A young Taoist named Cao Dan set up a stall this morning.
The scolded little yellow bird with a red beak stood wilted and chirped on the branch, looking at Cao Dan who was in a daze in front of the stall. His eyes were full of resentment, as if weeping. He also chirped twice from time to time, as if to express his dissatisfaction. I had never seen him before.
Such a master had to force himself to send back the divination object he had finally brought back.
"What's it called? I didn't see your uncle was upset!" The little Taoist priest didn't even raise his head. The mouth that was struck by the old beggar's sword energy yesterday was now red and swollen, but it looked more feminine and beautiful. The little Taoist priest stretched out his hand to touch it.
He touched his mouth, and immediately grimaced in pain. His slender hands were not like those of a man.
The more Cao Dan thought about it, the angrier he became. He was just following Daozu's will and playing a game of chess with this Jingjing sword cultivator, and Daozu promised that no matter whether he won or lost, it would only be one game. Why did he get involved in this in a daze?
While the little Taoist priest was beating his chest, Xu Qingmu and Lin Zhenbei were going to private school and passed by the stall.
Cao Dan's eyes lit up. If he couldn't figure it out, he would gamble again! The worst he could do was lose his pants!
"The sky is bright and the earth is bright. I am the best fortune teller in this small town. I know my marriage, ask about my future, and bid my friends good luck." The little Taoist pretended to be good, shaking his head and shouting at the two people passing by.
Lin Zhenbei looked disdainful and turned to leave. Xu Qingmu was attracted by the last sentence. In two days, his good friend will leave for Zhenhu Mountain. After this separation, he doesn’t know how long it will take to see him again. Why not pray for a good fortune for his friend?
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"How do you calculate the price?" Xu Qingmu stood still. "Calculate the future of a friend, this person next to me."
The little Taoist priest sat upright and looked up at Lin Zhenbei. "Ten cents."
Xu Qingmu took out ten coins and put it on the table.
The red-billed yellow bird immediately flew down and took the only one with the front face in its mouth. The little Taoist was startled, and just as he was about to speak, the little yellow bird had already flown away.
The little Taoist priest scratched his head and muttered to himself: "The way of heaven is ruthless?" Then he started again: "The sky is spirited and the earth is spirited, my Taoist ancestor is about to appear." He shook the bamboo stick bucket crazily.
"Smoke one."
Lin Zhenbei casually took one out, but before he could check it, the little Taoist priest took the bamboo stick back and said with a smile: "The guest is probably going to the private school. How about we explain it to the guest on the Xiaodao when he comes back?"
The two of them left without thinking much.
The little Taoist priest's face immediately became serious, and he muttered: "Did you really do that ruthless act? Dao Ancestor, Dao Ancestor, you told me that all people in the world are destined to have good fortune and misfortune, but why do you want to get involved and take away that glimmer of life?" Then he sighed again.
: "There is no path to good fortune or misfortune, only people bring it to their own devices?" He looked at the remaining nine coins on the table, all of which were face-down copper coins.
As expected, the lot was drawn in my hand.
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When they arrived at the private school, the old master had been waiting for a long time.
The old master's surname is Liang, and his given name is Hao. He is nearly eighty years old, with a snow-white hair tied up high in a bun, but he does not look senile. He is an old-fashioned old man who is extremely strict in class, especially for Xu Qingmu. No matter the cold winter or hot summer, once Xu Qingmu has
If he slacked off or his homework was not up to standard, he would be severely punished. Fortunately, the lessons he taught were not sloppy at all. He often answered Xu Qingmu's questions and even patiently explained knowledge that was not in books.
For the first time, the old man didn't lose his temper for being late today. He just asked the two of them to sit down.
Lin Zhenbei has not been to the private school for a long time, and he will leave for Zhenhu Mountain to study martial arts the day after tomorrow. He came here to say goodbye to Old Master Liang. Although he is not very good at studying, he is very warm-hearted.
