Chapter 123 1. When Zen is brought to the extreme, it is originally connected with the highest state of art

Uncle Ji and Zhong Ying escorted her mother to leave Beijing and return to Hunan.Before leaving, Zhong Ying repeatedly asked her husband to let Yi Zhu return to Beijing as soon as possible.Yang Du sent a letter to Yizhu, but he didn't ask her to go back to Beijing, but asked her to settle down in Suzhou. He has decided to wander the rivers and lakes alone.After his uncle left, Xia Shoutian didn't want to live in Huai'an Hutong anymore, so he went to Baoding to be the secretary-general of the governor's yamen at the invitation of Cao Kun, the governor of Zhili.From then on, Yang Du was the only one left in Huaian Hutong.

Only two or three years ago, this place was the place where the dignitaries of the capital discussed state affairs in secret, and the gentry and celebrities freely discussed poetry and prose.Except for a few lay Buddhists who occasionally came to walk around, the gate was closed all day long, and the neighbors thought that no one lived in the courtyard. Yang Du does his own homework every day: get up in the morning and meditate for an hour, then read Buddhist scriptures, take a nap for an hour at noon, write meditation experience in the afternoon, and meditate for an hour before going to bed at night, interspersed with some projects such as planting flowers and practicing calligraphy As a condiment.He gave up smoking, alcohol and meat, and had three meals a day of vegetarian coarse tea.He often revels in this self-created atmosphere, and feels that the days without thoughts and worries are really carefree. If people all over the world convert to Zen in this way, all disputes and fights will naturally stop. ?

The daytime is so leisurely and carefree, but the dreams in the middle of the night often bring him back to the past years: Yi Weinian’s generosity and grief on the bus, the bright eyes of Xiang Qi’s teacher when he was teaching on the small island of Dongzhou, the students studying in Fusang’s residence in Japan’s efforts to save the country The fierce debates over strategies and the north-south rush in those days of regime change always appear intermittently or continuously, implicitly or obviously.At this time, he had to get up with his clothes on, or sit on the head of the bed, or cruise the courtyard, in the night wind blowing, under the gaze of the stars, he felt lonely, melancholy, painful, at a loss, and sometimes even had unreasonable thoughts. of fear.When meditating the next morning, the mind is often distracted and it is difficult to settle down.Is it because the practice of kung fu has not yet reached the level of obliterating everything, or is it that the Wuwu sect can't really achieve no self?The extreme contrast between daytime and mid-night puts this former heir of imperial studies and today's lay Buddhist into an inescapable predicament.

One afternoon, a person suddenly appeared in Huaian Hutong.Yang Du didn't expect that the person who came was Zhongzi, his younger brother who had been separated for many years.Like the sound of footsteps in the empty valley, Zen Master Hutuo, who lived in isolation, was very pleased.The two brothers sat across from each other, chatting about homework over a cup of tea. Over the years, Yang Jun's family has been living in Changsha, the provincial capital.Although the world situation is turbulent and unpredictable, and there are many disasters in Hunan Province, Yang Jun does not care about it and concentrates on his art world.His gifted wisdom, coupled with persistent diligence, enabled him to achieve achievements that others could hardly hope for.His paintings are well-known for printing, even in troubled times, there are still an endless stream of people who come to ask for prints.Yang Jun relied on this income to support his family.In her spare time, Mrs. Yin also paints a few plum blossoms orchids.Mr. Yin Bohe, the old father-in-law, would always come from the countryside to Changsha to live in Changsha for ten or eight days in one month, and learn painting skills with his son-in-law.The family lived poorly and happily in the pursuit of artistic beauty.

Yang Jun is easy-going and enthusiastic. Friends like to come to his house to sit and chat. One of the few friends who walks around frequently is Qi Baishi. "Brother, Qi Baishi has been selling paintings in Beijing for three or four years, have you met him?" "What, Qi Baishi has been in Beijing for three or four years?" Yang Du was quite surprised. "How come I've never heard of it?" Yang Jun said with a smile: "Mom said that you have become a Buddha in the past few years, and you don't care about worldly affairs. I never believed it, but it seems to be true."

