With all kinds of thoughts in her mind, Yi Ning came to the village chief's home without knowing it.
At this time, Tong Wu's family was sitting in the courtyard eating dinner.
Yi Ning knocked on the courtyard door and said with a smile: "Chief Tong, Yi, come here and have some food."
Tong Wu raised his head, stood up immediately to greet him, and shouted to his mother-in-law: "Give Mr. Yi and Tong Qian two pairs of bowls and chopsticks!"
Walking to the dining table in the courtyard with the village chief, Yi Ning smiled slightly when she saw what they were eating.
Several plates of fruit, hot steamed buns, and a bowl of thick porridge with melon and fruit per person. Compared to two years ago, when there was only one bowl of gruel, it was already much better.
In the past two years, the wasteland outside the village has been developed into cultivated fields. They grow some fruits and exchange them for pasta at the nearby market. Although the villagers are not rich, they are still well-fed and well-clothed.
Tong Wu shouted to the kitchen: "Give Tong more money to serve some food. She is growing taller. Rice porridge nourishes the lungs, warms the spleen and stomach, and replenishes the middle qi. It is very good!"
After saying this, Tong Wu looked over expectantly, as if he was a child waiting for praise.
Yi Ning smiled and said: "It seems that Village Chief Tong is listening attentively."
In the past two years, every winter when there were few things going on in the village, the villagers would come to the school to listen to classes and learn medicine. After experiencing the benefits firsthand, the word "TCM" became more common in their minds.
This kind of small village in a remote corner can actually be regarded as a different kind of blank slate. It has not been too corrupted by the ideas of the Immortal Pill Pavilion, and it is easy to teach.
After dinner under the warm hospitality of the village chief and his family, Yi Ning took Tong Wu to the courtyard gate.
Tong Wu was a little confused: "Why is Mr. Yi acting strange today? Is it because there is no food at home? I asked my aunt to pack a bag of rice for you."
Yi Ning waved his hand: "Every banquet in the world must come to an end. I came here to say goodbye to the village chief."
"???!!!"
Tong Wu was stunned for a moment, then immediately showed nervousness, "Why did Mr. Yi leave? But which unruly family offended Mr. Yi? I'm going to vent my anger on Mr. Yi!"
After saying that, he turned around and picked up the manure fork by the door. It seemed to be the same one he used to rob Yi Ning.
Yi Ning stopped Tong Wu and said, "The villagers treat me very well. If nothing happens, I would like to stay for a long time. However, Yi still has unfulfilled ambitions and really cannot stay for a long time."
The old village chief held up a dung fork with a sad face and almost cried: "Why don't you leave if I give the village chief to you?"
"Thank you to the village chief for your kindness. I will definitely leave on this trip."
Yi Ning said firmly, "But don't worry, Village Chief Tong, the school will not be abandoned. I guarantee you that a new teacher will come in two months at most."
"But the kids love you."
"The teacher is also free, so the village chief can rest assured."
"real?"
"......real."
Yi Ning looked at the old village chief with surprise in his eyes and was speechless for a moment.
I don’t know whether the tears he shed before were because of his farewell, or because he felt that he was missing a free teacher.
All in all, the ending is good.
Life in the village has improved, and Yi Ning has recovered from his injuries. He also teaches some Chinese medicine and has more than a hundred people studying it.
Yi Ning led Tong Qian back to the school. Tong Qian held a pear in his hand and was chewing it vigorously.
Tong Wu shouted from behind: "How soon will you leave, sir? I'll ask the villagers to see you off!"
"No need to bother." Yi Ning raised his arms and waved them, walking without stopping.
...
After a stick of incense.
The night is getting darker, the breeze is blowing, the poplar trees make a "rustling" sound, and the weavers and crickets are singing endlessly.
The small courtyard of the school, under the poplar tree.
Yi Ning and Wang Yun were sitting on stone chairs. Uncle Wang stood behind his young master with a serious expression.
"Brother Wang, what do you want to ask?" Yi Ning made him a cup of apocynum.
Wang Yun was in a peaceful mood at this time. He held the teacup and asked, "Brother Yi, what do you think of the various schools of thought?"
"No rush." Yi Ning asked instead, "What was your childhood like?"
Hearing this, Wang Yun fell silent, as if he was lifting the dust from his heart.
After a while, a touch of arrogance appeared on his face: "When I was young, I never knew how high the sky was, and I was always conceited and talented."
Yi Ning: "Although I pretend to be romantic, I am honest and worry-free. But what about now?"
"Now?"
"Ask your heart."
"It's really not as elegant as before."
Wang Yun sighed softly, sighing in remembrance but not in melancholy.
Yi Ning asked again: "What if I let you go back to your childhood?"
"Can I still go back?"
"There are half childhoods in a person's life. One half is when you are a child, and the other half is when your own children are young. Don't you still have half of it left?"
