The south of the Yangtze River is the most prosperous in the world, the literary style is at its peak, and the counties and prefectures are rich in the seeds of reading.
Entering Yangchun City, you can see scholars everywhere on the streets, especially in elegant places like teahouses and restaurants. If you get a little closer, you can hear voices talking loudly and giving advice.
"I heard that the reckless man went to the capital for the hereditary scoundrel, and even whipped a third-grade official in public. He is really lawless and vulgar! If this reckless man really gets his wish, he will get a hereditary scoundrel for his reckless son. , but it has chilled the hearts of thousands of scholars in the world!"
"That reckless man Xu Laizi won't be able to dance for long. With Zhang Shoufu here, how can he do what he wants? Hehe, let's see, this lame man needs to have a good drink in the capital."
"That's true, Zhang Shoufu is indeed great and a role model for scholars of our generation! But the lame man is also reincarnated by heaven and will not be punished. His son is an unlearned and unskilled libertine. This daughter is shameless and a slutty two-legged incense burner. I heard that even The ladies in the palace have all written the "Female Ring", let the widow from Beiliang learn from it!"
Qingniao frowned slightly. What's the difference between the words of these Confucian scholars in loose clothes and broad belts and feather fans and turbans, and the gossip of women?
Jingzhou lay in the carriage with his eyes closed and said, "It's so good that no one can be criticized, and nothing can be criticized. But most of these people wearing Confucian shirts have high vision and low hand. I have read a lot of sages' books, and I can read a lot of them. Are you here for righteousness? Which official from the south of the Yangtze River cares about the sufferings of the people? This matter of being an untouchable is not as important in the eyes of these officials as scolding Xu Xiaolai."
"Scolding Xu Laizi and hitting the pillars from time to time to give him advice is the real way to achieve both fame and fortune. The life and death of the people at the bottom have nothing to do with these people. Most of the centuries-old dynasties will be ruined in these' great fortunes Clear name's manpower."
"Don't be aggrieved for Beiliang. Don't talk about Xu Laizi. The hearts of scholars are aggrieved. Even the one on the Dragon Throne is not spared. It doesn't matter whether it's scolding or scolding, there are still a few kilograms of meat. These people are just mouths. If you are really good at Kung Fu, if you really encounter the unreasonable Beiliang soldiers, you will probably be so scared that you will pee all over your pants. Wait until that guy Xu Fengnian arrives in Jiangnan, and you can take a look at the faces of these scholars."
The carriage drove for a while in the city and stopped in front of a restaurant.
The waiters in the restaurant can see all directions and listen in all directions, so their eyesight is naturally very good. The young master in front of him is wearing a purple robe with exquisite tailoring and texture, which is not something ordinary people can afford to wear. I heard that in the capital, this kind of purple clothes is the most popular among princes and grandsons, and there is a saying that one tael of robe is worth one tael of gold.
Jiangnan Road respects feather fans and turbans, and white Confucian shirts. This young man must have come from outside the country, and with his noble aura, he may be the son or grandson of the capital city.
The waiter welcomed Jing Zhou to the window seat on the second floor, and Qing Niao ordered a few of the restaurant's specialty dishes.
There are many noble families in the south of the Yangtze River. These scholars who come from noble families naturally attach great importance to status. Which family does not have two handsome schoolboys with red lips and white teeth, or a maid who is 28 years old and is good at playing the piano and cooking tea. During the day, Acting as a facade, rolling and surging at night?
At this time, a group of scholars on the second floor saw Qingniao dressed in tight clothes and with a cold expression. She was very different from the women they had seen in the past. Their eyes lit up. Many people thought about it and told the maids in the room to dress up like this when they got back.
I am used to eating Xiaojiabiyu, so I always need to change my taste.
What's more, although the Blue Bird is not the most beautiful girl in the country, it can be considered astonishingly beautiful. Coupled with the indescribable heroic spirit, it is particularly attractive. But a moment later, there was another scene on the second floor. There were discussions, ranging from the king of the Zhao family to the high-ranking officials in Zhupao.
Especially when he cursed Tu Xuxiao, he not only spat with anger, but even banged the table.
Wouldn't it be possible for outsiders and the young lady in green to take a high look at such remarks?
"Having a lustful heart but no lustful courage, that's why the scholars rebelled, and it took three years." Jingzhou's voice was loud and could be heard clearly on the second floor, and the faces of all the scholars suddenly changed.
These people who had read the sage's teachings that "the body must not lose its backbone when swords and axes are added to it" had just argued for a few words to let the outsiders know what the true meaning of the book was, when a green shadow appeared in front of them.
Is that the young lady in green?
Could it be that she is still a master?
The next moment, several people heard wind blowing in their ears and were thrown out of the window one by one.
A few people in Confucian shirts helped me get up from the ground. This time, the backyard was really blooming!
Several people didn't care about the pain that was like splitting their buttocks in half. When they saw many people gathered around to watch, they blushed at first, then put away their buttocks and pointed at the second floor of the restaurant.