"Then let's go and see him, do you know where he lives?" "I live in Fayuan Temple. I came to Beijing this time mainly to see how his paintings are selling in Beijing. If it is good, I will also move Baixin Printing Society to Beijing." Since childhood, he has been very affectionate with his elder brother. He regards his elder brother as a teacher and a respected younger brother. He came to Beijing mainly not to see his elder brother, but to see Qi Baishi. Yang Du couldn't help but feel a little sad when he was happy. The next morning, the two brothers came to Fayuan Temple together.

A few years ago, when Master Jichan placed orders here, Yang Du often came to Fayuan Temple to discuss poetry and Zen with him.After Jichan passed away, his disciple Daojie personally escorted the ashes to Tiantong Temple in Zhejiang for burial.Daojie was retained by the monks of Tiantong Temple and became the abbot of the temple.The Daojie is gone, and there are no acquaintances in Fayuan Temple, so Yang Du will not come. I haven't seen him for a few years, and Fayuan Temple seems to be deserted.When he came to the gate of the temple, he found out that the current abbot turned out to be Master Yanzhu of Biyun Temple back then, and Yang Du was overjoyed.

He clearly remembered that more than 20 years ago, he, Zeng Guangjun and Xia Shoutian counted arhats in Biyun Temple and talked about Master Xiangqi's romantic affairs when he was young.When I left the next day, I took out a pen and paper and respectfully asked them to leave poems as a souvenir.More than 20 years have passed in the blink of an eye, and the prophecy of the Arhats has not been fulfilled. Although it is a pity, but the reunion of the old people, I have embarked on the road of worshiping Buddha in the past few years, whether it is reminiscing about the past or talking about the present. , have many common topics, and it should be a pleasure to meet each other.Yang Du did not go to Qi Baishi's place for the time being, and took his younger brother to the abbot's room to meet the abbot Yanzhu first.

Yanzhu has passed the seventy-sixth year, but she is still rosy and full of spirits.Yang Du greeted him happily: "Master Yanzhu, do you still recognize me?" Unexpectedly, Yanzhu shook her head at the thin vulgar man in common clothes. "I am Yang Du and Yang Xizi who visited Biyun Temple with Zeng Zhongbo Hanlin more than 20 years ago! At that time, there was a young man named Xia Shoutian, the No. 2 Duke of the Wuxu Division." Yang Du tried his best to evoke Yanzhu's memory. "Oh, oh, I remembered, so you are Yang Du." Yang Doman thought that after Yanzhu recognized his old friend, he would be as enthusiastic about him as before.Unexpectedly, Yanzhu didn't express anything in particular, and said flatly: "Sit down!"

Yanzhu's indifference was beyond Yang Du's surprise, and he sat down with his younger brother. "The benefactor has been very popular in the past few years. Where has he been hiding in the past few years? I haven't heard any news?" Yanzhu didn't look at him, and counted the rosary beads with her head down, as if she had never had any contact with him. "In the past few years, I have studied Buddhism at home, read hundreds of volumes of inner scriptures, and understood many truths." "The benefactor also participates in Buddhism? Amitabha!" Yang Du was about to tell the master about his experience during this period, but Yanzhu interrupted him very impolitely, "According to your virtue, benefactor In the eyes of the old monk, it is impossible to become a Buddha. At that time, the old monk knew that the benefactor wanted to be a high-ranking official. In order not to disappoint you, he deliberately said that you would be the prime minister in the future. In fact, the arhat you counted, behind the scenes It depends on the white clouds. The white clouds in the sky are floating here and there, and they are the most uncertain. At that time, the old monk predicted that you would not be able to accomplish great things. If the official cannot do it, the Buddha will be able to participate in it?"

