In the West Mountain, there was a heavy rain, and the heavy rain was rolling down outside the temple, as if someone was whipping and beating. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

But seeing that the sky and the earth were extremely dark, the sound of the vast rainstorm filled my ears.

Lin Yanchao sat under the corridor of the monk's room and played against a monk, the roaring rain of the world penetrated in, and the rain splashed wet his green shirt and the monk's robe on the opposite side, all of which were unaware.

Since the death of the mountain chief, Lin Yanchao returned to the temple in the west mountain and lived in seclusion for a few days.

Lin Yanchao lived in seclusion here, playing chess to pass away the worries in his heart.

In the heavy rain, the black and white chess pieces were dotted on the square inch chessboard, and the sound was covered by the sound of rain, and Lin Yanchao and the monk refused to interrupt the game because of the sudden heavy rain.

The monk on the other side said, 'Tan Yue, it seems that you are going to lose this chess. ‘

Lin Yanchao said: "The master and I are in the chess road, they are both wild fox Zen, playing chess, why bother to be serious." ‘

The monk smiled and said, "Tan Yue, even the wild fox Zen will win or lose." ‘

Lin Yanchao said to the monks: 'Are the monks so obsessed with victory and defeat?' ‘

The monk said: 'No, it was the poor monk who saw the victory and defeat, and Tan Yue who saw the persistence. ‘

Lin Yanchao suddenly asked: "I heard that after Prime Minister Wen was captured in Beijing, he met a high monk who passed on the Great Light Method, which can break the obsession in my heart and see through life and death, I don't know if the master can do it?" ‘

The monk said, 'Poor monks don't, but take it for granted.' ‘

'What do you say?' ‘

'There are 84,000 Dharma in the world, all Dharma are equal, and Dharma Dharma is the same, and it lies in the word choice. ‘

Lin Yanchao nodded and said, "Teacher Zai Xia passed away, and I couldn't understand it, so I thought of Prime Minister Wen." ‘

The monk said, 'The master has passed away. Poor monks have also heard about it. Lingshi and Prime Minister Wen Cheng are both people who practice the Tao by their own lives. As the so-called fighting breath and lighting a lamp, both Ling Shi and Prime Minister Wen Cheng are using their own bodies as lamps to illuminate future generations, which is really admirable. ‘

Lin Yanchao said: "I know that Buddhism has a saying about passing on lanterns. Passing the lamp is passing the Dharma, and the lights are passed on from one lamp to another. But what is anger? ‘

The monk smiled and said, "Li Zong said that qi and reason are two things, but the poor monk thinks that qi is reason, so Tan Yue has to ask himself, what is your qi and reason?" ‘

Lin Yanchao fell into deep thought when he heard this.

The monk was right, take a breath and light a lamp. Light a lamp to burn yourself and shine on others, but what does it mean to breathe a sigh of courage?

Qi is a mysterious thing. But why Wen Tianxiang's righteous songs can be circulated through the ages is because there is a breath of gas in his articles.

Lin Yin said that if a scholar does not have this breath, he will have no bones as a person, and he will not be able to read the articles he writes.

Lin Yanchao was puzzled at the time, and still remembers. In his own article, this breath is missing. But what is this breath?

For example, although the essay in other places is good, but after looking at Liu Tinglan, Weng Zhengchun and others, they feel that they are still inferior, but they are not as good as themselves because they just figured out the examiner's mind.

Lin Yanchao was puzzled, and lived in the temple for a longer time.

On this day, it rained on the mountain, and Lin Yanchao couldn't solve it in his heart. It was uncomfortable, so I started to go down the mountain for a walk.

Lin Yanchao wears a hat on his head, a robe, shoes on his feet, and a bamboo cane. Feel free to walk along the mountain trails.

Unconsciously, Lin Yanchao walked to a mountain and looked at the village below the mountain, where a burst of white fog was rising from the village under the rain. Lin Yanchao suddenly remembered that this was not the Zhangcuo Village where he was studying?

Lin Yanchao walked to the Qianmo on the edge of the field outside the village, and the rain watered the grass and trees on the side of the mountain, and it was completely new.

Revisited the old place, but the villagers on the road no longer recognized themselves, but when they saw the green shirt under their clothes, they thought it was a showman who went to the countryside.

The archway of Jinshi at the entrance of the village is still standing, and the crisp sound of children reading in Hongtang Social Science comes from inside, and a long-lost feeling rises from the bottom of my heart.

Lin Yanchao walked into the social studies, and the door of the rural social studies opened as soon as he pushed it, and there was no Zhaifu from the big social studies who came up to hear the news.

The longan tree in the courtyard has long been like a pavilion, and the sound of reading aloud in Minglun Hall has been heard over and over again.

Lin Yanchao walked to the porch, put the cloak and hat in the corner of the wall to drip water, and looked through the pane that the old master was not there.

As for the Confucian children in social studies, they are not their original classmates, but I saw that the Confucian children were holding their hands behind their backs, listening to their chests, and their faces were full of childishness, seriously reciting the beginning of human beings, and their nature was good.

Lin Yanchao suddenly thought about why reading was very fun when he was a child, but later when he grew up, everyone gradually became harder to read.

Although it is good to be diligent and diligent, if you study hard, you are on the wrong path.

After reciting for a while, the sound of the Confucian boys' endorsements stopped at some point.

Lin Yanchao was immersed in contemplation and still didn't realize it, until a Confucian boy walked up to him and asked, "Can you read a thousand-character text?" ‘

Lin Yanchao squatted down, looked at the bright eyes of the Confucian boy and said, "Yes! ‘

The Confucian boy said, "Our husband is sick and hasn't come to social school for two or three days. Mr. hard work, we don't dare to urge, these days we have memorized the three-character scripture hundreds of times, want to learn a thousand words of literature but no one in the village can tell us, can you come to teach us? ‘

'Good. ‘

Lin Yanchao straightened his clothes and combed his sideburns, he remembered Lin Yin, when Lin Chengyi was lecturing with him, he paid great attention to appearance.

and pass the lamp to thyself.

Lin Yanchao walked to Minglun Hall and looked at the bright eyes of the Confucian children behind the table, eager to learn.

"This is your book, and we have five thousand-character textbooks for social studies, and this one is the best." The boy handed Lin Yanchao a crumpled book.

Lin Yanchao read the book and became more and more familiar, isn't this the one he used in social studies?

Lin Yanchao stroked the pages of the book little by little and said in his heart, I haven't seen you for a long time, old friend.

Lin Yanchao returned the book and said, "You take it and read it, I will memorize this thousand-character text!" ‘

'Really? That's great. ‘

The boy went down with the book in his hand, and all the Confucian children sat upright.

Lin Yanchao put his hands behind his back and said loudly: "Heaven and earth are yellow, the universe is desolate, read!" ‘

'Heaven and earth are yellow, and the universe is desolate. ‘

'The sun and the moon are shining, and the sun and moon are shining, and the sun and the moon are shining, and the sun and the moon are shining, and the sun and the moon are shi ‘

'The sun and the moon are shining, and the sun and the moon are shining. ‘

'The cold comes and the summer comes, the autumn harvest and the winter hide, read! ‘

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Lin Yanchao read word by word, and the Confucian children below listened very seriously, as if they were absorbing water little by little like a sponge.

Looking at the eyes of the Confucian children seeking knowledge, Lin Yanchao remembered all kinds of past experiences, red dust, grinding Zhi reading, scientific test Lianjie, township test Xie Yuan, mountain chief died, this scene appeared in front of him.

Lin Yanchao suddenly realized, didn't the truth he had been searching for right in front of him? (To be continued.) )