Chapter 172 Life is like a topic, all kinds of fools (Part 2)

In the late spring, the south gate of Haotian is beautiful when the green trees and thick flowers complement each other. Deep in the quiet palace, after Li Qingshan, the national master of the Tang Dynasty, was silent for a long time, he looked at the dirty old Taoist opposite and said, "I always thought there were some problems with this method."

"What's the problem?" Master Yan Se looked at the teacup on the table and thought about the teacup in Rili Pavilion that day.

Li Qingshan said: "Ning Que has great potential, but after all, just getting into the Tao of Talisman is like a piece of white paper that can be painted by others. The exquisite inheritance of the Tao of Talisman is what the senior brother has learned throughout his life, and the dozens of Taosman's talismans Literary books are all the essence accumulated by my South Gate over the past few hundred years. Now my senior brother throws all his ancient brains over and ignores them. It's like pouring a pot of ink on that piece of white paper, and he can't write anything. The exquisite and good words can only turn into a piece of ink-smelling black paper."

Master Yan Se was speechless.

Li Qingshan said helplessly: "Ning Que is now a small teapot with empty belly. Just a small mouth was opened. Senior brother, you forced a sea of ​​ocean into it. Aren't you worried that he wouldn't hold on to the pot and die?"

"If that boy Ning Que knew that you used a teapot to describe him, maybe there was no need to pour in any knowledge, and he would be so angry that he would blow it into pieces."

Master Yan Se smiled, then looked at Li Qingshan with a serious expression and said, "Ning Que is white paper, but the largest piece of white paper I have ever seen, painting on such white paper, whether it is you or me, Without experience and no confidence, I could only splash this pot of ink over and let him move around. Since I couldn't use a bald pen to paint, let this piece of white paper carry the ink and paint it by myself. As for what I could draw in the end, After all, it depends on his understanding and perseverance."

"As for the metaphor of teapot... I admit that it is possible to embarrass Ning Que's mind in such a short time, but you must, junior brother, you must I admit that although this method is simple and crude, it is the fastest and most effective method. As long as his small teapot is not broken, there will be the day when the tea will swell out."

"But this is also the most dangerous and unreliable way."

Li Qingshan looked at Master Yan Se and said in a deep voice: "What if this piece of white paper is stuck to the floor without time to move and is directly stuck to the ink? If this little teapot doesn't have time to force the tea-scented tea from his mouth, it will crack. What to do if countless pieces of the time? Ning Que is not just your successor, he is a student of the Master, he is also a young man whom His Majesty has high expectations. I don't understand why the senior brother is so urgent in him. There are obviously many more conservative and reliable method."

"Because he is anxious, I am anxious, and the world seems to be starting to get anxious."

Master Yan Se looked up at the sky in the north outside the South Gate Temple and said leisurely: "Become a divine talisman master for ten years? My ambition is more than this, and my ambition is more than this. Since the world is beginning to turbulent, I It is difficult to leave Ning Que with a stable and conservative environment for practice. The most important thing is that I have found that I have not had much time recently."

Li Qingshan looked at Master Yan Se's old face, and after a long silence, he said sadly: "So that's it."

Master Yan Se smiled, stood up from the floor with some difficulty, and walked out of the palace with the help of a charming middle-aged Taoist nun.

Li Qingshan looked at the old back of his senior brother and suddenly said, "Senior brother, don't go around playing around in recent days. You and I often talk to each other in the audience. Speaking of it, you and I have been together for decades, but we have never even had a game of chess. Down. "

Master Yan Se did not look back, smiled and waved his hand, and said with a voice like a silly sand: "You are not a young and beautiful girl, it's really boring to talk and play chess with you. Don't worry, I will definitely come back to see you on the day of death. Your last side."

Li Qingshan withdrew his gaze and looked at the small teapot with hot mist sprayed out of the nozzle on the stove next to the table. He was speechless and thought to himself, Senior Brother, since you have decided to make a fire for boiling tea, I have to think of some ways to help the little one. Guy.

After leaving the South Gate of Haotian Dao, Master Yan Se went directly to Hongxiuzhao and came to the small courtyard where he was most familiar with.

