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The weather gets cold very quickly after the beginning of winter, especially in deep mountains like Wudang. Even if the breath turns into ice at this time, it is enough to make ordinary people shiver with cold.
The Taoist priest's quiet bamboo building is very elegant. There is even an image of the Taoist Zhenwu Emperor carved on the bamboo body, accompanied by a dragon and turtle. The details are so exquisite that it is fascinating.
"Sure enough, people should not be judged by their appearance. This Jingdu looks rough, but he is an elegant person, and he definitely has a lot of pen and ink in his belly."
Su Qinian thought this, confirming his previous guess, and came to the steps unknowingly.
The lights in the bamboo house have not been extinguished yet. In front of the door is a long-lasting lamp burning. It uses a kind of sacrificial sesame oil, added with agarwood powder that has been buried underground for hundreds of years. The light agarwood fragrance enters the nose, which can make The mind is at peace.
However, Su Qinian's heart was tense, and the mental power that had not yet fully recovered enveloped the entire body, not letting go of any disturbance.
squeak!
At this time, the bamboo door opened, and a Taoist Taoist servant came out, holding a gourd containing sesame oil in his hand, and was about to reconnect the light of the ever-burning lamp in front of the door.
"It's you!"
The thirty-year-old Taoist Taoist with a short beard looked at Su Qinian: "Are you here to hand over the herbal medicine? Huh? It's full!"
Noticing the medicine basket in front of Su Qinian, the Taoist Taoist Taoist was slightly surprised at first, then showed a somewhat strange look and said, "Come with me."
Carrying the medicine basket and walking into the bamboo building, Su Qinian saw a mountain-like pile of herbs in the corner, all classified into categories without any confusion.
In addition, there are several large bookshelves, which are all collections of classics and history in various versions. There are very few Taoist scriptures and Buddhist scriptures. The Taoist priest Jingdu is standing in front of the bookshelf, flipping through a woodblock "Book of Rites" in his hand.
Su Qinian's nose twitched slightly, and he saw a large pot on a shelf not far away, simmering on the stove. The strong aroma emanating from the pot was very familiar, it was the smell of demon tiger meat.
The Taoist Taoist Taoist Taoist began to select the basket of medicine that Su Qinian poured into it, sometimes showing surprise in his eyes, because many of the herbs in the same medicine basket that Su Qinian picked were old medicines that were more than ten years old. Compared with many of them, Xiaoyao The old man who has been in the valley for several years has to be a few points better.
However, he didn't say much. Before he established the foundation and became a disciple of Wudang's outer courtyard, no Wudang person was allowed to have contact with the people in Xiaoyao Valley except for the deacons who guarded Xiaoyao Valley.
Because Wudang knows that even death row prisoners and centipede insects, dead but not dead, still have various relationships and potential forces. Wudang does not want to be involved in the ups and downs of officialdom unless necessary. After killing several Taoist priests who colluded with the death row prisoners in Xiaoyao Valley, no one in this generation of Taoist priests on duty dared to take a step beyond their control.
Taoist Jingdu didn't seem to pay attention to Su Qinian's intention. The Taoist Taoist Taoist also quickly cleaned and sorted the medicinal materials in the medicine basket, and then took a large bowl of cooked demon tiger meat from the big pot. The soup is white as ice and overflowing with aroma, enough to be worth the weight of the past two meals.
"Thank you."
After taking the pottery bowl, Su Qinian turned around and left.
"Su Qinian."
The Taoist priest Jingdu, who had been immersed in the book, finally turned around. The Taoist Taoist's eyes flashed and he quickly regained his composure. He just gave Jingdu a meaningful look and did not speak.
"Meet the deacon."
Su Qinian cupped his fists and saluted. His whole body seemed relaxed, but his mental power was operating to the extreme at this moment, and the soul-destroying arrow was ready to go.
"In the editor's house, I think I have read the Four Books and Five Classics. I wonder how much you understand them?"
As soon as Taoist Jingdu opened his mouth, not only Su Qinian was stunned, but the Taoist Taoist Taoist was also slightly stunned. At the same time, the clenched fists hidden in his sleeves slowly unclenched.
"Students of the Four Books and Five Classics have been familiar with them since childhood. Not only do they have a thorough understanding of them, but they think they can understand three points of them."
After Su Qinian was stunned, he relaxed slightly and answered respectfully, but he didn't understand what the Taoist priest Jingdu's purpose was.
"Yes." Taoist Jingdu nodded, raised the "Book of Rites" in his hand, and said, "I recently read the "Book of Rites" to try to figure out the true meaning of Confucianism. Let me ask you, what are the eight eyes?"
Almost without thinking, Su Qinian said: "Study things, seek knowledge, be sincere, have a correct mind, cultivate one's character, manage the family, govern the country, and bring peace to the world."
"What are the six certificates?"
"Stop, calm, calm, calm, considerate, gain."