Yang Du was ridiculed by Yanzhu for no reason, and felt very uncomfortable. He wanted to retaliate, but remembering the truth that everything is empty, he suppressed his anger and said, "It would be great if the mage said it straight back then, lest I spend half my life wandering around." .” Yanzhu sneered, and asked, "What is the benefactor doing in Fayuan Temple?" "Meet with my brother-in-law Qi Baishi, an old friend who lives in the monastery." "It's that skinny old man who sells paintings," Yanzhu said with a little contempt. "No one came to buy his paintings. He moved away a long time ago. You can look for him at Xisi Pailou!" Seeing that Qi Baishi was not in Fayuan Temple and seeing that the old monk was very indifferent, Yang Jun tugged on his brother's sleeve to signal to leave.Yang Du was already impatient, and just about to get up, Yanzhu's eyes suddenly brightened, he looked outside the door and shouted with a smile on his face: "Mr. Damn it!" Yang Du turned his face away.It turned out that standing outside the door of the abbot's room was a middle-aged officer in a yellow tweed uniform with a fleshy face, followed by two horses.Taking advantage of Yanzhu's nodding and bowing, the Yang Du brothers hurriedly left the abbot's room. After leaving Fayuan Temple, Yang Jun said angrily: "What kind of abbot and eminent monk is more sycophant than ordinary people. His indifference is because brother has not become a prime minister. If you were the prime minister today, he would kneel down to you." Those who kowtow will never say nonsense about being backed by Baiyun!" Yang Du's chest was stuffy, and he walked silently, unable to say a word. When he came to the West Fourth Archway, he didn't know how to find Qi Baishi. Yang Jun had sharp eyes and found a white wooden sign nailed to an old locust tree by the roadside, which read: Baishi Painting House, No. 6 Erdaozanlan.Relying on the guidance of this small wooden sign, the Yang brothers easily found Baishi Bookstore. This is a small bungalow with a small facade.On the wall next to the door was a piece of white paper with a few lines of writing on it: silver coins on ruler paper and half yuan, and silver coins on the fan surface were two yuan.It turned out to be Runge who painted it.Yang Jun thought to himself: This price is not high! A young woman about twenty years old walked over with a child under one year old in her arms, and asked with a Sichuan accent, "Is the guest officer buying paintings?" Yang Jun nodded casually, and the young woman politely led them into the house.After entering the room, before he was seated, he saw the same Runge posted on the opposite wall. "Does the guest officer want to draw something?" A strong Xiangtan dialect came from the inner room.With the sound of "jingling, jingling" metal collisions, a tall and thin old man came out of the back room.It was Qi Baishi. Yang Du was a little strange, why did Qi Baishi make a "ding dong ding dong" sound when he was walking?Yang Jun was used to it.From the first meeting in Dongzhou Academy that year to every subsequent meeting, wherever Qi Baishi went, the sound of "jingle ding dong" would follow him, because there was always a piece of paper hanging on his waist belt. A large bunch of brass keys. This strange carpenter is still like this in the capital, so he is not afraid of making fun of him!Yang Jun was muttering to himself when he saw Qi Baishi recognized them at a glance and greeted them happily, "Isn't this Mr. Xizi? Zhongzi, when did you come to Beijing?" Then he said to the young woman just now: "Make tea quickly, a rare guest is coming!" The young woman turned and went into the kitchen.Knowing that Baishi brought a son and a grandson to sell paintings in Beijing, Yang Jun pointed to the young woman's back and asked softly, "Is this your daughter-in-law?" "Where, where!" Qi Baishi shook his head hurriedly, "She is my assistant Hu Baozhu." Hearing that it was a concubine, the Yang brothers all stared wide-eyed: This is not like a concubine, she can be a granddaughter! Qi Baishi said frankly: "My wife Chunjun sent it to me from Hunan. Chunjun was reluctant to part with the fields and houses in the countryside, and he didn't want to live with me in Beijing, and he was worried that I would have no one to take care of me. Baozhu from Xiangtan, I took her to Beijing. I saw that she was forty years younger than me, and at first I disagreed, but Mr. Chun persuaded me to accept it, and Baozhu was willing to serve me, so I agreed. Heart, willing to serve me, a