Miss Shuizhuer was counting silver notes with her maid. These days, they made a fortune by selling chicken soup rubbings. Suddenly, they heard the door ringing and saw the dirty old Taoist standing at the gate of the yard. He immediately stood up in surprise.

In the past, she just thought that this Taoist master had a vulgar face and was generous, so she treated him patiently. Now she already knew the other party's true identity, so she dared not pretend to be a fool and hurriedly met him as fast as possible.

"Master Dao is here."

Miss Shui Zhuer looked particularly respectful. She thought she should be more enthusiastic, but she thought that this Taoist was the legendary first-class figure, so she was really nervous.

Master Yan Se laughed strangely, reached out and twisted her plump waist, and said, "You don't have to be so nervous when you know Dao's identity. After all, I still have to pay money, so I should please you. "

Shui Zhuer took advantage of the situation to snuggle into his arms and said shyly: "Master Dao is here to joke with him again. I thought that Master Dao is idle and wild cranes, and gods will never stay in the mortal world for too long, but I am afraid I will never see him again. I am full of my heart. Sorry comes."

Master Yan Se said furiously: "The smell of powder here is better than the ink on the talisman paper. How can I bear to come?"

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After walking a few steps towards the cliff, I saw a cliff cave about tens of meters high. Above the entrance of the cave, birds are flying in and out quickly, and on the gentle slope outside the cliff cave, a two-story building with wooden structure is built. The surface of the small building is full of mottled traces of wind and rain and bird poop. I don't know how many years have been standing silently under this cliff.

Still a distance from the small building, Ning Que smelled a familiar smell, and asked slightly pale, "Do you smell this smell?" "

Chen Pipi sniffed and said in a daze: "What does it smell?"

"You haven't smelled such a strong smell?" Ning Que stared at his eyes and said tremblingly: "Huangzhou bud paper also has the stinky smell of ink. I want to vomit when I smell these smells. Why do you still have to bring it with you? I'm here? "

Chen Pipi knew that there must be paper and ink beside the old scholar in the building, but he did not smell the pale and nausea smell of paper and ink. He reached out and took it in front of his nose, thinking that this kid had been studying the Taoist Tao as crazy as a demon recently, and he felt this level.

Ning Que raised his sleeves and covered his nose, followed him to the wooden building. The closer he was to the wooden building, the stronger the smell of paper and ink became, and he felt more and more uncomfortable. In recent days, he has been grinding ink every night to watch the paper but can't move. Yibi, subconsciously, I developed a great fear and disgust for this taste.

There is an open-air stone platform below the wooden building, and there is a huge desk on it, with scrolls piled up in mountains.

Behind the Rushan Book, sitting was an old scholar with gray hair.

I saw the old scholar holding a volume of old books in his left hand and a half-bad brush in his right hand. He chanted a few sentences to the old books from time to time, and sometimes he picked up the pen to write numbers on the paper, and then continued to read the book, but he didn't know if it was reading. When I got to what a wonderful point, my long eyebrows flew up in the wind, and my facial expression was extremely wonderful, as if I was about to dance.

This old man reads and copies books, focusing on his mind. Whether it is the flock of birds flying above the cliff cave, or the gradually approaching Chen Pipi and Ning Que, it has no effect on him, as if he just starts reading books. , the whole world except books disappeared instantly.

"How wonderful! How wonderful!"

The old scholar found another wonderful thing in the book, copied the sentences on paper as fast as possible, and then stuffed the half-bald brush into his lips and licked it, as if he had eaten the most wonderful taste in the world, which was actually He danced happily.

Ning Que looked at the old scholar, looked back at Chen Pipi in shock, and said, "He is indeed studying, but how will it help me to see him study in my practice of talismans?"

"The elder brother once told us that many years ago, my husband discovered that this old man actually had great potential for cultivation, but he was directly rejected by this old man."

Chen Pipi looked at the old man who was crazy about reading and copying books behind the desk, shrugged helplessly and said, "Because in this old man's opinion, only reading in the world is meaningful, and practice is really too delayed. time."

