Zhang Yue rested here for a moment and glanced at Xianxia Ridge shrouded in clouds and mist behind him.
This is the only way to pass the official road, so the villagers are not surprised to see passers-by. On the contrary, many vendors come to sell food.
Hearing the familiar local accent, Zhang Yue felt like a man who had been away from his hometown for many years, and felt a sense of sadness when he set foot on his hometown.
Now that I have returned home with great success, what if I am down and out?
Thinking back to his last life, when he was working hard in a big city, his hometown was a place he couldn't go back to. He didn't know how to explain his current situation to his childhood friends and relatives who watched him grow up.
Late at night, I suddenly dreamed about teenage things. I cried and cried, and my makeup was red and dry.
After going around and around, I am back to where I started.
Zhang Yue dismounted his horse and asked a village elder: "
Dad, how to get to Mengbi Mountain?"
The other party said: "If you want to go back to Daguan, just go west for ten miles. Why do Daguan go to Mengbi Mountain?"
Zhang Yue smiled and said: "I don't know, old man, but I am a native of this country. I have been away from home for many years and I came back to take a look."
The village elder laughed and said: "I see, I can't hear the local accent because I'm deaf, so I'll just do whatever you want."
Zhang Yue thought to himself that as soon as the other party heard that he was a local, he changed his title from "Shangguanren" to "Langjun". He had been in Bianjing for many years, and his Wu Yue sound changed to Luo sound at some point.
Zhang Yue passed by a village school, but heard the voice of "At the beginning of human beings, nature is good; nature is similar, but habits are far apart."
The clear voices of the Confucian boys reading these three-character sutras are really pleasing to the ear.
Zhang Yue dismounted his horse and walked into the village school to listen. Soon the school master saw someone outside, so he asked the scholar boy to study by himself and came out.
Zhang Yue apologized to the other party: "I was passing by here and heard the sound of reading. Please forgive me for my rudeness."
The private school teacher smiled and said, "It doesn't matter."
Zhang Yue asked: "Is it the Three-Character Sutra that the scholar boy recited just now?"
The school teacher said: "Exactly, since Zhang Duanming became a Hanlin scholar, the county has made all the Confucian boys learn it, not only in this county but also in the state."
Zhang Yue was originally happy, but after hearing what the other party said, his smile suddenly froze on his face.
The teacher said: "However, these three words are really good for enlightenment. They can be said to be catchy."
After hearing this, Zhang Yue looked slightly relaxed and said, "But it's not good to force it into practice."
The teacher of the private school said: "This is the custom today. In the past, when taking exams in county schools, Confucian students did not need to bow to the county magistrate, but just bowed to them. Now they all need to bow."
Zhang Yue said: "This is because the future is in the hands of the other party. Zhang Duanming knows that this is not his original intention."
When the teacher heard this, he sneered and said: "The gentleman is not Zhang Duanming, why should I speak for him? Seeing that the gentleman is also a scholar, I dare to ask what the meaning of this three-character classic is?"
Zhang Yue listened and didn't know how to answer for a while.
For example, if the other party asks the author, what does your article mean? The other party will be unable to answer for a while. What's more, Zhang Yue is not the real author of the Three Character Classic.
Zhang Yue said: "Sir, I'm surprised. I really don't understand. I'm just trying to do something special."
After hearing this, the private school teacher felt arrogant and turned around to leave.
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Zhang Yue arrived at the foot of Mengbi Mountain and saw an isolated peak.
There is a temple at the foot of the mountain called Tokyuji Temple.
When Zhang Yue arrived at the temple, he saw many literati writing inscriptions praising the "Mengbi Mountain".
It is difficult to create a painting with hibiscus illusion.
Leaning against the sky and accumulating green cloud roots, it becomes a picture after the rain comes in the evening.
The floating mist and verdant peaks are clear, and the smoke of the trees across the dock condenses the twilight.
After the rain, the dream pen embraces Qinglan, just like an expert sleeping soundly.
Zhang Yue watched for a while, and then a monk came to inquire.
Zhang Yue told the monk that he wanted to stay here. After receiving the report, the abbot of Xuefeng Temple received him personally.
Zhang Yue folded his hands and said: "I admire Jiangyan's reputation, so I came here because of its reputation. I want to stay at your temple. I hope you will bear with me if I disturb you."
After hearing this, the abbot laughed and said: "Over the years, many literati and poets have visited here in the name of Yang Jiangyan. There are also several guest rooms in this temple for lay people to rest, so there is no need to disturb them."
Zhang Yue said: "Thank you, Abbot!"
Then the host introduced to Zhang Yue and said: "It is said that this is where Jiang Yan dreamed of writing. He wrote the most famous poems in Pucheng, such as "Red Rainbow Ode", "Moss Ode" and more than a dozen famous poems, all of which were written here.
As soon as you come, your thoughts will flow out, just like spraying pearls and rinsing jade."
"However, it is a pity that after Jiang Yan left Pucheng, his career became more prosperous, and his articles were not as good as before. Therefore, there is a saying that Jiang Yan has exhausted his talents."
"But many scholars come here to seek miraculous effects and to obtain the five-color magic pen. Are you afraid that Mr. Lang also comes here to seek the pen?"
Zhang Yue smiled and said: "I am not asking for a pen, but returning a pen!"
The abbot was confused after hearing this.
After Zhang Yue finished his vegetarian meal, he lay down on the couch in the monk's room. The dream from more than ten years ago seemed to still be vivid in his mind.
After I took the exam myself, I rarely encountered the magical space in my dreams.
Because after becoming an official, I really don’t need it anymore, but I still use it occasionally when I practice calligraphy. Now my calligraphy has become worth a fortune. I don’t know if it’s because of the fame or because I really write well.
Will the Four Song Family be changed to the Five Song Family in the future? Will Zhang still be ranked ahead of Su, Huang, Mi and Cai?
However, these are not important to Zhang Yue. The art of calligraphy was taught to him directly by Zhang You, so he just wanted to pass it on. This is the meaning of a scholar's inheritance.
But over time, it became useless, so Zhang Yue also thought not to waste it on him. He could just sleep under Mengbi Mountain and return it.
Just like Jiang Yan returning his pen.
After Zhang Yue lay down, he thought he would fall asleep immediately, but found that he had no dreams all night.
The old man Zhang Jingyang who told himself that "the affairs of the world and the hearts of young people are all clearly revealed in dreams" did not seem to come to see him in his dreams.
When the sun first rose, Zhang Yue came to the foot of Mengbi Mountain and looked at the solitary peak, wondering what it meant.
"Why exactly?" Zhang Yue murmured to himself at the foot of the peak.
The abbot looked at Zhang Yue's confused look, and he also understood the situation and walked to the side of the other party and said with a smile: "Businessman, everything in the world comes and goes, and it has its own destiny. You can't force it."
These words struck a chord in Zhang Yue's heart, and he smiled and said, "Thank you, abbot, for your advice."
The abbot smiled and said: "No problem, I would like to advise you. Scholars should not be too utilitarian, and the best way is to practice hard. The appearance of a layman is not something that can be found in the pool in the future. He will be a Jinshi within ten years. Why do you want anything outside of yourself?"
"
Zhang Yue said with a smile: "I accept the abbot's good advice."
After a pause, Zhang Yue asked: "Abbot, in your opinion, what is a true scholar?"
The abbot thought for a while and said: "Sima Sima can be called a scholar, but the worst thing about Sima is that he became an official. As long as he is an official, he cannot be called a true scholar."
"Why?"
The abbot said: "You think being an official is a request, but how many real scholars are really asking for help?"
"Scholars take the imperial examinations and say they rely on their own abilities, but they still have to call themselves disciples of the emperor. Do scholars who have begged others still deserve to be called scholars?"
Zhang Yue said: "What the abbot said is absolutely true. This junior has learned a lesson!"
While he was talking, a novice monk reported: "The abbot, the county magistrate, the county magistrate, and the chief registrar have all arrived at the mountain gate!"
Upon hearing this, the abbot perked up and said, "Follow me to greet you!"