"It is said in "The Great Learning" that the way of a university is to understand virtue, to be close to the people, and to achieve perfection. So, how can scholars understand virtue, be close to the people, and achieve the highest perfection?"
Su Qinian was a little surprised. This Taoist priest Jingdu was definitely not the first to read the "Book of Rites". He definitely had a deep understanding between the lines. However, he did not hesitate. After thinking for a while, he said: "The so-called Mingde, we scholars To have a bright heart, only by reforming the past and reforming the past can we be close to the will of the people. To be a king should be benevolent, to be a minister should be respectful, to be a son should be filial piety, to be a father should be kind, and to be in good faith with the people of the country. "
"Not bad, not bad."
Taoist Jingdu raised his eyebrows, his eyes were bright, and he scanned the hills in the corner and said: "Today you harvested a lot of winter lotus roots that are more than ten years old, which is equivalent to the harvest of two ordinary people entering the mountain. In this way, tomorrow If you have any confusion during the martial arts training in the past half hour, you can come here to ask for help."
"Thank you, Butler!"
When Su Qinian heard this, he was shocked and quickly saluted and thanked him. There were two situations: someone giving advice and someone not giving advice. Even in the capital city of Chang'an, the wealthy families of the Hou family had dedicated martial arts disciples. After success, there will be specialized people responsible for guiding the way, preaching, teaching, enlightening and resolving confusion.
Even if he has developed spiritual power and is aware of the subtleties, if there is a master like Taoist Jingdu who has mastered the inner qi to guide him, Su Qinian believes that it will take much longer for him to understand all the essence of the fourth level of "Turtle and Snake Kung Fu". Twice faster.
"Go ahead."
Waving his hand, the Taoist priest Jingdu turned around again, put the "Book of Rites" back on the bookshelf, and picked up an engraving of the "Book of Changes" to read through.
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Returning to the thatched hut, he put down the empty medicine basket and took out the pottery bowl filled with demon tiger meat and soup. Su Qinian kept making gurgling sounds in his stomach. This was his physical body urging him to eat and replenish his blood as soon as possible. , to restore the spent spirit.
Su Qinian grabbed the pottery bowl and put it down gently, his eyes gleaming slightly: "No, it's too weird! This Taoist priest Jingdu has no reason. Why should he test my knowledge? The quality of the herbs he picked exceeds the customization. The direct reward is, Why do you need to point it out in detail? No, what is the problem?"
In the Zuqiao Divine Courtyard, mental power was circulating, and Su Qinian carefully recalled every detail in the Bamboo House.
"Ask me about the "Book of Rites", why do you ask about the eight eyes? It seems to be a simple question, but it has different interpretations and many interpretations in the past dynasties. Generally speaking, it is said that a gentleman should study things, gain knowledge, be sincere, have a correct mind, cultivate oneself, and be harmonious. A family, a country, and a peaceful world should be consistent internally and externally, not deceiving oneself or others, and be sincere in the heart... Wait! Sincerity!"
Suddenly, a sharp look appeared in Su Qinian's eyes: "It is said in "The Book of Rites and Great Learning" that those who are sincere in their intentions should not deceive themselves. Such as hating bad smells or being fond of sex, this is called self-effacing, so a gentleman You must be careful about being alone."
"Eight eyes, a gentleman should be cautious!"
This is what Taoist Jingdu really wants to tell him!
At this time, Su Qinian looked at the demon tiger broth in the pottery bowl on the table, and his eyes became extremely solemn: "Why should a gentleman be careful to be alone? There is also an explanation in "The Great Learning", saying that it is not good for a villain to live idle. He is omnipotent; he sees a gentleman and then becomes disgusted with it, covering up his bad deeds and focusing on his good deeds. How is it any different for a person to regard himself as if he sees his lungs and liver are weak? This is called sincerity in the middle and appearance in the outside, so a gentleman must be careful about his own deeds. .”
"It's him!"
Su Qinian's muscles were tense all over, and a look of anger appeared on his face. When he recalled all the subtleties before, he became more and more confident.
Grabbing the pottery bowl again, Su Qinian put it in front of his nose and sniffed it. His mental power enveloped him. After a few breaths, he caught the smallest traces of the peculiar smell.
"Even Wudang Xiaoyao Valley has penetrated into it, allowing the handyman Taoist priests on duty to take risks. It's such a big net and such a big hand! Do you want to eradicate the root cause?"
Su Qinian was filled with murderous aura, and his eyes became sharper than ever before, but soon he regained his composure and sneered: "In this case, I naturally want you to get what you want. Look at this chess game, who will lose everything in the end. "(Please vote for recommendation every day and add it to the list, please collect it! Thank you for your love. Regarding the questions in the book review area, Shibu will read them, but I may not have time to answer them, because the beginning of a new book is the most difficult to write, and Shibu has to think about it. Of course, there are some questions If you keep reading, the article will naturally give you a reasonable explanation.)
