The morning light is clear and the sun's shadows are getting higher. Tall trees with their leaves almost fallen extend from the ridge to the valley.
Among the peaks and valleys, there are still a few green trees, such as pines, cypresses, and metasequoias. They have maintained their unique style in the mountains of the Central Plains that continue to turn colder.
At Willow Villa, on the bank of a clear stream, the atmosphere in Lu Qiu's aunt's thatched cottage was extremely ordinary. Mother and son sat opposite each other at the wooden table, eating breakfast in silence.
Yang Zhaoxi spread her hands to the left and right, and quickly ate up a large bowl of wild boar meat. Then she turned the bones over and started to pick at the shredded meat in the gaps. What was unusual was that by now, a full meal had passed since breakfast.
Half an hour.
Lu Qiuniang's face was slightly cold, and she slapped her chopsticks on the wooden bowl: "Is wild boar delicious?!"
"It's delicious! It's just because it's so delicious that I still want to eat more cleanly..." Yang Chaoxi's heart thumped, knowing that Lu Qiuniang had something to say, so she had to pretend to be confused and get off the road.
"Where does the meat come from?!" Lu Qiuniang's eyes widened.
"Mom did it..." Yang Chaoxi's voice trailed off, and when he saw Lu Qiuniang staring at him, he was about to have a fit, so he quickly changed his words, "Oh... it was Sister Lin'er... who sent it! I have to... I have to thank you very much.
People!"
"Then go quickly! The bamboo basket is here! The silk is on the kang in the inner room, wrapped in oil paper!" Lu Qiuniang shouted.
Yang Zhaoxi hurriedly threw down the bowls and chopsticks in her hands, washed her hands and the oil on her mouth three times, hugged the silk yarn, picked up the bamboo basket, and ran out dejectedly.
Lu Qiuniang looked at the thin figure that disappeared quickly and thought to herself: This bastard! He has been talking about being a hero since he was a child, but when he really does it, he is always sweating profusely...
The light is slanted and clear, piercing from the sky into the sparse forest and falling on the large thatched cottage. This place is very familiar. I don’t know how many times I have been here since I was a child. At this moment, I have a different mood, returning to my old place.
When I came here, I felt that there were suddenly many unknown things in the hut. I was a little uneasy, a little curious, and even more, I couldn't help but feel nervous!
It's very quiet in the hut, and you can hear it if you get closer. At this moment, Guan Shibo should still be scolding everyone in the martial arts field, and Sister Lin'er might be sleeping in - she has been like this since she was a child, but now she has grown
Older, it’s time to get up and learn to cook...
After conjecturing like this, we have already walked into the courtyard surrounded by wooden fences. The wood door is wide open, there is no one in the hall, and a wisp of green smoke rises up from the chimney of the thatched cottage.
"Lin'er...sister! Mom asked me to come over and bring some silk, just in time to make some winter clothes for you..." Yang Zhaoxi called out tentatively and explained a few more words to make this visit more interesting.
Not so deliberate or abrupt.
However, no one answered. Yang Zhaoxi stood there for a while, feeling anxious, then he bravely entered the main hall.
The room on the left is the kitchen. I went in and looked around. Firewood was burning in the stove, but no one was there. The room on the right was the bedroom. Yang Zhaoxi called "Sister Lin'er" twice more, but still got no response.
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So he plucked up the courage and broke in, but he only saw two earthen Kangs one mile and one away. The quilts on the Kangs were neat and there was a straw curtain in the middle. However, there was still no one!
Yang Chaoxi felt slightly happy, and then became a little depressed. The misunderstanding was like a lump in the throat, and if it was not removed, it would eventually be an unbearable pain.
Dragging the bamboo basket with one hand and holding the silk wrapped in oil paper with the other, he slowly walked out of the main hall and walked out of the courtyard with his head lowered. Slowly he found a pair of small embroidered shoes popping out from under his skirt.
Looking up again, Guan Lin'er's oval face with slightly frowning brows and red eyes was clearly displayed in front of her!
"Sister Lin'er... I... I brought you a bamboo basket. And my mother asked me to get some silk. They are all here... It's getting cold. I just have enough to make a set of clothes." Yang Zhaoxi said.
It was difficult, but seeing that she didn't interrupt, he simply said it all.
Guan Lin'er held a small wooden basin on her waist. In the basin were some bowls and chopsticks with water drops on them. She glared at him with a complicated expression, then snatched the bamboo basket and silk with her hands and threw them into the small wooden basin.
He entered the hut without saying a word.
Yang Zhaoxi was stunned for a few breaths before he realized what he was doing. He quickly turned around and chased after her. The wooden basin was thrown on the wooden table in the main hall. Guan Lin'er was already squatting in front of the stove in the kitchen and was about to fill the stove with firewood. When she saw Yang Zhaoxi
After he had already come in, he stood up suddenly, picked up the firewood stick in his hand, and started beating him randomly.
Yang Zhaoxi had been beaten since he was a child, so he was bound to run away as soon as possible. But now, as if accepting his fate, he let Guan Lin'er beat him for a while, and his body was covered with dust marks from firewood.
Guan Lin'er kept beating, but her hand movements gradually slowed down. Suddenly, there was a "clang" sound, and the firewood fell to the ground. She stared at Yang Chaoxi with a sincere smile in front of her, and suddenly burst into laughter, and then
But there were two lines of clear tears, falling down like water from a floodgate, which could never stop.
He smiled and she cried. The tense string in his heart finally relaxed. He went up to wipe away her tears, but she pushed her away. After a long time, he said: "Sister Lin'er, if you are still angry,
It doesn’t matter if I hit you a few more times. Brother Xi has practiced it, so it won’t break!”
Guan Lin'er was wiping her tears, and the plant ash on her hand was rubbing on her cheek, leaving traces. Unexpectedly, he said this without thinking, and suddenly said angrily: "You are the one who begged for nothing."
, come here to ask for a beating! If I beat you to death, I will cut off my hair and become a nun." After saying this, I felt it was inappropriate and continued to ask, "You...do you mean what you said last night? My father said that drunken men talk the most.
Not credible."
Yang Chaoxi said seriously: "If I was drunk yesterday, I will say it again today in your kitchen. Brother Xi has liked Lin'er since he was a child. Other than that, I don't do what he wants. If you misunderstand me because of this,
I burned it! So as not to upset Sister Lin'er again." Yang Chaoxi said, then took off the sachet from his waist and threw it into the stove.
Guan Lin'er suddenly cut off the sachet, held it in his hand, looked through it, and said softly: "I believe in you, Brother Xi. I will keep this sachet for you as a confirmation. If one day you want to regret it,
, go find this girl again, and I will return it to you, and you can still be a romantic hero!"
Yang Chaoxi was overjoyed, but she gritted her teeth. She was confused by this weird Guan Lin'er.
Suddenly, she remembered something she hadn't finished before they left last night. She couldn't help but step forward, crossed her arms, and wanted to hold her in her arms. Guan Lin'er's eyes dodge and she didn't dare to move...
Just when he was about to succeed, Guan Lin'er suddenly dwarfed and got out from beside him. A burst of sweet laughter sounded, and the small and exquisite figure had already escaped outside the hut. He spoke provocatively:
"Brother Xi, you can't catch me! Cuckold~"
Hearing this, Yang Chaoxi smiled and said, "Come here!" He followed the sound and chased out. He only saw a tall figure holding an iron gun. He walked in steadily like a Yuan Ting Yue Zhi, and hurriedly clasped his fists.
Salute: "Well done, Guo Shibo! My mother asked me to come over and say thank you. I just happened to bring some silk to make some winter clothes for Sister Lin'er."
Guan Dashi had just returned from the valley school ground, and his calm and authoritative aura had not dissipated: "Boy Xi! It's been a long time since you came back! I met your mother yesterday and heard some things. You are not old, and you already have this problem.
I'm very happy about my martial arts skills! I originally thought that you might come to the Valley School Ground this morning and try a few tricks with you. But I didn't expect you to come, but I didn't want to play with Lin'er girl here. Come, come, come!
Let’s try it with nothing!”
Yang Zhaoxi had no choice but to put up a boxing stance, but it was a "seizing fist" stance. Guan Lin'er stood not far away, with a novel look in her eyes. Although she was a woman, she had learned a few tricks from Guan Dashi.
