Wearing a green shirt, he walked upstream along the river that entered the sea. He did not deliberately walk along the riverside, listen to the sound of water and see the surface of the water. After all, he needed to carefully examine the local customs, big and small hills and various gods and goddesses along the way.
, so you need to take frequent detours and not walk too fast.
When he makes up his mind to do something, he always works hard and doesn't think it's hard, but the people around him can feel at ease. If he is young, he may even be in the midst of blessings and not know the blessings.
Probably because he grew up at the bottom of the market, Chen Pingan has excellent patience and resilience.
Chen Ping'an encountered a thought-provoking landscape experience on the way.
Once, Chen Ping'an stayed overnight at an inn near the God's Temple in a certain county in Fucheng. At midnight, there was a loud sound of gongs and drums that only monks and ghosts could hear.
Under the guidance of the officials, the ghosts and ghosts near the county town entered the city one after another in an orderly manner. This was called the City God's night court meeting twice a month, which was known as the City God's Night Trial. The City God would judge the merits and demerits of the ghosts and ghosts under his jurisdiction at night.
Chen Ping'an quietly left the inn and came to the gate of the County God's Temple. He acted as the door god to prevent the noise of ghosts and ghosts from the two wandering gods day and night. He took a closer look and immediately bowed and saluted. He did not address him as an immortal master, but called him "Master" with a very respectful expression.
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After Chen Ping'an returned the courtesy with clasped fists, he asked if he could attend the night trial of the City God.
Among them, the Sun Traveling God immediately turned around to report, and after receiving the joint permission of the City God, the Civil Judge, and the three chief and auxiliary officials of the Onmyoji Division, he immediately invited the foreign monk in.
In the lobby, after the City God sat down to deal with the big case, the civil and military judges and the chief officials of the City God's Temple lined up in order to sentence many ghosts and evil creatures in an orderly manner. If anyone was dissatisfied, it was not the treacherous and evil people who had clearly distinguished their merits.
, and allowed them to appeal to the neighboring Dayue Mountain Lord and Shuishenfu Lord. When the time comes, the Mountain Lord and the Fu Lord will send Yinming officials to review the case.
Chen Ping'an did not sit on the chair that the City God had specially ordered to move out. Instead, he placed the chair behind a red lacquer beam and sat there, closing his eyes and meditating.
When a demon screamed injustice and refused to accept the verdict, Chen Pingan opened his eyes and listened to the rebuttal of the county god.
It turned out that Yinwu was a Confucian boy with no official title during his lifetime. He once accidentally excavated a large number of bones outside the county town, and he took them out one by one and buried them alive. Yinwu felt that this was a great achievement for him.
One incident, he questioned why many gentlemen in the City God's Temple turned a blind eye and could not use this to offset their own sins. This was a huge injustice. He must appeal to the Lord of the Water God Palace. If the Lord of the Palace ignored him and the officials protected each other, he would fight to the death.
Even if he loses the chance of reincarnation, he still has to sound the drum of injustice and appeal to the Lord of Mount Yue in the Kingdom of Fuu, asking the Lord to uphold justice for him and severely punish the Lord of the County and City for his dereliction of duty.
The City God angrily rebuked: "The City God in this world is investigating all living beings in the world. When you are alive, you will always do good deeds with the intention of not being rewarded, and unintentionally do evil without being punished! Let you go to Fujunshanjun to beat the drum of grievances, and you will follow the same rules tonight.
There is absolutely no possibility of changing the verdict!”
The vagina sat slumped on the ground.
At the end of Yin time, the rooster is about to crow.
The City God's night trial has come to an end.
Chen Ping'an then stood up, walked around the beams and pillars, stood at the foot of the hall, thanked the City God, who had only black and white robes, and then left.
The City God personally delivered it to the gate of the City God's Temple.
When they reached the door, the City God hesitated for a moment, stopped and asked, "Did Master quietly dig a road down the mountain for giant trees in Qujiang County for the laborers who went into the deep mountains to mine imperial wood?"
Chen Pingan nodded and said: "I did do this before. Seeing that the road was rugged and full of miasma, I couldn't bear it."
The City God sighed and said: "Two of them should have died on the way to deliver the wood. One was crushed to death by the giant tree, and the other fell off the cliff and died. Therefore, Master's move is equivalent to saving two lives. So Master, do you know that this move is
Is it more the merit accumulated, or the tainted karma?"
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "Since the City God has spoken, it must be the latter."
The City God looked at the Taoist cultivator, and after a moment, he smiled and said: "The reason why the Master is the Master, the little god somewhat understands."
Gods look at the human world, not only looking at things but also looking at the heart.
The City God sighed, "People in the world act like rivers with accumulated water. The river water can irrigate the fields and benefit all the people, but it can also accidentally overflow and cause disasters. Maybe a flood will burst the embankments and drown countless people. In the blink of an eye,
The transformation of merits and demerits catches people off guard. Since the master has gone up the mountain to practice, he still needs to pay more attention. Of course, the little god is humble and speaks softly, and he can't talk about any vision. I also hope that the master will not be disturbed by the words of the little god, otherwise the little god will
There is no greater sin."
Chen Pingan thanks again.
Chen Pingan returned to the inn, lit the lamp on the table, and copied that page of a Buddhist scripture for meditation.
After you stop writing, put away the pen and paper and the page of scripture.
