Chapter 308: Mr. Mr., Mr.’s student

There was heavy snow outside the window.
Huang Jin held the book in his hand, looked out the window and asked with a smile, "Is it true that Zen is enlightened when you come to the palace?"
Chanzi was not surprised, but said plainly: "You have to see enough to participate in Zen, naturally you have to see enough to see the green hills and green mountains, and the green waters to see the green water Zen. If you see more, you will know more about Zen. ."
Huang Jin smiled bitterly, "Huang Jin is really hard to understand Zenzi's high-level theory."
Chanzi smiled and didn't go any further. He just changed the subject and asked: "The Academy is the first Academy under Confucianism. There are so many practices in this library that you can't even imagine why you live here. Haven't had the slightest thoughts, really wanting nothing? The way of longevity should be temptation for every monk, and being able to become a saint in the cloud can be admired by the world."
Huang Jin said calmly: "Knowing that I can't make it, I don't want to do it. It looks a little afraid of difficulties."
Chanzi smiled slightly, but chanted the Buddha's name with his hands folded.
Huang Jin looked at Zenzi and simply took a step forward and exclaimed: "If it weren't for the chance, Huang Jin would actually like to visit the Buddha country."
The monks in the mountains and rivers like to call the land of Buddha, but in fact, there are many records in the books that the land is actually a Buddha country.
Chanzi smiled again, "When the little monk sets off to return to the Buddhaland, if you want, you can follow me to Lingshan as a guest. It's just that the scriptures on the mountain are mostly Sanskrit, which is not easy to read."
The content of Buddhist scriptures is mostly obscure, and it is difficult to keep the true meaning after translation. Unless there is a powerful monk or a person with profound Buddhist teachings who personally annotate it, it is difficult to understand even if it is translated.
Huang Jin shook his head and chuckled softly: "In another ten years, after reading the books in the library, Huang Jin will go down the mountain."
Chanzi is extremely intelligent. After spending two years in the academy, he has faintly guessed that Huang Jin thought that going down the mountain is entering the world, but it is not known whether this world is that Zhou Dynasty or Yanling.
Huang Jin did not continue to speak, the road was ahead, and before he could go up, it would be a lie.
Chanzi whispered: "Everyone wants something. Since you don't want this avenue of practice, you walk on another path. If you go far enough, it will naturally be an excellent result."
Huang Jin sighed, "No matter how far you go, others will think you are inferior to others."
Chanzi naturally knew that he was talking about the difference between the mountain and the mountain.
In Buddhism, in fact, ordinary people and monks like them have a harmonious relationship. There has never been a scene of oppression on the mountain. In Lingshan, there are actually many believers who occasionally see it. His two teachers sweep the floor in the temple and meditate.
Those two teachers are two saints.
The sage of mountains and rivers sits high in the clouds, and the sword fairy travels through the world, and it is not easy to see it once.
But Buddha's land is much easier.
No matter how close it is, the mountain and the mountain are always two worlds.
There is a gap in this, and that is the avenue of practice.
The monk's realm is too high, moving mountains and filling the sea, even if there are millions of troops, it can't be stopped.
Just like this, there will be differences between the mountains and the mountains.
Even though there are so many monks in the secular dynasty, the real masters in this world are always those saints. The saints can't come out, and the people who can speak are the kind of people who can speak.
"Shanhe has never been an ordinary person."
Chanzi thought that monks weren't ordinary people.
Under the absolutely powerful strength, no matter what conspiracy or scheme is, it seems so weak.
Huang Jin closed the book and said earnestly: "Even if all monks don't care about human affairs, the people under the mountain are still jealous."
Chanzi nodded, "Fear and greed, fear of being strong, even if you give up a step, you will always be dissatisfied."
Huang Jin asked puzzledly: "So the world is not worth it?"
Chanzi frowned infrequently, "I don't know who said these things, but the little monk always feels wrong. How is the world not worth it? No matter how bad the world is, there will be shining points."
Huang Jin laughed and said no more.
Whether it's blindfolded, or seeing the whole leopard in a glimpse, they all have their own opinions.
The world that everyone sees the same is not so good.
Suddenly, Zen Zi said, "The head teacher is a good person."
Huang Jin was silent for a while, then nodded: "Yes."

The young Song Pei didn't go to Zangshu Pavilion to talk to Huang Jin today because Gu Yuan gave him a sage book yesterday, so he had to recite it today.
Song Pei sat in front of the window, staring at the heavy snow outside.
He put the book on the table at will.
There is a stove in the room, and there is charcoal in the stove. They are all good things.
He is the only student to teach, and he is naturally treated very well.
In fact, after Song Pei went up the mountain, no matter whether he really liked Song Pei or faked Song Pei, no one on the mountain treated him. After all, he was in charge of the school for so many years, and only one student was accepted.
This shows how expensive it is.
If it weren't for the students who hadn't been in charge of the academy, they would definitely be the next instructor. I'm afraid Song Pei had long been regarded as the future instructor of the academy.