After being humiliated like this, why don't you say harsh words and scold me back? Is this still the Son of Man?
"Disgraceful to politeness!"
"Sweep the floor politely!"
"There is no kingly law!"
"Swish, swish, swish", a sound broke through the air, and a few peanuts made these scholars shut their mouths immediately.
Jingzhou looked at the few scholars bending down and covering their mouths under the window, and said with a smile, "My ears are quiet now."
This scene just happened to be seen by the waiter who served the food.
Mom, how can this little lady in green, who seems to be more elegant than a handsome scholar, be able to pick someone up by their neck?
Throwing people out like flies, why are you so ruthless with your hands?
This is Jiangnan, not those barbarian Northern Liangs!
The scholar is a master, just throw it away like this?
Besides, whoever can go up to the second floor has a good ancestor, and may be related to the four prominent families in the south of the Yangtze River.
This young man in purple has made a big mistake!
Before the waiter could change his mind, he heard another shocking sentence: "You've read it all about dogs, and you can't even scold them. Is this the character of the sage?"
"In this world, the most courageous scholars are undoubtedly the scholars of Western Chu. They can be regarded as reading three-thirds of the true meaning. Unfortunately, most of them died for their country."
The waiter was stunned for a while, and when he came to his senses, he collected his thoughts and sent the food and wine over.
If the sky fell, it wouldn't be able to hit him, the waiter.
After having enough wine and food, Jingzhou and the others left the restaurant and went to Baoguo Temple.
When we arrived at Baoguo Temple, it was already afternoon.
The temple door is wide open, and the sandalwood fragrance is fragrant. Through the middle door, you can vaguely see the grandeur of the houses in the temple.
Luxurious carriages came from afar, and many young ladies got out of the carriages.
This Baoguo Temple not only retains the ink pens of literati, but also plants the most beautiful peonies in the world, which are loved by celebrities of the Qing Dynasty.
After getting off the carriage, Jingzhou looked up and saw that several tall towers in the temple were extremely spectacular. The ancient green trees were not even as high as the waist of the tower. He is dressed in purple clothes and has a slender figure. He stands out in front of the temple. It is obvious at first glance that he has a good background. Some scholars wanted to come forward and say a few words, but they saw Qingniao's face that no strangers should approach and a big spear with a scarlet tip.
Several scholars secretly thought it was a pity and went to Baoguo Temple together. However, the young ladies who entered the temple to offer incense were holding their chests in pain and had to stand far away, pretending to admire the flowers and plants in front of the temple. Seeing that the young man in purple seemed to be in trance and refused to turn around, he reluctantly entered Baoguo Temple.
At this young age, who wouldn’t be sentimental?
How many people come to this temple to worship Buddha?
Who doesn’t know the talented young master in Baoguo Temple?
If we can meet one or two of them, it might become a good story.
The purple-clothed young man looked like he came from a big family. He had a scent of books about him. Just looking at his profile, he looked like the man in the painting.
What about a straight face?
How could such a person miss the point?
After looking at the tower twice, Jingzhou turned to the ancient pine trees in front of the temple, whose branches turned left and right, like a blue dragon.
"This is called Wolong Pine. I heard that if you break off a branch, it will bleed." The little beggar with yellow skin walked over from the side and stood timidly two feet away and stopped coming forward.
Jingzhou turned around and smiled at the ragged little beggar: "It's just a tree, how can it bleed? It's just that this pine should have grown tall and straight, but it has become like this after being passed by human hands."
The little beggar nodded and whispered: "Brother Chen also said so."
"Brother Chen? Does your brother like to read?" Jing Zhou smiled faintly and waved towards the little beggar, beckoning her to come over.
The little beggar looked at the scholar lady who was walking to the temple in luxurious clothes. He shook his head and stopped answering. Instead, he turned to the spring pool on the side, holding on to the rugged stones, and walked down in small steps.
When Jingzhou saw her bending over to pick up some coins, regardless of getting wet with the spring water, he suddenly remembered something.
The "Brother Chen" this little girl talks about is not Chen Xiliang, who is it?
He vaguely remembered that this little girl had a paralyzed grandfather who made a living by begging. If his grandfather fell ill, he would come to Baoguo Temple to pick up a few coins, but he didn't dare to pick up more. Each time he only took enough coins to buy half a basket of steamed buns.
Chen Xiliang saw that she was pitiful, so he often helped the beggar.
She shook her head to herself, probably because she was afraid of getting into trouble.
"Little bitch, who asked you to go down to pick up copper coins? Don't you know that the copper coins in this spring are merit money?" The voice was sharp and mean. A woman came from behind, followed by several well-dressed servants and maids. .
The little beggar stood in the water, lowered his head and said: "The master in the temple allowed me to pick it up. The master said it doesn't matter how many pieces I pick up at a time."
"How dare you talk back, you little bitch? Who gave you the courage!" the woman yelled, her anger rising.
She was already filled with resentment when she heard that her husband was flirting with women in Baoguo Temple and doing restless things with that vixen. Now when she heard the harsh words from this bitch's mouth, she became even more angry.
