Of course, it was impossible for Gu Yusheng to tell Fang Qiuliang that he had an adventure in Zeng Qianshan's hangover, and he himself couldn't believe it, so he could only hide it in his heart.

Fragrant chicken is cooked in an earthen pot.

Gu Yusheng knelt down by the firepit and gave himself some chopsticks.

First, fill up three glasses of wine for Fang Qiuliang.

Every cup was full and not a drop was spilled.

Fang Qiuliang's hand shook slightly when he wasn't holding the wine glass, but when he was holding the wine glass, it was as steady as an old dog.

Gu Yusheng also took out the bamboo wine glass and poured half a glass of wine to accompany Fang Qiuliang.

Facing this enlightenment teacher who had taught many people in the village how to read and was also his father's teacher, although Gu Yusheng was free and easy, he did not dare to behave in the slightest.

This is etiquette and integrity engraved in his bones.

After Fang Qiuliang moved his chopsticks first and tasted the chicken in the earthen pot, Gu Yusheng moved his chopsticks.

"Don't be formal, kid. Eating is very important in life."

After Fang Qiuliang drank three glasses of wine, his face became more rosy and bloody, and the elegance of a scholar seemed to have returned to him.

It's just that he was really drunk, and after a while, he was seventy or eighty percent drunk.

From time to time, he would say some mantras from Confucius and Sage Yun.

Gu Yusheng also kept sitting upright, and whenever Fang Qiu Liang ran out, he would refill it.

After Fang Qiuliang got drunk, he remained at this level of drunkenness.

Gu Yusheng tasted a few pieces of the chicken in the earthen pot, and it was indeed delicious. However, Fang Qiuliang was not obsessed with eating more pieces or filling his stomach. Perhaps it was because no one had talked to him for many years.

After drinking, Fang Qiu kept making sarcastic remarks.

Talking all over the world, talking about whatever comes to mind, some world affairs, some small town affairs.

Fang Qiuliang was holding the cup, and the wine in the cup seemed to reflect Gu Yusheng's face. He suddenly tapped the earthen jar with his chopsticks and said: "Looking at the time when heaven and earth are united, I send you longing for the rest of my life. What a good name.

Yu Sheng, have you ever learned to read in these years?"

Gu Yusheng saw that the old man was already half-drunk, so he cupped his hands and responded: "Mr. Fang, you have been busy practicing these years and have never learned any new words. They are all those taught by your father when he was still alive."

"Practice?"

Fang Qiuliang seemed to have found a new topic.

"Practice well. The sage said: The difficulty of ambition is not to win over others, but to win yourself. I see you are in a hurry when you come in. Are you chasing yourself or surpassing yourself?"

Gu Yusheng was stunned for a moment and responded: "Mr. Fang, I am looking for someone. Has Mr. Fang seen the old stonemason in the village?"

"Looking for someone."

Fang Qiuliang straightened his body and moved forward to see Gu Yusheng more clearly.

"Looking for him to practice?"

Gu Yusheng nodded.

"That's right."

Fang Qiuliang suddenly twirled his beard, pointed to the vast white snow outside the window, and sighed: "Look at the vast white world outside, it can cover up the earth, and naturally it can also cover up people. Do you think it's easy to find people in snowy days? Do you think you can find people in snowy days?

See a person walking at a glance? My child, in a world with flying snowflakes, although it is easy to find people, it is also easy to get lost in this vast world."

Gu Yusheng's spirit was shaken, and he quickly expelled the drunkenness from his body. He sobered up and said, "I would like to listen to your teachings, sir."

Fang Qiuliang burst into laughter.

"There is no need to look for someone, just wait. When fate comes, you will meet naturally. You are still young and don't know how precious time is. You have a great and upward heart in your heart, but you don't know that when you are looking for someone, you are also passing away yourself.

time."

When Fang Qiuliang said this, he put down the cup in his hand.

The smell of alcohol on his face faded away, and he seemed to have turned back into the rigid and dogmatic teacher in the small town in an instant: "With your father's ability back then, he was able to teach you how to practice. Why didn't he give you any guidance?"

