It was snowing outside the window.

Huang Jin held the book in his hand, looked out the window and asked with a smile: "Is Zen boy who came to the palace to understand Zen?"

The Zenzi was not surprised, but said plainly: "You naturally have to see enough of meditation. You can see that there are green mountains and green waters and green waters. If you see that you have seen more, you will understand more about meditation."

Huang Jin smiled bitterly and said, "Huang Jin really can't understand this Zen master's high theory."

Zenzi smiled, and did not continue to speak in depth, but just changed the subject and asked: "The Academy is the first academic palace under Confucianism. There are so many ways to practice in this library that you can't imagine. Why do you live here without any thoughts? You really have no desires or desires? The way to immortality should be tempting for every monk, and being able to become a saint on the cloud can make the world admire you."

Huang Jin said calmly: "I know I can't succeed, so I don't want to do it anymore. It looks like I'm afraid of difficulties."

The Zen master smiled slightly, but closed his hands and recited the Buddha's name.

Huang Jin looked at Zenzi, took a step forward and sighed: "If it weren't for the chance, Huang Jin actually wanted to go to the Buddha's Kingdom to see it."

The monks in the mountains and rivers like to call that land Buddha land, but in fact, there are many records in the book that that place is actually a Buddha land.

The Zen Master smiled again, "When the little monk set out to return to the Buddha land, if you want, you can follow me to Lingshan as a guest. However, most of the scriptures on the mountain are Sanskrit, which is not easy to read."

Most of the content of Buddhist scriptures is obscure, and most of them are difficult to keep the true meaning after translation. Unless there are powerful monks and people with profound Buddhist teachings who will explain them personally, it will be difficult to understand even if 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."

Zenzi was extremely smart. After staying in the academy for two years, he had already guessed what Huang Jin thought, and that he would enter the world when he went down the mountain. However, it was impossible to know whether it was Zhou State or Yanling in this world.

Huang Jin did not continue to talk. The road was ahead and before he walked up, he would be a false statement.

The Zen master whispered: "Everyone has something to ask for. Since you don't ask for this great path of practice, if you walk on other paths, it will naturally be a great result."

Huang Jin sighed, "No matter how far you go, others think you are inferior."

Zenzi naturally knew that what he was talking about was the difference between the mountains and the mountains.

In the Buddha land, there is actually a harmonious relationship between ordinary people and monks, and there has never been a scene of oppressing the mountain at the foot of the mountain. In Lingshan, many believers occasionally see him, and his two masters swept the floor and practiced Zen in the temple.

The two teachers were the two saints.

The saint of mountains and rivers sits high on the clouds, and the sword immortal travels around the world, and it is not easy to see it once.

But the Buddha land is much easier.

But no matter how close you are, the mountain is always two worlds.

There is a gap in this, which is the great way of practice.

The level of monks is too wonderful. If you move mountains and fill the seas, even if you have millions of troops, you will still be unable to stop them.

It is precisely this that there is a distinction between up and down the mountain.

Even though there are so many monks in the secular dynasty, the true masters of this world are those saints. If the saints cannot speak, they can speak the kind of people like the master and the sect leader.

"The people who are in charge of Shanhe have never been ordinary people."

Zenzi thought to himself that monks were not considered ordinary people.

With absolutely powerful strength, no matter what conspiracy or plan it is, it seems so weak and powerless.

Huang Jin closed the book and said seriously: "Even all monks don't care about the worldly affairs of the world, the people at the foot of the mountain are still afraid."

Zenzi nodded, "Fear and greed, fear of being strong, even if he gives up, he will always be dissatisfied."

Huang Jin asked in confusion: "So the world is not worth it?"

The Zenzi frowned rarely, "I don't know who said this, but the little monk always felt that it was 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 nothing more.

Whether it is a leaf that is obstructed or a glance at the whole leopard, they all have their own opinions.

The world that everyone sees is the same will not be so good.

The Zenzi suddenly spoke, "The head teacher is a good person."

Huang Jin was silent for a while, nodded and said, "Yes."

——

The young man Song Pei did not go to the library to talk to Huang Jin today because Gu Yuan gave him a book of sages yesterday and asked him to finish memorizing it today.

Song Pei sat in front of the window, staring at the heavy snow outside the window in a daze.

He placed the book on the table at will.

There is a stove in the room and charcoal in the stove, which are all good things.

He is the only student in the head and is naturally treated very well.

In fact, after Song Pei went up the mountain, no matter whether he really liked Song Pei or pretended to like Song Pei, no one was treating him. After all, the coach only accepted such a student for so many years.

The level of preciousness can be seen from this.

If it weren't for the statement that the school had never had a head teacher, it would have been the next head teacher. I'm afraid that Song Pei would have been regarded as the future head teacher of the school, and there would be a lot more people who would curry favor with him than now.