Before Lin Zhenbei could speak, the old man informed him in advance: "I am about to leave the town. This is the last time I will teach you." The old master arranged the books on the table in front of him.
The Master has always been neat and tidy, the environment is spotless, and things are placed in order. The Master often said that it is impossible to sweep the world without sweeping a house, but since Xu Qingmu started studying, Master Liang seems to have never stepped out of the door, let alone
The world? The old master in Xu Qingmu's heart has many principles and rules, as if all the rules in the world have been transferred to him and become a shackles.
The master looked at Lin Zhenbei: "How do you rank the world, your parents, your brothers, and your own life?"
Lin Zhenbei was a little confused. This was not knowledge in books, and he had never discussed it with the Master. Seeing the Master's serious expression, he thought about it carefully. After a long while, he respectfully replied: "As the Master said in the preface,
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The old master nodded.
Then he asked: "If the life is not there, how can we keep the former safe and sound?"
Lin Zhenbei's answer this time was without pause: "I, Lin Zhenbei, do not want to live forever." The implication is that if you live as a hero, you will die as a ghost.
The old master did not express any attitude, but just signaled Lin Zhenbei to avoid it first and wanted to chat with Xu Qingmu alone. Lin Zhenbei bowed and resigned and waited in the hospital.
Xu Qingmu noticed that there was some light suddenly appearing in Old Master Liang's eyes, which was difficult to detect.
The old master faced Xu Qingmu and said slowly: "What do you think of Lin Zhenbei's answer?" Xu Qingmu answered truthfully: "To die after doing one's duty is to have a righteous life."
The old man sighed: "What if the way to save me cannot be done?"
"Then get up and do it."
In an instant, the awe-inspiring aura filled the air, filling the heaven and earth, and was extremely powerful and strong.
The old master stood up and bowed his hands as a student. He faced Xu Qingmu and said, "Liang Hao, on behalf of all the disciples in the world, I would like to thank Mr. Xu Shan."
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When I got back from private school, it was already after lunch.
The old master Liang Hao gave Xu Qingmu a book called "Fan Lu Ci", and talked with Xu Qingmu a lot about himself. Then the old master said that he had to deal with some people and things that he had long disliked. The old master also said,
Too much benevolence, morality, and etiquette can imprison people's true intentions, making them timid in doing things. Of course, "not breaking the rules" has indeed made the world a lot more disciplined, but for people who have always been unruly, if they continue to "disobey the rules"
"Going beyond the rules" is unfair to the world.
The old master has been abiding by the rules all his life. Even when he saw the world collapse, the three cardinal principles and the five permanent principles fell, and the emperor and his ministers rebelled, he did not step out of the door. Now, Xu Qingmu's words of "get up and do it" have strengthened the old master's belief.
It is better to sit down and talk about it than to get up and do it!
The old master told Xu Qingmu that both the pen and the sword can make people listen to the truth, and the sword is the key for those who can't be quiet to calm down and listen to the truth. Xu Qingmu doesn't understand the things in the world, and a young man who has never drunk thinks that
So far.
Lin Zhenbei thinks that the world of scholars is really troublesome. How can a pen be used as a weapon? There are great sages and sages in ancient times, but there is not necessarily a precedent for killing people with a pen. It is far inferior to using a sword to express gratification. You don't listen? Then
I will stab you with my sword and beat you until you listen.
So Lin Zhenbei doesn't like reading.
But I vaguely remember that I originally read a book, but I probably remembered it wrongly.
When passing by the fortune-telling stall, the white-faced Taoist priest was surrounded by a group of warblers and swallows. Xu Qingmu thought to himself that the ten cents were wasted. But the little Taoist priest suddenly poked his head out of the crowd and said something.
Clearly, an object was thrown.
A hairpin with a red rope hanging on it was crystal clear. The vague voice came again: "Wear it on your body to ward off a disaster."
The young man surnamed Lin threw it to Xu Qingmu casually: "A scholar and a hairpin are a perfect match."
The young man took the jade hairpin. The jade hairpin was engraved with small characters in seal script: