how intimate they are, there are always two worlds on the mountain and under the mountain.

There is a chasm in this, and that is the path of cultivation.

The realm of monks is too high, moving mountains and reclaiming the sea, even if there are millions of troops, it can't be stopped.

It is precisely in this way that there will be a distinction between the mountains and the mountains.

Even if there are so many monks in the secular dynasty, the real masters of this world are those saints.

"The people of mountains and rivers have never been ordinary people. ”

Zenzi thought to himself that the monk was not an ordinary person.

Under the absolute strength, no matter what kind of conspiracy and conspiracy, it seems so weak and powerless.

Huang Jin closed the book and said seriously: "Even if it is all repaired."

The scholars don't care about the mundane things of the world, and the people under the mountain are still jealous. ”

Zenzi nodded, "Fear and greed, fear of being strong, even if you give up a step, you will always be dissatisfied." ”

Huang Jin asked suspiciously, "So the world is not worth it?"

Zenzi frowned rarely, "I don't know who said this, but the little monk has always felt that something is wrong, how is the world not worth it? No matter how bad the world is, there will be shining points." ”

Huang Jin laughed and said no more.

Whether it's a blind eye, or a glimpse of a whole leopard, they all have their own opinions.

The world that is the same in everyone's eyes will not be so good.

Zenzi suddenly spoke: "Zhangjiao is a good person. ”

Huang Jin was silent for a while, then nodded, "Yes." ”

——

The young Song Pei didn't go to the Library Pavilion to talk to Huang Jin today, the reason was because Gu Yuan gave him a sage book yesterday, and he had to finish it today.

Song Pei sat in front of the window, looking at the heavy snow outside the window.

The book was placed on the table by him.

There was a stove in the house, and charcoal in the stove, all of which were good things.

He was the only student in charge, and he was naturally treated very well.

In fact, after Song Pei went up the mountain, no one on the mountain, whether he really liked Song Pei or fake Song Pei, no one treated him well, after all, he had been in charge of the school palace for so many years, and he only accepted such a student.

The degree of gold is evident from this.

If it weren't for the fact that the students in the school palace have never been in charge of teaching, they would definitely be the next head of the school, but I am afraid that Song Pei would have been regarded as the future head of the school palace for a long time, and there would be a lot more people who befriended him than now.

In this kind of thing, in fact, how much difference is there between the mountain and the mountain?

A lot of figuring it out.

Song Pei rubbed his head, really feeling bored.

For this school palace, Song Pei has lived for two years, but he knows a lot, knows that the entire Yanling has to listen to the voice of the school palace, and knows that his own husband is the head of this school palace, that is, the most knowledgeable scholar in the world.

is also one of the most combative readers in the world.

Song Pei didn't have much doubts about the statement that Mr. was the most knowledgeable in the world, but Song Pei had always had doubts about the statement that Mr. was one of the most powerful fights.

Just like Mr.,I look weak when I look at it on weekdays.,Can you fight?

Song Pei sighed, now that Mr. is not here, even if he wants to ask, there is no way.

After looking at the heavy snow for a long time, Song Pei suddenly wanted to go and see the cultural pool.

Before, Mr. always said that the place was very good, and Song Pei did have this idea after going up the mountain, but later I heard that there were many old masters studying over there, so he didn't dare to bother on weekdays.

It's just that now, the old masters shouldn't be staying there during the heavy snowfall, right?

Thinking about it, Song Pei smiled, found an oil-paper umbrella in the house, pushed the door out, and trotted all the way.

Along the way, many students of the Academy Palace stopped and looked at Song Pei when they saw Song Pei's dusty appearance.

This young man is now the most concerned young student in the mountain, except for Gu Yuan.

There were even a few older students who smiled and reminded Song Pei to slow down.

But it's hard to say whether it's sincere or not.

After all, people's hearts are through the belly and cannot be seen clearly.

Song Pei trotted all the way, leaving footprints of different shades on the road leading to the front of the cultural pool.

It was freezing cold, and after only walking a short half distance, Song Pei felt that he couldn't stand it anymore, so he thought that if he could see the pool of learning

What should it be like to have a master to study knowledge, but I'm afraid that this is the person who really buries his head in the books of the sages, right?

Song Pei smiled, and took it for granted, there are still some scholars in this school palace who are really immersed in learning, where to find this kind of real scholar in the sky.

It's just that the further you go, the bigger the wind and snow, and I'm afraid that an oil-paper umbrella can't stop the wind and snow.

Song Pei took a breath and walked in the snow in different shades, and soon became exhausted.

In the distance, there is a simple thatched hut in the distance.

In the midst of the wind and snow, the world is independent.

After Song Pei approached, he found that there was a little light in the hut, thinking that it was freezing this day, so he thought about staying for a while, so he accepted the umbrella and knocked on the door.

Bang bang bang!

An impatient voice came from inside the hut, "Which bastard boy?"

The voice is old, and I think it's old.

Song Pei said softly: "Student Song Pei, I want to borrow the old master's hut to avoid the wind and snow. ”

"Song Pei, whose student dares to come here because he doesn't know the rules so much?"

The voice of the man inside was still impatient, unconfused.

Song Pei Zhengse said: "The student is a student of Mr. Su Yesu. ”

Su Ye's students wanted to be courteous wherever they came to the school palace, but in front of this thatched house, Song Pei did not receive the courtesy he deserved, and the house was silent for a long time before he heard footsteps, and after a short period of time, the door was opened.

There was a gray-haired, diminutive old man who opened the door and stood inside the house looking at Song Pei.

Song Pei looked at the old man's messy hair, and thought to himself which old master this was, the elders of the school palace that he saw on weekdays were all meticulous in appearance, where could there be such a scene?

The old man stood at the door and asked again, "You are a student of Su Ye, when did you worship?"

Song Pei thought that his husband didn't say that he couldn't say these things, and after thinking for a while, he told the old man about the acquaintance process one by one, and finally said, "Mr. hasn't returned yet." ”

The old man frowned, and the old fellow, who hadn't seen an outsider for decades, finally nodded and said, "Kneel." ”

Song Pei was a little angry for no reason, he had seen so many elders in the school palace, but no one treated him like this, most of them were kind and good, no matter how bad they were, they would not speak ill of each other, but this one, as soon as they met, they asked him to kneel.

Why?

The old man said unhappily: "When you see your husband, do you want to kneel?"

Song Pei thought that he had seen Mr., although he wanted to salute, but Mr. never asked me to kneel......

The old man was a little unhappy, waved his hand to interrupt Song Pei's thoughts, he rubbed his cheeks, frowned, and said: "Su Ye has to call the old man Mr. when he sees the old man, the old man asks him to kneel, and he can only kneel, you bastard boy, is it possible to be even more powerful than Su Ye? No matter how powerful it is, when you see the old man, you have to kneel." ”

Song Pei was angry and blurted out, "Old man, what kind of thing are you, why does my husband call you sir?"

The old man patted his head, stretched out his hand to grab Song Pei's ear, and snorted coldly: "What is the old man, let you take a closer look." ”

As he spoke, the old man dragged Song Pei directly to the hut.

Then slam the door shut.

In this world, the person who can make Su Ye, the head of the school palace, shout sir, is not even qualified as a cloud saint, isn't it just the old man in this thatched hut.

If you want to say what great things this old man did back then.

It seems to be okay, it's just a scolding battle with the saint who has been sanctified.

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