However, a Taoist temple offers portraits of people who are not within the Taoist dynasty, which is inevitably a bit amazing.

Liang Chen looked at the painting and was confused for a moment, and couldn't help but feel stunned.

"What's wrong?" The old Taoist priest had already put down his broom, walked over, and stood beside him with his hands behind his back. He was extremely tall when he kept getting up. Even though he was so old, he could be comparable to Liang Chen. I believe that if he had not become a monk and become a Taoist priest in his youth, he would have been a tremendous figure.

"It's not a big deal, but I feel that this figure in the Taoist temple is in the same position as the ancestor. I don't know much about this," Liang Chen said with a smile.

"That was the ancestor of the entire Lan Town. Lan Zhongfu, whose courtesy name was Yuanshan, was once the most important minister in the Qing Empire. Later, he was dissatisfied with the dim government and returned to his hometown angrily. He asked the court to ask for generals in every possible way, but he refused to come out. Of course, it was precisely because of his return to his hometown that Lan Town had the inheritance and soul of Lan Town. The ancestor of the Three Qingshu was an illusory god, and Lan Zhongfu's ancestor was the eternal totem of Lan Town's spirituality." The old Taoist priest smiled faintly. In a few words, he explained the meaning of this picture here to the fullest. [

"So that's the case, I'm so disrespectful." Liang Chen nodded, and put a stick of incense in front of Lan Zhongfu's divine shining again, and bowed three or nine more times than when he worshipped the ancestor of the Three Qing Dynasty just now.

The old Taoist priest looked at it quietly, but nodded secretly. The young man knew very well which was more important and knew the ancient etiquette.

"Do you know the origin of this poem?" the old Taoist priest smiled slightly and asked instead.

"I know a little about it. This is Tao Xianjing's poem. In ancient times, a hermit hid in the mountains and forests. The court asked for a hundred times but did not come out, and wrote a poem to politely decline." Liang Chen nodded and said.

"Oh? Can you talk about the interpretation of this poem?" The old Taoist priest raised his sparse long eyebrows and asked with interest.

"If you follow the official interpretation of the past, it would be a bit vulgar. But it means that Tao Hongjing is unwilling to be with the world, which represents his noble character, so he expressed his intention to refuse to become an official in this tactful way." Liang Chen thought for a while and replied.

"It seems that you are not satisfied with the official interpretation? Then what if you understand it? "The old Taoist priest asked lightly.

"My understanding? Haha, I didn't think deeply about this poem, but when I saw this poem in this flying watch, I suddenly realized it." Liang Chen looked up at the white clouds in the sky and the green ridges in the distance, and smiled gently.

"I hope to hear it carefully." The old Taoist priest nodded with his hands behind his back, with a hint of expectation in his eyes.

"That is, there are mountains in life, and there must be high life on the mountains." Liang Chen took a deep breath and said slowly.

"What do you mean?" The old Taoist priest was stunned for a moment, and a complicated look flashed in his eyes, as if he was surprised and joy.

"I think people's understanding of this poem is biased. Perhaps the poet is not just about the artistic conception of mountains and rivers, and is floating out of the world, so he wants to refuse the request to become an official. On the contrary, this clearly expresses the sharpness and sharpness in his bones. It can be imagined that you can overlook the morning glow and setting sun on the mountain, feel the vast sky and the vast scenery, and expand your mind and thinking. This is probably not just a pursuit of artistic conception, but also a kind of upright and pride of arrogance. However, the ethereal and high beauty must be experienced in one's own mind. Mountains and people are waiting for each other for a lifetime, mountains are waiting for a person who understands it, and people are waiting for a mountain worth climbing. If you miss it, it will be a regret for both, which will make the mountain depressed for a lifetime and make people short on the plains for a lifetime.

The peak may not be enough to enter the clouds. The most difficult thing is to cross the barrier of one's own laziness. In front of a mountain that is thousands of years old and thousands of feet tall, looking at it with the eyes of the sky, people become ants, as if both movement and immobility have lost their meaning. If they look at it with the eyes of an ant, they are standing tall again. Height determines the level, the level determines the vision, and the vision determines the state of mind. This state of mind is another spiritual mountain of benevolence and wisdom. Therefore, when people are at the peak, they know that white clouds can also be embraced in their arms, and greenness also has a sweet taste. When people are at the peak, they know that height is always a variable, and happiness is the function attached to the journey. When people are at the peak, they know that solemnity is a state of mind when looking far away, and high places can guide the country more vigorously.

Because of this, life originally had mountains, and there were high life on the mountains!" Liang Chen said with his hands behind his back, looking at the white clouds in the distance in the green mountains and green mountains, and finished speaking in one breath.

After saying this, I felt that I could express my feelings directly, and I felt so refreshed that I couldn't express my feelings in my heart.

"Okay, okay, okay. It's rare that you are so young but have such a great experience. Well, this poem is originally a person on a high mountain, and all the peaks are small. It's about being passionate and ambition. How could it be said that you are indulging in the landscape painting environment?" The old Taoist priest smiled, and a look of indescribable appreciation flashed in his eyes.

"You have been awarded, but in fact I'm just sent out because of my feelings. It's getting late. After all, I'm a vulgar person and I still have something to do. It's my honor to have half a day of free time today to talk to you. Taoist priest, we're destined to talk to you again." Liang Chen bowed with one hand, performed a Taoist ritual, and turned around and looked out.

"Young man, go all the way. I believe that those who can truly understand this poem will definitely have a great achievement of reaching the top of me." The old Taoist priest smiled behind him, but did not send him far away.

"Thank you for your good words." Liang Chen smiled faintly, walked out of the Taoist temple, closed the red gate, and turned around again, but was stunned. Lan Yutian stood beside him, staring at him in a daze, with an incredible look in his eyes.

"What's wrong?" Liang Chen asked with a frown.[

"You, you actually came out to watch?" Lan Yutian came to her senses at this moment and looked at him with an indescribable complex feeling in his eyes, as if he was joy and worrying.

Liang Chen saw the look in her eyes and couldn't help frowning, "What? Is there anything wrong?"

"It's nothing. It's just that few people come to this Taoist temple." Lan Yutian bit her lower lip, turned around and left.

"Where did you go just now?" Liang Chen walked side by side with her, saying a little dissatisfied.

"Are you caring about me?" Lan Yutian glanced at him and said.

"It's not a question, it's just that you left me alone and left. No matter from any perspective, it's a bit rude. After all, you are the master here." Liang Chen shrugged and said.
Chapter completed!