In this matter, how much difference is there between the mountain and the mountain?
Many thoughts.
Song Pei rubbed his head, feeling really boring.
Song Pei has lived in this academy for two years, but he knows a lot. He knows that the entire Yanling must listen to the voice of the academy. He knows that his husband is the head teacher of the academy, which is the most knowledgeable in the world. student.
He is also one of the most fighting scholars in the world.
Song Pei is not very confused about the claim that her husband is the most knowledgeable in the world, but Song Pei has always been puzzled about the claim that her husband is one of the most powerful fights.
Just like your husband, you can't help but feel weak when you look at it on weekdays. Can you fight?
Song Pei sighed. Now the husband is not there, even if he wants to ask, there is no way.
After looking listlessly at the heavy snow for a long time, Song Pei suddenly wanted to visit Xuewentan.
The husband always said that the place was very good, and Song Pei did have this idea after he went up the mountain, but later I heard that there were many old masters studying there, so he didn't dare to bother on weekdays.
It's just that now, shouldn't the old masters still stay there during the heavy snow season?
Do it if you think about it, Song Pei smiled, found an oil paper umbrella in the room, pushed the door out, and trot all the way.
Along the way, many academy students stopped and glanced at the appearance of Song Pei's servants.
This boy is now the young student who deserves the most attention on the mountain, excluding Gu Yuan.
There were even a few older students who smiled and reminded Song Pei to be slow.
But it is hard to say whether it is sincere.
After all, the human heart is separated from the belly and cannot see clearly.
Song Pei trot all the way, leaving traces of different depths on the road leading to the Lake of Learning.
It was cold and cold, and Song Pei felt that he could not stand it after only a short half-distance, and he wondered what the situation would be if he could see the Scholarship Pool and the Master’s research knowledge, I am afraid that this is the real immersion in the book of sages. Scholar, right?
Song Pei smiled and took it for granted that there were still no scholars in this academy who were really immersed in learning. Where would they find such real scholars that day?
It's just that the more you go forward, the heavier the wind and snow, and an oil-paper umbrella may not be able to stop the wind and snow.
Song Pei took a breath and walked in different shades in the snow, quickly exhausted.
Looking into the distance, there is a simple hut in the distance.
In the wind and snow, the world is independent.
After Song Pei approached, he found some lights in the hut. Thinking about the freezing weather, he wanted to stay for a while, so he received the umbrella and knocked on the door.
Bang bang bang!
An impatient voice came from inside the hut, "Which kid is it?"
The voice was old, thinking it was old.
Song Pei said softly: "Student Song Pei, I want to take advantage of the old master's hut to avoid the wind and snow."
"Song Pei? Whose student, so ignorant of the rules, dare to come here?"
The voice of the person inside was still impatient and doubtless.
Song Pei said sternly: "The student is Mr. Su Yesu's student."
Su Ye’s students wanted to get courtesy no matter where they were in the academy, but Song Pei didn’t receive the courtesy he deserved in front of this hut. The room was silent for a long time before he heard footsteps. For a short time After that, the door was opened.
An old man with gray hair and short stature opened the door and stood in the room looking at Song Pei.
Song Pei looked at the old man's messy hair, thinking about which old master this is. The elders in the academy are all meticulous in appearance. Where can there be such a scene?
The old man stood at the door and asked again: "You are Su Ye's student, when did you worship?"
Song Pei thought that his husband hadn't said these things and couldn't say anything. After thinking for a while, he told the old man about the process of acquaintance, and finally said, "Mr. has not returned yet."
The old man frowned. This old guy who had not seen outsiders for decades finally nodded and said, "Kneel down."
Song Pei was a little angry for no reason. He saw so many elders in the academy, but no one treated him like this. Most of them spoke good words, no matter how bad they were, they wouldn’t say bad words at each other. Ask him to kneel down.
What is the reason?
The old man said displeased: "You see your husband, do you want to kneel?"
Song Pei thought that he had met his husband. Although he wanted to salute, he never told me to kneel...
The old man was a little unhappy and waved his hand to interrupt Song Pei's thoughts. He rubbed his cheeks and frowned and said: "When Su Ye sees the old man, he will call the old man, and the old man will let him kneel, so he can only kneel down. Bastard, is it possible that he is more powerful than Su Ye? No matter how powerful he is, I will kneel when I see the old man."
Song Pei was anxious and blurted out, "Old gentleman, what are you, why should my husband call your husband?"
The old man patted his forehead, stretched out his hand to grab Song Pei's ear, and snorted coldly, "I'll let you take a closer look."
While speaking, the old man dragged Song Pei directly into the hut.
Then closed the door with a slam.
In this world, the person who can let the master of the school, Su Ye, call out Mr., even the saint of the cloud is not qualified, isn't it just the old man in this hut?
Let's talk about what great things the old man did.
It seems to be okay, it's just a curse war with the already sanctified Confucian saint.