The sky is slightly bright.
Chen Pingan blew out the lights and stood at the window.
If you study the rules of the great road of mountains and rivers gods carefully, you will find that they actually deviate quite a lot from the rules set by Confucianism, and they do not absolutely conform to the worldly sense of good and bad.
As you climb higher on the mountain, you become more and more like a Taoist. This is the path that you must take.
It's like everyone grows up.
Chen Pingan is actually in a good mood.
I have traveled through so many mountains and rivers, accumulated so many large and small objects, and am full of belongings.
Chen Ping'an is full of expectations for Luo Luo Shan in the future.
It is not spring when a single flower stands alone, but when a garden is full of flowers, that is the beautiful scene that Chen Ping'an hopes to see most.
Chen Ping'an left the county and continued to walk in the territory of Fufou Kingdom.
No more jade hairpins, no more bamboo hats, just carrying a bamboo box, green shirt and bamboo stick, traveling alone.
That day at a waterside ancestral temple, after Chen Pingan went to the temple to offer incense, he saw a thousand-year-old cypress in the back hall of the temple. It took seven or eight young and strong men to hug it. It covered half of the square and stood beside the tree.
A stone tablet was written by a literary giant from the country of Fu. The local government paid a lot of money to hire a famous craftsman to inscribe it. Although it is a new tablet, it is full of ancient charm. After reading the inscription, I realized that this ancient cypress has gone through many wars and wars, and has remained as gray as time has passed.
Stand erect.
Chen Pingan liked the text content of the inscription, so he took off the green bamboo book box, took out paper, pen and inkstone, used the bamboo box as a writing desk, and copied the inscription word by word.
The inscription contained a lot of content, and Chen Pingan copied it meticulously. Before he knew it, it was already night.
There was a night ban in the ancestral temple. Instead of chasing people away, the temple Zhu and the temple children brought two stools, placed them on the left and right sides of the ancient monuments, lit lamps, and helped illuminate the ancient monuments in the temple. The lights were covered with plain gauze, which was elegant.
But it is exquisite to prevent the wind from blowing out the lamp.
After Chen Pingan saw this, he quickly stopped writing and stood up, bowing to express his thanks.
The old temple official smiled and waved his hand, telling the guests to just copy the inscriptions. He also said that the temple had a house where pilgrims could stay overnight.
The old man gave instructions to the child, who then squatted down and dozed off, holding the key in his hand.
The boy was really bored, so he looked at the copied inscriptions behind the man. The writing was good or bad, but he copied it carefully and wrote it correctly. I couldn't tell how good it was. He once visited other temples, and compared with his own temple,
The temple is much more beautiful, and there are many inscriptions on the wall by scholars and scholars, which makes each one more elegant than the other. Especially one of the literary giants was drunk and holding a cup, and wrote cursive script all over the wall. It really makes people feel swayed by it.
The inscription on the wall is written in cursive script, but it is hailed as a picture of an old dragon spreading rain by the literary circles of the country of Fu.
The calligraphy of the young Confucian scholar in green shirt in front of me is not very good, very average.
After Chen Pingan finished copying the inscription, he packed up the bamboo box, put it on his back again, and went to the guest house to check in. After much thought about how to express his gratitude, he could only donate more sesame oil money when he left tomorrow.
The child yawned constantly, almost feeling that sleepy bugs had crawled into his ears, but he would not complain about the guest being too lazy. The temple has many stone carvings and inscriptions on the walls, so there are often scholars here to copy books. The child is not very old.
, but with experience, Grandpa Miao Zhu has a weird temper and always treats scholars with respect and preferential treatment. I heard from several senior brothers in the temple that in his life, Grandpa Miao Zhu received countless scholars who came to Beijing to take exams or to visit the mountains and rivers. It is a pity that the temple
His reputation is mediocre. After all these years, no scholar has been named on the gold medal list and has become a high-ranking official in the Kingdom of Fu. There are no other ancestral temples that have produced one or two scholars who have made the temple famous after their official career went smoothly.
Chen Pingan walked into the corridor, stopped and looked back.
Thousand-year-old cypress leaves are whirling.
Chen Ping'an smiled and murmured: "The breeze and the bright moon are moving on the branches, which is suspected to be the light of the sword of the Sword Immortal."
The boy was stunned for a moment, "What a poem. In which book did you read it?"
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "I forgot the source."
The boy regretted and said, "It would be great if the young master could express his feelings. Later, I will ask Grandpa Miao Zhu to find a good calligrapher, take a knife and write for him, and write the inscription on the wall, so as to add more incense to our temple."
Chen Pingan looked at the ancient cypress and shook his head.
The boy thought that this young man from abroad who was on a study tour meant that the poem was not inspired by him, so he said softly: "Sir, let's go, I will take you to the guest house and have a rest early. The guest house is not big, but
It's clean, don't worry, I took care of it, and I guarantee there won't be any ants."
At this point, the boy said softly: "If you accidentally bump into me, please don't complain to Grandpa Miao Zhu."
Chen Pingan nodded with a smile, hummed, and followed the child to the guest house.
On the other side of the ancient cypress trees, the branches and leaves are whirling.
The ancient wood spirit charm, who was about to transform into a human form, was so frustrated that she almost shed tears. She wished she could hold down the elm wood head of the little boy in the temple and knock him awake with a chestnut blow.
To be continued...