Chapter 10 (This chapter is free)

After leaving Pingyao, he went south, passed Zhangtan Fort, Wuchengbo to Jiexiu and Lingshi, he took the Fen River boat, and then turned to the east and went to Jianshui to Jiangxian, and then moved along the Weishui River to Puzhou Prefecture, Puzhou Prefecture, which was in Puzhou County. After this trip, Cui Po had been resting on the boat and had not walked, he felt extremely tired. After getting off the boat at the Puzhou Prefecture Wharf, he immediately decided to rest here for two days before traveling.

When I arrived at the inn, I settled down the flowers that were listless because I had been riding a boat for several days. It was almost dusk. After dinner, Cui Po returned to his room and slept in a dark place. He only yelled at the next day. He got up lazy and couldn't help but mutter: "Spring is not a day for study, but summer is just right to sleep." The inn who heard that the inn was puzzled.

After breakfast, I had to spend a few minutes. Cui Po learned that traveling fifty or sixty miles southeast from Puzhou City was a famous local scenic spot - Shouyang Mountain. He didn't go back to his room now, so he went straight to the stable, took out the same lazy flowers, left the inn, and went to the inn to explore the scenery.

At first, Huahua still looked tired. No matter how Cui Po scolded him, he refused to run away quickly. As soon as he left the city, he saw a green green area. He had just recovered, spread his four hooves, ran wildly, and spread his devotion for many days, spreading all his deficiencies.

There were enough flowers to have fun like this for dozens of miles. Not long after, the towering Shouyang Mountain was already in sight. After walking a few more steps, he had reached the foot of the mountain. Cui Po sent a horse from a farmer's house and walked up the mountain alone with his sleeves floating on his sleeves.

When he walked halfway up the mountain, Cui Po was resting under a twisted and vigorous ancient pine tree. When a woodcutter was raising firewood, he was walking down the mountain path with two loads of firewood. After asking, he found out that there were many mountains here, especially the highest mountain. Every day at dawn, the sun was shining first, so it was named Shouyang Mountain.

Thanking the woodcutter, Cui Po continued on the road to Yuanshan. Before long, he looked at a small temple in front of him. He became curious and left.

When he got closer, Cui Po realized that the small temple was very ruined and there was no incense. Even the flat forehead was not taken care of by anyone, and under the long-term wind and rain, his handwriting was already monumental and could not be identified.

After entering the small temple, two statues of the sitting gods were enshrined in the main hall, but the spider webs were densely covered with paint colors. It looked like Cui Po’s eyes were a bit bleak.

The room was so broken that he had no intention of staying for a long time. He was about to turn around and come out when suddenly a sad chant came from outside the hall. Cui Po stopped and listened carefully, but it was an ancient style:

"Climbing the western mountain, picking the myrtle, making it violent and violent, I don't know what's wrong. The dragon, Yu, and the summer is overwhelming, how can I return? I'm so disappointed when I'm sacrificing my life!"

The chanting sound became lower and lower, and when the last sentence "The decay of life" was gone, the man seemed to be unable to bear the sorrow and sobbed out.

"So they were." When Cui Po just heard the first sentence "Climb the west mountain and pick the walnuts", he already understood who the two people worshipped here were. He swept away the slightestness in his heart just now, reorganized his clothes, and bowed respectfully three times.

After the ceremony, Cui Po was about to leave the temple to meet the ancient style of reciting and even sadness, but a childish voice heard: "Young Master, what is written on that stone tablet? What are you reading? Why are you so sad?" "Such as you read, do you know who is worshipped in this temple? The engravings of the books on this tablet are the affairs of their sages." The man said sadly.

"Young Master, can you tell me?" The childish voice said anxiously when he heard the story there was a hearing.

"It's okay to tell you the book, but after you listen this time, you can't forget it like before, because these two people are really worth remembering in mind by everyone in the world." The man said in a serious tone.

Although the boy was young, he could hear the solemn meaning of the young master's words. He stopped talking more and said with sincerity, and listened to the young master's explanation quietly.

"The temple enshrines two famous figures. They were brothers, one named Boyi, and the other named Shuqi, who was originally a prince of a small vassal state at the end of the Shang and the beginning of the Zhou dynasty. Later, one day, their father Guzhuyuanjun passed away. Before his death, he passed the throne to his elder brother Boyi. But Boyi felt sorry for his younger brother and did not want to be king, so he passed the throne to Shuqi and said to him: 'This is the last order of the father's king'." The young master said this in one breath, and seemed to see the boy having something to ask, so he stopped talking.

"Young Master, did you mean that Jiang Ziya was fishing at the end of the Shang Dynasty and the beginning of the Zhou Dynasty? Why was that brother Boyi so stupid? He didn't even act like a king. His younger brother was so happy now." The boy asked in a crisp tone.

The young master did not answer his question and said straight down: "Who did his younger brother Shuqi sees his brother giving the throne to him, and he thinks it is incompatible with etiquette and is unwilling to be the king himself. The two of them can't give in. He heard that King Wen is in a state of peace, so the two brothers simply fled together and came to Xiqi." The young master still said plainly, but in Cui Po's ears, he heard a sense of praise and appreciation.

"Ah!" Obviously, the answer was beyond the boy's expectations, but he was already attracted by the two weird people at this time, so he did not interrupt and waited for his son to tell the following.

"Shortly after arriving in Xiqi, King Wu led his troops to attack Zhou. The two brothers knocked on the horse and advised him to stop him. I hope King Wu would not use his swords and weapons, which was the one in the song just now. Don't "replace violence and violence". King Wu naturally would not agree. Boyi and Shuqi saw that there was no hope of admonition, and the world was full of swords and weapons, and they ran to the Shouyang Mountain in anger and lived in seclusion. Later, King Wu unified the world and sent people to ask the two to go down the mountain to be officials many times. The two believed that the Zhou Dynasty was not upright in the world. Not only did they not want to stand in the court of evil people, but they also vowed not to eat Zhou's grain, and picked wax vegetables on the mountain every day to eat. Finally, the end of the day.

These two great sages of the generation starved to death on this Yangshan Mountain, and what I just sang was the song written by Bo Yi before his death." After the story was told, the sadness that the young master had just suppressed was aroused again, and he could not speak. Not to mention that the boy was speechless when he heard this. Even though Cui Po in the palace had known this story for a long time, he couldn't help but sigh at this moment. After a thousand years, the names of these two sages have gradually disappeared. Even if they were mentioned, they were mostly laughing at the foolishness of these two people. But how many people could truly understand the indifferent fame and fortune after their actions, and swear to the honor of sticking to their faith and integrity.

Not to mention Cui Po’s history and injury, the young boy outside the hall was surprised and felt an indescribable emotion in his heart. After holding it in for a long time, he couldn’t help but say: “It’s such a pity for these two people!”

"Boyi, Shuqi does not think of old evil, but resentment is used. If you seek benevolence, why should you complain?" But the young master refuted when he heard the sigh of accompanying the book.

When I heard these things in the book, I was already confused, and I understood the true meaning? Just as I was about to ask, I heard a crisp cry from the hall: "What a good person, 'Why do you complain about seeking benevolence and benevolence?" This sentence can be said to have deeply won the hearts of the two wise men, and it is enough to comfort me.
Chapter completed!