"This old man can't do anything other than studying, nor do hesitate to do it, and even the Master can't do anything to him. Moreover, he has a very bad temper. As long as someone disturbs him from studying, he will be very unhappy. In this year, he is so angry that he will be very unhappy. As time goes by, no one in the mountains will pay attention to him, and even the best-tempered senior brother is too lazy to deal with this person."

Ning Que looked at the old man behind Rushan's book and said sympathetically: "This is probably just reading."

"You are so polite." Chen Pipi shook his head and said, "After this old man refused his request to take him to practice, the second senior brother once commented: This person has become a fool in his reading."

Ning Que smiled, but his smile suddenly stiffened on his face. He turned around and looked at Chen Pipi and asked hesitantly, "Slow down... Today you will take me to see this old man who has become a fool. Do you want to use this example? Tell me, I am crazy about studying Fudao these days, and if this continues, I will eventually become such a fool?"

"It's the opposite." Chen Pipi took him to the stone platform and said, "Although we all hate this old man, we also admire this old man very much. I'll take you to see him just to tell you , you think you can look down on your peers with perseverance and hard work. In fact, there are many people in this world that can do it, and it is better than you do."

Ning Que was a little confused. As he walked towards the stone platform, he suddenly thought of something and asked, "In addition to this old man, are there people with higher seniority in the back mountain of the academy? Do we have any teachers? Uncle?"

"There was a junior teacher who I heard was the most powerful and top-notch person in the world."

Chen Pipi turned around and said, "But it's a pity that only the eldest and second brothers have seen each other."

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Upon reaching the stone platform, Chen Pipi bowed to the old man behind Rushan's book, and said with a smile: "Scholar, long time no see."

Ning Que bowed behind him, and couldn't help but feel a little funny when he heard the name of scholar.

Scholars have heard of it, as if they had never seen them coming to them.

Chen Pipi said loudly again: "Scholar! Long time no see!"

His voice came from the side of the building into the cliff cave. After several reverberations, it seemed particularly clear and loud, and flew around the sky full of birds busy building nests or other housework. Sharp sound.

The scholar then woke up and looked up at the two people who appeared at the desk at some point. Suddenly his expression suddenly froze, his eyes were filled with disgust, and he shouted, "What are you doing again! Go quickly! Don't disturb me reading again! "

Chen Pipi looked at Ning Que, shrugged, and then smiled at the scholar and said, "I'll take my junior brother to show you."

"What's so good about it? Your junior brother is not a book!"

The scholar reached out and wiped the gray hair floating on his face to the back. He looked at Chen Pipi and said angrily: "Last time you said that the academy wanted to accept a junior brother, and an elder must be present to show his solemnity. He insisted on tricking me to the top of the mountain and stayed in a whole situation. One night, why did a junior brother come again this time? Do you want to lie to me to stay on the top of the mountain for a night?"

"Oh God! The earth!"

He looked at Chen Pipi like a friend who killed his father, with a very disgusting expression and a very resentful look. He shouted, "Do you know how many books I have to read in one night?"

Chen Pipi shouted angrily: "You brought seven books to the top of the mountain that day. Isn't it enough for you to read?"

"There is no light on the top of the mountain!"

"The stars on the top of the mountain are brighter than the lights!"

"Whether you use sunlight or lights when reading, where can you use starlight!"

"Why can't the starlight be used?"

"I don't feel it!"

"Are you reading a book or a feeling?"

"Idiot! Of course, you have to have a feeling to read to be happy!"

"Idiot! You can feel love under the starlight, why don't you feel when you study?"

The two of them were spitting at each other at the desk, and Ning Que had already heard it stupid. Only then did he believe that this scholar was really the kind of person who read the brains, and that the seniors in the backyard of the academy really didn't respect this person.

His face was flushed and his chest kept fluttering. He was old and weak. When he quarreled, he was obviously not a match for Chen Pipi. Moreover, he quickly realized that Chen Pipi came to quarrel with him today, and his purpose was very obvious. It is to distract myself from reading books, and I think I guessed Chen Pipi's sinister intentions, so how could he let the other party succeed?