bad old man, and even raised a baby for me last year!" When Qi Baishi spoke up to this point, he grinned loudly. Yang Du has not seen this peculiar carpenter painter for more than ten years.Although his face is wrinkled, his head is bald, and he has a few inches long sparse beard, but from the way he speaks and walks, he seems to be in good spirits and body.People in their sixties can still have sons, and they seem to be living more chicly than Master Xiangqi in his later years.Qi Baishi's emotions infected Yang Du, and the unhappiness that Master Yanzhu had brought to him had already dissipated unconsciously. At this time, Baozhu brought out three cups of tea on a tray.The Yang brothers took a closer look with curiosity: their faces were pretty and handsome, and their limbs were free of any defects.She was willing to follow an old man who was forty years older than her and had no money and power. This was really a blessing from Carpenter Qi in his previous life. "Baozhu." Qi Baishi solemnly ordered his concubine, "These two gentlemen are old friends from my hometown, and they are both disciples of Mr. Wang Xiangqi. I want to keep them here for dinner today. You go to the kitchen to prepare." "Don't bother." Yang Jun knew that Qi Baishi had always been frugal and stingy, and judging by his posture, he hadn't made a fuss in Beijing yet. Even if he treated guests sincerely, the meal would not taste good. "Brother Baishi, we are treating guests today. Let's drink tea and chat here first. Then we will go to the restaurant at the entrance of the alley to have a light meal." "That's fine, that's fine." Qi Baishi immediately agreed, "That restaurant is owned by a Shandong native, and the neighbors say that he's quite authentic." Yang Du said: "It wasn't Chongzi who came to Beijing yesterday to tell me that I didn't know that Brother Baishi had lived in Beijing for three or four years." Qi Baishi said: "When I first came to Beijing, you went to Tianjin for refuge. Later, I don't know when you returned to Beijing, and I don't know where you live. Beijing is so big, it's not like being in Xiangtan City. , you can touch it as soon as you go out. If you don't come to see me today, I'm afraid we won't see each other even if we live for ten years." "That's true." Yang Du nodded, "I remember that Brother Baishi never travels far, how could he be willing to live in Beijing for so long this time?" Yang Jun interjected with a smile: "In the past ten years, Senior Brother Baishi has been very different from before. He has traveled to many places in the north and south. Master Xiangqi said that he is a person who has traveled half the world." "Really?" Yang Du was very surprised, and thought to himself: The world has indeed changed a lot in the past ten years, and even this rigid carpenter and painter has changed his old ways.He asked with great interest, "Where have you been?" "In the past ten years, I have gone out five times and returned five times." Qi Baishi stretched out his thick, calloused palm, and turned it vigorously from side to side. "That year, Master Jichan told me that the ancients said that reading thousands of books and traveling thousands of miles is the best way to expand one's mind. He has been practicing it for decades and has benefited a lot. With the help of gods, I can only rely on reading to walk. He also said that I can’t just read books, but I have to walk, and then I will have the help of gods when I paint. I carefully realized that this is reasonable. It happened that Guo Renzhang led troops to Xi’an. The letter asked me to live in Xi'an for a few months." That year, the daredevil Wan Fuhua borrowed Zhang Ji's pistol to assassinate Wang Zhichun in Shanghai, but Wang Zhichun missed, and he himself was arrested and put in jail, and Huang Xing was also implicated.It was because of Guo Renzhang's status as an officer that Huang Xing was released without incident.Yang Du happened to be waiting for the ferry ticket to Japan in Shanghai at that time, so he knew Guo Renzhang.Yang Du thought to himself: Carpenter Qi also had acquaintance with the great military officer Guo Renzhang, it seems that he has become famous in these years. "Guanzhong is known as the natural danger, the mountains and rivers are magnificent, and Xi'an is a famous ancient capital. It is indeed worth visiting. So I bid farewell to my parents, wife and children, and made my first long trip. It took two and a half months to get to Xi'an. I saw a lot of beautiful scenery and drew many paintings. Among them, there