When the boy walked out of Mud Bottle Alley, he happened to meet Song Jixin's maid Zhigui. After sending the tall woman to Gu Can's house, she did not rush home, but walked through the alley to go shopping.
I visited the small shop on Xinghua Lane. Although I didn’t buy anything, I was still in a good mood. I was jumping up and down, cheerful and light.
The girl who grew up in the wild waters of the country and smelled like green grass had a completely different style from the ladies of the house with high eaves and deep courtyards.
After seeing the boy in straw sandals, she did not lower her eyebrows as before, speed up her pace slightly and pass by sideways. Instead, she stopped and stared at this neighbor whom she did not often interact with, and hesitated to speak.
Chen Pingan smiled at her, passed her by at a trot, and then ran faster and faster.
Zhi Guian quietly stood at the entrance of the Mud Bottle Alley, turning his head to look at the shabby young man running in the sun. He looked like a tenacious wild cat, running around. He didn't look very good, but he didn't seem to be hungry.
The girl was not popular in the small town. Due to the eccentric temperament of the young boy Song Jixin, the maid named Zhigui was either going to the iron-locked well to fetch water, going to the market to buy things, or buying things for her boy's study.
, girls always feel like they don’t fit in with others, and they don’t have many playmates of the same age. They never like to talk much when they meet acquaintances. For people in small towns who prefer liveliness and celebration, it is really difficult to get close to such a girl.
stand up.
In this regard, Chen Pingan's situation is actually somewhat similar to that of the maid Zhigui. The difference is that although the boy doesn't like to talk, his personality is definitely not annoying. On the contrary, the boy is gentle and friendly by nature, and there is never anything irritating.
It is only because of his declining family background that he went to the Long Kiln to make porcelain to make a living early, which makes him seem not to have a close relationship with his neighbors. Of course, the neighbors in Mubo Alley do have some thoughts about the boy's birthday.
I can't explain my unexplained fear. The fifth day of May is considered an "evil day" in small town customs when the five poisons appear simultaneously. The boy was born on this day, and his parents died one after another. Chen Ping'an became a family member early on.
The last single seedling will naturally make people murmur in their hearts, especially the old people who like to join in the fun at the old locust tree. They are particularly alienated from this young man in Mud Bottle Alley, and will privately warn their children not to get close.
, but whenever the children look reluctant and ask why, the old people can't explain why.
At this time, a slender figure walked out of the alley and stood beside the girl. The maid Zhigui turned her head and walked forward without saying a word. The man then turned around and walked side by side with her in the clay bottle alley. It was Mr. Xuejuan.
Qi Jingchun, the only scholar in the town, is a serious Confucian student.
The girl kept walking, with a cold face, "We two, don't interfere with the river, isn't it good? And sir, don't forget, it was you who had the right time, place and people before. Of course, I am a little lowly slave.
I can swallow my anger, but from now on, sir, there seems to be something wrong with your dharma dojo, which is tens of millions of miles away, right? So now, sir, you are just the water in the well, and I am the water in the river!"
Mr. Qi, who was an uninvited guest in Muping Alley, smiled slightly and said: "Wang Zhu, that's all. For the time being, I will do as the locals do and call you Zhigui. Zhigui, have you ever thought that although you were born under the blessing of heaven and earth, but do you really think that
I don't have the means to win? Or do you think that thousands of years ago, four saints who saw the dragon but never saw its end came here together and personally made the rules, just talking about it, leaving no backup plan? In the final analysis
, you just sit in the well and look at the sky. The sky is so high and the earth is so vast, it is far from the scene at the mouth of the well."
The girl frowned and said, "Mr. Qi, don't try to bluff me with your words. I am not my young master Song Jixin. I am not interested in your high-sounding rhetoric and have never believed it. Sir, you might as well open the skylight and speak frankly.
Whether it's life or death, whether it's a gathering or a breakup, I'll take care of it all."
