"Young hero, how long do I have to stay with my husband?" Luo Xing squatted close to Chen Shouren and asked miserably.
"Give it a while." Bai Ze joked.
Luo Xing's face turned bitter.
"He lied to you." Chen Shouren glanced at Bai Ze and said, "His aura of awe alone is enough to protect the people in this temple from worries. It's a pity that the Ming King in this temple has no trace of Buddha nature. , otherwise the ghost would not break in."
When Luo Xing and others heard this, they immediately became happy again.
But before they were happy, Bai Ze said again: "If there is any movement later, don't be afraid. Stay in this temple and don't go out, and everything will be fine."
"Movement... movement?" Luo Xing was a little confused and said, "What movement? Could it be that... the female ghost has an accomplice?"
As soon as these words came out, the remaining rangers couldn't help but start to look around, fearing that another ghost might suddenly appear somewhere, and they all moved closer to where Chen Shouren and Bai Ze were.
"Probably not." Bai Ze said with a smile, "After all, it's rare to see a tiger possess a demon. If one dies, how can it throw another one to its death?"
"What the young hero means..." Zuo Hong reacted and looked nervous, "Could it be that the tiger spirit wants to take revenge?"
No matter how stupid they are, they still guessed the identities of Chen Shouren and Bai Ze at this time. I'm afraid it's not that simple.
Zuo Hong had heard that some old Confucians who had read poetry and books would have the aura of awe contained in the saint's articles in their bodies, and evil spirits would have to take a detour when they saw them.
But Zuo Hong had never heard of a gentleman who was far from an "old Confucian" in terms of age, who could go so far as to use a fire stick to burn an evil ghost to ashes!
"Don't be so nervous." Bai Ze saw that all the rangers were frightened by him and turned pale. He knew that the joke was a little too much, so he quickly laughed and said: "Sit down quickly, the rabbits are almost confused. Don't be stunned, everyone, hurry up. eat."
After that, he sat cross-legged by the campfire, tore off a rabbit leg and started to chew on it.
Zuo Hong and others hesitated for a moment, gritted their teeth, and knew that it was a blessing, not a curse, but that they could not avoid it! It's snowing so heavily that leaving the ruined temple and running around in the mountains will lead to death. It's better to fill up your stomach first. If the tiger spirit really comes to find you, you will be a dead ghost even if it doesn't work.
"Young hero is right." Zuo Hong asked everyone to sit down and eat meat and porridge, "Come on, brothers, wait until you are full!"
Everyone was so excited that they quickly cleared away the rabbit meat and porridge in the iron pot. Bai Ze saw that under the firelight, the gentleman beside him had disheveled hair and jagged green stubble on his chin. He was clearly in his prime years, but he looked like he had gone through many vicissitudes of life.
Bai Ze was very curious about what happened around Chen Shouren in the past few years, so that this young man who was unparalleled in the Jixia Academy became the decadent person he is now.
"It's snowing again. It's a pity that there is no moonlight to see..." Outside the ruined temple, the cold wind howled and heavy snow covered the sky and the earth. Chen Shouren looked at the bonfire with dull eyes, as if he was seeing something and someone that he missed very much through the firelight.
"Since it's snowing, where can there be moonlight?" Bai Ze said casually.
Chen Shouren smiled and said, "Do you remember that you wrote a poem before, called Yong Xue. It said, 'The world is the same, and there are black holes in the well. A black dog is white on the body, and a white dog is swollen on the body.'"
"Why are you bringing this up?" Bai Ze's face looked a little confused.
Chen Shouren laughed and said, "When you showed this poem to Master, Master said that your poem was extremely vulgar and the handwriting was ugly. You put your hands on your hips and asked Master if you were being unconscionable. Isn't that poem good at all?"
Bai Ze snorted and said: "Master said in the end, the words are okay, ugly is ugly, but there is a faint sword spirit in the ugly, which is really rare. When did this happen, can you read it? What's this old account for?"
"It's nothing." Chen Shouren said, "I just think about the past and I think it's actually quite interesting. At that time, I had everything around me and didn't know how to cherish it. Time has passed and many things have been lost, and only then do I realize how precious they are."
"Don't you scholars always say, 'If you understand the past, you can't criticize it, but if you know what's coming, you can pursue it'?" Bai Ze said, "The past events are irreversible, but the future events are not finalized and can still be changed. "
The rangers listened to the conversation between the two in confusion, and they just kept their heads warm and did not dare to disturb them.
"You're right." Chen Shouren pulled out a scroll from his cloak, threw it to Bai Ze, and said, "I have a poem, and I want you to write it down for me. How about it?"
"Why, you want to test me for my master, how is my handwriting now?" Bai Ze took the scroll and asked in surprise.
"That's not the case." Chen Shouren pulled out a fire stick from the bonfire, blew out the flames, handed the charcoal stick to Bai Ze's hand, and said: "If you don't have pen and ink, just use this charcoal stick as a pen. "
"It's interesting." Bai Ze rolled out the scroll, and Luo Xing was very discerning. He ran over and held up the scroll so that Bai Ze could write with the carbon stick.
"Tell me, what do you want to write?" Bai Ze asked him.
"This poem is called Ode to the Moon." Chen Shouren said slowly, with gentle eyes, "The sky and the earth are vast, and the moon is like a big window. The river is roaring, covered with white moonlight."
"No more?" Bai Ze was very surprised.
"No more." Chen Shouren nodded.
Bai Ze laughed and said, "This poem feels the same as what I wrote at that time. It is so simple and unpretentious, and every sentence makes sense."
Bai Ze shamelessly boasted about himself, and then said: "Why do I feel that this poem was not written by you. Is there a story?"
"There is a story." Chen Shouren smiled, his eyebrows a little lonely, and said: "But it's probably not a story that people will feel happy to hear. It's okay not to tell it. Do you remember it?"
"This is natural." Bai Ze waved the charcoal stick in his hand and wrote the poem "Ode to the Moon" in one go. He wrote the song "Ode to the Moon" on the scroll and showed it to Chen Shouren.
After reading it, Chen Shouren said with a smile: "The writing has improved, the character has become stronger, and the sword spirit has become stronger. You give me the writing, so I won't let you suffer. Let me ask you, how have you been reading these years? Sample?"
"Not very good." Bai Ze answered truthfully, "Look through it occasionally. You know, I'm not the kind of person who can sit still all the time. I always want to move around."
"Read a hundred volumes of books and travel a thousand miles." Chen Shouren said with a smile, "There are thousands of mountains and rivers all over the world, so what is not a book?"
Bai Ze smiled and said: "You are becoming more and more like my master. You talk in one way. But don't say it, it makes sense."
"Then let me ask you, after reading so many books, have you ever encountered a word that you like in the book?" Chen Shouren asked with a smile.
When Bai Ze heard this, he knew that the sloppy gentleman was going to teach him the true Confucianism. He immediately looked serious, became serious, and asked, "Are you serious?"
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