are two best ones, one is a picture of Dongting looking at the sun, and the other is a picture of the west wind in Hanling. I will show it to you later.” Qi Baishi was excited, took a sip of tea from his cup, put down the cup and continued: "In Xi'an, I saw a lot of historical sites, the Big Wild Goose Pagoda, the Qujiang River, the Maoling Mausoleum, and the Forest of Steles. I went to all these places. I looked at it. Guo Renzhang asked me to visit Fan Fanshan in Quantai, Shaanxi. Fan Fanshan is a high-ranking official and a famous person. I was afraid to see him. Guo Renzhang said, it doesn't matter. You are also a celebrity now, go to see him, he will be happy. I think, if you go to see him, you have to get it. I don’t have any gifts for him, so I engraved the five-party seal and took it with me. Unexpectedly, it’s the first time I go to Taiwan At the yamen, the gatekeeper stared at the yamen for a long time, and finally said that the adults in Taiwan have gone to inspect and are not in the yamen. I made a trip for nothing, and I felt a little uncomfortable. I came back and told Guo Renzhang. Guo said, you must not send the door bag , the concierge won’t inform you. So I don’t know if I have to send you a door bag. I asked how much money I wanted to send, and I thought that if I wanted to send a lot of money, I wouldn’t go to see you. Guo smiled and said, Don’t send any money, the concierge will notify you next time you bring my film. A few days later, I went with Guo Renzhang’s business card, and the concierge did. Fan Nietai received me very politely and talked with me. Many paintings and poems were done, and I even asked Master Xiangqi. I gave him the seal, and he gave me fifty taels of silver. I was shocked and said no. Fan Nietai said, you rely on selling Painting and engraving makes a living, how can you not charge money? I said, even if you accept it, it shouldn’t be so much! Fan Nietai said, half of it is to buy your seal, and the other half is for you. I can’t hinder him from accepting it He said, if you sell paintings and engravings in Xi’an, people don’t know your reputation, so maybe not many people come to buy them. If I write a Runge for you, people will come to buy them. Fan Nietai took out a piece of paper, He picked up a pen and wrote: Qi Baishi from Hunan came to Xijing to sell printed paintings, and Fan Fanshan ordered Runge for him. Paintings cost one or two feet of paper, and each word costs five hundred coins. I was shocked again: such a high Runge, Will someone come? I thought in my heart, but I didn’t say anything. The next day I posted this Runge, and sure enough, many people gathered around to look at it, saying that Fan Nietai personally ordered Runge for this person, and this person’s prints must be good. So The business was getting better day by day. Later, the news that Fan Nietai bought my five-square seal with fifty taels of silver spread, and the business got even better. I lived in Xi’an for three months and made a full two thousand taels of silver. I am very happy. Thank you Fan Nietai, and bid farewell to him before leaving. He said, don’t go back, I will go to Beijing to see the Empress Dowager Cixi in May. The Empress Dowager likes calligraphy and painting. There is a widow from Yunnan named Miao Suyun in the palace, who writes for the Empress Dowager. .Your paintings are much better than Widow Miao's. If you go to Beijing with me, I recommend it to the Queen Mother. How can I be enshrined in the inner court? I have no other ideas in my life, I just want to paint and engrave. With my own hands, I can save thousands of taels of silver to support my parents, wife and children. I am satisfied. Thanks to Fan Nietai for his kindness, I took the painting bag and went home." Yang Jun remembered that when Qi Baishi had an audience with Master Xiangqi for the first time, he answered in the same way. Although it was a bit long-winded, the words were truthful and humorous, and it sounded interesting.Now Yi is a well-known painter, and he still maintains this kind of rustic peasant style, which is really cute. Yang Du was also interested in hearing it, and said with a smile: "This is one out and one return." "Yes." Qi Baishi nodded and continued, "The next year, Master Xiangqi invited me to visit Nanchang with Zhang Tiejiang and Zeng Tongjiang. Master Xiangqi taught in Yuzhang Academy in the past, and this time I revisited the old place. , Zhang Tiejiang and I came to Hongdu for the first time. Zeng Tongjiang is from Jiangxi, but he has never been to