Shepherd boy, farmer, smoke.
A small village under Xianxia Ridge.
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.
I am now returning home with great success, but 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. I came back to take a look this time."
The village elder laughed and said: "I see, I can't hear the local accent because of my hearing loss, so please do as I please."
Zhang Yue thought to himself that as soon as the other party heard that he was a local, he changed his title from high official to husband. I have been in Bianjing for many years, and my Wu Yue sound changed to Luo sound at some point.
Zhang Yue passed by a village school, but he heard the saying that "in the beginning, human beings are naturally good by nature; they are similar in nature, but their 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 teacher 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 tutor 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 the practice."
The private school teacher 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."
The teacher heard this and sneered: "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, the other party asked 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 doing something wrong."
After hearing this, the private school teacher felt arrogant and turned around to leave.
…
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.
Leaning against the sky and accumulating green clouds, the clouds are like a picture. It rains in the evening.
The floating mist and verdant peaks are clear, and the smoke of the trees across the dock condenses into 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 his reputation. I want to stay in 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 Jiang Yan dreamed of writing here. He wrote the most in Pucheng, including more than a dozen famous poems such as "Red Rainbow Ode" and "Moss Ode". 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 official career was prosperous, and his writing was 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 is also 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 my writing is really good.
Will the Four Song Family be changed to the Fifth Song Family in the future? Zhang still needs to be ranked in front 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 what a scholar means to inherit his unique learning.
But over time it became useless, so Zhang Yue also thought not to waste it on him, just sleep under Mengbi Mountain and return it.
Just like Jiang Yan returning a 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 lonely peak, wondering what it meant.
"Why?" 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 his side and said with a smile: "Buddha, all things in the world come and go, and they have their 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: "It's okay, I would like to advise you. Scholars should not be too utilitarian, and the best thing to do is to practice hard. The appearance of a layman will not be something in the pool in the future. He will be a Jinshi within ten years. Why do you want anything outside yourself?" "
Zhang Yue smiled and said: "I accept the abbot's good advice."
After a pause, Zhang Yue asked: "Abbot, in your opinion, what makes a true scholar?"
The abbot thought for a while and said: "Sima Scholar can be called a scholar, but the worst thing about Sima Scholar is that he became an official. As long as he becomes 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 who take the imperial examinations are said to rely on their own abilities, but they still have to call themselves disciples of the emperor, and do scholars who seek help from others 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: "I'm telling you, 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!"