Gu Yusheng thought for a while and said seriously: "My father once said that my husband said that he has never climbed Qingping Mountain, so he is not qualified to teach me!"

"Nonsense! I never said that!"

Fang Qiuliang seemed to suddenly become angry. He stood up suddenly, put his hands behind his back, and stared at the ancient stone statue in the Taoist temple. Suddenly, he burst into tears.

Gu Yusheng was confused and confused.

Thinking that Fang Qiuliang was drunk, he quickly stood up and bowed: "Old sir, did I say something wrong?"

Fang Qiuliang stared at the stone statue for a long time before murmuring to himself: "Those who are good at defeating the enemy will not fight with them, and those who are good at using others will be subordinated. This is called an indisputable virtue. You tell me, for thousands of years, although the old statue has been there, it has been broken.

You have lost the inheritance of incense, and even the Buddhas competed for the incense, but you closed your eyes to hide from the world. It is no wonder that you have ended up in such a miserable state today."

After a while, Fang Qiuliang turned around with a drunken look on his face.

"My child, even though your father didn't give you any guidance back then, he turned you into a piece of jade. Since the sage established his teachings, he has taught people to cultivate their minds, virtues, and practice. All three are difficult. Now you have all three, so you should not

Don't be impatient. Practicing a journey is like understanding and hyphenating words, writing articles through the ages. The most difficult thing is to think about it. Sit down and I will slowly talk to you."

At this moment, Gu Yusheng seemed to see a tall figure as tall as three or four stories standing in front of him, dazzling.

He was shocked and confused, and he quickly sat down respectfully, sitting upright as he had done under the old locust tree when the old gentleman taught him how to read.

Fang Qiuliang stopped drinking, his eyes fell on Gu Yusheng, and he sat cross-legged by the fire pit again, using chopsticks as a pen to write on the ground.

"This is a human being."

Fang Qiuliang looked solemn and added two more strokes on the person.

"This is heaven."

"The path of spiritual practice is like literacy. You should know others first, and then you will know the future."

Gu Yusheng nodded.

Although I have some understanding, I don’t know what it means.

Fang Qiuliang seemed to see through Gu Yusheng's thoughts.

Pointing to the snow outside.

"You go and write a personal message."

Gu Yusheng took off the wooden sword from his waist and used it as a pen.

Write a human character carefully on the snow.

Fang Qiuliang did not indicate what Gu Yusheng should do next.

But soon, the snowflakes falling from the sky covered the words written by Gu Yusheng, leaving them completely white.

Fang Qiuliang was standing next to Gu Yusheng and asked, "Is the Chinese character still there?"

"Sir, I'm no longer here."

"Is there someone in your heart?"

Gu Yusheng replied: "Yes."

Fang Qiuliang squatted down, peeled apart the words Gu Yusheng had just written bit by bit with his hands, and pointed at the words Gu Yusheng had just written.

"You can write this word because you have learned it a long time ago, but you can see it so clearly because the mud under the snow reflects the word clearly. The same is true for spiritual practice. You think it is pure

, may not be pure, and what you think you have understood may not be truly understood.”

Fang Qiuliang stood up and said to Gu Yusheng with encouraging eyes: "My child, you should calm down now. You have been polished into a flawless piece of jade by your father. But you can't have any flaws while carving. As long as you are in a peaceful state of mind,

, the answer to many things will appear somewhere, so this is not a kind of training of the mind."

I heard the word "refining one's heart".

Gu Yusheng couldn't help but feel shocked.

It turned out that Fang Qiuliang had never been truly drunk. From the beginning, he saw through the deeper meaning of this trip to find a sword-sharpening stone.

he.

He is the real hidden master.

"Sir, I understand."

Gu Yusheng cupped his fists and saluted.

Fang Qiuliang waved his hand.

"Go ahead, just like the original path you longed for, you might as well be more pure."

In the snow.

Gu Yusheng left in a calm manner.

Fang Qiuliang stood in the snow, watching Gu Yusheng's leaving figure, and sighed silently after a long time.

Wait for Gu Yusheng to disappear completely at the end of the snow.

Fang Qiuliang turned around and walked into the Taoist temple step by step.
To be continued...