Nanchang before. The story of Master Xiangqi taking the three craftsmen of Wangmen to travel is a good story in Jiangxi, and there are many great stories. Officials and celebrities all came to visit his old man. Zhang Tiejiang and Zeng Bronzesmith were busy entertaining them, and they also met many rich people. I was afraid of seeing strangers, and I was even more afraid of seeing rich people, so I hid myself. On the night of Qixi Festival, The four of us, master and apprentice, lived in Nanchang’s apartment and drank together. Master Xiangqi said that since Zeng Wenzheng left in Nanchang, the style of writing has been at a standstill for a long time. He said a few words: Earth spirit wins Jianghui, star gathering and autumn season. The three of us thought it was good after hearing it, but we couldn’t get in touch for a while. Everyone looked at me and I looked at you, and felt very disrespectful. Fortunately, Master Xiangqi Dadu, if you say you can’t connect, you won’t connect. Let’s have a drink! This incident stimulated me a lot. I don’t think I can be a poet. The word 'yin' is not important. From then on, I removed the word 'yin' and became the owner of the borrowing mountain pavilion." The Yang Du brothers all laughed. "The third time was to Guangxi. At that time, Cai Songpo was in the Guilin Patrol Academy, and he asked me to teach painting lessons to his students. He taught once a week and gave thirty taels of silver as salary a month. Cai Songpo respected me. , but I was born as a civil engineer, how can I go to a foreign school to take classes, not to mention that the students in those foreign schools are all military students, love to make trouble, if there is anything unlawful, I might be sent away. I declined Cai Songpo Kindness. Guilin’s mountains and rivers have the reputation of being the best in the world. I did see a lot of beautiful mountains and rivers in Guilin that I will remember for a lifetime. When I painted landscapes, I remembered the appearance of the Lijiang River. I met a man in Guilin. The funniest thing." Qi Baishi became interested, stood up with his hips crossed and said, "One day, I saw a monk at a friend's house. He had thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a hulking back. He didn't look like a practicing monk. He talked to me. Not much, in a hurry, as if he was doing some important business. He gave me twenty silver dollars and asked me to draw four screens for him, and I did. The day before leaving Guilin, this monk came to a friend's house to give I, told me that I had prepared a good horse and would send me out of the city. I thanked him, thinking that this monk was very kind to his friends. In the early years of the Republic of China, I once met that friend in Changsha. I asked me with the word "Huang Xing" on the newspaper, have you seen him? I said Huang Xing was a great revolutionist, how could I recognize him as a painting seller. The friend laughed and said, You are humble, when you were in Guilin The monk who wants to send you out of the city on a horse is Huang Xing! Oh, that monk is Huang Xing, I really don’t know Taishan, I have neglected the hero!” Yang Jun laughed heartily at Qi Baishi's adventure.Yang Du remembered the past because of Huang Xing and Cai E.Now when Huang Xing and Cai E are mentioned, who doesn't admire them all over the country?As their best friends back then, they were nothing compared to each other.All of a sudden, the beliefs of the anatta sect, such as "empty and non-existent" and "nothing outside the mind", lost their strength, and a strong sense of loss and shame shook his chest. "The fourth time I went to Wuzhou and Qinzhou in Guangxi, the fifth time I went to Guangzhou and Hong Kong, and then I took a ship to Shanghai, and from Shanghai I took a train to Suzhou and Nanjing." Seeing that Yang Du's mood turned from enthusiasm to indifference in an instant, the clever Qi Baishi guessed that a certain sentence might have inadvertently touched the sadness of this colleague who had repeatedly frustrated in the political arena, and he quickly ended the most proud five times in his life. Five returns. Yang Jun also felt that the atmosphere had changed, so he got up and said, "Let's go eat!" The three of them came to a small restaurant run by Shandong people, ordered some dishes, and Yang Jun ordered another jug ​​of wine.Yang Du had quit drinking for a long time, and it was not easy for his brothers and old friends to gather in the capital today. He couldn't stand a few words of persuasion from his