"I won't pick it up anymore. I won't pick it up anymore." The little beggar let go of the few copper coins in his hand with red eyes.
The woman said gloomily: "Is it okay if you don't pick it up? How can a Buddhist holy land be desecrated by a bitch like you? Go and catch that little bitch!"
The little beggar instinctively stepped back, tripped over a stone, and fell into the spring.
Jingzhou frowned and said coldly: "Is it considered blasphemy to pick up a few coins? Not even the monks in the temple said a word of no."
The woman turned around and glanced forward. Seeing that the person who made the noise was not a humble dog, she felt a little apprehensive. But in a flash, she remembered that her husband's family was also one of the most prominent families in the area, and her mother's family was closely related to the empress in the palace. Without even a trace of contact, he snorted coldly and just ordered the servants behind him to take action.
"Get out!" Jingzhou said coldly, and Qingniao's body flashed repeatedly, sweeping away the servants with his instant gun.
The word "go" seemed to be filled with thousands of murderous intentions. The woman's body trembled, and a layer of cold sweat suddenly appeared on her forehead. She did not dare to be tough anymore, so she was helped from the ground by the maid and entered the temple.
Jingzhou swayed and picked up the trembling little beggar from the spring.
"Sir, I'm fine." The little beggar was so anxious that he didn't dare to raise his head. He just struggled twice and got up from Jing Zhou's arms. As soon as he took a step, his body staggered.
The blue bird supported the little beggar with a bloodless face, and with a moved expression on his face, he took out a broken piece of silver from his arms and handed it to the little beggar.
The little beggar looked panicked and shrank his battered hands into his sleeves, shaking even more violently.
Jingzhou turned to Qingniao and said, "She is just a beggar. Ten cents is an unimaginable thing. How dare she accept your money?"
Qingniao was secretly angry, wondering how he had forgotten about this. He took back the silver and took out a few copper coins from his waist.
Seeing that the little beggar still didn't dare to pick it up, Jingzhou laughed softly and said, "Take it, just think that these coins were thrown into the spring by a blue bird. Didn't the monks in the temple allow you to pick up coins from the water?"
The little beggar hesitated for a moment, thanked him, took a few coins and held them in his hands.
Jingzhou helped the little beggar tidy up his clothes and quietly tapped the "Tianzong", "Shinto" and "Fengmen" acupoints on her back.
After the little beggar left, the blue bird asked: "Young Master just touched her a few times, right?"
Jingzhou said slowly: "This girl is already weak and has been ill for a long time. If she takes a dip in cold water now, she will inevitably get seriously ill again when she goes back. Even if she has the money to find a doctor, she may not be able to survive until the end of her life." The medicinal soup is ready."
Qingniao nodded, and then heard the young master smile again: "But this girl's eyebrows are turbid, and there is purity in the turbidity. Although her life is full of ups and downs, it is also her destiny to be rich, You Wangfu."
Qingniao smiled and said, "Young master, are you serious about what you said?"
Jingzhou laughed and said, "Didn't I just leave you in Zhao Xituan's experienced Xiaoyaoguan when I went to Huishan? Apart from that, have I ever deceived you again? The young master also knows some about the art of fortune telling. This girl’s life is precious.”
"I heard that Baoguo Temple has a unique peony. There are many flower shadows in the temple. People look at the flowers, and the flowers look at people. The fragrance of flowers is everywhere. Let's go and see this flower that brings the fragrance of all flowers."
After the two of them passed the temple gate, the first thing they saw was the Doumu Palace and the Great Scholar's Courtyard, both of which were magnificent and magnificent. Although they were not as good as the Shenxian Courtyard on Longhu Mountain, they were many times better than Wudang Mountain.
In particular, there is a large bronze four-legged cauldron placed in front of the courtyard. The green smoke lingers on the cauldron and lingers for a long time.
After the Liyang Dynasty unified the nine kingdoms, the Buddha was suppressed and the Taoism was promoted, but the Baoguo Temple had such a scene and the prosperity of incense really made Jingzhou look askance.
After walking several hundred steps, there were many pilgrims sitting on the ground in the Bodhi Courtyard. A big monk on the stage was preaching: "I, Buddha Tathagata, have a spirit of movement, a spirit of tranquility, a spirit of trance, a spirit of trance, a spirit of poverty, and five spirits. , that is, I will see the Tathagata. I, the Buddha Tathagata, have physical eyes, celestial eyes, wisdom eyes, Dharma eyes, and Buddha eyes. With five eyes, I will see the Tathagata."
Jingzhou suddenly thought of the white-robed monk who married a wife and had a daughter, and said with a smile, "Does Qingniao still remember those great monks from the two Zen temples?"
Qingniao nodded. It was difficult for her to forget the monk even if she wanted to. There seemed to be no Buddhist precepts that the monk had not violated.
Jingzhou said with emotion: "If it were that great monk who taught about Buddhism, do you believe that he would have to scold me if he didn't leave even three sentences?"