The fists and kicks of a hard bridge and a hard horse can also be used to distinguish the good and bad of ordinary moves.
Guan Dashi took on a new look when he saw him start, and seemed to have a good attitude. He was even more itchy in his heart. He used the "Nine Fighting Styles" that he had been familiar with for many years: one step, two-pronged approach, three-legged stance, surrounded by enemies on all sides...
Yang Zhaoxi continued to slap and hit him one by one, but he felt a strange strength from the boxing skills practiced by Guan Dashi. It turned out that Guan Dashi had been practicing kung fu for many years and fought on the battlefield. Even though his qualifications were mediocre, he still had a little bit of strength.
Nei Jin, however, unintentionally opened up the "from outside to inside" boxing path.
At this time, Yang Zhaoxi was not as tall as an adult. Guan Dashi swung out his fists, but the force gradually became heavier.
As Yang Zhaoxi waved his arms to block, the marks on his body made by the firewood gradually fell away. Guan Lin'er looked nervous, fearing that his father might accidentally hit Brother Xi, so he really wanted to cut them off.
Hair, should I become a nun... In my ignorant mind, I have already begun to weigh the pros and cons.
Yang Chaoxi secretly saw that she was actually worried about him, and her heart warmed, and her moves suddenly changed. In the blink of an eye, she turned into the "Cuiyun Tao Kung" style of fighting: using the mind to control the shape, the mind in front of the shape, and the softness.
Sheng Gang, looking in all directions, although the moves are as smooth as boneless, the power of the fists is as erratic as spider silk, sometimes like the flapping of the wings of a gull, sometimes like the calming of the river tide.
Guan Dashi's body was full of force and strength, but he seemed to have been hit into a large ball of blankets. Although he was powerful and heavy, it was of no use. And his figure gradually became scattered according to the rhythm of the boxing. He staggered several times and almost fell down.
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Guan Lin'er stared at the two of them with her eyes. At this moment, seeing Guan Dashi suffer a loss, she also blamed Yang Zhaoxi. For the first time in her little heart, she understood what "worrying about gains and losses, being in a dilemma" means.
Guan Dashi continued to fight for a while, and then with the help of Yang Chaoxi's force, he retreated, laughing and saying: "No more fighting! No more fighting! What you are playing is Gongsun Zhenren's 'Cuiyun Dao Kung'"
, I was defeated ten years ago. Now I am defeated by this boxing technique, but it is not unfair."
However, Guan Lin'er puffed up her cheeks and opened her lips slightly: "Dad! You obviously lost at the hands of Brother Xi, but you are talking about how powerful this punch is. Isn't Brother Xi powerful enough? Huh! You adults, you lost at the hands of Brother Xi.
But he refuses to admit defeat!"
Guan Dashi was stunned for a moment, then laughed again: "Lin'er is right! Daddy lost. Boy Xi is a very powerful person, even better than daddy. Okay? Alas! Women's hearts are outward, without exception. Daddy
Finally, the day has come, and it will be difficult to live in the future..."
Guan Lin'er's pretty face suddenly turned red, and she glared at Yang Zhaoxi again, as if to say, "Are you satisfied? My father even blamed me for speaking for you." Then he ran into his hut and went back to the bedroom.
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Yang Zhaoxi shook his head helplessly, remembering that Guan Dashi was still watching his joke, and hurriedly clasped his fists and said: "Guan Shibo, I suddenly remembered that my mother asked me to chop some dry firewood and come back, so I won't bother you anymore. Please take care of yourself!" After finishing speaking, he shook his head helplessly.
He didn't look back and ran away.
Guan Dashi thought about the situation between the two of them. One was covered with vegetation ash, and the other was covered with marks from firewood. He recalled last night, when Guan Lin'er came back and cried sadly, but was so stubborn that he refused to say a word. He couldn't help shaking his head and sighing:
The children have finally grown up, but these things are unavoidable. It’s just that I am a rough country man, and I can’t talk too much about the concerns of my daughter’s family. If Lin’er’s mother was still here, what would happen?
Good! Thinking of this, the thick man who was more than seven feet tall felt sad.
When Yang Zhaoxi ran back to her hut, Lu Qiuniang had already started to prepare lunch. When she saw him coming back, she asked casually: "Have you met your sister Lin'er? Have you got the silk?"