"I won't talk to you anymore!" he said sadly: "How can you read so many books without hurrying to finish them? Do you know what you are doing? You are murdering my life and destroying my life!"

After saying this, the scholar really ignored Chen Pipi's verbal attacks and lowered his head to concentrate on reading and copying books.

Ning Que looked at the densely packed books on the bookshelf in the building, frowned slightly, and said, "Although there are many books here, if you concentrate on reading, you will finish it in a few years. Even if you add the books in the old bookstore in the academy, It wouldn't be so painful for him."

Hearing this, Chen Pipi smiled bitterly and shook her head, leading him to the cliff cave.

The cliff cave is strangely kept dry, and there are several rock gaps above the top to see the sky light, so it does not appear dark. There are even a few unknown trees in the cave, and the birds keep wandering around the treetops. tweet.

Ning Que's eyes looked through the cave, then landed on the cliff, his body suddenly stiffened and he could no longer speak.

There were many wooden shelves on the cliff wall, which looked like a bookshelves that had been magnified countless times.

There are no bird's nests, no treasures, no statues, no potted plants, only one thing.

That's the book.

Infinite books.

A whole cliff wall book.

Books all over the mountains.

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"Since the founding of the academy, it has not stopped collecting books. It took a thousand years to collect many books. From ancient times to today, all new articles have been placed here, so the pain of scholars is actually really painful."

Chen Pipi looked at Ning Que, looked at the densely packed books on the cliff walls that were tens of meters high, and said with emotion: "If you say that knowledge can be calculated using the number of books, then at least seven percent of the world's knowledge is in the academy."

The books on the entire cliff were as shocked in Ning Que's eyes as if they were standing on the mountain climbing mountain road. It made him feel a little troubled to breathe. After a long time, he barely woke up.

Climbing up the steep cableway at the edge of the cliff cave, to the third floor of the cliff bookshelves, and walking for more than ten meters along the wooden board that only one person passed. Ning Que stopped and looked back at the closest A strong doubt gradually arose in my heart. If these books were collected since a thousand years ago, why did they turn slightly yellow and turn old after so long, and have not been weathered yet? What's even more strange is why these open-air places are placed. There is not much dust on the books?

Chen Pipi probably guessed his doubts and said with a smile: "When you reach a certain level, you probably know that dust removal is actually very simple. You just need to raise your fingers and the wind in the cliff cave will complete you. Work."

Ning Que suddenly realized, and then suddenly thought that if Sangsang could practice, wouldn't she be much more relaxed in doing housework? While thinking, he took out the book casually and found that the cover had four words written on the two capitals. He thought it was probably the notes of this person. When he opened it, he didn't expect such as white buttocks, thrusting, sticking out tongue, and new peeling. The words rushed into his eyes, and his expression was slightly stiff.

He asked in surprise, "You actually accept erotic books?"

Chen Pipi responded: "The Master said that opening a book is beneficial, but how can you determine the good or bad according to the subject? You have shit in your heart, and you see that everything is shit in your heart, and you have lustful thoughts in your heart, and you can even mess up your mind when reading seven volumes of heavenly books. Don't treat it as erotic. Isn't it just to read books? "

Ning Que looked at the solemn expression on his fat face, and couldn't help but feel very admired and asked sincerely: "What are you watching?"

"Me?" Chen Pipi waved her sleeves and said calmly: "My realm is not enough, and I am still in the stage of seeing the mountains as mountains. Erotic books are naturally erotic books. There is no need to force such things."

Ning Que looked at him and sighed, not saying anything more.

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The books on the entire cliff, the endless books all over the mountains and fields, are undoubtedly a great treasure for a person who loves reading and even regards reading as the only priority in his life, but also a great sorrow, because It is impossible to complete the task of reading endless books after all.

After walking out of the cliff cave, he looked at the old scholar behind the desk holding the book, copying and chanting from time to time, and being sad, angry and happy from time to time, Ning Que found that he understood why he was so extreme and seemed so anxious.

