Linjiang Tower is the central building of Lushan County. After the Hengjiang Bridge went ashore, it passed the Linjiang Tower, and it was divided into three forks. Walking south, to the edge of the county, you can walk to a small stream, a pavilion, and a grass house. The owner of the grass house is Mr. Huangfu.

After following Mr. for five years, Xie Jiang didn't know what Mr. Huangfu's full name was. He has a lot of students, and everyone calls him sir, and Xie Jiang also calls him. I seem to remember that I asked the people around me when I first came, but no one knew, and then I kept calling him sir.

Follow the path behind the grass house to the foot of the mountain, is the side gate of Daolin Temple, and then there is a half-mountain pavilion. It was here that Xie Jiang met the two masters.

When he first arrived in Tanzhou, Xie Jiang was a street child, miserable. Hearing that Shi Zhai of Daolin Temple, he ran over to eat a bowl of rice and walked around the foothills. When he arrived at the Mid-Mountain Pavilion, Xie Jiang saw a monk and an old man with a goat's beard playing chess. I didn't care about them, just sat down and rested by myself. That day, the wind and the sun were beautiful, Xie Jiang, who had been hungry for several days, was in a good mood after eating fasting, and the two old and one young were sitting in the pavilion very peacefully.

"Go and fetch a pot of water," said the old man.

"Oh!" Xie Jiang didn't think about anything, picked up the kettle next to him and went to the stream he passed by just now to fetch water. After filling the water glass, Xie Jiang also sat next to them and watched them play chess. He had never seen anyone else play chess, and when he saw the two elders staring at the chessboard so intently, he followed suit.

"Poof," the monk took a sip of water and sprayed it to the side, "How is it water?"

"What's wrong with the water?" said the old man.

"You old man is cheating. ”

"What kind of cheating, drinking saliva and you're going to win?"

"What does it mean to drink saliva and you win, where did you win?"

"Then you go on!"

"Okay, just keep going. Don't go, boy, I'll clean you up after playing chess," the monk said to Xie Jiang.

Xie Jiang doesn't remember who won or lost that game of chess, but he knew that the two of them had played for a long time, and later, Xie Jiang followed the old man with the goat's beard, that is, Mr. Huangfu, to learn to write, and then followed the monk to learn to meditate, these are his two masters.

Later, Xie Jiang learned that these two masters were both well-known people in the local area.

Mr. Huangfu, on weekdays, he lectures in the pavilion in front of the grass house, and there is an endless stream of people who come to listen to the lectures, and many dignitaries and nobles in Tanzhou City also come to listen to the lectures, and there are even celebrities who come from afar.

The monk's name is Banyun, who came to Daolin Temple many years ago, fell in love with the ancient pines and scriptures here, and stayed in the temple. Because he is a wine and meat monk, he has to be named in Daolin Temple, but he is not allowed to stay in the temple on weekdays. His fame is because of two things, the first is that many years ago, the Central Plains Emperor destroyed the Buddha, and he single-handedly protected the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion of Daolin Temple. The second is one of his poems: "Half wine and half poetry can avoid vulgarity, half immortal and half Buddha are good at cultivating the mind, half a house and half a cloud, half listening to the sound of pine and half listening to the piano." The presiding officer of Daolin Temple gave him the title of Banyun Monk and was promoted to the honorary elder of Daolin Temple for life.

After meeting the two masters, I met Brother Xiaowu again, is it considered fortunate to have three lives, or is it fortunate to have three?

In the past five years, Xie Jiang meditated with Monk Banyun every morning, then went to tidy up the grass house, learned words with Mr., and went to Linjiang Building to do chores at noon and evening. lived a fulfilling life, so that Xie Jiang soon forgot that he was still a street child.

On this day, when Xie Jiang came to the cottage, those who came to listen to the lecture had not yet come, so he arranged some tables, chairs and books by the way. Xie Jiang has learned almost the Confucius and Mencian articles in the grass house, he can read the books in the grass house casually, and he will also read them with the students, if there are words and sentences that he doesn't know, you can ask Mr. Wei, Wei Lao is a person who has followed Mr. for many years, and he is present every time Mr. gives a lecture, so he also knows a lot about these Confucius and Mencian articles.

The most talked about by Mr. was "Spring and Autumn", and he seemed to like this book very much. Mr.'s explanation of the stories in "Spring and Autumn" has many of his own explanation characteristics, so many guests from Tanzhou City and distant places come to the pavilion in front of the grass house here to listen to the lecture, also to listen to Mr.'s understanding of ancient books.

At that time, many people came to the pavilion in front of the cottage, among which the usual students of the cottage were there, and there were some outsiders, the white-haired old man and the down-and-out scholar who were in the Linjiang Building yesterday also came to sit on the ground in front of the pavilion. Xie Jiang just helped Mr. make tea and pour water, and maintained order at the scene. Today, Mr. is talking about the sacrifice of an emperor during the reign of the Spring and Autumn Period, which feels more boring, and some people leave the scene halfway. However, halfway through the conversation, a young man riding a white horse came and caught Xie Jiang's attention.

It was a majestic white horse, walking with its head held high, and a spear hung on it, and the head of the silver spear was still shining. The young man was dressed in a dark chivalrous suit, holding a sword in his left hand and a horse reins in his right hand, looking ahead, full of heroism, and the most conspicuous thing was a filial piety suit on his left arm.