Yang Chaoxi nodded, with an unnatural look on his face. Some of the marks left by the firewood whipping in front of him still remained, which looked particularly eye-catching at this moment.
Lu Qiuniang saw this and smiled: "I was beaten? Did Guan Shibo do it?" Yang Chaoxi thought about it and nodded again.
Lu Qiuniang stopped asking further questions and turned around and said: "There is not much firewood in the yard. You promised me in the morning that you would cut some and bring it back. It's still early for lunch, so go back quickly!"
Yang Zhaoxi buried his head in response, then found a hatchet and a rope and hung them around his waist. He also took a carrying stick from the corner of the hut, then walked out of his courtyard gate and searched for the sparse forests on both sides of the valley.
At this time, the forest was desolate, and it was clear at a glance how good or bad the trees in the forest were. Yang Zhaoxi picked out the dead branches on the trees, chopped them off with a hatchet, and put them together with the dead branches picked up from under the trees. They were to be gathered together.
After that, they chopped them all into three-foot-long firewood sticks and tied them into two bundles with ropes, which were thick enough for a water tank. Then they inserted the two ends of the pick sticks into the bundles of firewood to make a "Gong" shape.
Carrying firewood, pick it up with short shoulders and turn back.
After walking for a while, I saw a large open space on a gentle hillside not far away. There was a small thatched cottage in the clearing against the mountain. There seemed to be a human figure in the thatched cottage, but there was nothing there.
move.
Yang Chaoxi suddenly realized: This is probably the beggar monk's monastery! Then he remembered Guan Lin'er's description last night and the conversation between Lu Qiuniang and him in the morning. He couldn't help but be curious, so he picked up a load of firewood and walked straight up.
Go forward. Step into the dead grass with your feet and make a "sand" sound.
Monk Hu Huilang was sitting in meditation. When he heard the footsteps, he slowly opened his eyes and smiled on his face.
Yang Zhaoxi walked closer and was stretching her neck to look at the beggar monk. When she saw the monk's eyes were bright and he was looking at him kindly, he couldn't help being startled and quickly retracted his neck.
After a while, I saw that the monk had not moved for a long time, so I looked over again, and saw that the monk was still motionless, and looked at him with a smile. I thought to myself: Is this a clay monk? Why doesn't he look like a stranger at all?
While he was in a state of uncertainty, Monk Hu Huilang said, "Little donor, this poor monk is a living person, so there is no need to be afraid. You were going into the mountain to cut wood, but you didn't intend to come here. It's just a coincidence."
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When Yang Zhaoxi saw that he spoke human words, she was mostly surprised and doubtful. She came here to take a look out of curiosity, and she didn't have any questions to answer.
However, after several years of practicing Taoism, he also heard that Taoism and Buddhism have different beliefs, and many scriptures even run counter to each other. Even if the two sects are not on the same page, they cannot live in harmony. Since the prosperous dynasty
Since its founding, debates between Buddhism and Taoism have occurred countless times.
Thinking of this, I suddenly had some mischievous thoughts in my heart, so I asked: "Zen Master, you are polite! I have something unclear and I want to ask for advice. Living in poverty and enjoying Taoism is called 'Poverty Dao', which is what Taoists call themselves. However, Zen Master calls himself 'Poverty Monk'
', but what's the explanation?"
Monk Hu Huilang smiled lightly and said: "It turns out that I am also a practitioner, but I don't know the little benefactor's Taoist name, name, and surname? In which temple is he registered?"
Yang Chaoxi was shocked: this beggar monk really had a keen eye, and he could see through his identity so quickly. He looked at himself again, and found that his robe had been changed long ago, and he only had a soft-footed bun tied to his head, but he didn't know where it was exposed.
So he lied and said: "I asked you first, and you must answer me first before I answer your question."
Hu Seng Huilang was contradicted by his words, but he was not angry at all. He still said calmly: "If you don't have anything to offer, you are called a 'poor'; if you sacrifice yourself to save others, you are called a 'monk'. The word 'poor monk' is enough."
If you are consistent with the teachings of my Buddhist sect and have the heart to renounce yourself, it will be difficult to achieve the path to ultimate happiness."