In this kind of thing, how big is the difference between the mountain and the mountain?

A lot of things to figure out.

Song Pei rubbed his head, feeling boring.

Song Pei has lived in this school for two years and knows a lot. He knows that the entire Yanling has to listen to the voice of the school, and knows that his husband is the head of this school, and that he is the most knowledgeable scholar in the world.

He is also one of the most good scholars in the world.

Song Pei is actually not very confused about the saying that Mr. is the most knowledgeable person in the world, but Song Pei has always been confused about the saying that Mr. is one of the most powerful fights.

Just like the gentleman, he looks weak and can't help but fight?

Song Pei sighed. The gentleman is not here now. Even if he wants to ask, there is nothing he can do.

After watching the heavy snow listlessly for a long time, Song Pei suddenly wanted to go and see the Xuewen Pond.

My husband always said that the place was very good, and Song Pei did have this idea after going up the mountain. However, later I heard that there were many old masters studying and learning there, so I didn’t dare to disturb him on weekdays.

But now, the old masters shouldn't be there during heavy snow, right?

Thinking of it, Song Pei smiled and found an oil-paper umbrella in the room, pushed the door out, and trotted all the way.

Many students from the academy along the way stopped and took a few glances when they saw Song Pei's exhausted look.

This young man is now the young student who is most worthy of care about by taking Gu Yuan from the mountain.

There were even a few older students who smiled and reminded Song Pei to be slower.

But it is hard to say whether it is sincere or not.

After all, people's hearts are separated by their belly and cannot see clearly.

Song Pei trotted all the way, leaving footprints of varying depths on the road leading to the pond of learning.

It was cold and the ground was frozen. After only half a journey, Song Pei felt that he could no longer stand it. He thought what would happen if he could see the scholar pool and the Master studied science? I am afraid that this is the scholar who is truly buried in the books of sages?

Song Pei smiled and felt that it was natural that there were still no scholars in the palace who were really devoted to academic research. Where could I find such real scholars in the world?

But the more you move forward, the more you wind and snow, and a greasy paper umbrella is probably unable to block the wind and snow.

Song Pei took a breath and walked in the snow with varying degrees of depth, soon exhausted.

Looking from afar, there is a simple thatched hut in the distance.

In the wind and snow, the world is independent.

After Song Pei approached, he found some lights in the hut. He thought that it was cold and cold, so he thought he would stay for a while, so he received an umbrella and knocked on the door.

Bang bang bang bang!

An impatient voice came from the hut, "Which bastard is it?"

His voice is old, and I think he is older.

Song Pei whispered: "Student Song Pei, I want to use the old master's thatched hut to hide from the wind and snow."

"Song Pei? Whose student, who doesn't know the rules, dares to come here?"

The voice of the person inside was still impatient and unquestionable.

Song Pei said seriously: "The student is Mr. Su Yesu's student."

Su Ye's students thought they would get courtesy no matter where they were in the academy, but in front of this thatched hut, Song Pei did not receive the courtesy they deserved. He was silent for a long time before he heard footsteps. After a short period of time, the door was opened.

There was a gray-haired and short-sized old man who opened the door and stood inside the house and looked at Song Pei.

Song Pei looked at the old man's messy hair and thought to himself which old man was this. The elders of the school whom he saw on weekdays were meticulous. How could such a scene happen?

The old man stood at the door and asked again: "You are Su Ye's student, when will you worship?"

Song Pei thought that his husband didn't say these things, and after thinking for a while, he told the old man all the way through the acquaintance process, and finally said, "Mr. I haven't returned yet."

The old man frowned. The old guy who hadn't seen outsiders for decades finally nodded and said, "Kneel down."

Song Pei was a little angry for no reason. He had met so many elders in the school, but none of them treated him like this. Most of them were kind and would not speak ill at all. But this one asked him to kneel down as soon as he met.

What is the reason?

The old man said unhappily: "Would you like to kneel down when you see your husband?"

Song Pei thought to himself that he had met Mr. Although he wanted to salute, Mr. Never asked me to kneel down...

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, "Su Ye would call me sir when he saw me. If I asked him to kneel down, he could only kneel down. Is you a slut, a slut, even better than Su Ye? No matter how powerful it is, you must kneel down when you see me."

Song Pei was angry and blurted out, "Old sir, what are you? Why do my husband call you Mr.?"

The old man slapped his forehead, reached out to grab Song Pei's ear, and snorted coldly: "What's the point of me? Let you take a closer look."

As he spoke, the old man dragged Song Pei directly into the hut.

Then slam the door.

In this world, even the saint of Yunduan is not qualified to make the head of the school Su Ye shout "Mr.", but isn't it the only old man in this thatched hut?

I want to talk about what big things this old man did back then.
Chapter completed!