younger brother, so he took a few sips from his cup.He felt a little dizzy in his head, a regret that had been lingering in his mind for the past few years, and he was riding on the drunkenness that hadn't been there for a long time. "Brother Baishi, Chongzi, when Master Xiangqi was dying, you all waited at his bedside. It's just that I was living in Beijing and Tianjin. I didn't achieve a career, and I didn't die for the old man. I am really an unworthy disciple of the Wang family. .” Hearing this, Yang Jun thought to himself: I haven't become a Buddha, I haven't forgotten my past ambitions, I still remember my teacher's kindness, and I'm still a strategist in the world! Qi Baishi said: "I didn't know the news until Master Xiangqi was critically ill. When I arrived at Yunhu Bridge, the old man was closing his eyes. I thought he had passed away, so I burst into tears and called Master Xiangqi, Qi Huang is late." Unexpectedly, he opened his eyes and said softly, it’s not too late, Lord Yan hasn’t accepted me yet. I quickly took his old man’s hand, it was hot. Master Xiangqi looked at me for a long time and said, you Here it is, very good. Most of my proud students have seen it, only Xizi and Wuyi are being arrested, so I can’t see it anymore. I said you take care, maybe next year Xizi and Wuyi will come back to watch You are old. Master Xiangqi said, I want them to come back, and I promise to teach them a lesson from Laozhuang in Xiangqi Tower." Under the dim light, the train started slowly, and the scene of Master Xiangqi sticking out her head from the window and repeatedly telling her to "return to the south with her mother" seemed to be right in front of her eyes.Yang Du looked sadly at the cups and plates on the small table, he regretted that he didn't follow his teacher's advice and return to the south with his mother, what kind of person is he now?A Buddhist layman, a frustrated politician, or a grassroots bandit? Qi Baishi went on to say: "I held Teacher Xiangqi's hand and said, you will recover in a few days, and I will draw a picture for you to teach in the mountains. Master Xiangqi said, okay, draw three people, add Xizi and Noon Yi, put a copy of the "South China Classic" on the table. After a while, he said, "Qi Huang, you are famous now. I think you are the only one among my disciples who will add luster to my old face in the future. Xizi and I Same, born at the wrong time." The few words Qi Baishi relayed deeply stimulated Yang Du's heart.Master Xiangqi was thinking about himself until his death, thinking that the emperor's learning taught to him was not at the right time, and he was in great pain.Under the impact of this kind of teacher-student relationship and career knot, the Buddhist knowledge that he had practiced devoutly for two or three years was defeated and completely lost his resistance.He muttered to himself: "I should have gone back with Master Xiangqi back then." Qi Baishi went on: "After Master Xiangqi passed away, I was crying while drawing, and I drew three people according to the wishes of the old man during his lifetime. Besides him, there are you and Wu Yi. There is a book on the table. "Nanhua Jing". I framed this painting, burned it in front of the coffin, and said to the old man's portrait, Xizi and Wu Yi have not come back, you left when you were old, and Qi Huang painted a mountain dwelling for you to teach Tu, you will teach them to read Lao Zhuang in your dream from now on!" Yang Du was so moved by Qi Baishi's sincerity that thousands of words poured out of his chest, but he couldn't utter a single word. Yang Jun also said emotionally: "When Master Xiangqi was seriously ill, he also told me many times that now is a troubled world, domineering is popular, and the king's way is not prosperous. It seems that the study of emperors is going to die. Tell your brother, if in the future If you still want to do great things, you have to take a new path; otherwise, you can just go home and read poems." Yang Du looked at his younger brother and nodded slightly. Yang Jun knew that his brother was listening to him carefully, so he took the opportunity to point out his real purpose of coming to Beijing: "Brother, Senior Brother Baishi's painting style has changed a lot since he roamed the world, and now his skills have entered the Tao. Everyone said that Senior Brother Baishi Your achievements in the future will definitely surpass those of Shi Tao and Xu Wenchang. Now that you are free, why not learn painting from Senior Brother Baishi." Qi Baishi was very happy