The middle-aged Confucian scholar said slowly: "After you escape from the cage here, I advise you not to take advantage of the situation in the future. Fishing in the swamp will not be beneficial to anyone. Especially after you and him embark on the road of spiritual practice, regardless of whether you become a Taoist couple or not, you should
Gather your energy and don't be domineering. This is not a threat, but some of my heartfelt words on the occasion of parting, which can be regarded as a kind reminder."
Logically speaking, the status of the two people is very different, but the maid Zhigui is neither humble nor arrogant. She even has an aura that is half as powerful as that of a Confucian scholar. She sneered and said: "Good intentions? For thousands of years, you amazing practitioners have been arrogant.
, draw the ground as a prison, use this land as a crop field, cut a crop this year and pull out a sheaf next year, year after year, unchanged for thousands of years. How come it is only now that I start to think of "being kind to others" against this evil obstacle like me? Haha, I heard the young master say
After a sentence, many of you regard it as a standard and call it someone who is not my race, so it must have a different mentality, right? So it’s no wonder Mr. Qi, after all..."
Mr. Qi continued to move forward, took a step lightly, half-smiling but not smiling, "Oh?"
After one step.
The face of the maid Zhigui changed slightly.
The two of them stood in a place without knowing when. It was dark everywhere and they couldn't see anything. Only from far above their heads, countless lights filled with sacred aura were falling down.
They seemed to be at the bottom of a bottomless well, with the golden sunlight slowly falling from the mouth of the well.
The middle-aged Confucian scholar was dressed in a green shirt, with bursts of brilliant colors flowing endlessly.
The aura of awe-inspiring, upright and bright.
The girl's face was ferocious at first, but she soon returned to her indifferent and numb expression, and murmured: "Sixty years of Buddhist Sanskrit sounds are like thunder in the ears, and the sound does not stop. Sixty years of Taoist talismans are like maggots on the tarsal bones, tearing them apart with all their strength.
Bite. Sixty years of great righteousness, covering the sky and the sun, with nowhere to hide. Sixty years of military swordsmanship, like a cow turning over, being splashed everywhere. Every sixty years is a reincarnation, for three thousand years, there is no peace.
Day... I just want to know where your so-called root of the Great Dao is. I can see and hear the black and white words in Mr.'s books, and the subtle words and righteousness of Mr. Xian when he preached, taught, and solved doubts, but I can't find it..."
She looked longingly at the upright and awe-inspiring middle-aged man. He was not only an unknown teacher in a remote village, but also Qi Jingchun of the Confucian Cliff Academy, a scholar who even the powerful Diao Temple in the Sui Dynasty respected him as "Sir."
The girl suddenly laughed and asked: "Why do you teach me, sir? How do you persuade me to be good? If I remember correctly, your most sage teacher of Confucianism and one of the Taoist ancestors once proposed that 'there is no distinction between teachings'
'?"
The man shook his head and said, "It's useless to tell you ten thousand words of saint's teachings."
The girl seemed to be chatting calmly with the Confucian scholar, but in fact, her whole body was like a tight bow, and she was constantly looking around from the corner of her eyes, looking for clues to break the situation.
The Confucian turned a blind eye to this and sneered: "I know that you actually have endless anger, resentment, and murderous intent. I am not intolerant of aliens, but you must know that it is never appropriate to feel compassion and perform acts of mercy at will.
The true teachings of the three religions.”
"Our young master often says that arguing with scholars is the most boring thing." The girl twitched her lips and narrowed her strange golden eyes, "It turns out that Mr. Qi has really returned to his former glory. Naturally, he is even more unhappy than before.
So annoying..."
He laughed it off and said, "It doesn't matter if it doesn't make sense, but as long as I, Qi Jingchun, am alive and qualified to sit here for one day, you ungrateful villain, don't even think about showing your teeth!"
The girl pointed at herself and asked with a smile: "Am I ungrateful?"
The middle-aged Confucian scholar said angrily: "When you were at your weakest, you had to bow your head and take the initiative to make a contract with others. Who saved you on the snowy day in Mud Bottle Lane?! And who saved you little by little over the years?
Eat away what's left of his energy?!"