Lu He was an orphan, about the same age as Xie Jiang. His stepfather hoped that Lu He could learn some articles from Mr. Huangfu, so Lu He also walked between Linjiang Tower and Caolu, and was very good with Xie Jiang, and the two met almost every day. The young man with filial piety dismounted, and Lu He brought a bowl over. The young man Dai Xiao actually threw a tael of silver directly in Lu He's bowl, Lu He looked at the young man, and returned to the stinky tree where he was originally sitting, and several other beggars saw that after Lu He sat down, they brought a broken bowl and surrounded the young man, and the young man glanced at the beggars, and everyone didn't come forward again.

After tying up the horse, Dai Xiao's eyes swept over the people present, and Xie Jiang felt that the eyes that looked at him were very cold, without a trace of human touch. After that, he found a place to sit on the floor to listen to the class, and even the usually quiet gentleman glanced at this young man with filial piety.

Shaoqing, Mr.'s class was over, everyone began to disperse, Dai Xiao's young man did not move, the white-headed old man was still napping, and the down-and-out scholar seemed to be bored and looked up at the sky, as if something was about to fall from the sky. Lu He had already stood up, but when he saw that these people didn't move, he sat down, probably because he wanted to see the excitement.

"Mr. Huangfu, in Xia Liu, the family teacher asked me to say hello to you!" Dai Xiao, a young man, walked up to Mr. After hearing the name, everyone else present was surprised, and even the white-headed old man opened his eyes and looked at this side.

"Oh, who is your master?" the gentleman did not know him.

"The family teacher is an ascetic in Zhuling Cave of Zigai Mountain, and his law name is Longxi. ”

"It turned out to be a real person from Longxi, well, Liu Gongzi, please sit down, Xie Jiang watch the tea! Zhuang Weng, Xiao Lu and that young man also came over for a cup of tea," that young man refers to the scholar You Gongzi, and Zhuang Weng is the white-headed old man.

"Thank you, Mr. Huangfu!"

"Mr. Huangfu, we haven't played chess together for many years, it's rare that you still remember the old man and me," the white-headed old man smiled.

"Liu Shaoxia, are you the Zhenman General Liu Gongzi of General Liu's Mansion?" Xiao Lu was as curious as Xie Jiang.

"It's down there. ”

The big guy felt relieved.

"Mr. Huangfu, this time I returned to Tanzhou to explain two things, the first is to order me to come to visit your old man when I arrive in Tanzhou, and there is something for you to see," Liu Lian stepped forward and presented the sword in his hand.

"The real person is polite, the virtuous nephew is polite!" The gentleman just looked at the sword presented by Liu Gongzi, but did not move, and immediately began to drink tea again. It's just that everyone looked at the sword seriously, as if the heart that had been put down was raised again.

The sword is three feet long, with a wooden warp, a round head, a jade sword nose, and a dragon with a sword hilt, and its appearance is ordinary.

"The name of this sword is 'to Nirvana', it is the sword held by the master before he became famous, six years ago, under the begging master to give it, please Mr. appreciation," Liu Lian has drawn the sword, the sword is out of the sheath, everything is quiet, the blue light is dazzling, and the cold air hits people. The middle spine of the sword body rises up, and there is a small seal engraved near the grid: 'Go to the evil demons, nirvana and be reborn'.

"The second thing, the family teacher ordered me to ask for Mr. to be stingy and give Mobao a pair," Liu Gongzi knelt on one knee with both hands in his sword.

"Can the virtuous nephew know what kind of friendship the master has with me?" Mr. said in a heavy tone, as if he was afraid that Liu Gongzi would not be able to hear clearly.

"I don't know",

"Does the virtuous nephew know the origin of this sword?"

"Know",

"Do you know why the Commander asked you to present the sword?"

"You can guess one or two!"

"Xie Jiang!" Xie Jiang was already grinding ink. Occasionally, people come to Mr. Huangfu to ask for Mobao, but usually Mr. doesn't write, but this time Xie Jiang seems to be able to feel that he can write.

Mr. had closed his eyes and recuperated, but Liu Gongzi still bowed his head and knelt on one knee. The white-headed old man paid attention to the ink and inkstone in Xie Jiang's hand. Lu He stared at the sword in Liu Gongzi's hand, as if he hoped that he also had such a sword. Only the down-and-out scholar You Gongzi's expression was very different after he pulled out his sword from Liu Gongzi, his eyes were wide open, and he swept away the previous down-and-out embarrassment, just like the backbone of a scholar was forced out, as if he wanted to compete with the world for right and wrong.

"What do you want to write, sir?" After the extreme silence, Xiao Lu was the first to speak, but he pulled everyone out of their thoughts.

Mr. ignored him, and when Xie Jiang prepared his pen and ink, Mr. looked at Liu Gongzi, got up, concentrated, and wrote down eight words: Go to the evil demons, Nirvana and be reborn. But it is engraved on the sword of Nirvana.

"You get up," the old gentleman motioned for Xie Jiang to hand the word to Liu Gongzi.

"Thank you, sir, for the words!" Liu Lian knelt on the ground and kowtowed.

"The virtuous nephew now knows why the Lingshi asked you to ask for words!"

"The disciple already knows. ”

"Well, the son can be taught, you can go!"

Liu Lian Liu Gongzi put away his sword and Mr.'s words, and led the horse away, his face didn't seem to be as tight as when he came.