when he heard this.He knew that Yang Xizi was the most valued student in Teacher Xiangqi's life, and he himself had always admired Yang Xizi's academic articles.He knew from the newspaper that Yang Xizi was currently studying Buddhism.He understands the thoughts of people like Yang Xizi: when they are proud, they will go all out to be an official, regardless of the consequences;In fact, he is deceiving himself and others. He must be in great pain inside. Whether he is happy or indisputable, he is all pretending.He felt sorry for Yang Xizi. If Yang Xizi could regain the joy of life through learning painting, it would be a good deed. After practicing Yin Zhi, he said with a smile: "I used to paint, and I painted fine brushwork. After reading Guanzhong, After the landscape of Guilin, I felt that the fine brushwork could not paint the magic of good fortune, so I changed it to splash ink freehand brushwork. This change is very popular with everyone. Some people say that the things I draw now are not very similar. I say that the painting The trick is here, if you don't resemble, you will deceive the world, if you resemble too much, you will be vulgar, and the trick lies in the difference between similarity and dissimilarity." These few words of the carpenter and painter are so full of rationality that the Yang brothers have understood it.Yang Jun thought that not only painting, but all art must be between similarity and dissimilarity to be meaningful.Yang Du thought that the whole life must be viewed in this way.For example, one must follow the crowd, otherwise he will be abandoned by the world. This is the "similar" side; but he must preserve himself and have his own personality characteristics, otherwise there will be no value of existence. This is the "dissimilar" side. one side.Pushing forward like this, you can realize more truths. "My splash-ink paintings were not colored before." Qi Baishi ignored the reverie of the Yang brothers and continued to talk about his paintings, "Not long ago, after seeing my paintings, Mr. Chen Shizeng said, people in the capital like beauty, and your paintings are too cold. It’s gone. I created a new painting environment of red flowers and ink leaves. After seeing it, Shi Zeng said it’s very good, and your paintings will definitely become popular in the capital.” Yang Jun was fascinated when he heard it, and said, "Look at your new style of painting!" Yang Du also said: "I haven't seen Brother Baishi's paintings for a long time, let's go and see how you have changed." Qi Baishi was very happy, and immediately got up and said, "Let's go home and look at the painting!" Yang Jun paid the money, and the three returned to Baishi Painting House. Qi Baishi took out more than ten new paintings he had created recently, and unfolded them one by one. The Yang brothers were immediately stunned by the pictures in front of them: fiery red pomegranates, camellias, pink peonies, lotus flowers, light red plum blossoms, peach blossoms , bright red roses, banana flowers, each one is crystal clear, fresh and tender, coupled with thick or light, dark or light plain ink leaves, it is really full of vitality and fun, and the paper is full of turmoil Rolling spirit.It is a common flower in people's eyes, but it is not completely like a natural flower.It should be said that this is not painting with pen and paper, but capturing the soul of creation with spiritual wisdom! When Zen is brought to the extreme, it is originally connected with the highest state of art.When Yang Du stared at these brand-new splash-ink flowers, he seemed to suddenly comprehend the origin of life from them.He sincerely said to Qi Baishi: "Master Baishi, from now on, I will come to Baishi Bookstore to learn painting from you every fifth, fifteenth, and twenty-fifth day of the lunar new year, just like I went to Mingxing every fifth day in Dongzhou Academy. It's the same as listening to Master Xiangqi's study of emperors." Yang Du lifted Qi Baishi to the same height as Wang Kaiyun, which flattered this simple carpenter and painter.He said excitedly: "Mr. Xizi, I can't afford your friendship. We are all disciples of Master Xiangqi and learn from each other. From now on, I will go to your house one day first, every four, and I beg you." As a teacher, please explain the poems to me." Yang Jun applauded and laughed: "Okay, you two are teachers and students to each other, and I will be your two common students. I will learn painting and seal from Brother Baishi, and poetry and literature from Brother Baishi!"