After listening to this, Yang Chaoxi's eyes flashed with brilliance. He couldn't help but be impressed by the beggar monk's optimistic and indifferent demeanor: "What the Zen master said is shallow and profound, but the small way is abrupt. The small way is Yang Zhaoxi, the son of Shangqing Guanchong Lingzi."
, may I ask the Buddhist name of Zen Master?”
Monk Hu Huilang clasped his palms together and said in a humble tone: "It turns out to be Taoist Master Chong Lingzi. The poor monk's name is Huilang. He is not from China. He only came here to impart the supreme wisdom of our Buddha."
Yang Zhaoxi also rested his load of firewood and returned the gift with his hand: "Zen Master Huilang, you live in the middle of the mountain. You can still live there in the spring and autumn. How should you deal with yourself in the autumn and winter?"
Monk Hu Huilang said with a smile: "Taoists practice Taoism and Shimen sit in meditation. Although their practices are different, they reach the same goal by different paths. If the three Dantians are penetrated and the two meridians of Ren and Du are opened, the major and minor circulations will flow smoothly, and the acquired qi will be innate."
When the Qi merges into one, the Buddha's womb is born. Water and fire cannot invade it, let alone only cold and heat."
Yang Chaoxi also wondered: "Then what's the difference between your Shi Sect Kung Fu and Tao Sect Kung Fu?"
Monk Hu Huilang replied: "Buddhist Kungfu mostly starts from the outside in. If many Zen masters practice martial arts, they must start from practicing Hengfeng and Qianfeng all the way. As time goes by, they encounter the opportunity of epiphany, sitting in meditation and practicing martial arts, that is,
If you can connect the inside and outside, you will be able to make rapid progress if you improve your martial arts."
Yang Chaoxi wondered: "If you can't have a sudden enlightenment, won't you be unable to communicate with the inside and outside for the rest of your life? When you get old, you will suffer from the hidden scars caused by practicing kung fu, and you will torture yourself."
Monk Hu Huilang then replied: "Shimen sits in meditation and practices martial arts, which are meant to purify his desires, not to show off his courage and fight. Even if martial arts is superb, it cannot save the world and escape suffering, so what is the use? As for horizontal training,
It is only the body that suffers from hidden wounds and pain, but it does not harm the Buddha nature."
Yang Chaoxi sighed: "What the Zen master said are all unbelievable. They are both Taoists and Buddhists. Their ideas are so different that they are at odds with each other. Is there really no difference between Taoism and Zen?"
Monk Hu Huilang took a serious look at him and then said: "Tao and Zen, as far as the poor monk is concerned, just have different conceptions of the vast world. And the world has existed forever, how you visualize it has nothing to do with the world.
There is no increase or decrease. However, Taoist priests and monks can visualize the principles and Zen ideas, but they can help the world understand gains and losses, favors and disgrace, life and death, and calm the inner suffering. This is where it is useful. If you forcefully separate the boundaries and forcefully conclude: Tao is
The method of escaping from the world and the study of self-reliance. Buddha is the method of saving the world and the study of self-redemption. The two may be superior or inferior, but it is not for you or me to judge or speak nonsense. Amitabha!"
Yang Chaoxi suddenly smiled and said: "The Zen master really has clear thinking and is impartial. He has only been practicing the small way for a short time and he still has a partial understanding of many things. But the Zen master does not just talk about it just because it is a village boy's words. He treats everyone equally, and the spring breeze turns into rain, and the small way is real.
admiration!"
Monk Hu Huilang smiled warmly: "Buddha teaches that all living beings are equal. The old, the weak, women and children, cows, horses, chickens, and dogs are all living beings. There is no need to treat them separately. Isn't it just a waste of time and effort and trouble?"
Yang Zhaoxi bowed his hands and said, "I came here spontaneously and came back with a full load. This trip has been worthwhile! If you succeed in practicing Taoism one day, come and knock on the door again!" After Yang Zhaoxi finished speaking, he picked up a load of firewood and said goodbye to Zen Master Huilang.
Run down the valley and stream.
Monk Hui Lang collected his mind and was still sitting under the monk's hut. The rosary beads around his neck were already held in the palm of his hand and moved sequentially with his ten fingers. Just like what he said, the world seemed to have never begun and never ended.