"Why don't Brother An stay and learn something about the grand Qinhuai event? With Brother An's writing style, he will definitely shine." A fellow villager persuaded Zhu Ping'an to stay.
Later, uncle Zhu Shouren and others also persuaded Zhu Ping'an to stay and witness this grand event together.
"Ping An is homesick so much that he can only live up to your uncles' good intentions." Zhu Ping An shook his head, not feeling moved at all.
Seeing this, the uncle and others could only look at Zhu Pingan with pity.
Zhu Ping'an stood at the street corner and looked at his uncle and others who couldn't wait to say goodbye and rushed to the other side of the Qinhuai River. He felt a little overwhelmed for a while. Did the uncle know that when he was using the hard-earned money from his old house to have a romantic relationship, his grandparents and others in the old house were waiting for him? How hard people work!
Any attempt to honor one's ancestors will only bring disgrace and shame to the ancestors!
Zhu Pingan was heartbroken about this.
When Zhu Ping'an thought about Guangzong Yaozu, that magical and unexplainable luck appeared again.
I remember that last time I was in the old house, I vaguely felt that my luck seemed to have changed. I felt that I could vaguely see something else in my luck. Now it seems that there has indeed been a change, because I can see it clearly.
On the heads of the uncle and other villagers who were in a hurry to leave for the other side of the Qinhuai River, a pillar of luck appeared, but there was a layer of something like a film outside the pillar of luck. This should protect the luck. prevent it from being lost.
It's just that at this time, the protective film outside the Qi Luck Pillar of the uncle and others has a loophole, especially the uncle. The protective film of the Qi Luck Pillar on the uncle's head is like a sieve. In Zhu Ping'an's sight, a wisp of almost invisible cyan luck passed through the sieve hole of the film from the uncle's luck and dissipated into the heaven and earth. That's why the uncle's luck is always white, because he can't keep his green luck.
In addition to the uncle, several other villagers also had holes in their luck protection film. More or less, all the green luck they had accumulated through studying or the virtues accumulated by their ancestors, etc. was lost.
Could it be the same for everyone else?
Zhu Pingan casually turned his attention to other people on the street. There was a bun shop owner who was giving out buns to beggars. His head was covered with rich white luck and the protective film was in good condition. There is no trace of damage, and a small wisp of white luck is continuously integrated into its luck column, protected by a protective film to prevent it from losing. Where the white luck is strongest, there is a small wisp that gradually changes color.
Look at a passing scholar. The protective film of luck on his head is also intact. There is a small wisp of blue luck developing quietly in the luck column...
He and his uncle were standing closest, and they didn't see any intention of the blue luck they had lost converging on themselves. They were all dissipated in the heaven and earth.
It seems. I can only see. No matter how clearly I see, I can only see. I don't have the ability to swallow other people's luck and strengthen my own. There is no change at all. I can only see. It's really useless. But this seems normal. This is the Ming Dynasty hundreds of years ago, and it is not a fairy world.
After a few seconds, Zhu Ping'an no longer saw luck. As before, I can only watch it for more than ten seconds.
The uncle and others said goodbye and hurried to the other side of the Qinhuai River, and soon disappeared from sight.
Zhu Ping'an stood there for a long time and smiled to himself. He almost went astray. Luck is just an external thing. How can I have the idea of relying on this kind of ability? You have to be strong yourself when you are forging iron, and you have to rely on yourself for everything.
It's okay to look at this kind of useless ability occasionally, but don't treat it as some kind of side trick.
But the luck I just saw. But it was enough to give me a warning.
If you guessed correctly, the luck protective film should be related to a person's moral character. If the moral character is good, the protective film will also be good. Your luck will not be lost. As the saying goes, hard work pays off. As long as you work hard to achieve it, success will come naturally. On the contrary, if your moral character is not good, it means that your moral character is not worthy of your luck. . That luck will be lost. Without luck, it will be half the result with half the effort, and it may even be difficult to accomplish anything.
The ancients mentioned before that "matching heaven with virtue", and ancient Chinese books and teachings all said: "Virtue is gained." Gaining it is called virtue. Human beings are gifted with nature, and because of this nature they become human beings and become me. Virtue begins with nature, so Chinese people often refer to it as virtue. If a person has filial nature, he will have filial piety. If a person has a good nature, he will have a good virtue. Virtue is also called moral character, and moral character has a categorical meaning and a divided meaning. Although people all have good nature, they have different personalities. Goodness can have many types of goodness. There are many levels of people's ability to achieve good. The saint is the highest level of human beings.
Since God has endowed me with a good nature, my virtue must be obtained within myself, from what is inherent in me, rather than seeking it from outside. But it is found within oneself, so if you want to get it, you will definitely get it. Therefore, it is said: "A gentleman has no access but is content." He also said: "A gentleman behaves according to his position. He is always rich and honorable. He acts like a rich and noble man. He is always poor and humble. He acts like a poor and humble man. He is always in trouble. He acts like a barbarian. .
Uncle and others are enough to serve as a warning for me. If you want to do something, you must first be a good person.
From this perspective, being able to see that one's luck is not without merit is at least a warning to oneself.
Zhu Ping'an looked at the disappearing figures of his uncle and others, shook his head, and went upstairs with the clothes he bought for the fat man.
When Zhu Ping'an opened the door and returned to the room, the fat man had already finished taking a shower and was wrapped in a sheet. He was sitting at the table with two dishes and one soup, chatting and eating. His behavior seemed to be that of an old man. The white and black pig in the house seems to come from the same school.
While the fat man was eating, he saw Zhu Ping'an coming with clothes. He couldn't help being deeply moved. He swallowed the food in his mouth and said vaguely, "What a good brother."
Zhu Ping'an was speechless. If it hadn't taken ten days to see one's luck, he would have really wanted to see the fat man's luck, and see whose luck film was more like a sieve, between him and his uncle...
"Brother Zhu, do you want some?" The fat man pulled the plate out from under his mouth and asked.
"You can eat it yourself. I ate it at the Hairpin Banquet." Zhu Pingan curled his lips.
"Hairpin banquet..." The fat man repeated it as if he had a deep grudge against the food, and then immersed himself in the plate again, talking and eating again.
After eating and drinking, and changing his clothes, the fat man said goodbye, eager to go back to the inn where his parents were staying. Just now he was too shabby to go home, but now he is much better. If he doesn't go back, he still doesn't know how Mr. Xue will deal with him.
"Brother Xue, I will return home tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. We will meet again for the provincial examination next year. But you have to study hard at home. There is no such opportunity as donating students for the provincial examination." Zhu Ping'an said when the fat man went out , mentioning the departure date, the fat man thought he was leaving without saying goodbye.
The fat man paused when he heard this, as if he was a little reluctant to give up. It was not easy to find a friend that he could talk to, and he was not the kind of friend who was just a friend, which was rare.
"Fat Master is very powerful. You are so talented that you can't stop fighting. It's just unlucky this time. Well, speaking of returning home, I guess I may follow my parents home at that time..." The fat man heard this He shook his fat face dissatisfied and boasted that he was very good, but when he mentioned returning home, he couldn't help but feel a little sad.
"See you in the provincial examination."
"See you again in the rural examination." (To be continued.)
PS: Call for monthly tickets, and double updates will be done as usual on Saturdays, except that I will take time to revise the two chapters that highlight several great masters around Saturday night. We welcome your comments on the revised content.