"If I could go back to my childhood, I would laugh first, then cry loudly, and finally fall asleep with a smile on my face while crying."
Wang Yun answered as if he had returned to his childhood. Then he realized something, pointed at Yi Ning and laughed and cursed: "Brother Yi beat around the bush and urged me to go back to get married and have children, right?"
"Drink tea, drink tea." Yi Ning smiled and changed the subject.
For a time, the small courtyard of the school was filled with laughter, and the solemn atmosphere relaxed. Even the corners of Uncle Wang's mouth gradually relaxed.
"Although your state of mind was calm before, your spirit was too tense."
Yi Ning mixed tea for Wang Yun again, "Now that the spirit has relaxed, let's discuss it again."
Wang Yun drank the apocynum tea in one gulp, stood up, and saluted solemnly: "Thank you!"
"May I ask what Brother Yi thinks of the various schools of thought?"
Wang Yun sat down and asked the previous question again, but this time his tone was very relaxed, as if the answer no longer mattered.
"What do you think?" Yi Ning threw the question back.
"Me?" Wang Yun shook his head and expressed his worries,
"My family has practiced martial arts for generations, but I don't like it. There are one hundred and eighty-eight avenues among various schools of thought. Since I was a child, I have wanted to choose one that suits me."
"So I have read hundreds of classics, especially the three schools of Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism. But the more I do, the less I understand."
"For example, when encountering a difficult problem, Confucianism advocates solving the problem. Even if there is no effective way, you will try your best to solve the problem without compromise, until you are as panic-stricken as a lost dog and have no intention of retreating."
"Taoism, on the other hand, advocates doing nothing, letting nature take its course, following the laws of all things, not treating problems as problems, and facing them casually. There will be a path before you reach the mountain, and the problems will be solved by themselves."
"Buddhism, on the other hand, is even more thorough. It fundamentally eliminates the problem. There is no right or wrong. So what is the difference between having a problem and not having a problem? The problem does not exist at all."
"I think all three are right, but none of them are right. My thoughts are in a mess."
After Wang Yun finished narrating, he waited for the answer.
Yi Ning smiled instead: "All three are right, then choose the one that best suits your heart. In fact, you already have the answer, but you just didn't find it."
"I already have the answer?"
Wang Yun was stunned.
Under the poplar tree, one person is meditating, one is waiting quietly, and the other is confused.
The bright moon, which is not yet full, gradually rises into the sky.
Wang Yun smiled, Yi Ning nodded and smiled.
"Hahaha, who is right and who is wrong among the three moral families is the same question. I have been exploring this issue, but I don't know that the great road is at my feet. It is simply stupid."
Wang Yun laughed wildly and shouted to the world: "From today onwards, I am a Confucian and a Taoist!"
At the same time, the Wenqu star in the sky shined brilliantly, covering all the stars, and everyone in the five realms in the world felt it, especially the people in the Confucian Temple!
But the discussion under the poplar tree is still unfinished.
It was said to be a discussion, but in fact it was Yi Ning who led Wang Yun throughout the whole process.
Wang Yun raised the question, and Yi Ning threw the question back from another angle, letting the noble young master think for himself.
Unknowingly, they sat under the tree all night.
As a mortal, Wang Yun was still full of energy. He asked the last question: "What does Brother Yi think of the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth?"
"The Great Dao of Heaven and Earth?" Yi Ning closed his eyes and then opened them, "Just look at me."
When Wang Yun heard this, he subconsciously looked at Yi Ning and met a colorful eye.
There are avenues flowing in those eyes, clouds rising to the sea level, and all things growing old!
Wang Yun's mind fell into silence, like a wisp of wind traveling between heaven and earth.
Thousands of years, ten thousand years!
"alright."
Yi Ning closed her eyes and looked a little tired.
In order for Wang Yun to look directly at the way of heaven without his soul being damaged, he needs to restrain all aspects of the way, which Yi Ning cannot hold on to for long.
When Yi Ning opened his black eyes again, Wang Yun was still in a daze, and so was Uncle Wang.
When a hint of fish belly white began to appear on the sky, Uncle Wang opened his eyes.
He hammered his chest with his fist and half-knelt in front of Yi Ning: "I will never thank you for your kindness. If senior Wang needs your help in the future, I will come even though I am thousands of mountains away!"
Yi Ning accepted it calmly.
They continued to wait, as the morning sun crept over the horizon, the darkness quietly receded, and the sky began to clear.
Wang Yun opened his eyes, and the years flashed by in his eyes.
It was only a few seconds, but it seemed to him that tens of thousands of years had passed.
Now, finally back.
Then,
He stood up and looked at the round sun in the sky without fear!
Wang Yun said loudly: "From today on, my name is Wang Yangming! The person who teaches me is Yi Ning!"
The sound is small and the movement is loud.
The sun in the sky shines with Wang Yangming, he steps forward,
Enter the realm of Confucian immortals!