Walking to the desk, Ning Que bowed deeply to the old scholar and sincerely asked, "Uncle Master, what should I do if I can't finish reading the books? Don't you feel desperate? Why do you keep going on? Read on?"

He did not call scholars directly like Chen Pipi, but called him uncle, because the other party was old and early, and because Ning Que had the inexplicable attitude towards such people who had the perseverance to do something to the extreme. A sense of respect.

Perhaps it was because he heard the sincerity in Ning Que's tone, or perhaps because he noticed the similarities between Ning Que and himself in some aspects. This time, the old scholar did not waved his hand impatiently to drive him away, but slowly Put down the book in his hand.

He recalled: "I forgot when I started to study in the mountains, but I remember when I was twenty, I thought I could read all the books in the world."

Ning Que listened silently.

The scholar said, "But when I was fifty, I realized that this was impossible. Because in the process of my constant reading, there are still people in the world who keep writing books, and because I am old, I am weak, and I am reading slower and slower. What's even more terrifying is that I have forgotten all the books I have read when I was young."

He looked at Ning Que's eyes and smiled and said, "If you forget all the books you have read, then why do you have the nerve to say that you have read them? So I have to pick up those forgotten books and read them again, and in order not to Forgot again, I started to excerpt."

Ning Que asked, "But wouldn't this be slower?"

"No," the scholar sighed and said, "So I already knew that I would never have read all the books in this life, and I could not even finish the collection of books in the academy."

Ning Que frowned slightly and asked, "Then aren't you very disappointed?"

"It's more than just disappointment, total despair."

The scholar shook his head and said, "The day when I confirmed I couldn't finish reading the collection, I felt that the whole world had collapsed. I didn't want to eat or sleep, and even... I didn't want to read books anymore."

A person who can't do anything except study and doesn't want to do anything, but does not want to read books. You can imagine how much mental blow this old scholar suffered that day. Ning Que naturally thought of his mental state over the past few days. After a moment of silence, he sincerely asked, "Uncle Master, how did you pass that barrier?"

"Because I asked myself a question."

The scholar said, "Do you like reading or reading all the books?"

"I didn't think about it for too long, and I got the answer. What I like is reading after all."

"I'm already one hundred and two years old this year. Any day after that, I may close my eyes and never wake up again, but I can never confirm that I will die that day, so as long as I keep reading, I can't finish it and then What? I can still comfort myself and confirm that every minute and every second I have before my death was doing what I wanted to do, which is very happy and satisfied."

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"Are you interested in practicing? Or killing people after you reach a certain level?"

"I need to think about this issue carefully."

Walking on the mountain road behind the academy, recalling the conversation with the old scholar outside the calamity cave, Ning Que vaguely understood some very important things, and listening to the music coming from somewhere on the pavement. Stop slowly.

Chen Pipi, who had been silent for a long time, looked at him and asked, "Did you figure it out?"

"I figured it out, I still like practicing after all."

Ning Que listened to the melodious song and thought about the things he encountered in the back mountain of the academy these days.

The two senior brothers who were hungry and sleepy under the thighs, the two senior brothers who were confused about the chessboard and the two senior brothers who were indifferent to the body of the piano and flute, and the eleventh senior brother who was as quiet as a madman, was studying outside the cliff cave until he was a hundred years old. The uncle of the master.

He also remembered himself who was excited to roll in the forests of Minshan Mountain, who was excited to roll in the fireworks of the Weicheng border, who was yelling happily after the sword wind was getting worse. He was smiling at the old bookstore last year at the west window of the pillow of the old bookstore, standing every night The stiff myself at the desk...

"Everyone will encounter many difficulties. If you want to solve these problems, you must concentrate on doing them. You need the craziest infatuation, but this kind of infatuation is not the weight that is pressed on your shoulders like a mountain. But the joys you yearn for the most in your heart."

Ning Que looked at the beautiful back mountain of the academy and said, "I have been foolish before, but these days I forgot that the essence of foolishness is liking. There is no false hope, so naturally there will be no false disappointment, let alone despair. Life If you have all kinds of fools in the question, you can do whatever you like. Then I think there will always be answers to this question."