The girl smiled and said: "When you are hungry, you have to find something to eat and fill your stomach. Isn't this a natural thing? Besides, he didn't have much chance in the first place. If he died early and was reborn, he might have little hope in the next life.
, if a rootless duckweed like him is allowed to stay in the small town, hey, that would be really..."
The Confucian scholar waved his sleeves and shouted softly: "Shut up!"
The scholar angrily said: "How can you judge the mystery of the Great Dao and the clear principles of heaven? Everyone in life has his or her own destiny. What qualifications do you have to make choices for others?!"
Above the girl's head, a bright golden hand appeared out of thin air. It was as majestic as the Buddha's palm subduing the devil, or the Taoist's hand suppressing evil spirits. He quickly pressed down on the girl's head, forcing her to kneel down in an instant, and her forehead hit the ground heavily.
The sound of kowtow is loud and thumping.
The girl who lowered her head put her hands on the ground and struggled to get up. The faceless girl let out a sinister laugh: "You can force me to lower my head, but I will never admit my fault!"
That majestic big golden hand grabbed the girl's head, lifted it up and pressed it down, and kowtowed again.
This time the sound was as heavy as spring thunder.
The Confucian scholar said solemnly: "Don't forget! This glimmer of life was given to you by the saints, not earned by you! Otherwise, let alone suppressing you for three thousand years, why would it be difficult for thirty thousand years?!"
The girl whose head was always held down had a hoarse voice, "I won't leave your bullshit road!"
The Confucian scholar raised his arm high, and suddenly photographed the void in front of him, "How reckless! Stop it!"
In the center of the golden light cast from the well mouth, a white jade seal emerged, more than ten feet long and wide, square and square. The seal was engraved with eight ancient characters, some of which were extremely bright red and dazzling Qin color. Countless purple thunder and lightning surrounded the seal and made a crackling sound.
Following Qi Jingchun's command, it could be said that the legendary seal fell from the sky and hit the back of the girl who was already kneeling on the ground.
This huge seal, which contained the pressure of heaven, did not seem to be a real thing. It did not crush the girl to the ground, but was quickly embedded in the ground with wind and thunder, leaving no trace, just like the big raindrops and the small thunder.
But a moment later, the girl's whole body seemed to have been smashed by a heavy object, and she collapsed on the ground like a puddle of mud. She was extremely miserable.
Even so, the girl had one hand with five fingers like hooks, and with all her strength, the nails of her five fingers seemed to be carving words on the ground.
Qi Jingchun had no expression on her face and said in a cold voice: "Kowtow three times, I want you to respect heaven and earth! Common people! Dao!"
The girl's eyes were dull and she didn't respond.
Qi Jingchun gently waved her sleeves, dissipating the suffocating majesty, "I, Qi Jingchun, am just a rotten scholar in the sage's family, and I can make you kowtow three times. After you go out, once you do whatever you want, I'm not afraid of meeting someone worse than you."
An unreasonable existence that will crush you with one finger?"
Qi Jingchun sighed, "You are indeed being suppressed and detained here, without freedom, but have you ever thought about where there is absolute freedom in the world? Isn't it that I, the Confucian sage, who formulates all kinds of etiquette, are seeking another way for all living things?
A kind of freedom? As long as you don't break the rules or violate the rules, as long as you abide by the etiquette, one day, the world is big and the earth is big, there is nowhere you can't go?"
The girl raised her head and stared at the middle-aged Confucian scholar.
Qi Jingchun took a step forward.
The world returned to normal, and he and his maid Zhigui returned to Clay Vase Lane. The sun was warm and the spring breeze was gentle.
The girl stood up unsteadily, with a pale smile, slightly showing her serious teeth, "Sir, I will teach you today, I will take note of it."
Qi Jingchun stopped talking and turned to leave.
She suddenly asked: "Even if I am ungrateful to Chen Pingan, as an outstanding disciple of a saint, why do you stand by and watch? Why do you only show favor to your disciple Zhao Yao and my young master, but do nothing to the ordinary Chen Pingan?"
To be continued...